The Mighty Kuroneko-sama
Close Encounters of the Kitty Kind (part II)
There were only three presents left. Emiri looked at the gifts that had recently piled up in front of her relatives. There was the occasional cheese fondue set, the random coloring book, and the large assortment of candy. Oh, and a new Tupperware set that Emiri could now proudly call her own. This time with seal-proof lids! Emiri felt like going into the bathroom and sticking her head in the toilet.
"Would you get that last present, Emiri?" said her mother, with that same look on her face, as if she had eaten too many of the eggs.
"Course mum." The blonde responded, a happy grin pasted over her perturbed face. Crawling under the tree, she reached for the lumpy and poorly wrapped gift, possibly the last piece to her matching Tupperware set. "Okay, this one goes to." She looked down at the label, and with a smirk, announces, "Me!"
How strange, though. This present wasn't from Santa, it was from. "Mom, who's Wolfwood?"
"Wolfwood? I don't know any Wolfwood, why do you ask?" Her mother gave her the hairy eyeball. Emiri sighed.
"Nevermind." She rips into the red paper, feeling the tension build up. Was it a sandwich container? A juice box holder? Wait, no. Could it be, a FRESHNESS PRESERVER 3000?! But it was none of these three things. Two huge green eyes stared up at her.
"Nyao."
"What the hell is this!" Emiri exclaimed, tossing the black cat into the Christmas tree branches (Nyaooo! *crash*)
"EMIRI! Watch your language!" her mother spits, giving the girl a stern look.
"But, but, it was- with big green- and, and." She just couldn't find words to describe what the heck had popped its little head out of the wrapping paper. She looked around nervously, locking gazes with everyone else in the room. Even her great aunt had stopped drooling. "I'm sorry" she says, but it comes out with a squeak. What was that thing? After everyone went back to whatever it was that they were doing, Emiri took the initiative to investigate on her own. On her hands and knees she began to crawl under the Christmas tree, cautious, and ready to wring the neck of any unsuspected visitor.
But nothing was to be found. Maybe she just imagined the whole thing. But that seemed inconceivable. Positively, absolutely inconceivable. There had to have been something in that wrapping paper. She looked back over at the scene of the crime, where some crumpled red paper still laid. It was then that she noticed the yellow and wrinkled piece of paper that must have been inside the present. Picking it up, she reads:
Don't let him get back, and whatever you do, make sure you don't feed him scrambled eggs. Signed, Wolfwood
_-_-_-_-_-_-NOTE FROM THE WRITER-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Yes, I should be doing homework right now, anyway, please send me some spiffy reviews for this odd work of mine. Love and Peace everyone, Love and Peace. Arigato! Kuroneko-sama: Nyao!
Close Encounters of the Kitty Kind (part II)
There were only three presents left. Emiri looked at the gifts that had recently piled up in front of her relatives. There was the occasional cheese fondue set, the random coloring book, and the large assortment of candy. Oh, and a new Tupperware set that Emiri could now proudly call her own. This time with seal-proof lids! Emiri felt like going into the bathroom and sticking her head in the toilet.
"Would you get that last present, Emiri?" said her mother, with that same look on her face, as if she had eaten too many of the eggs.
"Course mum." The blonde responded, a happy grin pasted over her perturbed face. Crawling under the tree, she reached for the lumpy and poorly wrapped gift, possibly the last piece to her matching Tupperware set. "Okay, this one goes to." She looked down at the label, and with a smirk, announces, "Me!"
How strange, though. This present wasn't from Santa, it was from. "Mom, who's Wolfwood?"
"Wolfwood? I don't know any Wolfwood, why do you ask?" Her mother gave her the hairy eyeball. Emiri sighed.
"Nevermind." She rips into the red paper, feeling the tension build up. Was it a sandwich container? A juice box holder? Wait, no. Could it be, a FRESHNESS PRESERVER 3000?! But it was none of these three things. Two huge green eyes stared up at her.
"Nyao."
"What the hell is this!" Emiri exclaimed, tossing the black cat into the Christmas tree branches (Nyaooo! *crash*)
"EMIRI! Watch your language!" her mother spits, giving the girl a stern look.
"But, but, it was- with big green- and, and." She just couldn't find words to describe what the heck had popped its little head out of the wrapping paper. She looked around nervously, locking gazes with everyone else in the room. Even her great aunt had stopped drooling. "I'm sorry" she says, but it comes out with a squeak. What was that thing? After everyone went back to whatever it was that they were doing, Emiri took the initiative to investigate on her own. On her hands and knees she began to crawl under the Christmas tree, cautious, and ready to wring the neck of any unsuspected visitor.
But nothing was to be found. Maybe she just imagined the whole thing. But that seemed inconceivable. Positively, absolutely inconceivable. There had to have been something in that wrapping paper. She looked back over at the scene of the crime, where some crumpled red paper still laid. It was then that she noticed the yellow and wrinkled piece of paper that must have been inside the present. Picking it up, she reads:
Don't let him get back, and whatever you do, make sure you don't feed him scrambled eggs. Signed, Wolfwood
_-_-_-_-_-_-NOTE FROM THE WRITER-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Yes, I should be doing homework right now, anyway, please send me some spiffy reviews for this odd work of mine. Love and Peace everyone, Love and Peace. Arigato! Kuroneko-sama: Nyao!