Long Intervals of Horrible Sanity
I...I have no idea. I've been dipping in and out of One Punch Man for a while, then I went and played some online flash games because I was bored and had nothing better to do; the Sushi Cat series, among others.
Somehow, my brain came up with this. It's wacky, stupid and unbelievably cute. And it fits with the Japanese setting, as well as the concept of the OPM universe.
Song: Nyan Cat EXTREME Rock/Metal Version.
When Saitama went to sleep, he did it with the mind-set that nothing particularly interesting would happen the next day. That way, any supervillains that showed up would be more of a surprise. A stupid idea, really. It took one punch to put a supervillain down; that's just how it was for him.
So when he woke up one morning to the feel of a small, warm weight on his stomach, he paused. This was unusual to the extreme for him. He savoured the feeling of surprise for a few seconds, before sitting up. The sudden motion disturbed the weight and it rolled onto the floor with an audible 'wulub' sound and a surprised "mmrrow?"
Saitama blinked at the strange creature. It resembled a kitten that was unhealthily obese to the point of being near-spherical. He said kitten, because it was only the size of a grapefruit. It was a shade of greyish-blue, like some of the hideously rare and expensive breeds of cats these days, but with darker tabby stripes on it's back and forehead. Oh yes, and it appeared to have no limbs to speak of. It's eyes were large and shiny as it stared up at him, before it bounced back onto the edge of the futon with a folding, caterpillar-like motion and a 'squip!' sound, repeating the motion again until it was in the hollow of his lap. It squirmed and turned until it was apparently comfortable, then made to go back to sleep.
Unsure of exactly how to hold it, Saitama settled for sliding his open hands underneath, until the kitten rolled gently into his palms, blinking up at him good-naturedly once again. It felt vaguely like a water balloon covered in fur, if the water was a soft jelly instead, that is. He could feel no bones, but he could feel four tiny lumps that were most likely the beginnings of paws and maybe legs.
Alien, maybe? Or some sort of weird experiment? Either was possible these days. It definitely wasn't a normal cat. Could it be intelligent as well?
"Hello," he said, figuring it was best to start simple and polite. "My name is Saitama. Who are you?"
"Prrrp? Ssss-aaai-mrraa?"
Okay, so it couldn't talk. Although, that did sound like it was trying to say his name.
He had always liked cats. Maybe a super-cat wouldn't run away from him like normal ones did nowadays.
Apparently his cat had the power of indestructability. He had seen this power several times, most notably in himself, but not a version where the indestructability came from being made of bouncy gel. Oh, and if he ate sushi, he would grow exponentially in size temporarily.
Aside from the little mishap that led to that discovery("My ceiling!"), life was good. Wasabi(it's a perfectly sensible name for a cat thank-you-very-much) was exceedingly good natured and very intelligent. The blue of his coat had brightened as he grew, but his legs stayed short and stubby; he was no less handsome, Saitama made sure to reassure him.
"I'm very sorry," Saitama said to Wasabi, the chubby feline mewling pitifully inside the cat carrier. "But I don't want you getting hurt by those nasty mosquitoes coming this way. They drained all those farm animals dry and I don't want that to happen to you. I've put lots of layers of mosquito netting over the bars, so you should be fine."
As Saitama made his way on to his little concrete balcony, green elephant watering can in hand, a single mosquito began buzzing around him.
Genos looked down in shock at the blue blob gnawing on the toe of his boot that was making growly squeaks. Saitama picked it up by the middle with an admonishing "No, Wasabi you don't know where that shoe's been."
"I'm sorry about that," he said apologetically, holding the...blue squishy cat? "He's been locked in a pet carrier all day and he's a little cranky."
"...Is that a cat, Master?" Genos finally asked weakly.
