Beta'd by flyintofu (Re-edit version)
The morning passed quickly, with breakfast masticated and deglutted, and the kittens nearly gouging themselves silly, as if they hadn't eaten in years. I smiled as I saw the brown and slightly purple kitten literally inhaled his turkey while the black and yellow one bit into his food gingerly. Simply adorable.
I gave a chuckle when the furries finally finished their breakfast, and the Brown and Purple one looked at my nearly empty plate with a look of disbelief. The untouched sausage sat there, like some sacred object on a holy plate in some weird temple in some weird place which was in some weird ancient civilization of some weird country… You get my point.
"Why aren't I eating? Well, I'm not really hungry, so you can have it, uhh…"
… Thinking in process… Brown, perharps? Purple? Brown and Purple? Soil?
…And since it's a guy, it can't be named Lavender…
"Charmer."
I gave a huge grin. "Perfect name for a perfect furry."
Then I turned to my other favourite, Mr. Black and Yellow. "Ummm….. Hawk."
The rest I left to Sebastian (who by the way, couldn't give a proper name to another object for his life)
The big blue kitten was named "Teardrop". And I weep for humanity/the kittens/Sebastian.
The what-seemed-to-be-stitched one was "Stitches". And I was in stitches too. Of laughter, that is.
The overly pink one was called "Fluff". Well done, Sebastian. But I guess kittens don't count as a type of genre.
The big, bear-like furry was called "Teddy". Really, I'm starting to think this is some sort of joke on me by Fate.
The only female was christened "Cutie". … No comments needed.
I think the only good name was mine. I pushed my barely eaten sausage to Charmer, and Hawk (but mostly to Charmer). "You can have it." Charmer was certainly kind of cute, even as a kitten. If he was a human male, he would drop dead gorgeous. But off with the subject before I can start drooling. Bad subject!
The little, adorable kitten gave an almost quizzical look at me, before meowing his thanks and started on his extra serving, Hawk tucking in as well, while the rest on the floor looked up, jealous and some even drooling. Was Stitches trying to climb the table? I shrugged at his failure of an attempt. Desperation always drove mankind, or in this case, kittykind, to do crazy things
"Whatever furries. I'm going back to sleep." I gave a yawn and a pat to Charmer's head. "Good morning."
And I trudged up the stairs.
Crocodile's POV
I looked at the girl who gave me her sausage. I then started making faces at the rest of the morons below, whom seemed only interested in stealing my food. Sticking my tongue out at them, I turned back to Mihawk, who was also, nibbling off (helping himself to) the other end of the other end of my sausage.
I smirked at the unfortunate souls below. Too bad for them.
However, as I turned back, the girl, known as Vii, patted my head and then headed back upstairs. Seriously? Back to sleep?
"Do you know what's wrong with her?"
Dracule shrugged his shoulders. "I only sleep 4 hours a day."
"Masochist." Personally I felt that people like that would die younger than normal people.
Shrug. He, apparently, couldn't care less.
I gave an exasperated sigh and turned back to finish my sausage. What an unusual girl.
Definition of unusual:
Sleeps more than once a day. Check.
Eats hardly anything. Check.
Who knows what could be next? Keeps a chopper under her bed? Perhaps.
Tossing the remaining uneaten sausage off the table and onto the floor for the morons to finish, I decided it was high time to do a little snooping. Why?
Cause I'm bored.
And the rest have stupid names. I don't hang out with stupidly named people. Come to think of it, I really am kind of lucky.
Wait a minute. I'm no pet! Why should I be give a name?
Clawing my furry head over the problem wasn't worth my time and effort, but I did it anyway. And just as I was pacing back and forth, debating inside my head for an answer, I didn't see Gecko Moria aka 'Stitches', peeping over the top of the table…
Moria's POV
Damn that was some good turkey. I wonder whether there's more? I swaddled away from the now empty dinner plate, looking up at the dinner table where only two kittens had the privilege off sitting at. That was unfair.
How come that stinking reptile got more sausage? I want some too. Just as I thought that, the ugly paw of Crocodile peered over the top of the table, pushing some half-eaten sausage off. We weren't some savages! I definitely wouldn't eat leftovers. An evil plan started to stir in my furry head. Looking at the intricate designs on the table leg, it should be simple enough to find enough footholds to reach the top. Then, once I'm on top, I will poke that stinking reptile's ass and hear him yondle. Kehehehe.
Standing directly below the table gave me shadow cover, so I quickly clawed my way up the table leg using my claws and different footholds. Finally, I sneeked a peek over the top of the table, with the rest of the kittens (save the two on the table) looking up to see what I was doing. Like a ninja, I silently made my way behind that fat reptile and ...
YEOW! That hurt dammit!
A fork to the ass is not fun. He set a trap, didn't he? That sneaky bastard!