Two chapters within a week?! Possibly. Maybe. Doubt it. And yes, as pointed out by Etsuuko, I did forget Akira and Akito in the last chapter. I smack myself for it, and all shall be explained in this chapter.
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After finding what he had been searching the box for, Spitfire set all the coupons into smaller piles, making it look like a miniature city. A Godzilla 'action figure' was sitting idly by, waiting for its chance to wreak havoc. It never got the chance as Spitfire let his head fall onto the table. He really needed a life and better hobby. He opened his eyes, staring down at the carpet. And what was that? Some clipping had escaped his mad dash clean up. Gently, he picked it up, examining the text. It was an at home job. Where those even possible? However, sadly, they required two years previous experience in the field. He sighed, tossing the paper over his shoulder. Being dead was a drag.
Back at Fortress Number 1, Agito had every cat training. Not even Akito was spared from the inhumane torture, and he had tried everything to get out of it from pleading to giving Agito those puppy dog eyes no one could resist. Sadly, Akira fell for them instead of Agito and pleaded with his friend to let Akito sit it out. It didn't work, though he did look a bit mad at himself for it. Agito prowled the training battles, sitting to watch Akira throw and pin a cat twice his size in record time. He couldn't help a smirk crossing his maw. The striped cat hadn't let his training from Kaito go to any waste.
When Akira had his back turned, Agito leaped in. Immediately the larger cat dropped right down as claws pierced his pelt, crushing Agito's paw between his shoulder and a rock. Using that as a sort of painful leverage, the small cat clawed Akira's face. With a small yowl, Akira bounded forward, reaching a paw up and hooking his claws into Agito's fur, yanking the other cat off of his back painfully. With a thud, Agito landed on the dirt ground, quickly getting to his paws. Akira made the move this time, rushing at his friend with a smirk on his maw. Agito dropped down and rolled onto his back, hind legs ready to send Akira flying as the other cat leaped. Agito misjudged the leap. Akira's hind paws came straight for his face. With a quick roll, both were on their paws and circling each other.
The other cats watched in awe.
And back in New Cat City, population strays, Ikki and the white cat Ry circled each other, not once taking their eyes off of the other. Ikki made the first move, streaking forward. Ry crouched down, waiting until Ikki was close enough before lunging forward, using his larger size to bring Ikki down, front paws wrapped around the Siberian and hind paws scraping at the thick belly fur. Jaws latched themselves around his throat, not enough to kill, but enough to hurt. This damn furball was playing with him! Ikki hissed, getting his paws under Ry and heaving the short furred cat off of him. But, before he knew it, the other cat was on him once more, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of his tail.
With a howl, the crow-cat turned, landing a blow on the cat's eyes. Ry snarled, tightening his grip on the tail. Forgetting about his tail, Ikki leaped onto the white male's back, locking his jaws around the cat's spine. Ry rolled onto his back, suffocating Ikki with his mere mass. Both broke apart, panting, before circling one more.
"Come on, Ikki!" cheered his friends. Butch watched.
Ry was the one to make the first move now. He leaped without a second thought. Ikki ducked down, smirking and bounding to the other side of the ring. "Where you going, house pet?" snarled the other tom, loping after the darker pelted cat. When Ry got close enough, Ikki skidded to a stop, jerking his head back and slamming the back of his head into the nose of the cat. As Ry reared up and howled, the Kogarasumaru captain rushed by, claws digging into and ripping marks in his side. The provess was repeated once more, Ry not able to catch up with Ikki because of the stinging pain.
"Finish it, Ry!" howled out a few of the bystanders who had bets on the fight. "Don't disappoint! Kill him!"
"Aren't they taking this a bit far?" Kazu asked Butch, barely taking his eyes off the fight.
"That's how it is around here. You bet your life in the ring. You fail, you never see the light of day again."
"That's too far," grumbled Buccha. "Crow can't win against a cat with more experience than him." The large tabby got to his paws, ready to step in and help his friend.
Kazu looked in thought, tail tip flicking. "Wait. Let's see what happens. Ikki won't go down without a fight and he sure as hell won't loose."
