A/N- ok! I said I would try to fit in a little update before camp, and here it is! Thanks so much for the reviews! They really keep the chapters coming!
Kyo scowled. Once again, his curse as the cat made his life such total crap. The cat was isolated. The cat was a freak. The cat...was him. Tohru had been spending all her time with Yuki...Yuki had been accepted immediately into his tents inner circle...Haru was respected as Two-Tone. But Kyo still hadn't gotten a nickname. He hadn't done anything remarkable.
He hadn't beaten a notorious bully like Haru. He wasn't the obvious leader like Yuki. He wasn't bright and cheerful like Tohru. He was just Kyo. The hot-tempered, short-fused, cursed cat. There was no place for a person like that.
He sat up, realizing that the door to the wreck room was opening. In walked a heavyset boy, who looked pretty harmless. Just big. He sat on the deteriorating couch next to Kyo, and opened a box of stationary. Kyo looked over. Dear mom, Blah, blah, blah about passing a swimming test...wait, what? There wasn't a lake!
Kyo's eyes narrowed. If he HAD someone to write to, he sure as hell wouldn't be lying to them. He angrily stood up. "What the hell??? Why aren't you begging to be taken home? If I could write MY mom, or dad, or ANYONE who'd listen, I sure as hell wouldn't be lying to them!"
Kyo stood up, and left the kid there, crossing over to the other side of the room. He plopped on an under-stuffed chair, seething. He heard the door open, and saw the rest of his tent, and Tohru's tent mates come in. He stood up to stand with Haru, who was looking like he was bored out of his mind. As usual.
On his way over, he tripped over the leg of some orange blob-shaped person. "Hey! Watch it!" Kyo huffed. The Blob slowly looked up. He was massive, a huge bolder with legs, and arms like hairy hams. His tiny piggish eyes were squinting at him in anger, and a hand the size of a salad plate was cracking his bolt-like knuckles.
"What did you say?" he asked, in a low rumbling voice. Kyo stared at him. That kid didn't stand a chance against him. He hadn't trained in the mountains for four months in vain, even if he couldn't beat Yuki yet. "I told you to watch it!" Kyo snapped back.
The two teens stare at each other in hatred, before launching at the other. In the back of Kyo's mind, a small part of him was hoping that maybe if he could prove himself, there was still hope for a place in life. A purpose.
Kyo scowled. Once again, his curse as the cat made his life such total crap. The cat was isolated. The cat was a freak. The cat...was him. Tohru had been spending all her time with Yuki...Yuki had been accepted immediately into his tents inner circle...Haru was respected as Two-Tone. But Kyo still hadn't gotten a nickname. He hadn't done anything remarkable.
He hadn't beaten a notorious bully like Haru. He wasn't the obvious leader like Yuki. He wasn't bright and cheerful like Tohru. He was just Kyo. The hot-tempered, short-fused, cursed cat. There was no place for a person like that.
He sat up, realizing that the door to the wreck room was opening. In walked a heavyset boy, who looked pretty harmless. Just big. He sat on the deteriorating couch next to Kyo, and opened a box of stationary. Kyo looked over. Dear mom, Blah, blah, blah about passing a swimming test...wait, what? There wasn't a lake!
Kyo's eyes narrowed. If he HAD someone to write to, he sure as hell wouldn't be lying to them. He angrily stood up. "What the hell??? Why aren't you begging to be taken home? If I could write MY mom, or dad, or ANYONE who'd listen, I sure as hell wouldn't be lying to them!"
Kyo stood up, and left the kid there, crossing over to the other side of the room. He plopped on an under-stuffed chair, seething. He heard the door open, and saw the rest of his tent, and Tohru's tent mates come in. He stood up to stand with Haru, who was looking like he was bored out of his mind. As usual.
On his way over, he tripped over the leg of some orange blob-shaped person. "Hey! Watch it!" Kyo huffed. The Blob slowly looked up. He was massive, a huge bolder with legs, and arms like hairy hams. His tiny piggish eyes were squinting at him in anger, and a hand the size of a salad plate was cracking his bolt-like knuckles.
"What did you say?" he asked, in a low rumbling voice. Kyo stared at him. That kid didn't stand a chance against him. He hadn't trained in the mountains for four months in vain, even if he couldn't beat Yuki yet. "I told you to watch it!" Kyo snapped back.
The two teens stare at each other in hatred, before launching at the other. In the back of Kyo's mind, a small part of him was hoping that maybe if he could prove himself, there was still hope for a place in life. A purpose.