Lazily, I watch the screen of my tv, half into what's being said or shown. The other half of my attention is the napping tabby in my lap. Mainly all dark fur, expect to the orangish-red patches on his face. Running my fingers along his back, repeatedly. Causing him to purr. Often, the little guy seeks out my presence and menstruations in the following week since they been with me. Well, him and the big blue tabby, with the strange, angular marks on his body.
The movie playing on the tv, I've seen it, and it's sequels, like a hundred times. Hellraiser. Interesting movie, I admit. All around me, the kittens are sitting and staring at the screen. In...awe...confusion...both? Especially the silvery-white one, though he is more fixated then in awe. On the 'villian', Pinhead.
Glancing between the screen and kitten, I swipe the little guy up. The sudden action makes him yowl and hiss. "Nah uh uh." tisking, I tape his little nose. "Ya like crazy there?" I gesture to the tv and he turns back, to stare. I can almost see the reflection in his purple eyes, gleaming as chains and hooks slice through the actors limbs. Blood everywhere. I'm sure I just felt him shiver, as he is pressed to my chest. And I'm sure it's not from fear or disgust. "Alright, that'll be ya new name." blinking, he looks back at me and I grin. I cuddle him to my chest, he accepts my affections easily. They all do really...well, some less so the others. "Hellrasier, that'll be ya name, savvy?"
He seems happy enough.
"I said get back here!" a streak of yellowish blonde passes the couch and heads down the hall. I am on his heel, trying to snatch the little bastard. No use, he's to fast. "C'mon guys, one of y'al stop'im!" I cry, as he passes the his brothers and sister. They all do nothing, at least, until my cry of despair. The large blue tabby turns suddenly and attacks. And by attack, I mean kitty-clothes-line the other and pinning him to the floor, under a foot. So he can't run.
God damn, my kittens are fucking awesome! Swooping down, I yank the line of firecrackers from the blonde kittens mouth then scoop up my hero. "I shall name you Thor, big guy. God of Thunder!" I exclaim, right as there is a crack of rumbling thunder. "That's a positive sign if I ever heard...THE GODS AGREE!" after my little 'episode', I turn to the blonde kitten and squint my eyes. "I should call you Boom-boom...or Tiffany. That'll teach ya." the deadpan look on his adorable face makes me smirk. "Yah, yah." I pick him up and bring him closer. "Always getting in shit...flammable, explodable shit. Not even sure where you keep getting it." a thoughtful look crosses my face. I shit you not, he's smirking! "I think...I'll call you C4. Very explosive, very dangerous stuff." he nods. "So glad ya approve...little shit. You're still getting punished. Hellrasier! You have my permission!"
Releasing the soon to be sorry kitten, I jump back. The silver kitten flies from over the couch, already in the attack position. Class out and ready. He tackles the now named C4 and lands a barrage of kitty attacks. I keel over in laughter. I am not the only one. Multiple kittens have fallen back to laugh.
I should know better then watch scary movies in the dark, alone, in a stormy night, on a Friday the 13th. Honestly, have I learned nothing from watching said horror movies?! Of course, I ignore it and watch anywho. Wrapped up in a blanket and pillow hugged to my chest. I had decided on Silent Hill, this night. No idea why.
Movie freaks me the fuck out!
It just ended, yet I don't move. Legs pulled securely to my chest as I stare at the rolling credits. It will take a moment for me to unwind, as it usually does. I love horror movies but damn if they don't fuck with my head. From the corner of my eye, I see...something beside me. I tense immediately, holding my breath. Don't turn and look. Don't turn and look. Don't turn and look.
What do I do?
Turn and mother fucking look!
The dusty red tabby is sitting on the cushion beside me, completely still. Staring at me, with his dull brown eyes. Unblinking. Nothing to even make me think he's real. The light from the tv cast shadows all over him, covering half his face. Looks like just his glowing eye and sharp ranged mouth are viable.
...I think he just grinned at me?
"...AAAHHHHHHH!" and I am up and out of the room, screaming my head off.
Needless to say, I dubbed him Silent Night, Silent for short.
And I brought him a damn bell.
Peering at the screen, yet again, I turn to pin the orange-ish tabby with a look. Feeling my stare, he looks back. We have a mini stare off. I break off, to glance at the screen and watch a moment. Then back to the strange tabby. He just sits there, like he's the king of the world. So well put together. The leader of the kittens, I noted. He looks at me after a moment. I go back to the tv. We do the same routine a moment, me switching between looking at the screen and staring at him. The last time I turn, he's already staring at me...is that a vein...twitching in his forehead?
