Foosha: Another chapter already pre-written! Awesomeness! The next one I'm already working on but it might take a bit since I just started University this week. Thank you Newlight13, ICanHasCheezburgr, Chillybean, Yuti-Chan, FangWolf101 and DeeaE for the reviews! Much appreciated to know how I'm doing. :D And thank you all for the favorites! They both make my day. Seriously.

Nicky: If you haven't checked them out already, pictures for this story are linked on Foosha's profile!

Vash: Heheheh… I can't wait for this chapter.

Nicky: Ugh I can wait. =_=

Foosha: Shush your muffin mouths you spoilers of surprises!

Nicky: *covers mouth*

Vash: Whatever weirdoes. Foosha doesn't own any Naruto or any other anime or TV references for that matter.

Kitty Names:

Pein = Nonopherian/Orangey

Konan = Lila

Zetsu = Calcifer

Tobi = Helghast

Deidara = Foofy

Sasori = Spirit

Itachi = Izaya

Kisame = Fishy

Hidan = Marshmallow

Kakuzu = Professor Layton

A bright light peeked its way through the small windows of my room. I put an arm up over my eyes to shield myself, even though I knew I would get up anyways.

"Stupid sun… urgh," I mumbled and sat up, rubbing my eyes with the backs of my hands. Once my eyes finally adjusted I glanced around my room to see no kitties. "Oh yeah…" Last night they all wanted to sleep on my computer desk, since Vash sleeps on the pull-out couch/bed thing. I hope they don't hate us or something. Maybe they just haven't been around humans in a while. I shrugged to myself and began my morning routine. Deciding not to shower quite yet, I walked out into the living room to see all the kittens sitting on the couch again. Vash had already left for work. Luckily tomorrow she would have a day off so we could do something with the cats. I sighed to myself and switched on the TV with the remote, turning it to "Cops".

"Here ya go kitties. And how did you sleep?" They just looked up at me, and then went back to watching the screen. I pouted and walked over to the kitchen yelling over my shoulder, "please, don't speak all at once! And I slept fantastically by the way! Now I shall start on some pancakes." Wait… do these kitties even eat pancakes? I turned to look at them, holding up the bag of pancake mix. "Do you guys eat pancakes?" Some nodded, others just ignored me. I just had to get the anti-social kitties, didn't I? After about 20 minutes of trying to flip pancakes correctly (and not succeeding in making them normal looking might I add), I put ten pancakes (not Denny's sized pancakes, more like hockey puck sized) on a plate and set it on the floor near the couch, with a placemat underneath and a bowl of milk on the side. I know kittens don't normally eat this food, but I assumed that if they were smart kitties, they would know what was best for them. The kittens followed Orangey down one by one and proceeded to eat after he had taken the first bite. Some looked delighted while others looked indifferent. I sat down on the couch and started eating my own pancakes. I could eat pancakes forever. And I probably will have to for a while. At least I have them I guess.

After cleaning up everything, I walked in front of the kittens while tying my hair back in a ponytail. "All right kitties, today I have to go outside and water the plants, which will probably take me an hour considering how many my step-sister has," I groaned at the thought of being in the sun for so long but continued, "anyways, you guys are welcome to come outside with me if you want to but you can't wander off okay? I don't wanna lose you guys and have a dog eat you or something." The kittens looked to Orangey, who seemed to be debating the suggestion, before turning to me and nodding. I grinned. "Okay cool. Now then, let's go outside and get this over with!"

I opened all the doors for the kittens ushering them up the stairs and to the back door, then closed the doors behind me as they got outside. At first they stood close to each other in a huddled group, but gradually they started to wander off around the yard in smaller groups, and eventually by themselves. I made sure to keep an eye on all of them as I watered the plants. Calcifer started walking around sniffing at the different flowers as I watered them. I giggled at him and he glanced up at me.

