When I awoke the next morning, my clock hadn't even gone off yet. There was a light weight pressing on my chest and when I looked down I was met by two tiny blue eyes boring holes into my own. I blinked and then blinked again. A kitten?
At first I thought that this was some strange prank. I turned to look at my door and it was open half way. We all sleep with our doors closed. About to chalk this off as a prank, I sat up and set the kitten on my bed. That's when I heard Ken knock on Yohji's door down the hall.
I could hear Yohji's muffled mumble from inside his room, no doubt he wasn't even close to being awake yet. Ken knocked again as I made my way slowly into my bathroom, I left the door open to listen to my teammates. "Yohji we have a small problem." Ken said to Yohji's closed door.
I looked back at my bed. The kitten was walking back and fourth along the edge trying to find a good place to jump off of it. It was too high up for her….makes me wonder how she got up there in the first place.
As I brushed my teeth I listened to Ken argue with Yohji's door some more. "I cant find the kitten Yohji….she got away from me….get up…we have to find her before Omi comes home." I spit into my sink and rinsed my mouth, then came back into my room to get dressed.
After I was ready to greet the day I grabbed the little orange tabby kitten and walked into the hall, the first person I saw was Yohji. In nothing but a pair of boxers. Nice. Put some clothes on Yohji. As I walked past him headed for the stairs I dropped the kitten in his hands and continued on my way without pause.
Yohji looked down at the kitten then at me and turned to Ken. "Here she is Ken…I found her…" I sighed. Once again I was getting no recognition.
Downstairs, I poured myself a cup of coffee and went into the shop to open up. Yohji (who was dressed now) and Ken followed a moment later. They too grabbed a cup of coffee and entered the shop. Yohji set the kitten on the counter and walked off to find something to help with. After the door separating the house from the shop was closed, Ken set the kitten on the ground to play. As he was walking off, the little tabby attacked his shoelaces.
Finally the shop was ready to open. We had our bins of half off flowers on the sidewalk and Yohji was watering the ones inside. Ken was standing right behind him stealing little kisses on the back of his neck. Every few seconds Yohji would reach back to grab at Ken but he would just giggle and dodge out of the way. I was watching them out of the corner of my eye. I may be a stoic person….but even I want to have fun every once in a while. And again I wished that they would just pay attention to me for once. Just as I was about to let out another long sigh, the kitten rubbed up against my ankles. I looked down at her and she looked up at me and mewed. As I was reaching down to pet her, something moving caught her eye across the room and she ran off to go play with it.I stood up straight and refused to let a kitten make me angry.
At lunch a throng of customers came from just about everywhere since they were on their lunch break. Somehow Ken and Yohji had both managed to sneak into the store room. I could only imagine what they were doing. I was torn between being angry with them for leaving me alone to take care of all the customers, and being curious and wanting to go spy on them.
After the better part of the day was over, Omi came home from school and went to find Yohji and Ken. As he walked past me he barely made the effort to wave at me, and then he carried on his way. He stopped in front of Yohji's room and knocked on the door. As I was returning to MY room, Ken let Omi in and I could hear him tell the boy to sit down because they had a surprise for him.
Moments later I heard Omi's surprised whoop of excitement….presumably because a certain orange tabby kitten had been deposited in his lap. As I sat down on my bed in my room, I pulled a box out from under it and opened it, disheartened just a little. There in the box amongst the tissue paper was Omi's birthday gift from me. It was a computer game I had seen in the window of the gaming shop that I thought he would like. Looking at the game as I listened to my teammates sing an early happy birthday to the smallest member of Weiss, I could feel the lump growing in my throat until finally the tears in my eyes spilled down my face and onto the game box.
At first I thought that this was some strange prank. I turned to look at my door and it was open half way. We all sleep with our doors closed. About to chalk this off as a prank, I sat up and set the kitten on my bed. That's when I heard Ken knock on Yohji's door down the hall.
I could hear Yohji's muffled mumble from inside his room, no doubt he wasn't even close to being awake yet. Ken knocked again as I made my way slowly into my bathroom, I left the door open to listen to my teammates. "Yohji we have a small problem." Ken said to Yohji's closed door.
I looked back at my bed. The kitten was walking back and fourth along the edge trying to find a good place to jump off of it. It was too high up for her….makes me wonder how she got up there in the first place.
As I brushed my teeth I listened to Ken argue with Yohji's door some more. "I cant find the kitten Yohji….she got away from me….get up…we have to find her before Omi comes home." I spit into my sink and rinsed my mouth, then came back into my room to get dressed.
After I was ready to greet the day I grabbed the little orange tabby kitten and walked into the hall, the first person I saw was Yohji. In nothing but a pair of boxers. Nice. Put some clothes on Yohji. As I walked past him headed for the stairs I dropped the kitten in his hands and continued on my way without pause.
Yohji looked down at the kitten then at me and turned to Ken. "Here she is Ken…I found her…" I sighed. Once again I was getting no recognition.
Downstairs, I poured myself a cup of coffee and went into the shop to open up. Yohji (who was dressed now) and Ken followed a moment later. They too grabbed a cup of coffee and entered the shop. Yohji set the kitten on the counter and walked off to find something to help with. After the door separating the house from the shop was closed, Ken set the kitten on the ground to play. As he was walking off, the little tabby attacked his shoelaces.
Finally the shop was ready to open. We had our bins of half off flowers on the sidewalk and Yohji was watering the ones inside. Ken was standing right behind him stealing little kisses on the back of his neck. Every few seconds Yohji would reach back to grab at Ken but he would just giggle and dodge out of the way. I was watching them out of the corner of my eye. I may be a stoic person….but even I want to have fun every once in a while. And again I wished that they would just pay attention to me for once. Just as I was about to let out another long sigh, the kitten rubbed up against my ankles. I looked down at her and she looked up at me and mewed. As I was reaching down to pet her, something moving caught her eye across the room and she ran off to go play with it.I stood up straight and refused to let a kitten make me angry.
At lunch a throng of customers came from just about everywhere since they were on their lunch break. Somehow Ken and Yohji had both managed to sneak into the store room. I could only imagine what they were doing. I was torn between being angry with them for leaving me alone to take care of all the customers, and being curious and wanting to go spy on them.
After the better part of the day was over, Omi came home from school and went to find Yohji and Ken. As he walked past me he barely made the effort to wave at me, and then he carried on his way. He stopped in front of Yohji's room and knocked on the door. As I was returning to MY room, Ken let Omi in and I could hear him tell the boy to sit down because they had a surprise for him.
Moments later I heard Omi's surprised whoop of excitement….presumably because a certain orange tabby kitten had been deposited in his lap. As I sat down on my bed in my room, I pulled a box out from under it and opened it, disheartened just a little. There in the box amongst the tissue paper was Omi's birthday gift from me. It was a computer game I had seen in the window of the gaming shop that I thought he would like. Looking at the game as I listened to my teammates sing an early happy birthday to the smallest member of Weiss, I could feel the lump growing in my throat until finally the tears in my eyes spilled down my face and onto the game box.