Indeed Ikki wasn't about to lose. He smirked at Ry, ears back and his stinging tail swaying behind him. "Had enough?"
Drops of blood fell from the multiple wounds on his pelt, dotting the floor as Ry shook out his pelt. "You haven't seen anything yet." He drew his lips back in a mix between a snarl and a smirk, tail thrashing behind him. As if he had never taken the hits, the white short furred cat threw himself at Ikki, aiming for his front paws and making the other cat jump. Ry jumped, hooking a paw around Ikki's small yet fluffy frame. "Don't act so cocky," growled the ghostly tomcat, throwing Ikki to the ground with a paw on his throat. Slowly the oxygen in Ikki's lungs was running low. The roaring cheers escalated in volume, drowning out any other words that could possibly reach the two.
"Shit! This is bad!" growled Kazu. "Let's go, Buccha!"
Maine Coon and tabby both hauled themselves into the ring. "You idiots! Get back here!" Butch howled after them, bounding as close to the ring as he dared.
Kazu barreled into Ry, sending the cat off of his friend with a painful sounding tear of flesh. Ikki gasped, coughing at the rush of air. He rolled onto his stomach, a worried Buccha above him. Glancing back to make sure Ikki was okay, Kazu kept an eye on Ry, not letting the other cat anywhere close within a two feet radius of the two other felines. It was only his speed that kept Kazu from being the newest scratching post. "Ikki!" the red and white giant of a cat called out, knowing he couldn't hold off a cat that had nearly taken out Ikki. His distraction caused him a blow on the head.
Ikki stood on all fours, a smirk on his maw. "Thanks, Kazu, but I can handle it."
"Crow, you nearly got suffocated," stated Buccha. "He'll kill you if you don't stop."
A smirk and half a laugh left the battered and bruised cat. "I've never backed down before, why start now?"
There was a sigh, but in the end, Buccha and Kazu both gave in to their idiotic leader's bravery. "We're with ya all the way, Ikki," spoke Kazu, coming to stand next to his friend.
Ry laughed, actually laughed, at the three standing before him. "You think three of you would be able to bring me down? Fat chance in hell! I'm the champion of these rings! There's a reason why I'm still standing here before you." He lowered his head level with his shoulders, ears pulling back flat against his skull.
"What if I never see her again?!" sobbed Izumi, staring at the cellphone in his hands. For the past two hours he had been calling everyone he knew and then some, trying to see if anyone had spotted his poor kitten.
"You do realize 'Bessie' is a guy, right?" Sakanako questioned, giving her friend a strange look. Silence followed.
We now return to the fight ring to save Izumi from any further embarrassment (to see more Izumi Moments, read The Masses by Etsuuko), After being hopelessly pwned by the street cat Ry, Ikki, Kazu, and Buccha had tried a triple team up. Sadly, Ry had friends. Very large friends. Very large and powerful friends. It... wasn't a pretty sight. Fur flew everywhere. Butch was beginning to deny any knowledge of the three cats. As the black cat was about to slink his way out and seriously give Agito a piece of his mind, a loud booming voice rang out over the area. "RY!"
The white cat backed off the fight immediately. A smaller thin siamese-calico mixed male padded into the ring, ice blue eyes scanning over the gathering cats without a faltering look. "Butch, these cats are yours aren't they?"
"Hey! We don't belong to no one!" Ikki shouted.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that and let you keep on living," the mixed male snorted. Butch padded forward, pulling himself into the ring. "I've never seen a fight quite like this one. If this is what all your cats are like, you'll need every bit of help you can get. I'll join you in your fight." A smirk spread over the maw of the tom cat.
There was silence on the end of Ikki and his two friends. "Were we just dissed?" the Siberian asked the other cats next to him.
"And used," added Buccha.
"WTF?!" Ikki gave Butch a look. Ya know, that one your younger sibling gives you after you tell them you ate the last poptart? This one: D: . Yeah. That look. Fear it. Where were we again? Oh yeah.
And thats where it ends since I can't think of anything else to write. lawls. So, once again, thanks to my REVIEWERS for their nice COMMENTS and REVIEWS after they READ THE STORY! Am I being too subtle?
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