A grin slowly starts spreading cross my face. Before he has a chance to dart for cover, I have him in hand and cuddling him. He lets out a pity yowl. In return, I hear a high pitched one from another room. He's being laughed at. "It's not so bad." I scratch behind his ears and it takes a moment(but it does happen!) before he starts purring. "I think ya'd make a badass Nick Fury." he sits a little prouder in my hand. He would know who the man is, we are watching The Avengers. "All you need is an eye patch." his dry look clearly says no. And if I attempt such a thing, he'll claw my eyes out. "Ouch kitty Nick Fury's got claws...roar."
"Ho hum, ho hum." muttering to myself, I look back at all the little kitties. Nearly two weeks now. I've noticed they have an...'order', I suppose one can call it. Fury is the leader, a hiss from him and everyone shuts up. Of course, the only female is like his second in command. Most the time they listen to her, or she'll swat the shit out of them. She is always with Fury. The king and she, she's his queen.
"...queen." the thought suddenly comes to me, causing me to blink. That's perfect! Dancing a little in the chair of my computer desk, I spin the thing. My good mood and actions catch their attention. I look directly to the girl and she seems to know what I want. Sauntering over and launching her small feminine body on the surface. "Fucking cats and their gracefulness, meanwhile, I trip going up the stairs." grumbling to myself, I do not miss the amused kitty snickers.
Letting out a breath, I bring up Google and type in Queens in History. "So, according to your place, in this group," here I turn to see the kitten has gotten closer. I reach out to rub under her chin. "I decided to name you as such. Fury is 'the king' and you, mi'lady, shall be his Queen." I swear she flushed, but only for a moment! "Shall we shall pick ya name this day, savvy?" her answer, she steps closer and sits in front of the screen. "Ok, let's see...Queen Victoria. Ranked number on. Considered to be one of the most powerful woman in history. Not only because she was queen of the United Kingdom but was head of the vast colonial British Empire." I look over at the lavender kitten and she doesn't look impressed.
"Ok, next." scroll the page down. "Catherine the Great, ruler of Russia. Remembered for bringing Enlightenment ideas to Russia as well expanding the empire." again nothing. Hm, this may be harder. "Empress Dowager Cixi." she looks promising. "An ambitious and conservative leader. She opposed foreign influence and supported the Boxer Rebellion of 1900." glancing to the kitten, she looks a tad interested. "Has some promises, eh?" moving on. "Let's see, Empress Wu Zetian. Considered to be one of the most powerful women in Chinese history." I scan the information, my brow rising the further I go. "She actually became Emperor, after her husband died. Ruled the kingdom." I really like that name. I look over at Fury, who was listening then to the female kitten. "Heaven forbid anything happen to Fury but, ya'd take over the group if anything were to happen, correct?" a soft, affirmative meow leaves her. "I think Wu Zetian is the perfect name, whatcha think?"
A thoughtful looks crosses her face, mulling the idea over in her head. Then she perks in her spot and meows again. "Empress Wu Zetian it is."
I watch the kitten before me, dutifully. I can't help but crack a smile. It's...so fucking funny and...CHIBI! Hellraiser loves messing with this particular kitten. A tanish tabby with black streaks all over his body. His eyes were so weird, red and green. He was pretty quiet but then again, he didn't really interact with me. Well, didn't do much of anything with the others. He gives off a vibe that just screams 'I could care less about you, so fuck off!'
Don't know how the kitten does it, but he does.
He found one of my silver dollars. Don't know how and I wasn't certainly about to integrate him. Currently, he is crouched in a corner, huddled over said coin and swatting at Hellraiser. Who pounces on him, repeatedly. The tan tabby just does that deep yowl/growl/hiss in the chest and smack him around. Usually drawing blood but the white kitten doesn't seem to mine. Actually seems like he gets high from it.
Shaking my head, with a mild laugh, I move closer to them and pick up kitten and silver dollar. "Hellraiser, I'm pretty sure ya're a masochist." he lets loose a low meow, eyes rolling back in his head. "Yup...masochist." looking to the kitten in my hands and his convent hold on the money, I become amused. A flash of a movie plays before my eyes before I smirk, largely. "I shall dub the Richie Rich, Rich for short." he just looks up at me, his little paws tightening around the coin edge. "Chill, I ain't gonna take ya coin." throwing myself on the couch, my feet go up on the table and I settle the little guy on my chest.
The black kitten with the reddish-orange swirl-always loving and hyper-crawls onto the couch to curl up in my lap. Hellraiser hops himself up on the couch back by my head and starts meowing. Something tells me he's insulting Rich, especially when said kitten narrows his beady eyes. Sighing, I reach up-without looking-and shove the destructive kitten off. I hear the thud of him sitting the floor. "Don't be an ass, Hellraiser."
