Disclaimer: I'm borrowing the idea from Sakyo Aya-sensei, who wrote the awesome kuroneko Kareshi series. All credit goes to her, I only own the plot.
This story will contain yaoi, and for the pairing, I haven't decide yet, but I'm thinking this will be another ot6 fic.
Italic- thoughts
0.001% of the Earth's population are werecats that can transform into felines. The majority of those are housecats, however, there are types that holds more power over other cats. These cats are tigers, lions, snow leopards, snow jaguars, and pumas. These cats are in the royal family, thus, are more important and treated more highly than other cats. The royal family have a duty and that is to continue their royal bloodline. Those are not in the royal family, are just like stray cats. These cats sometimes loiter around and they desire freedom and put it as their top priority. The Echizen family are one of them.
Even amongst the stray cats, the Echizen family are considered unique like no other. The reason is that the Echizen family are famous for their free spirit and they are considered the "king" of the stray cats. Also, the Echizen family are beautiful beyond words, especially the prince. The prince have golden sharp eyes and silky green tinted fur. The prince, even though he is small in many ways, are quite famous for his stubborness and are considered as a strong person. The prince are also known to be the type of person to be never held down by anyone, so will he be "chained" one day?
The prince, otherwise known as Echizen Ryoma, is currently in his own bedroom sleeping. He could sleep forever in his little comfortable paradise and no one would blame him since he's a cat, but unfortunately, god have other plans for him.
The door suddenly flew open and one Echizen Nanjirou inhaled a deep breath. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "WAKEY-WAKE, SHONEN!"
Of course, due to Nanjirou's sudden outburst, Ryoma wake up in a unpleasant way. "SHUT UP!" Ryoma threw a pillow harshly and aim it at Nanjirou's face, but was caught by Nanjirou.
"That's no way to treat me, after all the effort I made to wake you up."
"There are tons of other ways to wake someone up, why do you have to wake me up this way?!" Ryoma looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and it said 7:30. "Why do you need to wake me up so early!" Ryoma complained frustrately.
"What are you talkin' about? You need to go to school," Nanjirou replied.
"Huh? I don't have school for another week! Mom promised me I have another week's time to rest," Ryoma retorted.
"Changed plan. Hurry up, go dress up and here's the uniform." Nanjirou lazily tossed the uniform to the bed and walked away. Kuso oyaji, he's always like this! Did he realize how late I went to sleep last night?
After Ryoma finished dressing, he went down to eat breakfast, but there's no food on the table.
"Oyaji, where's the breakfast?" Ryoma asked his father, whose sitting in front of him, reading a newspaper.
"No breakfast, if you want it, you cook it." Kuso oyaji, you know I don't know how to cook. At this rate, I'll be late, Even though I don't care if I'm late, mom gonna have my head if I'm late on my first day.
Ryoma hurrily put on his shoes and walked halfway down the street, but stopped suddenly. Shoot, oayji didn't tell me which school I'm going to!
At the same time, behind Ryoma, there's a tall teenager with spiky hair and was riding a bicycle, while singing a song. "Momo, Momo, Momo-chan yo!"
That person, however, was not looking where he's going, and by the time he opened his eyes, it's too late.
"MOVE IT!"
Bam!
The bicycle crashed into Ryoma and the biker with Ryoma both fell down to the ground.
"ITAI!" Ryoma clutched his foot and tried to lift the bicycle off his leg.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the biker apologized and bowing his head.
"Just...lift the bicycle."
"Huh? Oh! Sorry, sorry," the biker lift the bicycle without much trouble. "I'm really sorry, I'm really am. Ano, to make it up for you, I can send you to the place you're going."
"Then, send me to the school that have this uniform I'm wearing," Ryoma said immediately. No way in seven hell will he miss this chance. Hah, oyaji, take that! The goddess of luck is on my side!
The biker looked at Ryoma's uniform and exclaimed, "Oh, you go to the same school as me! How come you don't know what school you are going?"
