Woah. I'm finally posting the sequel... but that's bad... guys will want more. Ah well, here's a start... It's sorta based on 'Cats' by alocin. I was reading it and I thought, "What if one of the Twins found a cat?" So here we go! This is intended to be lighter than the last one, don't wanna make anyone cry...
Aidenn had just been wandering the grounds of the Chateau, with no particular destination in mind, when he heard a weird noise. There it was again. Coming from the bushes just to his right. He had never heard anything like it. It was pretty, though, he thought. Sort of musical, rising and falling in pitch. He marched towards the beesh (plural of bush) and found what appeared to be a heap of fluff. White fluff. He was about to turn away when the fluff made that sound.
'Weird. Weird. Weird. Singing fluff...? So... confused...' He wished Adrian were there. He might know. Or Antoine... Suddenly, he remembered something. It was a very old memory... Someone had brought something like this to his and Danny's house. Something called...
"A cat!" He yelled. He looked up and noticed some of the other guards who happened to be outside staring at him. He realized that he wanted to protect the singing fluff. The other guards, he was sure, wouldn't understand. They would just hurt it. He, more than anything, didn't want that. He had no idea why, but... He did a quick mental check to make sure Adrian wasn't paying attention... He would only laugh... No, he was on the second floor flirting... And Antoine... she was in the library. Good. In one fluid motion he scooped up the fluff, shoved it under his coat, and started to walk away. Or that was supposed to happen. He didn't really get past the scooping. He had grabbed one leg before the fluff, faster than he could react, had taken off farther into the beesh. He resolutely followed it.
Abel, who had been watching this, made a mental note to tell the Merovingian to check that one's code. He just got weirder every day. He would normally never do ANYTHING to endanger his precious white clothes, but there he was, tramping off through the bush... "They just don't make 'em like they used to, do they Cain?" He asked, indicating his nearly indestructable pseudo-body. His companion shook his head, watching the Twin.
'How are you supposed to get one of these to come?' Aidenn knew, from experience with the Merovingian's hounds, that one could kneel down and croon, and the dog would come. Maybe the same theory worked with fluffs, too? He knelt, wincing as his white kneed pants hit the dirt, and called (just like Margarita when she chased my poor cat) "Fluffy fluffy fluffy!" The fluff stopped, turned, and stared at him. He was amazed at how much it resembled him. It was so white, and beautiful, and powerful, and glorious, and... perfect. Just like him. He smiled. He wanted it more than anything. "Fluffy?" He said, weakly. It wasn't working. Without realizing it, as if it was some weird instinct, he began to rub his fingers together, calling "Here kittykittykitty!" It bounced a few feet towards him. He had never felt so happy. He wondered why, briefly, but shoved that thought away. He tried again, more confidently. "Kittykittykitty!" It marched up to him and rubbed against his thighs. He laughed, and, very slowly, picked it up. It started vibrating. He dropped it, fast, and it glowered at him. He tried again, with an experiment. Maybe the vibrating meant it was happy? He stroked its fluff towards the tail, and it vibrated. He tried the other way, and it made a hissing noise, like gas escaping from a pipe.
'Good,' he thought, 'gas noise is mad, vibrating is happy. Got it.' He gently picked it up, took off his coat, draped it over the fluff, stood up, and headed out of the bush. He kept stroking the fluff so it continued vibrating, and slowly made his way back to the Chateau. He deposited the cat in his quarters, locked the door, and made his way to the library.
Aidenn had just been wandering the grounds of the Chateau, with no particular destination in mind, when he heard a weird noise. There it was again. Coming from the bushes just to his right. He had never heard anything like it. It was pretty, though, he thought. Sort of musical, rising and falling in pitch. He marched towards the beesh (plural of bush) and found what appeared to be a heap of fluff. White fluff. He was about to turn away when the fluff made that sound.
'Weird. Weird. Weird. Singing fluff...? So... confused...' He wished Adrian were there. He might know. Or Antoine... Suddenly, he remembered something. It was a very old memory... Someone had brought something like this to his and Danny's house. Something called...
"A cat!" He yelled. He looked up and noticed some of the other guards who happened to be outside staring at him. He realized that he wanted to protect the singing fluff. The other guards, he was sure, wouldn't understand. They would just hurt it. He, more than anything, didn't want that. He had no idea why, but... He did a quick mental check to make sure Adrian wasn't paying attention... He would only laugh... No, he was on the second floor flirting... And Antoine... she was in the library. Good. In one fluid motion he scooped up the fluff, shoved it under his coat, and started to walk away. Or that was supposed to happen. He didn't really get past the scooping. He had grabbed one leg before the fluff, faster than he could react, had taken off farther into the beesh. He resolutely followed it.
Abel, who had been watching this, made a mental note to tell the Merovingian to check that one's code. He just got weirder every day. He would normally never do ANYTHING to endanger his precious white clothes, but there he was, tramping off through the bush... "They just don't make 'em like they used to, do they Cain?" He asked, indicating his nearly indestructable pseudo-body. His companion shook his head, watching the Twin.
'How are you supposed to get one of these to come?' Aidenn knew, from experience with the Merovingian's hounds, that one could kneel down and croon, and the dog would come. Maybe the same theory worked with fluffs, too? He knelt, wincing as his white kneed pants hit the dirt, and called (just like Margarita when she chased my poor cat) "Fluffy fluffy fluffy!" The fluff stopped, turned, and stared at him. He was amazed at how much it resembled him. It was so white, and beautiful, and powerful, and glorious, and... perfect. Just like him. He smiled. He wanted it more than anything. "Fluffy?" He said, weakly. It wasn't working. Without realizing it, as if it was some weird instinct, he began to rub his fingers together, calling "Here kittykittykitty!" It bounced a few feet towards him. He had never felt so happy. He wondered why, briefly, but shoved that thought away. He tried again, more confidently. "Kittykittykitty!" It marched up to him and rubbed against his thighs. He laughed, and, very slowly, picked it up. It started vibrating. He dropped it, fast, and it glowered at him. He tried again, with an experiment. Maybe the vibrating meant it was happy? He stroked its fluff towards the tail, and it vibrated. He tried the other way, and it made a hissing noise, like gas escaping from a pipe.
'Good,' he thought, 'gas noise is mad, vibrating is happy. Got it.' He gently picked it up, took off his coat, draped it over the fluff, stood up, and headed out of the bush. He kept stroking the fluff so it continued vibrating, and slowly made his way back to the Chateau. He deposited the cat in his quarters, locked the door, and made his way to the library.