Seriously...can kittens have dual personalities? If it's possible, I am totally seeing it right now. I hadn't noticed it at first, I admit. There are nine others to look after and this one, he just sorta...blended into the background. I would remember about him here and there. I felt horrible about it really. So I decided to spend some quality time with him.
He is a very particular cat. Im finding they all are really. Not that there's anything wrong with it.
No, he is proving to be something much more then what most of the kittens are. Sometimes, he's very friendly and plays with the others. Especially the hyper one. And that little guy will jump all over him. Other times, I have seen kittens go flying across the room. Then he is meowing...at himself! Like he's two different people...er, cats. It's not the other side is violent, just doesn't have the same patience as the other side. It's mind blowing and really noticeable when I spent more time with him. He was very weary of me and I understand but warmed up. They all do/did. He likes to eat the bugs, for whatever reason. Sometimes, I go to the store to buy some crickets(to lazy to catch them)and feed them to him.
Most the kittens stare in horror and disgust, to which I shoo them away. They don't have to watch! With his personality and actions, I fondly call him Jekyde.(Jekyll+Hyde=Jekyde.) Even explained about where the name came from and he walked away with a swagger in his step. Not sure why I bothered talking to the kittens about their names...then again, they've proven to be not normal. That's fine for me, normals for quitters.
"Kyah!"
"Kyyyyyyyah!"
"Waaaaaah!"
"Hyyyyyyah!"
I love me some old Kung Fu movies. Those old one's, where they have subtitles or the mouth is moving and the words come. Neither syncing. It's Saturday and I always watch movie of my choice. Usually my two bestie's are here to sit with me but both are away. One with family, the other for her job. Oh well. Eventually, they will get back and meet the kitties. Anyways, getting off track. Sitting in the living room and watching a movie. It's not the normal ones, I admit but I got an anchoring for some 3d stuff. So I popped in Final Fantasy; Advent Children.
Hmmm, Sephiroth. He's tasty!
A sudden screech makes me snap around and peer over the couch to see the group of gathered kittens. Obviously, Hellraiser has done something. He is pinned under the all black tabby with eyes like rubies. He's quiet, like Rich and most don't mess with him. He has a vibe, though not like the tan tabby. His is more...'Fuck with me and I'll make your life a living hell', sort. Though, C4 loves mouthing off to him. Thor is almost always around him and those two tend to stick close to Fury and Wu.
The black kitten just sits there, no look on his face. Not bored just...nothing. No emotion. Just like Sephiroth...huh.
"What's going on guys?" they all look up at me and my cocked brow. I glance to Hellraiser and smirk slightly. "Whatcha do, Hellraiser?" a pityful yet angry yowl leaves him. "Don't give me that attitude! Ya know this little guy don't react easily. Ya did something to piss'im off." pushing myself up, to lean over the couch. Chest pushed up to the top of my tank. I reach for the black kitten, picking him up with ease and flop back down. "How ya put up with'im, honey?" I coo, cuddling him against me and showering with kisses and much love. "Ya know...ya remind of that guy from the movie." I gesture to the screen. "Sephiroth. Doesn't show emotion but one hell of a fighter." I hum to myself in thought. "Ya like that name? Sephiroth? I think it's very fitting."
Hearing a soft meow, I look to the floor and see the last, now unnamed kitten. Black with orange patches. The mostly hyper one. His fur puffs up around one eye, covering it completely. I smile and lean to the side, holding a hand out. "C'mon cutie." happily, he hopes up on the couch and into my hand. I pull him to where Sephiroth is and pepper his tiny face with kisses. "Kittens are so fuckin' cute." resting him on my chest, beside his brother, I stroke both their backs. "Ya know...I think ya could pass as a Reno, little guy. He's pretty fun, laid back, a bit cocky. Has a rebellious temperament and his actions can be sadistic, contrasting his laid back personality." I look at him. "And trust me, I see more then ya think. You are quite friendly and hyper but I've seen ya watching C4, or one of the other kittens. Right before ya pounce. Ya plotting in that head of ya's. I'm sure most don't see it."
He just looks up at me, big eye and meows softly. "Don't matter, ya so damn cute!" and back to the loving, making him purr. "Yah...I think I'll dub ya Reno."
"Well, I can't say my name is horrible, un." the blonde kitten named C4, licked himself. Just along a leg that he has stretched out. It has become almost a second nature, since they awoke as kittens.
"None of us have horrible names, really." Empress Wu notes, her eyes sliding to the silver kitten. "She seemed on point with some of us."