"Be careful, there are a lot of bees around here and I don't want you getting stung. That would suck." I scratched his head a bit before moving on to the next group of flowers to see Lila also admiring them. "Geez, I'm surprised how much some of you guys like flowers, and not just to eat! That's pretty cool." She looked up at me and mewed softly, looking content while I just smiled back. I took a quick glance around to see where the others were at. Fishy was playing in a small fountain that had been hidden away with overgrown bushes. Izaya was sunbathing along with Orangey on the hammock under the large tree that covered a corner of the backyard near the house. Ghast was running around being chased by Foofy, go figure, while Spirit sat in the tree, above Izaya and Orangey, watching them while shaking his head. Last but not least, Professor Layton was just lying in the grass, looking bored and Marshmallow was wandering by the fences, trying to see what was behind them. All was peaceful. I let out a breath I just realized I'd been holding, and moved on to the flowers around the side of the house, still checking the backyard occasionally for trouble. This is really nice having cats that are smart. Now I don't have to worry so much about them getting into trouble because they'll know better. Suddenly the neighbor's Chihuahua started barking so I turned my head only to see Marshmallow squeezing under the fence.

"Wah!" I threw the hose on the grass and raced over to the fence to try to grab his retreating legs but, just missed him. "Shit shit shit shit…" I looked at all the other cats, who were looking at me curiously. "You guys stay here, please, I don't want you getting hurt. I'm going to go get him. So stay!" They seemed to understand so I left them and ran around to the front yard, closing the gate behind me, and heading over to the neighbor's backyard. Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay. As soon as I turned the corner to see in their backyard I saw Marshmallow go back under the fence with the angry dog chasing after him. "You've gotta be kidding!" My frayed nerves could barely function as I turned on my heel and raced back to the other yard only to see all the cats run out when I opened the gate, chased by the stupid dog who was barking incessantly. The cats scattered into a few smaller groups and before I could go after them, they had all disappeared, including the dog, though I did start to hear other dogs around the neighborhood barking.

"What the hell? This wasn't supposed to happen. What do I do, what do I do?" Calm down Nicky, let's take this one at a time. I took a deep breath in through my nose and released it through my mouth, feeling a bit more relaxed. Being able to think more clearly I decided to just start walking around and call out to the kitties, and hopefully, they would come running. But first, I would turn off the hose so I wouldn't intentionally kill the flowers and waste water.

Marshmallow's POV

All I was trying to do was kill that fucking dog for my sacrifice to Jashin. Of course though, our jutsus don't fucking work here, so I had to run back to the fucking yard only to have that shithead of a dog follow me back and make the rest of the group run too. And now, we were all fucking lost in fucking crazy-land, where ever the hell this place was. Currently, I was with Profess- er… Kakuzu and we were still being chased by the fucking dog.

"What the fuck are we supposed to do now?" He looked over to me and then to a lower brick wall next to us. I got the idea and at the same time, we both jumped on top of it, letting the shithead dog to run straight into it. We watched as it continued barking and tried to jump up to where we were, fortunately though, it lost interest and walked back the way we came. Or was it? I looked around above me and back to Kakuzu who was doing something similar. "Fuck, where the hell are we?"

Nicky's POV

Okay first things first. I grabbed my bike, making sure the basket was firmly attached (you can never be too prepared) and started off on my rescue mission, not entirely aware that I was still in my gray and white plaid pajama shorts and oversized black t-shirt. Even though I wanted nothing more than to find all the kittens, deep down all I really wanted to do was sit in a corner and cry until they came back. I knew that wouldn't happen though. They would never find their way back unless I helped them. They're only kittens after all, even if they were smart. So despite my inner cowardice, I set off, absurdly clicking my tongue and calling "here kitty kitty kitty" as I rode around the neighborhood. Some people turned my way and gave me weird looks or giggled a bit, and I tried to ignore them, though I was beginning to feel a bit embarrassed. No! It doesn't matter. All that matters is finding the kitties and making sure they are safe. So suck it up Nicky, we gots work to do! It might also help my situation if I would have remembered to change out of my pajamas. Curses.

