SasukesTaco: Thanks for all of the lovely reviews, and I'm sorry that it's been so long since an update. Haven't had the urge to update, but oh well. I guess I'm just writing this at a random time then, eh? -smiles-
Anyways, please tell me what you think. My cousin Catgurl2004 helped me in the writing of this chapter.
I love you people.
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Neko: Here, Kitty Kitty
Okay, so let us replay what has happened: I chased a cat- one which everyone says doesn't exist (but I know it does) -into the middle of a street like a lunatic, and now everyone looks at me like an imbecile.
Oh, joy.
I looked blankly at Tyson, Kenny, Ray and Max. Tyson, Kenny, Ray and Max looked blankly at me in reply. How exciting. "Kai, should we get you some therapy?" Tyson blurted out. I glared crossly at him, and Max gave him a sharp elbow in the stomach. He fell to the floor in pain, holding his sides and howling about how much it hurt and thrashing his arms and feet about.
I grinned.
"What Tyson means," Max started, waving his hands as an apology, I suppose, "is that we're concerned. You know, about your mental health and all…" He trailed off, scratching at his chin thoughtfully. Are all of my friends mindless buffoons? I growled in annoyance and rolled my eyes, nonchalantly placing my arms behind my head and leaning back against the headboard. Tyson staggered to his feet, groaning in agony. Ray chuckled at him, making his scowl and slap the neko-jin on the back of his head. Ray frowned and crossed his arms in a pout.
Yeah, they are all idiots.
"There is nothing wrong with my mental health," I snap, closing my eye with a yawn. "I saw what I saw, and what I saw was a cat. A white, retarded blob of a cat."
Ray wrinkled his nose and frowned some more. "Is that supposed to be offensive?"
I open an eye and give a smug grin. "Perhaps. What's it to-"
"Hey, look! It's a white cat!"
I'm sure that people in South America could have heard Tyson's yell, because I did, and it made my ears hurt . "Tyson, what the hell are you talk…ing…" My sentence was cut short. Do you want to know why? … You probably don't, but who cares, because I'm telling you anyways: There was a cat. On a windowsill. Staring at me- with giant, yellow eyes. I raised an eyebrow and stared right back at it.
"I-is that the cat you told us about?" Tyson stuttered, pointing at the cat, which twitched its whiskers, probably becoming as irritated as I was. Tyson's annoyance is contagious. At his question, I merely nodded, not really wanting to gloat and brag on about how I was right, and how he wasn't, because you see, I'm not that kind of person.
Most of the time.
Max walked over to the window and opened it, smiling at the cat and extending an arm. "Aw, you're so cute! Come here, kitty, and I'll- Hey, wait! Where are you…? Aw…" In all honesty, I can't see why cats like me better than anyone else. Hell, when we see cats, I'm the first one they come to- Not Ray, definitely not Tyson (that's a given), or Max, who would probably put sugar on them and eat them, or something. And it's not because I keep food in my pockets or anything… Or do I? (Ha, like I'd tell you.) Actually, all of this isn't really relevant to the subject, but whatever. I felt like saying it.
The cat leapt from the window and bounded over to me. (Well, it may not have been 'bounding,' because the window wasn't even three feet from my bed, but who cares.) It padded on the bed, along my side, eyeing me intently. I gave it a confused look, and it meowed at me. The meow was strange- Kind of like a mutated meow or something, like the cat had to try really hard to meow in the first place. Shrugging the thought off, I reached my hand out to pet it, but it jumped back onto the floor, darting toward the window.
"Maybe he wants out?" Ray suggested.
Tyson scoffed at him, closing the window. "Yeah, or maybe-"
Then the window shattered into a million tiny pieces. Hooray. Thankfully, none of the glass hit me, or got on my clothes. The others? I wasn't concerned, so I don't know. They all fell on the floor, covering their heads and screaming, or something like that. Standing with a foot on Tyson's head was a person. I would underline the word 'person,' but I can't, so I'll just stress how much I couldn't tell whether or not it was a- Oh, wait. Sorry, I can underline it. So, this person, I couldn't tell its gender, because, you see, there was a problem:
Who in the seven hells invented hoods anyways?
The person turned its head toward the cat, he backed away slowly, crawling under the bed. Then, the door was knocked down. "Excuse me, but you can't-" a nurse (or someone) said, ushering the two other hooded figures back into the hallway. They simply pushed her away and stepped inside, brushing their shoulders off as if they were cool. Which they weren't, just so you know.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Ray commanded, trying to sound tougher than looks, which wasn't really convincing, seeing as Ray looked like a girl and all. One of the figures chuckled, obviously amused, and even more obviously reading my mind. Oh, how the world is ironic.
"You," one of the people murmured, pointing under the bed. Tyson pointed to himself, awkwardly slipping from under a shoe and standing to his feet. "No, not you," the same person said. "The cat, you moron. Neo, stop being a pain and get your fuzzy ass over here- Now." The feline inched forward on its haunches, giving what looked to be a frown. But then again, do cats even smile?
…
The cat, Neo, or whatever it was called, stood beside one of the cloaked people, staring up at it and gesturing out the window with a paw. "I agree," one of the others said, the only one that had yet to speak- the tallest of the three, I should say. They all gave curt nods before jumping out of the (broken) window- which was high up. It wasn't too high up. Only eighty-two stories up is all. Not a big deal. When they reached the bottom, we couldn't tell. Honestly, we didn't even know if they reached the bottom. They could have gotten snagged on something and hung there until they starved to death, and if they did reach the bottom, it could have been in the streets, and they could have gotten hit by cars.
Or did from contact with the pavement. Sidewalks aren't very friendly towards faces, you know.
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SasukesTaco: Hazzah, another short chapter. Oh well. I'm too lazy to make it longer. And I liked where it ended, so yeah. Hey, I could write a horribly long author's note, and you could all stare at its beauty. But that's only if you want. If you don't, then stop complaining about the dreadful shortness. (I'm the only one complaining. . . Oh well.)
Oh, and when I picked on Ray, I wasn't being serious. I -heart- him anyways... :3
If anyone has questions/comments/complaints/anything else they want to ramble about, please click the purple button below. Its been a while since he's had a pat, and the poor guy's collecting dust…