"Due to many reasons." 1. Oyaji's fault that I don't know which school I'm going. 2. Oyaji's fault. 3. Oyaji's fault. It's all oyaji's fault!
"My name's Momoshiro Takeshi, you can call me Momo. Nice to meet you!" the biker, Momoshiro introduced. It seems that he's waiting for a reply, however, he's not getting one. He's not the social type, huh?
On the way to school, the trip was silent, though Momoshiro tried to make a conversation, with Ryoma not participating, it's like he's talking to himself, which seems weird.
When they finally arrived at the school's entrance, Ryoma's first impression is that the school is huge.
It indeed is. The school seems like there's an endless amount of buildings and there's so many students. If one was to get lost in here, it is very likely that this person will be trapped in what seems like a maze with no exits.
Ryoma winced with every step he take, the injury he recieved just awhile ago seems to be throbbing painfully. Ryoma tried to not put too much pressure on his injured leg, so the way how he walks is quite weird.
Ryoma was walking just fine when suddenly someone bumped into him, making him fall down to the ground.
"Hey, watch where you are going!" yelled a ugly girl (in Ryoma's opinion).
"You should watch where you are going when you bumped into me first!" Ryoma yelled back.
Trying to pick a fight with me? No way in hell am I ever going to lose.
"Excuse me, fighting is not allowed in school, please stop," someone said behind. Ryoma turned around and saw five students together.
"Ahn, you guys have some nerve to fight in front of our eyes," a purple haired student said while making a pose and flipping his hair.
"Tarundoru! Fighting is not tolerated! Go run 10 laps around the yard!" a student with a cap said.
"Saa, why are you guys fighting? Fighting is not good," a smiling brown haired student said.
"I agree with Syuu," a blue haired student said.
"This student here bumped into me and he don't apologize to me!" ugly-faced woman proclaimed.
"As if. You're the one who don't have eyes and bumped into me," Ryoma rolled his eyes and was about to walk away when someone grabbed his wrist.
"Ne, kimi, I haven't seen you before. Are you a new student? What's your name?" the smiling brown haired student asked.
"Echizen Ryoma and yes."
"Hey, Echizen, why do you leave me behind?" someone shouted and Momo came toward the group.
"Momoshiro, you know him?" the one with glasses asked.
"Maa, yes, met him this morning," he said. "When I accidentally bumped into him with my bike..." the last part was spoken softly.
"You did what?"
"Buchou, it was on accident! I was not looking where I'm going and bumped into him."
"30 laps."
"But-"
"40 laps."
Momo shuts his mouth knowing that if he talk anymore, he won't be just running 40 laps.
Tch, why am I even wasting my time here?
Ryoma walked awaywhen something caught his eyes. Why is there a bunch of clothes on the ground?
He decides to investigate and walk closer. He turn around the corner and saw a red cat and a egg shape haircut.
"Eh?"
Here's an omake. In this omake, the goddess of luck is not on his side...
Omake
After walking for some time, Ryoma still didn't find any school or student, so he decides to ask someone. He saw a man down the street and was about to catch up to him, but there's a banana peel. Yep, Ryoma stepped on the banana peel and slipped. Who would fall for this trick? Well, not Ryoma. When he slipped, he flipped back and did a cartwheel. However, there's a black cat near him, which startled him because it appeared out of nowhere, made him land on the ground, his back on top of it.
Great. Just great. How worse can this day go?
There's black crows flying toward Ryoma and they all seems to be dropping something.
Wait... Is that poop!
The crows' droppings all either dropped on Ryoma's face or near his face.
Oyaji, curse you! This happens because of you! What do I do to deserve this?! Kami-sama, why aren't you on my side?!
At this moment, a bicycle with a spiky haired biker came toward him and yelled, "MOVE IT!"
THE BICYCLE IS COMING TOWARD ME! NO! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!