On a quick note: I technically stole someone from Alister's Girlfriend in this one. The name, at least, does not belong to me; the type does, though, since it isn't the same kind as AG has.

…That's going to make a whole lot more sense once you've read it.

Post-DOOM once again and loosely following AG's verse. Thanks for reading!

On a cold and wet Thursday evening, things were not quite normal in the biker's home. Alister was out at the family center, leaving Raphael and Valon at home, and as for their feline member of the family…

"Misa, what the devil's up with ya?" asked Valon, noticing the way the petite kitten was pawing urgently at the door. The four month old feline looked up at him urgently, letting out a plaintive meow before once again pawing at the door.

"What's wrong with Misa?" asked Raphael, coming out of the kitchen and drying his hands on a dishtowel.

"I dunno," said Valon. "I reckon it's somethin' outside."

He went to the door and pulled it open cautiously. The cat instantly shoved her way past Valon's legs and ran around to the side of the house.

"'Ey! Misa!" cried Valon, slipping out after the kitten.

Raphael had spotted Misa leaving and he went for the hall closet, picking up the flashlight and putting on a coat before following Valon out the door. He shut the door behind him before looking around. "Valon?" he called, flicking on the flashlight. "Where are you?"

"O'er 'ere, Raph," came the reply from the left side of the front porch, and the blonde man shone the light toward the sound. He rounded the corner of the house and shone his flashlight at the area.

In the light of the flashlight, he saw that Valon was lying flat on his stomach in the wet grass, the upper half of his body underneath the porch. The older man frowned. "Valon, you're going to have to change out of those clothes, you know."

"I know."

"Did Misa go under there?" asked Raphael, getting on his knees beside the teen.

"Yeah, she—'ey, Raph, lemme see your flashlight f'r a minute," said Valon suddenly, an odd note in his voice.

Raphael did not object, instead shining the flashlight into the crevice that Valon was immersed in. "Do you see her?"

The Australian did not immediately reply.

"Valon?" asked the blonde. "What's wrong?"

"Raph…come look a' this."

Frowning, Raphael got down beside Valon and peered into the underside of the patio. He stared intently into the interior of the dark space, investigating the area lit by the flashlight; he was about to ask Valon just what the Australian had seen when the older biker noticed three pairs of luminescent orbs staring back at him.

As his eyes adjusted, he realized that one of those pairs belonged to Misa.

"Are those what I think they are?" he asked, carefully reaching a hand inside the crevice for Misa.

In reply, a very small kitten mewled pitifully, waddling to the blonde's hand and rubbing against it. Raphael's hand closed over the tiny animal and he carefully brought it out from under the porch into the open night air; he couldn't tell what coloring that the kitten had, since it was covered in dirt. The feline was smaller than Misa, small enough to possibly fit in a coffee mug.

Misa came out shortly after Raphael had pulled the first kitten out from under the porch, dragging the second weakly protesting kitten out by the scruff of its neck. Valon took the second one from Misa, keeping a careful hold on the squirming feline. "Are these hers?" he asked in disbelief, looking at Raphael for an explanation.

"I don't believe so," replied Raphael at last, situating the kitten in the crook of his arm. "For one thing, they look nothing like her, and for another Misa has been inside the house since we got her. Let's make sure that there aren't any more out here, and then let's get them inside—it's far too cold for them to be out here."

Misa followed after the two bikers, looking up at the tiny bundles of fur that they were carrying and meowing comfortingly to the kittens. Raphael looked down at the other cat and said, "Good girl, Misa."

Alister raised an eyebrow as he stood in the doorway. "Mind explaining?" he asked, dipping his head toward the tiny kitten that Raphael was holding.

"Misa found them," replied Raphael, absently using his finger to rub the top of the kitten's head. The little creature closed its eyes contentedly; it was feeling better after it had gotten a warm bath and some milk in its system.

"Poor li'l tykes were unner our porch," Valon said, watching as the other kitten tried to scramble out of the medium-sized box that it had been set in. It let out a loud meow and Misa instantly hopped into the box. She purred comfortingly, beginning to groom it.