After riding around for about an hour, I started losing hope. Already? I'm such a baby! Ugh… but what if they've been taken to the pound by someone already? Or or… what if they were eaten by a bigger dog? Or what if someone decided to keep them? At least they'd have a good home… unless they wanted to have them to torture or feed to their abnormally large pythons. And then the inevitable happened. I started crying but, being the person I was, I continued riding my bike even though I couldn't see quite properly. At times when I can't particularly describe my emotions, my common sense gets a little hazy. Hell, it's a little hazy all the time. I can't do anything right. It's all my fault they are going to get hurt. Even though this problem would seem more trivial to most people, it was a big deal to me, as you can see, I don't have many friends and when I have them, I can't stand to see them hurt or unhappy. So my conscience was really beating me up right now. After much self-arguing, and making myself feel even worse, I decided to take a break and sit on a bench to sort out my thoughts. And that's when I heard it.

Fishy's POV

Itachi and I had been walking around a park area for the past hour, still unsure of which way led back to the house. If we were in our usual forms, this would be much easier, though I'm not sure if we'd go back to that girl's house or not. We could easily just kill her and her friend and live there instead until we figured out a way back. That would be an acceptable revenge for naming me "Fishy".

"What should we do Itachi?" Said black cat looked back at me with his usual blank expression.

"Hn." Figures. Even as a cat he barely talks. I took a seat next to him under a large tree. Children were running around playing on some sort of playground structure next to us, while parents just watched and chatted nearby. Compared to our ninja world, this world was so… peaceful, from what we've seen at least. Except for those shows on the television we watched. Perhaps it's not as peaceful in other parts as it is here. Though, I'll admit that it's kinda nice in a way, but I do miss decapitating people and Samehada.

Suddenly, a child with curly red hair and an obnoxiously bright pink colored dress jumped off a swing set and landed next to me. At first she didn't notice us, until she took a step forward and stepped on my tail.

"Ow! What the hell?" Naturally, I swatted at her, but my claws got caught on her shoe laces. "Shit." I shook my paw back and forth, but it wouldn't loosen. The stupid girl looked down at us with wide eyes and gave a toothy grin.

"Kitty! Hi kitty," she yelled near my very sensitive ears, which were now laid flat against my head. Ignoring my hissing warnings she scooped me up in her left arm, letting my legs and body dangle and my head sit squished against my arms. I could hear Itachi hiss at her also, but the next thing I knew he was next to me in her right arm, in a similar position.

"Hey kid. Those are my cats." We both looked up to see that Nicky girl standing over us, not looking amused.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad to see her," I mumbled, losing my breath as the girl held us closer to her. I think Itachi nodded, but I honestly had no idea, my thoughts were getting fuzzy with the lack of air.

Nicky's POV

Did I ever mention how much I hate children? Well… I do. And I don't hate anybody! I hate them so very much. The only thing that truly irritates me more than arrogant people is kids. Now, there are some cool kids out there, but it's very rare to find them. Getting back on topic, I found my worst nightmare choking two of my cats, nearly to death. My eye twitched in irritation.

"Hey kid. Those are my cats." I noticed the cats look up to me slightly, seeming uncomfortable. The girl just grinned and held them tighter.

"I found them. Finders keepers!" She stuck her tongue out at me and started running back towards the playground. I followed after her, still somewhat out of breath from riding around. Of course the first place she went was a tunnel. It led up to the top of the structure, and it was made for children, not me. I squeezed myself in and followed after her, ignoring the nagging feeling of claustrophobia creeping up on me. Don't think about it. Save the kitties from that devil baby! That is the mission!

"Hey! Give them back! You're hurting them!" Irritation levels have reached 75%. I noticed how the kittens continually got smushed against the girl's stomach while she crawled. Stupid child.

When we finally reached the top, she bolted for the bouncy bridge thing, tripping and landing on the cats. I ran over to the bridge to catch her, but I also tripped, allowing her the pick herself up and get away. Jesus, she won't give up. I thought she would at least start crying. Irritation has risen to 80%. This was not going to end well.

