Baka Neko
Becka rocked on the soles of her feet as she stood at the bus stop, awaiting the arrival of the usual red and white city bus. The city square's clock echoed through the area, making it known it was twelve O'clock.
She grinned, excitement bubbling inside of her. She had gotten off of work early and had the rest of the day to do whatever she wanted. 'Now I can start sewing that damned quilt and start painting the kitchen.' She had been collecting scraps of materials and sewing them onto an old military blanket. Trisha called it recycling, Becka called it time consuming.
They bus pulled up and she dug through her pocket, pulling out her bus pass. The driver smiled. "You're off pretty early." The elderly man mused, closing the doors behind her. Becka nodded, taking a seat. "You gonna go shoppin' or somethin'?"
"Nah, I've got things to do at home." She replied, digging through her bag, searching for her vibrating cell phone. "How are things with the misses?"
He chuckled. "Just fine; Our grandchildren are comin' up for the weekend."
She hummed. "Sounds exciting." Finding her phone, she flipped it open, scanning the text.
Did u kno 2500 babies will b dropd in the nxt mnth? -Stephie
She gave a snort of laughter before texting back. No I did not, thank you for that...valuable information. Also, please spell out the words :p -Becka
Hitting send, she leaned back, her gaze drifting out the window. Watching as the buildings and signs flew past. 'Looks like I managed to beat noon trafic.' Getting another text, she glanced down.
Alright alright ya grammer Nazi... -Stephie
Grammar's spelled with an a... -Becka
Troll... -Stephie
Shoosh, talk to you later. Bye. -Becka
She got off the bus, waving goodbye to the elderly driver before walking down the street. People began to crowd the streets, hurrying to get their lunch and return back to work. Becka hated this most about New York: The busy lunch rush.
She was always bumping into someone or being shoved by rude men in business suites. But the ones who grabbed her ass, she hated the most.
Luckily she only had to deal with this whenever she got off of work as super early as this. Whatever her boss was one to dismiss her right before lunch rush, must've screwed his logical thinking. Oh well, not like she was complaining.
Finally reaching her neighborhood, she walked down the street, towards her home. Opening the glass screen door, she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door, before stepping in.
Ten kittens plus a pup rushed over to greet her. "I'm back!" She grinned, sitting down to greet them back. Kosho settled in her lap while she pet everyone. After a few minutes of snuggles and wuggles, she stood up. She needed to change into something more suitable.
Which was a pair of worn out blue jeans and a paint stained T-shirt.
Trying her hair into a ponytail, she pulled her sewing kit from under the bed along with an army green military blanket. It had several pieces of cloth stitched on it, varying from many patterns and colors.
She plopped down on the couch, sticking her feet on the coffee table as she prepared the thread and needle and the pieces of cloth that rested beside her.
"Aww, she's housewifing..." Hidan all but sneered.
"And what's so wrong with that?" Konan growled, hackles rising.
Becka glanced to one side. "Stop fighting." She said, her mouth full on pins, seeing Eevee bristle and spit at Romeo.
Within the two hours of this, she set her work down on the table and stood up, stretching her stiff limbs. "I've got at least two hours before Mat comes home, painting time!"
"Does she always talk to herself or is she hearing the voices again?" Sasori asked boredly, watching her wander off into the kitchen, humming.
"Voices?" Kisame echoed, startled, "What do you mean?"
The crimson kit sighed. "When we were celebrating that Christmas thing; She said she used to hear voices inside her head." He explained boredly, rolling over. "Figure it out."
-:-
Becka pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed deeply. "Of all the bloody things..." A paint roller, she had forgotten the FREAKIN' paint roller!
How could she have forgotten it?!
The opened paint bucket stood on the edge of the table top, the paint brushes and holder just next to it, waiting to be used.
"Great, now I gotta next door and ask..." She muttered, walking out of the kitchen. She shut the door behind her, leaving the Akatsuki gone for a maximum of fifteen minutes.
