Okay I need to write something funny or I'm going to explode. I don't know exactly how this is going to turn out, considering it is Hishigi (yes, I'm writing Hishigi again. I think I'm in love).
Summary: Hishigi meets Fubuki's cat. He is slightly puzzled. One-shot, no pairings.
Warning: Because I am attempting to write Hishigi in a humor fic, this will probably be way out of character. I shall attempt to avoid this, but I can't be sure if I'm going to fail. I probably shall.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hishigi, nor do I own a black cat with a white left ear named Hishigi (though I am determined to own one of those at some point in the future). However, I do intend to make a plushie cat of this description.
Look-Alike
Hishigi stared at the cat.
The cat stared at Hishigi.
Hishigi narrowed his left eye. The cat mimicked him, cocking its head with a rather confused expression on its furry little face.
I should probably talk to Fubuki about this…
The cat mewed plaintively, purring as it rubbed against Hishigi's right leg.
"What?"
"Mrow."
Hishigi sighed.
I really must be going crazy if I've started talking to Fubuki's cat.
The little creature wanted attention that was not being paid to it. As a natural conclusion, it attempted to bite Hishigi, to which he did not respond well.
Picking up the cat by the scruff of its neck, Hishigi looked it straight in the face, trying to figure out what had possessed Fubuki to walk around with this undead kitten for pretty much every minute since he had found it. It was kind of irritating. And sharp.
But he supposed it was fuzzy. Though he had no idea why it nested in Fubuki's hair—or why Fubuki allowed this, as a matter of fact.
Not to mention, Hishigi had just realized, that the cat looked remarkably like him. This was slightly strange. And a little disturbing, to be honest. Except, of course, for the rather significant size and species differences, and the fact that the cat did not carry a sword. But really, Hishigi thought, the white ear was just a little bit odd. It looked a little too much like him.
Really, Fubuki could not possibly have not noticed this.
Yes, he should definitely talk to Fubuki about this cat.
The feline yowled loudly and flailed in Hishigi's grip, at which the Taishirou sighed and placed it on his shoulder, shaking his head.
Sometimes he really wondered about what was going on in Fubuki's head.
End
Well that was rather odd. But I made a funny. And with Hishigi, no less. I feel accomplished.