The first day of work was never easy, no matter who or WHAT you are…
Kit hadn't had to work for most of her life, mainly because she couldn't.
She was a half-demon whose parents had died before she had a chance to remember them, and she was an 'alley cat' for a couple years.
Until, of course, she was found by a kind, wise old Japanese man named Master Shang Fu.
Impressed by her natural stealth and balance, he took the young five year old in and raised her as his own.
He taught her the art of Ninjitsu, of stealth and deception, so she'd be able to hide from the world outside his dojo in New York.
Whenever Kit DID go out, her black cat ears were covered by a knitted cap with little ears sewn on top, her dark tail was tucked safely into her pants leg, and the over-sized 'cat gloves' on her hands had to hide her large black claws.
Everything seemed peaceful and normal…
Until Master Shang Fu died of a weak heart when the young cat-girl was sixteen…
At the time, she'd been a fully-trained kunoichi with sharp swords, and the teenager went out to fend for herself.
With her street-smarts and natural curiosity, she managed to live in the alleyways again.
Her bright silver hair and bright blue eyes darkened as she slipped into her animal instincts like a second skin.
Her hair turned pure black, like stone, and reached her hips, as her eyes became nearly obsidian, the pupils narrowed to dangerous slits.
This was how she was found two years later by Professor Broom and Abe…
She was at her most feral, with deadly-sharp claws and glistening fangs.
Wary at first, they gained her trust much like the Professor had with Hellboy decades ago, only with bits of chocolate.
Once her claws retracted and her pupils rounded, common sense and reason seemed to return to her.
She seemed rough and wary, but clearly had a good heart.
She was offered a place at the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, which she accepted after really thinking about it for a few moments.
When she was brought back to the BPRD, and the Professor suggested she take a shower and get changed before going to sleep.
Agreeing, she almost took up all the hot water showering, and changed to fresh, if slightly baggy, clothes.
Agent Clay went to fetch her once she stepped out of the bathroom, and informed her that she was going to need to share a room until her own was ready.
She didn't see it as a big deal, so she just shrugged.
"Whatever…"
That was when Kit first met Hellboy…
To be honest, she really wasn't surprised.
After all, she herself was a half-demon, but she was nowhere near as tall as Hellboy.
In fact, she was rather small and petite for her age.
Unfortunately, since she was also part cat, the many felines in the room seemed to love her, knocking her onto her butt.
Shaking her head, she smiled up sheepishly as her cat ears flattened against her silvering hair.
The larger demon smirked, lifting her off the floor by the back of her shirt.
The cats meowed in protest, unable to keep a grip.
Feeling like a kitten again, she tried not to wriggle, and smiled uneasily.
"Hey…"
"Hey. Who are ya?"
She tilted her head slightly in a questioning manner, shrugging.
"Name's Kit."
"She'll be your new roommate for a few months." Clay explained, carting in large bowls of food.
Looking a bit miffed about not being told of this, Hellboy dropped her back on the floor.
She yelped, rubbing her sore tail.
"MAN…touchy!"
Standing up, she unknowingly unsheathed her claws.
"I don't want her in here."
The larger demon turned back to his weights, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
"She'll just get in my way."
"No I won't!"
Not expecting the near shout, the large red demon turned to the glaring cat-girl.
"I may not look like it, but I can take care of myself." She snapped.
"Don't make me kick your big red ass just so I don't have to deal with this crap!"
There was a moment of silence, and Clay seemed unsure of how things were going to turn out.
Hellboy smirked, going back to his weights.
"Yer okay, kid…Ya can stay…"
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That had been almost a year ago, and Professor Broom was glad to see that the two actually got along.
Kit had made a rather comfortable space on a hammock that hung high up on the ceiling with a featherbed, where she spent her time reading and listening to music on her IPod.
She was actually enjoying a Batman comic and listening to old-fashioned rock and roll when John Myers first came…
With her heightened sense of smell and hearing, she made a peace sign over the edge of her bed.
"Yo, Clay." She greeted.
"Hello, Kit. Why don't you meet the new recruit?"
She looked over the edge, ears perked and eyes uninterested.
She offered a small smile at the surprised new agent.
"Yo."
