Disclaimer: Huh. Still not mine, eh?
Don't ask why he's in cat form. He just…is.
Super Neko
Chapter Two:
Potato Chips
Kyou's eyes went to slits as he stared longingly at the bag sitting on the counter. It was an appealing and eye-catching color of lime green--not exactly your typical color-association for potato chips.
But this wasn't your average, typical bag of potato chips.
These were the potato chips. The only ones Kyou liked. The only ones Kyou wanted. They were sweet and spicy and salty, crisp and crunchy and just oily enough to leave a delicious sheen over your fingertips so you could lick them clean. Light and airy, delectable and oh-so irresistible, just waiting for him to dive right in.
If he could break the seal.
Kyou leapt lightly up to the countertop, his claws making light 'clicking' noises as they rapped against the white tile surface. A low purr rumbled in his throat, and he paused to lick a casual tongue over his itchy shoulder--rasping a little as a few strands of fur came loose--before rubbing the side of his throat against the bag. They were so alluring, so close, and yet so far away.
Cats don't have opposable thumbs.
His purr became a deep-throated rumble of dissatisfaction and annoyance as he sank his teeth into the crackly and distasteful packaging, trying to bite through the protective layers that kept those chips so delightfully crisp and fresh. But modern technology foiled him, and he growled in frustration as his persistent attempts were repelled one after another.
Muttering angrily, Kyou pawed at the bag in a helpless gesture to try to open the top, but the bag merely slid across the slick countertop towards him, as unopenable as before. A hiss slipped out from his throat before Kyou could catch himself and remind himself that he was, most importantly, not a cat. But his reaction was purely feline, and it was surprisingly satisfying, so he let loose another sibilant hiss, pulling back his lips and baring his needle-sharp fangs at the offending object.
But cats are notoriously ingenius, and, grabbing the bag between his teeth, Kyou dropped it over the edge of the counter to the floor, springing lightly to four, well-padded paws beneath it with the barest of 'thumps'. The tip of his tail twitched as he dragged his prize across the floor, up the stairs, past Yuki's closed bedroom door--dumb mouse, sleeping all night long--and into his own room.
Kyou's sharp eyes picked out, through the nighttime darkness, the jagged edge of broken glass of the picture frame lying on his desk. He'd accidentally knocked it off earlier that evening, when he'd still been human, and the glass panel had shattered. He hadn't gotten around to cleaning it up yet, which was just as good, because this was the answer to his potato chip cravings.
It was a little more difficult to make the jump up onto the desk with the potato chips in his mouth, but Kyou managed somehow and, dragging it across the broken glass, caught the packaging. The most beautiful sound in the world, Kyou thought as he carefully nudged his midnight snack away from the hazards of the glass, was the ripping of plastic/foil, the opening of the way to paradise.
He stuck his head deep into the bag, inhaled for the pure delight of absorbing the scent of potato chips, and snatched up the first chip into his mouth.
"YUCK!"
Kyou made the face of a disgusted cat; his ears went back, his little pink nose wrinkled, a frown creased his forehead. His tongue shot out, and his mouth opened wide as he gagged reflexively, spitting small, unchewed bits of chip all over the floor below.
Cats don't have human taste buds.
2.14.05
Well, this one wasn't half as fun to write as the first one. The idea sort of dragged on and out, and I'm sorry the broken-glass idea wasn't terribly aamusing or original. I thought I'd continue the Super Neko theme, though...Don't ask why he's in cat form, though. I have no idea! )