Title: Kitten

Paring: Emil X Richter

Rating: K

A/N

Hey guys! I'm back, Woot!XD My cornea has healed so I no longer have a bandage on my eye, it's just a bit bruised. The cut is healing slowly as well; it's only the concussion that's bothering me. I can write and sit behind my pc again, as long as I take a break after every hour and a half. It's quite useful, the concussion I mean, after all, now I know that there's actually something there:D. Anyhow I'll present you he next oneshot: Kitten. KITTY OVERLOAD!

… Alright…That just didn't make any sense…

p.s Sorry for all the alert, Fanfiction was acting weird.


Richter noticed something was wrong the moment he stepped inside the house. He looked around, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. The furniture was still there, nothing stolen or moved to a different place. He inhaled through his nose, but he didn't smell anything out of the ordinary either. He didn't hear giggles that would probably belong to Marta and slowly, his shoulders relaxed, the tension having built up in them disappearing. Of course as soon as Emil came into view the tension returned.

Emil smiled, but his jaw was too clenched, indicating he was nervous.

''Hi Richter!'' No stutter, the words spoken too fast to sound natural.

''Emil, did something happen?'' Richter tried not to sound too anxious as he spoke the words. He looked around once more.

''Eh? No, why would something have happened? Everything is fine!'' Emil smiled again, fighting the urge to flail his arm and run towards the bathroom.

''Emil.'' Emil had always been a bad liar, and Richter had always been able to see right through him. Today was no exception. He spoke the words low, making them sound more dangerous and causing Emil to flinch. He shook it off.

''Really Richter, everything is fine.'' He spoke the words more slowly and smiled again, slightly cocking his head to the left. Richter arched an eyebrow. Not only would Emil usually have given in by now, his lying had improved. If this wasn't for the man talking to him being Richter, he might have even fooled someone.

''You really need to become a better liar Emil'' Emil's face grew red.

''Shouldn't you say I have to be honest with you?'' The boy let out a nervous laugh.

''I would, but it seems you don't plan on being so. So if you're going to lie to me, at least do so in a convincing way.''

Emil let his head hang down. 'I'm sorry.''

Richter wouldn't phrase him for apologizing, so instead he crossed his arms. ''Now do you care to tell me what's going on?''

''U-Uhm...I-''

At that moment a crash was heard from down the hallway, assumingly the bathroom. Emil's head shot up and he grew even redder, small beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Richter suppressed a heavy sigh as he marched to the bathroom, Emil dashing after him.

''Wait! Uhm, Richter!''

Richter ignored the poor boy and opened the door, his eyes widening at what he found.

''What the…''

''Mew.''

On the ground before Richter was a small kitten, staring up at the both of them with big blue eyes. Some porcelain shards were scattered around the creature, along with dirt and a poor, innocent plant. The kitten mewled again, completely unaware of what it had done. For once, Richter was thinking he might be dreaming. The little ball of fur staggered up to Richter and nudged his leg with its head. Richter placed his hand on his face.

''Emil,'' He paused, recollecting himself. ''You were trying…to hide a cat?''

''Kitten.''

Emil quickly looked down as Richter shot him a glare. The kitten stepped on Richter's foot and mewled again, demanding attention.

''Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice a cat living in this house?''

''Kitten.''

Richter glared at the boy, who turned red. ''I'm sorry. Its mother died and it's too young to survive on its own…''

''So you brought him here.''

Emil nodded, turning a slightly darker shade of red. Richter sighed.

''Emil, I'm not sure keeping a cat would be a wise idea.''

Emil opened his mouth again, but closed it as Richter gave him yet another glare.

''Please? At least until it is old enough to survive on its own!'' Emil clasped his hands together and looked up at Richter, who arched an eyebrow.

''You do realize it will become a housecat right? It wouldn't survive if you kicked it out later either.'' Emil bit his lip, making Richter arch his eyebrows again. Emil did realize this. Heh. The boy was more cunning than he let on. He shook his head; this was no time to praise the boy.

''Emil-''

''Please! I'll take full responsibility for it! I'll give it its food, give him enough attention, House-train it an-''

Richter grunted and Emil quickly closed his mouth, realizing Richter hadn't even thought of that yet.

''Just…Please Richter?''

Richter looked at Emil, then to the small kitten nudging his leg, back to Emil and back to the kitten. He sighed and leaned down, picked up the small, grey ball of fur, and placed it in Emil's arms.

''Only until it's old enough, after that you'll give it to someone else, maybe Mr. Whiskers wants some company.''

Emil smiled as wide as his face would allow him to and nearly glomped Richter. Wrapping his arms around the man he rubbed his face against Richter's chest, along with the small kitten that seemed grateful as well. Richter sighed; glad no one was there to see this. He placed his hand on Emil's head and sighed once again.

What had he done?


-.-.-.-


The kitten proved to be quite the hand full. Emil cursed inwardly as he looked under the couch, searching for the gray little bastard.

''You lost him again?'' Richter called out from the hallway. How did he do that? How did he notice things when he wasn't even in the room? It was freaking him out.

''He's just a little curious.''