"I don't consider that 'meeting'…"
"But CLAY…" She whined, flopping back down on her back.
"Kit." He warned.
"Alright, alright…pushy…"
Pulling off her headphones and putting her comic down safely, she jumped down.
Flipping to land on her feet, she looked at the new agent curiously.
"Yo. Name's Kit."
Offering her 'paw' to shake, she smiled when he took hold of it.
"And your name is?"
"M-Myers…J-John Myers…"
"It was nice to meet you…Later."
A cat jumped onto her back, making her laugh, before lifting the feline off and cuddling it.
She jumped up into her 'nest', settling down with the cat on her chest as she put her headphones back on.
Tuning out the voice of her roommate and the two agents, she stretched slightly and purred with the little fuzz ball on her stomach.
The sudden red light and alarm made her jump, and she grabbed her katana, 'Sakura Heika', or 'Cherry Blossom Swords'.
Grabbing her 'mission clothes' from under her pillow, she jumped down.
"Coming, Red?"
"Comin', kid…"
Kit pulled on a short black leather jacket over her white tank top, and she noticed John's curious look.
"A girl's gotta look good while she kicks butt."
"So she tries…"
Sticking her tongue out childishly, she got a chuckle from the larger demon as she pulled on her black leather pants.
She didn't even slow down, not even as she pulled on black, high-heeled boots and started braiding her long silver hair.
John seemed a bit wary of her katana, which were sheathed at her hips.
"Don't worry, newbie. They won't cut anybody unless I want them to." She assured, smirking.
Myers made a mental note never to piss off Kit…
"Ready to fight some monsters, newbie?"
"M-Monsters?"
The smirk grew, but she shook her head in amusement.
"Don't worry. Me and Red won't let the big bad boogeyman get you."
She chuckled at the dark look she got, and sped up to reach her roommate.
That's when the agent noticed something…
She wasn't making a sound…
He didn't remember hearing the normal clicking of her high heels or anything…
He wondered what she could possibly be doing to make no noise at all…
They separated into their separate vehicles, and Abe joined them before they headed out.
Kit grabbed a small hand gun, putting it into a holster more around the back, filled with silver bullets.
"Just in case of werewolves, so I don't get my tail bitten off!" She'd explained on her first mission.
And guess what her first mission had involved…
The gun was a last resort for the kunoichi, who preferred hand-to-hand katana and her swords to the 'easy way out'.
"Look at all them ugly suckers, Blue…One sheet of glass between them and us…"
"Story of my life…"
Kit looked up as she hid a kunai in her boot and straightened the hidden chest armor under her jacket.
"It's not so great out there anyway…"
Fiddling with the strange contraption under her sleeve, right on top of her wrist, she sighed.
"But living underground isn't so hot, either…"
"Yer just sore 'bout not being to see yer boyfriend."
Her ears flattened against her hair as her claws came out, like swords escaping their sheaths.
"And you're just sore that you can't see your girlfriend."
Abe sighed as the two glared at each other.
"Oh my…"
Kit broke the eye contact first, making sure the blades in the heels of her shoes were secure.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Abe went back to putting his gear on.
The 'garbage truck' stopped outside the building, and the 'freaks' got ready to disembark.
"Seal the doors. Red, Blue, and Pink are coming in."
"Pink?"
A cryptic smile crossed her face as she looked up slightly at Myers.
"You'll see, newbie…"
'…Darn museums…' She thought, walking through the halls.
She wrinkled her nose at the old scent, wishing her senses of smell and hearing weren't so heightened.
Kit wasn't paying attention to the information being given to them, focusing on not gagging, and stopped short when she saw Professor Broom.
Lowering her head as a sign of respect, she sheathed her massive black claws.
Red got out his special ammo, and Kit sat down in a meditative stance.
She did this to focus her energy and prepare for a battle.
"A great evil…ancient…and hungry…" Abe stated.
"Well, let me go in and say hi…" Hellboy stated.
Before the cat-girl could even open her mouth to say something about going along, he shook his head.
"Not this time, kid."
"So I got all dressed up for nothing?"
She plopped down on her behind, pouting and crossing her arms.
"You're no fun…"
She stuck her tongue out as he went in through the large double doors, and eventually went to where Abe was looking through some books.