I sat up quickly, ignoring my skinned knee, and walked carefully across the rest of the hazard, skipping some steps that led up to the slide, where the girl currently sat. She looked over to me and our eyes met. Then she laughed at me, letting go of the handles near her and slipping down the slide, landing safely on the wood chips. Furious, I pushed myself down the slide, only to realize too late I was going too fast, and ended up doing a lovely face plant on the ground. I grumbled some curse words under my breath, sitting myself up on my elbows, to see the girl running over to where her large mother sat. A few wood chips fell from my bangs as I lifted myself up and made my way over to the two.

"Excuse me. It seems your daughter has taken my cats from me. I've been looking for them all day," I said as politely as I could, smiling to add effect. The woman, with equally curly red hair and a tight pink business suit topped off with a ridiculously feathered hat, sneered at me slightly, putting her nose up in the air.

"I'm sorry but these animals don't have any tags on them that I can see. And why would I give them to a filthy homeless girl like you? I could give them a much better home. You probably just saw these cats and wanted to eat them for dinner or something. I mean look at that clothing! Dirty pajamas?" I looked down at my clothes, noticing that they were indeed a bit dirty from chasing the brat. Irritation is now at 100% and why the heck would I want to eat a cat? There are plenty of others around! Not that I would eat one anyway though… and who talks like that to random people? I frowned and glared back at the lady, ignoring the tightening feeling in my throat. Do not cry. Yell at this bitch! Seriously! What a snob.

"You're misunderstanding. This morning they got out and I didn't have time to change to go look for them. I've been looking for over an hour. If you'd kindly give them back, I'll forget this happened." Then that devil woman had the nerve to smirk at me! Smirk! I've never been this irritated with someone in my life (besides the child)! Perhaps this will be the first time for me to get seriously angry. All I wanted to do was beat up her overly made-up face and fat double chin! Blalshflaskdjfl!

"I don't think anyone would believe that. I mean, they're just cats after all. Go find another meal. I'm not giving you money or anything if you stay around, so scat." And then, she shooed me away with her fat, manicured hand with way too much jewelry dangling off. Who goes to the park like this anyway? Why would she wear this much crap? Everything about her was driving me crazy. Her stupid kid was still holding the cats, when suddenly she released them and cried out.

"Ow! Mommy it bit me! Mommy…" she sniffled and ran to her mom, showing her the small bite mark (no blood mind you) on her arm. The woman pulled her close and patted her head, turning up to glare at me.

"Are you happy? Take those filthy pests away. They're not fit for us anyway. Stupid mangy animals." I picked the two kittens up carefully, noticing them to be Izaya and Fishy. Glaring back at the woman I realized I've never been this mad before in my life. Therefore, I had no idea what the next words coming out of my mouth would be.

"Shut the hell up. These cats are awesome, and they are much too cool to be with your bratty little demon and your pompous attitude. Get over yourself, seriously. You're sitting at a bench in a public park for Christ's sake." And with that off my chest I stomped away from her shocked face back to my bicycle and took off, kittens in hand.

What did I just do? Did I really just yell at that random lady? My anger began to subside and now all I could feel was guilt.

"Ugh what was I thinking? I shouldn't have done that. That was so mean. Now I feel terrible…" The cats just looked up at me curiously. I looked back down at them, feeling my face turn into an expression of despair and confusion. "I'm glad to have you back but… I've never been a confrontational person before. I don't know why I got so angry back there. Now I feel awful. Stupid stupid stupid stupid children. I hate children. It's all her fault… but it's my fault too. Ugggggghhhh…."

I continued to mutter my confused feelings to the cats as we cycled our way around the neighborhood once again, continuing the search for the rest of them. I wonder what Vash will think when I tell her what happened?

Foosha: Who knew Nicky had a temper? Poor her and her contradicting, confused personality.

Nicky: Not me. This is just a one-time thing.

Foosha: We'll see about that… kekekeke…