Hi everybody! This totally hit me one night as I was watching my cat
sit on me, purring contentedly. He is a guy (such a guy!) and *poof* this
began to form. Enjoy!
~Barn~
Hiko had just finished up a very fine day in his pottery barn. All of his pots had been summarily fired, with excellent results, but he had still been working in the heat of his furnace for several hours. Summarily tired he shut the door tightly, and walked easily up the damp path back to his cabin, ready to slice up some daikon radishes for dinner, with some carrots for a stir-fry (A/N: honestly, where do you think Kenshin got his daikon radish problem ^__^). He remembered it raining, sometime around the lunch he skipped. Actually, as he recalled it had rained quite hard, beating on the roof with some force. Reaching his cabin door, he strolled inside, looking around for a pan, knife, and radish. The pan was on the floor, the knife broken in two (hell, who needed a knife anyway!), and the radish, well, lets not get into that. He cleaned off the radish out of the water barrel, then picked up the pan. And dropped it.
There was something curled up on the floor, fuzzy ears poked out of its small head and a small tail curled around its legs. Hiko barely remembered such a creature, from a distant past. He surveyed the creature again, racking his brain for the thing's name, failing miserably. Resigned, he warily picked the "thing" up. "What are you?" he wondered aloud, voicing his question to the little thing squinting bemusedly at him. It yowled at him. When he didn't react, it sent out its little claws, right into Hiko's tender muscle between finger and thumb. Obviously the master had experience with serious pain, but the sheer unexpectedness of this onslaught overcame his substantial defenses. He dropped it back on the floor. It landed on its feet, and immediately began to twine around Hiko's feet. Not enthused with this new approach, he turned to the one option available to him, ignoring it. "Little bastard" he growled to himself, and started the stir-fry.
Well this is just the beginning, call it the prologue. I KNOW ITS FREAKIN SHORT!! DEAL!!!! If I get reviews, it will convince and enthuse me to write faster! But I really appreciate all reviews, even flames, though they make me sad. +___+ Oh so sad. Sniff. But that's ok, I feel comforted for now, as long as I get lots of review.
Reviews=chapters, it's as easy as that!
~Barn~
Hiko had just finished up a very fine day in his pottery barn. All of his pots had been summarily fired, with excellent results, but he had still been working in the heat of his furnace for several hours. Summarily tired he shut the door tightly, and walked easily up the damp path back to his cabin, ready to slice up some daikon radishes for dinner, with some carrots for a stir-fry (A/N: honestly, where do you think Kenshin got his daikon radish problem ^__^). He remembered it raining, sometime around the lunch he skipped. Actually, as he recalled it had rained quite hard, beating on the roof with some force. Reaching his cabin door, he strolled inside, looking around for a pan, knife, and radish. The pan was on the floor, the knife broken in two (hell, who needed a knife anyway!), and the radish, well, lets not get into that. He cleaned off the radish out of the water barrel, then picked up the pan. And dropped it.
There was something curled up on the floor, fuzzy ears poked out of its small head and a small tail curled around its legs. Hiko barely remembered such a creature, from a distant past. He surveyed the creature again, racking his brain for the thing's name, failing miserably. Resigned, he warily picked the "thing" up. "What are you?" he wondered aloud, voicing his question to the little thing squinting bemusedly at him. It yowled at him. When he didn't react, it sent out its little claws, right into Hiko's tender muscle between finger and thumb. Obviously the master had experience with serious pain, but the sheer unexpectedness of this onslaught overcame his substantial defenses. He dropped it back on the floor. It landed on its feet, and immediately began to twine around Hiko's feet. Not enthused with this new approach, he turned to the one option available to him, ignoring it. "Little bastard" he growled to himself, and started the stir-fry.
Well this is just the beginning, call it the prologue. I KNOW ITS FREAKIN SHORT!! DEAL!!!! If I get reviews, it will convince and enthuse me to write faster! But I really appreciate all reviews, even flames, though they make me sad. +___+ Oh so sad. Sniff. But that's ok, I feel comforted for now, as long as I get lots of review.
Reviews=chapters, it's as easy as that!