"No one even goes with him? JEEZE!"
Abe shrugged.
"Nope. He likes it that way. The whole lonely hero thing."
"That's why he doesn't like me to come along." Kit added.
"Why?"
"'Cause I got hurt on my first mission. But it wasn't really my fault."
"Why not?"
"Werewolves…"
Her tail bristled as her ears flattened.
"Canines and felines aren't meant to be in the same general area…I got a nasty bite, darn things…and a deep scar…"
Pulling her tank top up and exposing her side, John saw the half circle of scar tissue.
"Started shaking me around like a rag doll. Glad I got a silver bullet to go through his head…"
John seemed to shiver at the thought of all the blood that must've escaped the girl's tanned skin.
"No big deal. That's the only major scar I've got."
She turned around as Abe took out a small book.
"The entity is Sammael."
She started tuning him out, hearing a few gunshots.
She tuned in at the 'Hound of resurrection' part…
"…'Hound'…?"
For the first time, John saw something akin to fear on her face.
"This thing isn't part dog, is it? I'm not going in there if it's part dog!"
"No need for that, Kitrian."
She nodded to Professor Broom, managing to calm her fear.
"Okay…It's not like Red can't handle it…I mean, it's just a hound of…"
Her uneasy smile fell…
"Resurrection…"
She smacked her forehead with her palm.
"Dear lord, why can't a job be easy? A little ghost, maybe a few evil fairies…but NO…It's only werewolves and frickin' Sammael's, isn't it?!"
Clay sighed, turning to John.
"She can be a drama queen when it comes to canines…"
"I HEARD THAT, CLAY!!"
John, at least, jumped at the sudden shout, and turned.
Her round pupils had narrowed in her agitation, and her bright blue eyes were started to swirl to a darker color.
Something hit the doors hard, and Kit cussed.
"Damn dogs!"
Myers went around back with his guns, and Kit smirked as she jumped up, going through a vent.
'No one thinks of the awesome mobility of vents…'
Dropping through into the room, she looked around.
'DAMN…Did Red break this place or what?'
She whistled, looking around until she saw a broken window.
"Damn it, Red…" She grumbled, running towards it.
Looking outside, she saw the ugly sucker called Sammael, with his tongue attached onto Red's arm.
'Damn it!'
Unsheathing her katana, she jumped from the windowsill.
The blades cut the tongue pretty deep, and the creature shrieked as it retrieved its tongue.
"Yo! No eating my friends arm!"
She shuddered.
"Trust me, NO ONE wants to know where your tongue has been!"
It seemed to roar, and her katana were lifted into a defensive position.
"You okay, Red?"
"Ya shouldn't have interfered, kid…"
"You get your tail thrown through a window, I'm gonna have to save you, aren't I?"
The tongue lashed out, but a barrage of bullets hit it before it could reach her.
She blinked in surprised for a moment before turning to look at Myers.
"…Well, I don't think I was expecting THAT…"
Hellboy seemed more angry than she was surprised, and Kit shook her head.
'Boys…'
But it's a little late to yell at them when the damn Sammael tried to jump her…
Katana clashing with claws and a swift kick, she was out of striking range again.
Hellboy and Myers took shelter behind a dumpster as she kept the creature at bay.
'Why me? Sharp blades and crazy dog things don't always work out!'
She dodged its tongue, which went through the dumpster.
"Sorry, guys! But you should probably hurry it up!"
Hellboy finally comes out with his huge-ass Samaritan, and aimed it at the Sammael as it jumped onto a short wall.
The bullet hit the creature in a spray of green.
'Tracker bullet…'
The darn thing tried to run, and she unsheathed her claws as she put her katana in their scabbards.
"Oh no you don't!"
She was faster than her roommate by a long shot, mainly because of her smaller size and toned legs.
She jumped the wall with a flip, and saw it run over a truck.
'It's like they're saying LOOK AT ME!'
Running through the shadows, unlike her bright red friend, she saw the busy streets.
'That CAN'T be good…'
And, sure enough, the Sammael tried to get by the cars unhindered.
Hellboy and Myers try to pursue, but the latter got clipped by a car before another started racing for him.