Yukio, as he'd named the apparently male kitten, was indeed curious, and loved to sniff around the house. And today he was on one of his little adventures again, forcing Emil to look and find out what he'd done this time. Emil heard purring coming from above his head so he sat up, finding Yukio staring at him with his blue eyes. The kitten mewled.

''There you are.''

He picked Yukio up, the kitten purring at his touch. Emil smiled and nuzzled the small head, Yukio purring even louder.

''Let's get you something to eat shall we?''

Yukio had already grown big enough to eat solid food, though the spoiled ball of fur still didn't prefer any hard kibbles. He sniffed at the tiny bowl placed in front of him and then looked up to Emil, sending him a questioning look before looking at the food again, glaring at it.

''It's coated in some sort of gravy, just eat it.''

The kitten mewled and poked the food with his paw but immediately pulled it back as the jelly stuck to his paw, desperately trying to shake it off. Emil laughed. He placed his elbow on the counter, his face resting on his fist while he regarded the kitten until he heard the rustling of fabric behind him. Turning around he saw Richter plopping down on the couch, the man taking of his glasses to rub his eyes. He placed them on the table and somewhat lied down, his right leg still on the ground, his other leg pulled up. He let his right arm drape over the edge while placing his left arm over his eyes. Emil looked at the man for a brief moment, a small smile playing on his lips. Walking towards the fridge he grabbed the juice from out of the door and poured two glasses. He placed the juice back and removed Yukio from the counter, the kitten spreading his paws as he was momentarily lifted into the air. Emil chuckled and placed him on the ground before bringing the glasses over to Richter. Yukio staggered after him close range then suddenly dashed at Richter's arm, mewling as he sniffed at the man's hand. Richter unconsciously petted the cat then stopped, as if noticing Emil's smile. He gave a grunt, daring Emil to comment his actions.

''Here,''

Richter removed his arm to look at Emil and the drink, and took the glass from him. He sat up to take a big gulp of the cold liquid. Emil sat down at the other end of the couch, smiling as Yukio tried to jump on the couch but failed miserably.

''Come here.'' He placed his glass on the small table before taking hold of Yukio's small body, lifting him from the ground and placing him on his lap. The kitten purred and rubbed his small head against his hand. Emil smiled at Richter, who raised his eyebrows, in turn making Emil turn a light shade of red. Yukio looked back and forth from Emil and Richter and decided Emil's lap wasn't comfy enough. He staggered over to Richter and crawled on top of the man's chest.

And started to play with Richter's hair.

Richter glared at Emil, who let out a nervous laugh. Looking up, Yukio cocked his head to the side wondering why Emil made weird noises. Suddenly its little mouth opened, revealing his fangs as a loud yawn escaped. He curled up on Richter's chest, not disturbed by the rising and falling. Richter tried to sit up without disturbing the cat, but sighed in defeat.

''You really gave him a fitting name.'' He muttered but Emil just smiled and let his head rest on Richter's knee, blushing as Richter's hand moved up to stroke blonde strands out of his face.

The silence that followed was a comfortable one; neither of them felt the need to speak words that weren't necessary to be spoken. Yukio still purred and stretched himself out. Emil smiled and closed his eyes, still using Richter's leg for support.

''…I think he can stay.''

Emil abruptly sat up, staring at Richter with bewildered eyes. Richter sighed and sat up, Yukio mewling in protest as he fell between Richter and Emil. Richter ran one hand down Yukio's back, not meeting Emil's gaze.

''Wh…Really?''

Richter nodded once, still not looking Emil in the eyes. It was bad enough as it was, he was not going to admit he'd come to like the ball of fur. But Richter's thoughts were interrupted as Emil wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him, hiding his face Richter's hair. Yukio popped up next to him, crawling from somewhere underneath Emil. The kitten crawled back up and started to play with Emil's hair, the boy smiling and petting the small head before he looked up at Richter.

''T-Thank you.'' Emil blushed furiously as he stammered the words before leaning in to press his lips on Richter's in a chaste but loving kiss. He pulled back with an even redder face and quickly hid his face again, hugging Yukio to his chest. Richter chuckled and leaned back again while wrapping his arm around Emil.

He could handle the kitten, if it made Emil happy.


A/N


KITTYYYY. Alright so I was searching for a fitting Japanese cat name and according to the 'net Yukio means ''Gets what he wants.'' If I ever decide to get a (male) cat I am SO gonna name him Yukio. I'm gonna spoil the little thing. Just like I do with our current ones. Kismo is our (not so) little ball of fur, rather, he's fat. A BIG FAT BALL OF FUR! HA! And he's the king; he'll make you understand that. When he jumps on my bed and decides my leg is in his favorite spot he'll just sit on it and uses his big fat butt to move it out of the way (mind you, he's quite strong). Crisis (indeed, we named our other cat Crisis and I'll tell you, he lives up to the name.) and Kismo are in constant fight of who's the kingXD Which is usually Kismo.

So much for my rant about our cats.

Oh crap…It seems I need to visit the doctor again. There's this bump forming underneath the cut. Here I thought I'd get away without a scar.

Well hopefully I'll be able to keep writing. Or else…

RAWR!