The original kick of the box had awoken the seven kitties sleeping soundly inside the box. Crocodile rubbed his furry head wearily, trying but failing to rub off the incoming headache he was sure he received from the less-than-acceptable mode of transportation (teleportation), the sudden transformation into a four-legged furry, domestic mammal, and the sudden change in environment.

He had been signing papers at his office in Albasta when all of a sudden; he was picked up by an invisible force and flung across the room. Strangely enough, instead of colliding with his tank full of his beloved Bananawani, he found himself sailing right through the tank and straight into another dimension (he assumed) before he blacked out. And found himself as a kitten, in a black dingy box, with none other than the rest of the Shichibukai (which he was thankful for to a certain extent; no paperwork!) He reeled himself to one corner of the box. "Where the hell am I?"

He glared at the rest from his dusty corner as if they were the four (six) Horsemen of the Apocalypse. "Why are you guys here? Why the hell am I stuck with you guys?"

"That's what we all want to know, Crocodile." The world's greatest swordsman replied, with hardly a emotion written on his face. But the twitch of his eye and the obvious irritation behind his yellow eyes gave it all away. His sword dammit. Why the hell was he stuck with these... morons without his sword.

Moria moaned a little, rubbing one furry paw over his sore head where he had collided with the floor of the cardboard box during his transportation, before he opened one eye, took a look around at the others, and closed his eye."My zombies…"

"Fufufu, no one cares about your ugly zombies." Even the pink kitty seemed to be quite irritated at being crapped into a box with the rest, judging by the size of the vein budging out on his forehead. Probably just needed something to lash out at.

"You…" Claws were drawn, tongues were wagging, and bodies were tense.

Jimbe, the biggest blue kitten in the box, seeing that the first World War Kitty was about to be started, stepped in between the two to stop the impending war. "Let's just calm down and think rationally."

Of the seven kitties, only one (and particularly beautiful one) female kitten seemed to have already straightened herself up in the middle of the box."I'm too beautiful to be in this dingy box with men!"

Her attempt to replicate her famous pose was an utter failure.

All activity in the box hustled to a stop as everyone turned to look towards the source of pure infuriating noise, before realizing who just spoke, and drawled their faces. "Shut up Hancock."

"Hmph!"

The sudden levitation on the box interrupted all following conversation. A different female voice was clearly heard from the outside.

Back to my POV

I picked the what-seemed-to-be-a-light-box-but-is-actually-very-heavy cardboard box and struggled to bring it into the house. Dumping it onto the coffee table, I slumped onto a nearby couch, the carrying having taken everything out of me. "Stupid heavy box. I bet Fate is just trying to kill me, knowing I have anemia and all…"

I jabbed a pocketknife into duct tape, and pulled, revealing none other than… kittens.

"Is this some kind of a joke…?"

The kittens looked up at me, probably questioning my mental health. Was that one glaring at me?

I picked up the one that seemed to be glaring, and looked him straight in his puny black eyes. "Look here, mister. You got yourself into this. DO NOT start glaring at me."

Placing him back with his kitty friends, I took another look around the box. This was definitely a joke. No kittens in this entire freakin world are of those weird color combinations or size. It's practically in-kittenane. But neither could I leave these poor creatures out. That would be defying all the laws I lived by. One: never ever go shopping in the personal hellhole (cough shopping belt cough). Two: never ignore the needs of animals, no matter what the species.

That means: I will invite even a tiger into my house if it was staving outside my house. It's like your mum telling you never to cross the road without your eyes closed. Insanity, isn't it?

Sigh, me and my stupid knowledge. Somehow or another, there's this spine-tingling sense of something that something is going to happen if I brought in the box of kittens. I just knew it. But still... they are kittens.

I gave another sigh. Activating my phone once more, to the strange curious glances of the kittens ( I knew they were abnormal, probably mutated kittens of sorts), I called my parents. The dial tone came on, and I stood there, waiting patiently as my mum would probably be fumbling around her handbag to retrieve her phone. Finally, the tone gave way to my mum's voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mum, it's Vii."

"Oh hi dear, what do you need?"

Always straight to the point. "I found some kitties, can I keep them? Please?"

She laughed. "Of course dear, why not? Go ahead. Make some friends. See you soon."

She hung up and I grinned triumphantly, feeling as if I won the entire world. But sadly, nothing happened, no phone calls, no presidents arriving to kneel and kiss my feet. I felt quite disappointed.

I looked down at the box. "Sebastian!"

No answer. That lazy bastard was probably hiding somewhere with the pretense of having something to do. Nevermind. I will do it myself.

I left the top of the box open, knowing that the kittens would probably appreciate a bit of fresh air, as I struggled to carry the box to my room. Walking from the front door to the coffee table with the box already took all the breath out of me. Imagine carrying that very same box all the way, up the stairs, to my room.

Well, simply to say, it nearly killed me. I placed the box on the floor, pushed it over to let the kittens out, irregardless of whatever brain damage the kitties might suffer due to said action, before collapsing on the bed, the carry having taken everything out of me. My surroundings blacked out before I could even register what happened.

Stupid fate.