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Black Cat
A/N: Hey, sorry for the long hiatus, but as I promised in my profile I will write the next chapter of Untitled which is this. Hope you guys enjoy! Oh yeah, minor language issues.
-I feel the pain settling in-
The one thing that Bubbles didn't get was loyalty. Despite countless of explanation by her sisters, the poor girl still didn't comprehend. Does loyalty mean sacrificing your life for someone else's? Or was loyalty about following your 'leader' with a fake tag wagging behind like a dog?
These thoughts flooded into Bubbles' mind as she trudged through the rain. She hadn't noticed the slight drizzle and briefly ignored it, yet she became irritated by the second when the drizzle escalated into pelting rain droplets on her skin.
She scowled to herself and took cover at the entrance of a business building. There, she watched in rapture at the sight of lightning flashing across the gray sky. Since Bubbles was too busy admiring the lightning, a puddle in front of her caught her eye.
Squatting in front of the puddle, she now examined her features, which might be a way to elaborate her appearance to you, readers.
Bubbles could vaguely remember the color of her hair when she was in her preschool days. Why? As the strawberry blonde hair that she had decades ago had lightened to be a brilliant shade of platinum blonde. How would I describe it to you? Do you know the color margarine? Yes, that color of blonde.
Her once baby blue orbs had darkened tremendously compared to her sisters. It became a hypnotizing shade of dark blue that it seemed to be navy blue but with a lighter tone to it. Many pedestrians commented about her eye color, being the color of a blue rose.
'If blue roses do exist…' Bubbles thought mockingly.
Then there were her signature ponytails, Bubbles had abandoned the schoolgirl look and went for another one.
A better one.
She had let her hair down, much to her family's mortification, so that her tresses cascaded down her back and ended at her waist. Her fringe was straight and was cut at her eyebrows; she would have looked like a zombie if not for Blossom who bought her a clip.
But enough of that, Bubbles winced slightly after hearing the cackle of thunder following the lightning.
'Of course, light is faster than sound.' She mused.
Seeing that the rain would never stop, she decided to lift her hood of her jacket and continue her walk back home.
Shoving her hands into her pockets, the silent teen strolled casually on her path back to her house. Everything was smooth sailing, quiet and peaceful.
Until she spotted that.
Three boys, about the age of 10, huddled in a tight circle with their hands raised. If not for her heightened senses, she would not have spotted the stones that they were holding.
Intrigued, Bubbles inched closer to see what the boys were throwing.
And to her horror, it was a black cat.
Its paws were bloody and it had bruises dotting its ebony black pelt. Its eyes were streaming with blood, to sum it up, the cat was a mess.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bubbles barked ferociously at the group. Stunned, the three stopped immediately, dropping the stones onto the ground. One in particular was rather large.
"N-Nothing, Miss!" The three exclaimed simultaneously.
Gritting her teeth, Bubbles clenched and unclenched her fists to contain her rage. Sure, she was not much of a fan of cats, but after numerous of deep thinking sessions with her inner voice; Bubbles found cats more favorable than dogs.
"What do you mean 'nothing' when clearly you were doing something," She hissed.
One boy must have found her previous comment funny and stifled his laughter.
Bubbles' head snapped around like it was made out of jelly to face the source of laughter. Baring her lips into a snarl, "Do you think it'll be funny if I would break your neck?"
This made the boy shut up, clamping his mouth with his hands. With slanted eyes, she pushed the three away and picked up the small cat, now mewing softly.
"If I see you abusing any other animals, I will make sure that my threat will become reality." Bubbles warned.
Seeing that she was going to do no harm to them, the trio nodded and quickly darted away.
Stroking the cat's fur with her fingers, Bubbles whispered, "They say that black cats bring bad luck to whoever looks at them. Are you going to give me bad luck?"
The sound of a deafening thunderclap echoed as a reply.
-as the sky turns red-
"Where were you?" A worried Blossom cried, flinging her body to hug Bubbles when she opened the door to her house.
"I got caught in the rain, nothing much." Bubbles replied in a bored tone.
"Who's this?" Blossom enquired, jabbing her thumb at the sleeping cat in Bubbles' arms.
"A cat?"
"I know that, silly. Where did you get it? It looks like it was in a fight."
"Some kids were bullying the kitty, I came in and saved the day." Bubbles said, with growing irritation.
"Geez, you're starting to turn out to become Buttercup. Relax, will you?" Blossom sighed. Turning around, she climbed up the stairs to her room.
Rolling her eyes, Bubbles walked into the kitchen to grab a carton of milk from the fridge. Taking Buttercup's soup bowl from the rack, she poured the milk into it. Placing the black cat on the counter, Bubbles nudged it and placed the bowl of milk in front of the cat.
"Sorry if it isn't to your liking, I don't have any other bowls except Buttercup's." She said apologetically.
The cat purred and started to feast on the milk.
Bubbles watched in silence at the cat drinking its milk and placed a hand on her chin, staring at it.
"You know, those wounds need to be treated by a vet. Should I take you to one?" She asked.
Bubbles noted that the cat had tensed as its back arched and drew a short hiss.
"Guess you don't like vets huh?"
The cat mewed and went back to drinking milk.
"Odd, it seems like you understand me." Bubbles chuckled to herself.
Once the cat was finished drinking, she brought it to her own room. As the three girls grew older by the years, the professor thought that the girls would not like to sleep next to each other and made the decision to separate them into three rooms.
Of course, Bubbles' room was painted baby blue just like her two sisters with their respective colors.
Yet, when she wanted to set the cat down on her bed, she found it to be out of her sight. Her eyes trailed across the empty room and landed on an open window which she left open last night.
'Cats are amazing creatures, they are independent, agile, sly and elegant… but most of all they are disloyal. They do not want to hear commands like dogs; they rebel against strict orders…' Bubbles praised the felines in her mind.
'Which is exactly like me.'
Sorry for the quality of this chapter, to some (me) it looks like filler; but after re-reading it I kind of noticed some structure for this chapter.
Anyways, the next chapter should be out soon, I don't know what to name it though…