"Uh guys, Zetsu's trying to eat my tail..." Kisame sweated, slowly pawing away from the cannibalistic kitten.
He did look a bit twitchy...
"I think the lack of meat is starting to kick in." Deidara observed, glad to be on the counter AWAY from the two sided kitten.
"Run Brucey! Run for you're life!" Hidan crackled, setting the chaos in motion.
Kisame took off like a speeding bullet with Zetsu chasing right after him. Hidan knocked Deidara off the counter and landed on him, starting an all out brawl among the Akatsuki.
While Zetsu chased the shark, Pein tried breaking it up between the pyro and zealot, Kakuzu watching with an amuse expression.
Kosho barked in excitement as he chased after Tobi. "DOOON'T LICK TOOOOOOBIIIII!" They ran past Itachi, who had a look of sheer torture on his face. Sasori ignored them all, sleeping on the couch cushion, and Konan was running after Zetsu, ordering for him to stop.
Kisame scrabbled up the bookcase, his claws tearing into the soft wood.
He yelped as the case fell over, slamming into the large fish tank in the wall, knocking it out into the kitchen.
A loud crashwas heard and water flooded the kitchen, fish of many species flopping about. He leaped through the large hole, screaming as he slipped and slid across the kitchen floor, rearing into one of the table legs.
Everything went into slow motion as the big bucket of paint tipped over, falling on Leader-sama...
At that moment everyone tipped the bucket over, paint mixing with water. Pein stood there, covered head to toe in light blue paint, shivering in unmasked fury.
Zetsu (who was gurging down on the fish) glanced over his shoulder, a fish tail sticking out. "Mmph?"
Hidan chuckled. "Don't be so blue Leader-sama." He mocked, hissing as he shook his pelt, splattering them all in the blue paint.
And that was when the door opened.
-:-
"Thanks again!" Becka called over her shoulder, waving goodbye to her neighbor as she marched up the stairs to her house. Pushing open the door, she smiled. "Now all I gotta do is start paint and..." She paused, seeing the fallen bookcase and missing fish tank that was suppose to be in the wall.
"No..." She marched into the kitchen, eyes going wide as the scene played before her.
All the kittens (Save for Sasori) including Kosho, were sitting in blueish water, hissing and spitting at one another. The bucket of paint was oozed all over the floor, ruining the aluminum squares. Her fish were no where to be seen as glass covered the ground.
For a moment, they all just stared at one another in silence.
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...
...
Her face darkened and she started shaking.
Kosho whimpered and started to back up. "We in trouble..."
-:-
Becka sighed as she scrubbed the stained flooring, muttering jinxes and voodoo curses under her breath as she did so. 'So much for painting today.' She thought bitterly, glancing at the clock on the wall.
3:24, Mathew would home anytime now.
She sighed, wiping the sweat off her face.
"Mrrow?"
She scowled. "Go away Valentine."
Valentine snorted at her, before pressing his face into her arm. He peeked cutely at her, tail waving to one side and back.
Even through all the anger, she smiled. "You little suck-up." She scolded, sitting back as she lifted him. Valentine didn't reply, arching his back as he yawned, pushing against her.
And for a long time, no one spoke.
"Sometimes I wish I were a cat," She spoke suddenly. "not having a single care in the world..." Sasori couldn't help but snort. "Yeah, a careless life." He muttered sarcastically. Having to deal with tempermental criminals was such fun.
"I remember being one once..."
Before she could go on, the front door slammed open, followed by a: "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!"
Mathew poked his head into through the hole in the wall, where the fish tank would've been. "Becka, what are you doing here? And what happened?"
...
"And that's why all the kittens have socks on their faces." Becka finished, waving a lazy hand over to where nine kittens were, Mathew's dirty socks over their faces.
Trisha blinked. "What about Valentine?"
Valentine, who was resting peacefully in her lap, raised his head at the mention of his 'name'. "Mrrow." He yawned before setting his head back down.
"He's officially my new favorite."
Hardy har, brownie points for Sasori!
Next chapter will be better!
:P