"I fucking love my name! Hellrasier!"
"Certainly suits you." Rich snorts.
"Fuck you, you bastard!" he hisses.
"Enough." the soft yet commanding word makes all kittens stop and turn to look at Nick Fury. "We are no closer to figuring out what's happened to us."
"I don't think the girl had anything to do with it." Empress Wu concludes, glancing to said female, who is passed out on the couch. Drooling a little bit. There's a strange hum surrounding her but nothing they recognize. No chakra, matter of fact, they haven't sensed any since waking in this strange place. Besides, she did come across them, after they had come to this world. Being attacked by those kids. She saved them.
"I find it highly improbable." Fury nods as well. "There is no chakra in this place, the only bit I can sense is coming from us."
"Leader." Sepiroth steps up, the red of his eyes spinning. "Our chakra is coming back, little at a time. It's as if it is being eased back into our bodies."
"Perhaps coming back full force is not healthy for us?" Thor suggest.
"Most likely." Fury agrees.
"So, what do we-"
BOOM!
The door flies open, slamming into the wall behind it. "BAAAAABBBBBSSSS!" the high pitch causes not only the kittens to cringe.
"Don't ya know how to fuckin' knock?" many little eyes turn on the scowling brunette. She's wide awake now, lips thin and eyes squinting. Her body language screams she does not like the intruder. "Better yet, fuck off and die."
"You don't mean that." pouts the startling blonde girl.
"Oh...don't I?" cocking a brow, she stands from the couch and moves around to face the girl. A quick look to the kittens and she makes a quick gesture for them to take off. Stay out of the new girls sight. They don't have to be told twice.
Unfortunately, they are not quick enough and the bright and odd coats catch her eye. Immediately, she scoops up Reno and Richie Rich. "Can't you be normal?" a look of disdain covers her face as she looks the duo over. "You should just drown these...things."
All ten kittens tense, as if waiting for an attack but in a blink, the duo are set beside Fury and their caretaker has a hold of the blondes hand. They hadn't even seen her move! She holds the hand in an odd manner, them not knowing she is hitting a nerve to make the blonde's hand and arm go numb. "Ya listen to me, ya bleached blonde, fake titty, clothes to tight whore. Don't touch my shit." the growl that leaves her is impressive. "Matter of fact, don't come to my home. I don't want anything," she stresses at this point. "To do with ya whole lot."
"Mother wants you at dinner this Friday." she yanks her hand back, glaring.
"Don't care." is the simple answer, as she shoves the other out the door. "I denounced y'al, want nothing to do with any of ya. Ya come on my property again, or in my house, I'll call the cops and press charges for trespassing and Breaking and Entering."
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" she cries, red in the face.
"Watch me!" snarling, she shoves the girl outside and the door slams closed. A harsh current of air rushes around the room. It takes a moment, for the kittens to pinpoint the source. It's coming from the brunette. Hair and clothes ruffle all around her. It's like she is casting off violent winds in her anger. Perhaps she is. "I fuckin' HATE HER!" teeth mash, fist ball. The framed picture beside her head flies off the wall and crashes into the stairwell. The sound snaps her out of her anger induced fit. She takes a deep breath, calming her rapid heartbeat.
"T-t-that's her?" Thor gawks.
"Seems so. There is more to this woman then we thought." Fury notes. "Though, I still don't think she has anything to do with bring us here." Empress nods in agreement.
"Hellrasier?" all eyes turn to her. Said tabby walks from the group, to her waiting hand. Picking him up, she brings him eye level. "I will be mighty angry, if that fake bitch comes over here again and ya don't fuck her up." he blinks then grins, as well as a kitten can, and meows loudly and quickly. She chuckles. "Good boy." then she kisses his head and sets him on his feet.
"Bitch is really affectionate, isn't she?" he struts over.
"She must reallllly dislike this girl, to sic you on her, yah." C4 points out.
"From what the girl said, 'mother wants you at dinner Friday night', she seems to be our caretaker's sister." Empress notes.
"Wouldn't be the first time someone wants nothing to do with their family." Jekyde points out.
"Did anyone catch the name she called her?" Thor looks around.
"I believe it was...Babs?"
"Babs?" multiple kittens frown. "Doesn't sound like a name, yah."
"Perhaps a nickname?" Empress suggest.
Nickname..., Reno is silent in thought, watching the glowering woman. Clearly, the visitor has put her in a bad mood. She's mumbling to herself, moving toward the kitchen to make a snack, since she is up already. There's...something about her, something...something that just...he doesn't understand that something. What it is. What he wants. It has to do with the brunette and that's all he knows.