The two bundles of fur were a mixture of blacks and grays. The darker of the two was entirely black; Misa was grooming that one at the moment. The other one, located in Raphael's hand, was a smoky gray color. Both kittens had deep blue eyes, and Raphael figured that they were just barely eight weeks old.

Alister hung his coat on the coat rack and sat down in the nearest unoccupied seat. "What about their mother?"

"Me 'n' Raph looked around f'r a mama kitty, but we couldn't find one," said Valon simply.

"Speaking of which, what are we going to do with two more cats?" asked Alister.

This was indeed an interesting question to answer. Though the three bikers did not entirely mind having more cats (Misa seemed to appreciate the feline company) they really could not afford to keep both of the kittens. Raphael flat out refused to take them to the nearest animal shelter; though they were eight weeks the kittens were still way too young to be left in such a dreadful place. After Valon placed a quick call to the Ishtars at least one of the kittens had a home to go to, but then there was the dilemma about the second kitten's place.

Valon frowned, and then suddenly his eyes lit up. "I got it!" he cried, running past Alister and out into the hallway to pick up the phone. He rushed up the stairs, two at a time, and disappeared into his room.

"Where's he going?" asked Raphael, rising to his feet and keeping the small kitten in his hand. The tiny creature refused to be set down at all, and Raphael had been forced to carry the little kitten around with him.

"I don't know," replied Alister, perplexed.

Fifteen minutes later, Valon returned downstairs. "I found a 'ome f'r the other kitty that Marik doesn' take," he said cheerfully, gesturing to the kittens.

Raphael raised an eyebrow. "Who did you call?"

"Oh," Serenity breathed, cradling the squirming kitten against her chest. The kitten's dark fur stood out against the girl's chestnut hair and her fair complexion. "They're so little…how old are they?"

"Raph reckons they're jus' past eight weeks, so they should be able to 'ave solid foods," said Valon cheerfully, placing his hands behind his head.

When he had been thinking about a home for the kittens, he remembered that his lovely girlfriend adored baby animals and most likely would take one of the felines in. After calling Ms. Kawai to gain permission (because she was Serenity's mother, after all) and letting Marik know that he could come by later on in the day, he had called Serenity and had asked her to come over to "see somethin' I found."

The girl's green-gray eyes looked up at Valon. "Is the one I'm holding a girl or a boy?" she asked.

Valon blinked. "…T' be honest, I don' rightly know—"

"The black one's a boy, the gray one is a girl," said Alister as he passed the couple to disappear into the kitchen. He returned with a glass of water and passed by them, disappearing up the stairs and presumably going into his room.

Serenity looked down thoughtfully at the black kitten and said after a moment, "Jiji."

When the Australian looked over at her in bewilderment, the girl giggled. "His name, silly. I'm going to call this one Jiji," she said, dipping her head to the dark kitten in her arms.

Valon hesitated a moment before a grin split his face. "Seems t' suit him some, don' it?" he asked.

Serenity nodded, readjusting her grip on the newly named Jiji. "I don't know what to call his sister, though," she said, a slight frown marring her features.

"'S'all righ'. 'm sure you'll think o' somethin' for the little sheila."

Serenity smiled, keeping her grip on Jiji as she gently rubbed the top of his head. "They're both so adorable," she cooed, her smile growing as Jiji playfully nibbled on her finger. She looked at Valon after a moment and hesitantly asked, "Would it be all right…if I took one of them home with me?"

The brunette laughed. "Why do ya think I invited you over 'ere, Serenity? I was 'opin' you'd take one of the little mates back with ya. Me 'n' the fellas can' keep both of 'em. Tha's why I called your mum and asked 'er if it was all right," he replied in amusement.

Serenity stared back in surprise before a smile graced her features and she cuddled the kitten close to her. "Thank you," she said warmly, looking over the top of the kitten's head at the teenager.

Valon grinned. "You're welcome," he said with a grin. "I figured it'd be somethin' you'd like, you've always got those kittens on your notebooks and stuff."

The auburn haired girl's smile grew and she said nothing further, continuing to cuddle with Jiji.

A thought occurred to Valon and he looked at Jiji. He said sternly, "You're t' annoy Wheeler as much as humanly possible, kitty."