Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto-verse, the Akatsuki nor the kitten-idea. Samantha Rhôdes is mine though...
Sometimes you just have one of those days. Nothing goes right, the world seems out to get you, and the worst thing is? That gut instinct that tells you it will only get worse.
Konan felt like she was having one of those days. Certainly, while she would eternally be grateful to whatever Force brought Yahiko and the, back to live, she really rather would have liked to to not be a kitten, EVER.
She turned a glare to Tobi, the one who started this whole mess. Oh, she knew he was more dangerous than he appeared, he had killed her after all, but even SHE knew it wasn't a good idea to insult the gods, when your main technique is called 'Kamui' of all things. In the old tongue it had literally meant 'divine being', whereas currently it referred to Their might and majesty.
Apparently, They had not been amused...
...
... Which led to this situation.
Well, at least it hadn't been raining. Being a kitten was bad enough, looking like a drowned one would have been even worse.
Irony was such a bitch.
At one hand she had been glad that their new host knew of a way, albeit a temporarily one, to turn back. But why did it have to involve dousing someone in water. Sute, she looked like a drowned person now, instead of a drowned kitten, but for someone who lived in a place it always rained, she remarkably hated feeling wet. Personally, she blamed it on her origami techniques.
But nevertheless, things had gone well for a while. While the short woman [girl?] with her wasn't Konan's size, the civilian did tend to buy clothes a size to big. When asked about it the girl had reluctantly admitted that she preferred her clothes 'baggy and form concealing'. The fact that the girl had specifically added the latter worried the kunoichi, but when she pressed about it, their hostess had admitted than it was partly out of habit, having always bought her clothes a size to large in her childhood, to allow her to grow into it.
This and the fact that the girl had proclaimed to be gender-neutral. She didn't mind being a girl, and wasn't particularly a tomboy either, but that was it. She simply didn't care if she was seen as 'one of the girls' or 'one of the guys', and her clothes tended to reflect that.
Konan hadn't detected any falsehood in that, and relaxed slightly. False alarm.
Truly, Such. A. Bitch.
On their way back, it had started to rain. The first few drops didn't do anything, but less than a minute later, she was thoroughly soaked, and buried beneath the bags she had carried.
The girl once again apologized profusely, this time for not properly warning her that cold water was a likely trigger to revert forms, and taking her out when she should have realized it might rain.
Konan was honestly getting tired of it, and she issued a soft yowl.
Couldn't the kid just grow a spine already? It was almost like she was the small, defenseless animal of the two.