Hey y'all, I'm new to the Tiger's Curse Fanfiction page. I normally write Percy Jackson fics, but I thought I would give this a shot.

Disclaimer:

Me: Ren and Kishan are most definitely mine! *Evil laugh*

Colleen: *Ren and Kishan change back into a tiger, growl, and chase me*

Me: *Whimper* I'm not the owner. Colleen Houck is.

Ren and Kishan: That's right.

Me: *Sigh* How they mock me!

Okay, here, we're assuming that Ren isn't all that great with technology. Come on, he's over 400 years old. He can't be TOO perfect…so, a little OOC! Set, maybe somewhere in the first book.

Kelsey's Point of View

I laughed at the bemused expression on Ren's face as he opened the package I had just given him.

"Kells, what is it?" he whined. "I don't have the patience to untie this frivolous, sparkly bow."

I just smiled at the priceless expression of anger and annoyance plastered on his handsome face.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he accused, the frown becoming even more pronounced.

"Ren, stop complaining. Here, I'll help you," I finally succumbed to his constant whining. As I leaned over to grab the box from him, his arms slithered around my waist, bringing me closer.

"Ren, stop! Do you want me to open your present or not?" I demanded.

"You're a gift enough, mere priya," he said snuggling in closer.

I could see the hurt on his face as I pushed him away. I smiled triumphantly at my accomplishment, not being too distracted by Ren. His smile grew cocky as he quickly leaned over and pecked me on the cheek.

"Ren," I complained, though secretly pleased.

"Couldn't resist," he replied without an ounce of regret.

I showed him how to untie a bow quickly by inserting one of my fingers in the loop at the bottom of the bow, "See."

He grimaced, "I see all right. Can we please open the package already?"

He frowned as he tore through the shiny, pink gift wrap on the box. In the process, Ren gave himself a paper cut. I was about to go get a Band-Aid when he showed me his finger.

It was blood-free. I forgot how quickly these 'were-tigers' healed. I sighed and looked at how far he had progressed in his present-opening situation. Ah…finally, he had managed to survive opening the gift wrap.

"Ren, how on Earth did you ever survive opening presents? You know as royalty, didn't you receive tons of presents?" I questioned.

He sighed, "I didn't. There wasn't gift wrap in the olden days. Everything was brought out on gold platters. Besides, nothing ever required to be wrapped."

At the end of the bottom of the box, laid the cellphone I had bought him to keep in touch locally.

He lifted the brand new blue Motorola Razor I had bought him. I know what you're thinking. How lame and old-fashioned of a phone is that when there are iPhones and Androids. But hey, that's all I could afford with my measly salary, and no, I did not want to use the allowance Ren tried to force upon me, to buy a gift for him.

He stared at the image on the box in disgust, "What is this?"

"Your new phone Ren, what else?" I replied, surprised at his question.

"What on Earth is a phone?" he asked again.

I stared at him in shock. He had no idea what a cell-phone was?

"You know Ren, how you contact people," I tried explaining in a condescending tone. He shook his head and stared at me blankly.

All of his sudden his expression cleared up, "Ohhh... you mean like writing letters. Wow, this is a fancy case to carry letters. It's pretty darn small if you know what I mean." He tried shaking the phone, looking for a letter.

"No, as in a cellphone. Here watch," I dialed his new cell number and immediately his phone started ringing.

He stared in awe as the phone started ringing.

"Pick it up, Ren," I ordered.

He picked up the phone and looked at me in confusion, "Now what?"

By the time, I pried the phone out of his hand, it had stopped buzzing.

I explained to him carefully the purpose of a cellphone, "See these buttons on here, you press them. Then the satellites connect you to the person you're trying to reach. Each phone has its own number." I punched in my number and his own phone number in the contact list as he looked on in amazement.

"So, it's like magic,"

"No, Ren…there is no such thing as magic," I said but instantly regretted as he looked at me skeptically.

"Forget I said that. Please, I'm sorry," I pleaded, making the puppy dog face he couldn't resist.

"Fine, on one condition," he said.

"What?"

He pointed to his lips. I sighed, "No, we've been over this." The look that appeared on his face reminded me of a 5 year old pouting. "All right, compromise," I leaned in and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

At least, I thought it would be on the cheek. But he quickly turned his face so it was perfectly timed, and my lips met his.

He chortled as I tried hitting him with my pillow.

"So, what is this called again?" he asked.

"A cell phone," I said.

He stood up immediately and backed away, slightly hissing.

"Ren, what's wrong?"

"Cells!" he spat.

"What?"

"You just said cells, meaning prison, and cages. I've been trapped in those long enough," he shuddered. "Cell numbers; is that the prisoner identity then?"

"Oh Ren, I'm sorry. I forgot," I went over to him slowly, judging his response. I draped my arms around his shoulders. He visibly relaxed in this position.

"Come on, let's test it out. Punch in a few numbers," I said. Why not let him get a hang of trying to press the numbers first. The can call real people.

"Okay," he said and pressed on his buttons, "These buttons are frustrating and tiny!"

"Press talk after you're done," I instructed.

I could hear the cell phone ring, and there was a voice on the other line!

Ren began arguing with the other guy, "Is it a crime to test out a new cell phone? I mean I didn't even know what these things were till now!"

I could hear a faint response, "Don't you dare joke with me sir. This is a misdemeanor. First time indeed. This was a prank if I ever saw one."

Ren glared at me as he shut the phone in a huff.

"Ren, who did you call?"

"I pressed a bunch of random numbers. How would I know?" he asked.

"What numbers?"

"911,"

Oh Ren!

So, was this any good? Tell me if you think so by reviewing. I am open to any suggestions on what electronic item to do next. Please review!