"Inu-chan... come on now, get the mousey." Michael said, playing with his seventh birthday present. Inu-chan, was his kitty, it was a black and cream colored cat, slim but very sharp claws. He was the perfect cat, so affectionate and playful, but hated anyone else other than him, his father and the producer.
He moved the rod in his hand higher, making the mouse on the end of the string move upward. The cat clawed for the prize, but every time, Michael moved it higher. He chuckled at the cat, its serious green eyes never leaving the mouse on the end of the string.
The silence that was all around the apartment was broken by the sudden ring of the phone, he was about to stand up from the couch when his father looked over at him. "You are not allowed on the phone." He said, getting up from the table where he was cleaning his guns to get the ringing annoyance. "Hello? Oh! Sakano!" K said.
Of course... who else would call at ten at night? Michael saw his father walk away from the living area and into his bedroom, shutting the door. Curious, Michael walked to the door of the room, wanting to spy on his father's conversation, he knew their discussion would not be work related, it hardly ever was.
"Oh? Baby what's wrong? Don't worry, I'm sure that they will stop. What? No no, I'm not in the living area anymore, I'm in my room. I grounded Michael from the phone so there is no way he can listen in. I took his phone out of his room, no, no, I'm on the kitchen phone. Oh, what's wrong?" There was a pause, and then silence for a while, he was wondering if he was finished with the conversation or if he knew he was at the door listening.
"What! I'll shoot them!" he yelled, making Michael jump a bit. "Don't try and stop me honey, I'll shoot that bastard!" Michael left from the door and went back to the couch, Inu-chan was curled into a ball on the floor, the mouse was in his paws and he was fiercely clawing at it and biting it.
He wondered about his fathers conversation. Shoot who? Why did he always call Sakano baby and honey? He began to realize it, his father an the producer must be something more but what? He felt like a stereo typical blond. He sat on the couch and looked at the cat.
The door to his fathers room opened. "I'm going out. Have pizza for dinner or something." He said, pulling a jacket on and leaving the apartment.
What was wrong with him? It looked as if he packed the jacket with at least ten guns and something else. He sighed and grabbed the remote off of the couch, he didn't' have enough time to press the on button when the door bell rang. Glaring at the door, he stood up and walked over to it.
He didn't bother to look through the peep hole, just opened up, expecting his father to be there, forgetting his keys. But it wasn't his father who was there. It was Shuichi, the pink haired former Bad Luck member. "Hello!" he said, smiling.
"Uh... what do you want?" He asked, not opening the door all the way.
"K told me to come and watch you, and make sure you didn't watch TV or use the phone or listen to the radio." He said, smiling after he counted the don'ts on his fingers. He opened the door, making Michael step backwards slightly. "Sooo! What were you going to do?" he had asked curiously.
"Uhh... Play my violin..." He said. Ha! He'd play horribly so that the man would go away.
"Oh? Really? I didn't know you played the violin! A lot of bands now a days use them, or well, some of them anyway, but I noticed that they aren't as popular... hmm... I wonder why..." He looked to the ceiling, pondering.
Michael shut the door behind him. Was this for real? His father had hired this idiot as his watch him? Sheesh! And he though he was a stereo typical blond!
"So what kinds of things can you play?" Shuichi asked, sitting on the couch.
Michael smiled. "Have you ever seen our cat?"
