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For love of a kitten Prologue"Ayme! I'm back!" Folon's cheery voice rang through the hall as he entered the house, and the sniper silently groaned to herself. As a reward for their service to the empire, Ambassador Lyude had granted them a large mansion, which she had to admit, was a luxury, even if it did mean sharing with Folon. Why, oh why had she said yes to the blue skinned idiot? He had proposed to her last month, and she had agreed without really thinking about the consequences. Folon bounded into the room, a large box held tightly in his arms. She surveyed it with mild surprise as he set it on the ground.
"Folon, just what exactly is that?" She asked, seeing it shake.
"Trust me, you're going to love it." Folon promised, moronic grin in place as usual. She watched with trepidation as he carefully pulled open the flaps and pulled out…a kitten?
"Surprise!" He beamed. Ayme surveyed the scrawny thing with evident distaste, eyebrow raised. It was obviously underfed and bony, it's grey fur filthy and it mewed pitifully at her.
"No." She said, watching Folon's face fall in disappointment.
"But Ayme, I thought you might want some company." He started. Ayme sighed. She had been careless while her squad of soldiers took on some monsters near Azha village, and one had caught her in the leg. The doctor promised she would be fine in a few weeks, but for now she couldn't leave the building.
"Folon, don't be ridiculous." She snapped. "We can't possibly have a cat, think of how busy we are. Do try and think sensibly for once."
"But it's so cute." Folon lifted the mewing thing up to her face; it's large green eyes looking up at her. She stared back unfeelingly.
"I want it gone." She said coldly, as Folon cradled it miserably.
"Please Ayme! Just for one night!" He begged. Ayme looked at her goofy partner and rolled her eyes.
"Fine, if it'll get you out of my face. Just make sure it stays away from me and my room." She warned. He nodded enthusiastically, and hurried of to the kitchen.
"Don't ask me how I am or anything, thanks for caring." She remarked sarcastically at the now empty room, before sighing again, and closing her eyes. She had a bad feeling about this.
The cat, which Folon named Smoky, quickly settled in and claimed the house for it's own, much to Ayme's irritation. It also seemed to despise her with the same loathing she had for it, and did it's best to make her life miserable, without Folon realizing.
"Ayme, I'm of to a conference Lyude just arranged. I'll be back in a couple of hours." Folon yelled, shutting the door behind him.
"Finally." Ayme groaned. "Peace and quiet at last." She smiled and shut her eyes, feet up, relaxed. Time for a good long sleep.
It seemed like only minutes later (although it was actually nearly two hours) when there was a smashing noice. Her eyes snapped open.
"That can't be good." She muttered to herself, as a dull 'thunk' reverberated through out the house.
"Little pest. If he's done anything, I'll skin him alive." She threatened, painfully pushing herself up, and hobbling towards the kitchen. Entering through the door, she sighed with relief to find it clean and deserted.
"Looks like the little brat hasn't done anything bad after all." She smiled. "For once." Starting to carefully make her way back to the sofa, she froze as another 'thunk' echoed loudly, and her eyes narrowed. It was coming from her bedroom.
"Why you little!" She exclaimed, as she finally made her way up the stairs, and pushed opened the door. The room was in chaos, her chair overthrown, all the papers on her desk scattered all over the floor, her lamp knocked from her bedside table and smashed to pieces. And to add insult to injury, there was the little hairball, calmly pissing all over her pillow, before beginning to clean himself. Ayme just stared at the evil creature for a few minutes, before her eyes blazed.
"Cat." She said in a soft yet deadly tone. "You just made a dangerous enemy, my friend." Completely unruffled, the cat stared at her with those unblinking green eyes, before leaping gracefully from her bed, and sauntering through the door into Folon's room, where it promptly jumped onto his bed and readied itself for a nice long nap. Ayme, now seething, grabbed her sniper gun and was about to fire, when the door opened, and closed again.
"Ayme, I'm back. Where's Smoky-I got him some treats." Her fioncee's voice called.
"Next time." She promised the peacefully sleeping kitten, before she stormed out into the hallway.
"And how come that despicable little fluff ball gets treats and I don't?" She inquired frostily, coming down the stairs. Folon froze worriedly, sensing her mood, before smiling as brightly as he could.
"Course I got you a treat!" He exclaimed, coming towards her, and planting a soft kiss on her lips. "See?"
"Humph." Only slightly mollified, she crossed her arms and glared at him. "How about, as my treat, you clean up the mess that…foul thing made of my room."
"Clean up?" He asked, smile faltering and looking disappointed.
"You have a problem with that?" Ayme inquired menacingly, eyes flashing.
"O…Of course not." He stammered. "You just sit back down, and relax, and I'll start cleaning up right away."
"Good." Ayme smiled at him, and painstakingly made her way back to the sofa. She had just sat down when a loud wail came from Folon at the sight of her room, and a laugh escaped her.
"Ha. Let's see you so eager to keep that kitten now Folon." She taunted.
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So what did everyone think? Please let me know if I should continue. I'm also thinking of doing a curry eating compeitition between Gibari and Reblys for my next story, so please check it out when it comes on. Thanks!