Bolting for him, she got there a moment after Hellboy punched the car and sent it into the air.
When it landed on its wheels, she quirked an eyebrow, whistling.
"COOL…"
"Stay with him, kid."
She nodded, flattening her ears as she wrapped her tail around her waist.
"Let's go, newbie."
She sheathed her claws.
"Gotta check you out."
She got him to the merry-go-round before she started checking it out.
"Let's see…it's not bad…just a little cut…"
Her 'paws' glowed pink, and the cut was gone.
"Whoa…but…how?"
"There's some things about me even I can't explain."
She smiled slightly, leaning against the ride.
John seemed uncomfortable about something, and he shuffled his feet for a minute.
"So…how'd you end up like…?"
"This? I was born this way. I'm a half-breed. Some demons would call that 'mixed-blood' or 'mud-blood'. Some crap like that."
"Half-breed?"
"Half demon, half human. My parents were pure-bloods of both, and then they had me."
"…What were they like?"
Her eyes darkened a moment, but she shook it away.
"Never knew them. I was left in these alleys when I was three. Had to fend for myself until my sensei found me."
She refused to answer anymore questions, when her earpiece caught up on some slight static.
"Ya guys alright?"
"We're fine, Red. Newbie's all patched up."
"Good…Tell father that I'll be home, but not to wait up on me."
Myers seemed ready to argue, but she covered his mouth.
"Alright. But don't get mad when they send me out to find you."
"Bye, kid…"
The connection was lost, and Kit sighed.
"Shouldn't we be going after him?"
She shrugged.
"I guess you do, for now. That's not my job until somebody tells me to look for him."
She turned to head back to the museum.
"Make sure he's alright, 'kay newbie?"
"Okay…"
She started running back, moving like a blur through the shadows.
Going in through the broken window, she saw the Professor and Tom Manning.
"Hello, Professor Broom." She greeted respectively, pushing broken shards of glass behind her with her foot.
"Kitrian."
"What's with the little girl?"
She glared at Manning, and walked up with the air of a practiced killer, which her sensei had said was a good intimidation trick.
"Look, you may be my superior, but I don't take shit from anybody. So let's lay something down that'll make both of our lives easier. You respect me, and I'll respect you. Got it? Good."
She turned away, tail whipping him in the stomach 'accidentally'.
"Hey, Abe. How're things going?"
She spotted the strange blade in his hands, and quirked an eyebrow.
"I haven't seen one of those in years…Not since sensei made me practice using it…"
She leaned on a wall as he 'saw' through the blade.
He seemed to perk.
"Professor…they were here…"
Black cat ears perked, and her tail stopped swaying, wrapping around her waist.
As Abe and the Professor were in a 'trance', she kept an eye on them.
After a few moments, Professor Broom seemed troubled, and Abe seemed worried.
Kit moved closer warily.
"Professor?"
Abe put a hand on the old man's chest, probably trying to help him stand.
"Professor…You are very sick…"
Her heart tightened.
"Professor…"
"I don't want Hellboy to know…"
Looking worried, she came closer.
"Sixty years ago, they tried to destroy the world…now, they're back…in my lifetime, they're back…to finish the job…"
Not exactly feeling comfortable with this 'someone's trying to destroy the world' thing, Kit turned to the window.
"…I'll be back soon…"
Manning seemed ready to retort, but she was already gone.
She heard angry shouts and such, and smirked.
'That's what you get for calling me a 'little girl'…'
Running across rooftops, she stopped across the street from an apartment building.
'Ben…'
Seeing someone on the rooftops edge, she smiled.
Seeing a streetlight below, she jumped.
Using it as a springboard, she managed to latch her curved claws into the brick near the top.
Vaulting over the edge, she landed next to the boy.
"Hey, Ben."
He smiled up at her, his dark brown hair covering his eyes slightly.
"Hey, Kit. I was wondering when you'd get here."
"Sorry. Monster trouble."
With a grin, she sat beside him, tail lying over the edge.
"You seem to have that kind of trouble a lot."
"It's part of the job."
He smiled slightly, elbowing her.
"Well, that's why I like you."
Feeling normal for the first time that day, she grinned.
"Yeah…"
'It's nice…feeling like any other girl…'