A/N: Gaaaaah! Why am I not productive? Damn it! Sigh, sorry for the outburst but seriously, I'm not proud of my stories nowadays. But still, here is another chapter of Cat Trouble. I promise it will get better. Soon.

Cat Trouble

It's special

"What the hell are you doing? Are you suicidal or something? Damn it. Twice! In one day!" the blonde school girl yelled at an orange cat.

The fur ball beside her remained indifferent. It sat on its hind legs and swayed its tail in a rather smooth movement.

Finally, Lucy sighed, "Fine. Follow me…as if you're not doing that already. You can stay for one night and then you'll leave by morning. Got it?"

"Meow," it said rather enthusiastically.

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever"

They arrived in front of the house at near dark. She glanced at the building. Their apartment was as simple as it could get, after all, it was all they could afford. It had a faded color that most probably was blue before, some of it were even peeling off. Although, the paint job sucked, there was a certain homey feel that the housemates loved.

As they stood outside, Lucy stopped on her tracks and turned to the cat. "Okay. Listen here. As I've said earlier, Erza will kill me if she sees you so...um...where will I hide you?" she wondered to herself. It was already shady and the lamp post provided little to no light at all, another downside of their location. Sometimes the lights would flicker on and off, sometimes there were none at all.

"Meow"

"Sssshhh!"

"Lucy? Is that you?" someone asked from inside.

"Shit! Quick, hide!" she hissed.

It looked around indifferently and finally, at her. They waited, blinking at each other.

"Lucy?" This time, she heard footsteps nearing the door.

In panic, she shoved the cat up her blouse and covered it with her jacket. Lucy cringed as its painful paws digging into her skin. "Damn it! Will you stop moving? And stop scratching my chest!" she hissed.

Just then, the door opened and she stood in attention. Act cool or whatever, she thought. "Erza! H-Hey! Um, you're beauty emanates from the...from the...from your face?"

Erza's brow shot up, "Is there any other place it should emanate from, Lucy?"

She swallowed, "Dunno. Should it?"

"You're more unusual today. What has happened?" her housemate asked.

"N-Nothing! I just-eeek!" Inside, the cat had nuzzled deeper into her chest and its whiskers tickled. She controlled a shudder. Fuck! If this goes on, Erza will surely notice! Hnnngghh. I swear, I'll pluck out this cat's whiskers as soon as I get out of- What the? Did it lick me? Damn it! It did lick me! And it's still licking me right now! Unh! Hn! Stupid. Dumb. Cat.

"Are you alright?"

"Yep! Whiskers and tail-I mean, peaches and cream! Imma go inside now," she muttered as she hurried inside.

When she reached her room, Lucy pulled the cat out of her blouse somewhat harshly and threw it across the room. Gracefully, it landed on its legs at her bed and glanced at her. "What the hell, cat! I thought I told you already!" she groaned, "Whatever. At least, keep quiet and stop meowing"

"Meow!" Its eyes gleamed mischievously.

She glared at it, "Seriously. I'll fry you"

In answer, the cat sat and observed her.

"Stay. Play dead...or be dead. Whichever works," she mumbled as she went outside.

This day is exhausting! And I still have to do my homework! Gaaah! Stupid dumb cat.

As she entered the dining room, she saw Erza eating a slice of chocolate cake. "Is the cat leaving tomorrow or will it stay forever?" she asked apathetically.

Lucy stiffened, "How-"

"Lucy, there was a huge lump on your blouse and an orange furry tail was peeking out," the redhead stated monotonously.

She slapped her forehead. "Sorry, Erza. Tomorrow. Promise"

"Alright then. Be sure to clean up after it"

"Okay"

She returned to her room with an irritated look, a can of sardines in one hand and a small plate of milk in another. Her eyes darted to the cat on her bed. It had the same entertained expression on its furred face.

"I hope you're happy, cat. Erza knows you're here. If she kills me tomorrow, I'll end your nine lives after I resurrect," she grumbled. "By the way, here's your food"

The cat went near when Lucy placed the grub on the floor. It sniffed at the pieces of fish and stared at her in question.

Lucy smirked, "Yeah, I poisoned it but you're not gonna feel a thing"

It jolted at the word 'poison' and bared its fangs at her.

Huh. This cat understands me? Maybe...no, that can't be possible. It's a cat, for Pete's sake!

"I was kidding, cat. I won't poison you..."

The cat seemed to relax at her consolation and began feeding.

"...at least, not yet" Lucy added.

To her slight expectation, it shot her a death glare but continued to munch on a sardine tail. It can't be. This cat can't possibly-

"Hey! I'm going to call you Butter Ball, okay?" Lucy wanted to test this cat's capacity in comprehension.

Suddenly, the cat choked.

Lucy laughed at its reaction. "You understand me, don't you?"

It continued to wheeze and hack until the tail finally coughed out the slimy sardine tail. After, it resumed wolfing down.

"Hey, don't ignore me. I know you understand what I'm saying"

Still, it kept devouring the meal.

With a grumble, Lucy towered over it and grabbed it by the neck. "Last chance, buster. If you can understand me, you will nod. That or I throw you out the freaking window"

For a moment, she thought she was going insane. That is, until the cat, for all the weird equilibrium of nature, nodded while boring its eyes into her own. Startled, Lucy dropped the orange fur ball as she backed away. "Tha-That can't be, right? It's against nature. I-I mean, humans are superior to the rest of the-the, um, everything!" she stammered to control her sanity.

It snorted, "Meow"

"No. Don't talk...or meow. Just let me settle my brain," she said in between breaths. The cat waited for her.

This is it. I'm insane. Maybe someone out there is punishing me for being a prodigal daughter. She sighed and glanced at the cat, making sure it's still present and positively not a figment of her imagination. Sure enough, it was there, staring at her.

"I'm calling you Leo. Is that okay?" she finally said.

After a split second of what seemed like a mischievous smile, it nodded.

A/N: The more I think about it, the more it becomes 'M' rated in my head. It might be better too but I suck at love scenes.