(When I think fresh, I think new. When I think new, I think of a new member in HIVE boarding. So, go read before I give everything away.)
Everyone was pretty surprised to see Kitten here. But since they had an empty room and she had a criminal record, it worked out.
Everyone had their own separate reactions though.
See-More honestly didn't care- she had money, which would be nice to have more of.
Kitten scowled as she looked through the fridge. "Hey, uh, See-More, where's the soda?" She asked. See-More looked up from tinkering with his helmet. "We're out. Mammoth and Johnny had a contest on who could drink the most." Kitten giggled. "And who won?" She asked. "I think Mammoth did... course, we are still out of pop."
Kitten nodded. "I'll be out for the next hour or so. Bye." See-More placed a lens in the eye part of the helmet. "Okay, Kitty." "Kitten. Not Kitty. Kitten."
She came back an hour later and calmly refilled the soda part of the fridge. "Kitten, we are going shopping tomorrow." See-More said, honestly surprised. Kitten shrugged. "I wanted soda now though. And I might as well be nice and get some for everyone else." See-More nodded. "Thanks."
Mammoth honestly didn't know what to think of her. She was a spoiled brat, that was for certain. But every now and then, she did something nice.
Kitten handed Mammoth a wrench. "Is that what you are looking for?" She asked. Mammoth gave a quick nod and said, "You know, I don't think villainy suits you all that grand." Kitten rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks, Mammoth." Mammoth chuckled and said, "Any more soda?"
Kitten glanced in the box, and a grin slowly appeared on her face. "Yup." She grabbed a root beer and shook it up. "Hand it over then." Mammoth said. Kitten handed him the soda, the sickly sweet smirk not disappearing.
A second later, Mammoth was covered in sticky pop. He glared at Kitten, who was now falling over with laughter. "Kitten..." He growled. Kitten looked at him and said, "Should... I start running?" Mammoth nodded.
Gizmo seemed to hate her. Of course, he seemed to hate everyone...
Gizmo crossed his arms and said, "No." Kitten pouted. "Oh come on, Gizmo! Why won't you build it?" Gizmo glared at her. "Because, you stupid blonde, its ridiculous! I do not want to build a cruddy thing like... like..." "An automatic manicurist?" Kitten glared. "I'll help! Come on, Gizmo, please?"
Gizmo scowled. "No."
Kyd Wykkyd was, at first, a little cold towards Kitten. Mainly because when they met, she kept calling him Kid Evil. And that was a very good way to piss him off.
Kitten blushed slightly. "Uh... Kyd?" Kyd Wykkyd glanced up from his book and took out an ear bud. "I uh... Gizmo just corrected me on your name. And I know what its like getting your name wrong... so sorry?" Kyd cocked his head to the side, then nodded. "Oh good. Because having the house jail bailer mad at you is not a good thing."
Kyd grinned and then reached into his desk drawer, pulling out something. He tossed it over and Kitten caught it. "What... a chocodile?" Kyd nodded. "Okay... uh... what's the importance?" Kitten had yet to learn sign language. Kyd grabbed a handy dandy note pad and wrote, 'If you get stuck in jail, get me a box of those and I'll get you out early.' Kitten nodded. "Oh. Can I keep this one?" Kyd scowled and snatched it back. "Hey!"
Angel honestly hated the girl. And Kitten very clearly hated her back. Every now and then they were a bit friendly towards each other. But not often.
Angel grabbed something from the cupboard and opened it. She frowned and yelled, "Hey, who took the last of my coffee?" Kitten looked up from a steaming hot cup and grinned. Kyd just rolled his eyes and passed her a note that said, 'My girlfriend is going to kick your ass, you do realize this, right?' Kitten nodded and sipped again. "Still worth it. She stole the last diet orange soda which I bought, so I'll steal her coffee."
Angel walked in and said, "You stole my coffee." Kitten raised her eyebrows innocently. "Well, it was in the cupboard. Open for everyone." Angel growled and said, "But that was mine!" "So was the soda." Angel glared at her, then glanced at her boyfriend and sighed. "Aren't you a little old to be playing in pillow forts?"
Kyd was, at the moment, under a shelter made with couch cushions. 'Yes. I am not too old to create a war shelter from two crazy blondes though.' He signed. Angel sighed, then signed back, 'Can't you just do one prank on her?' "Hey, no signing yet! I have only learned a couple words!" Kitten complained.
XL usually had no opinion on newcomers. But Kitten changed his mind when... well...
XL walked out of Kitten's room, looking throughly embarrassed. Kyd glanced over at the alien. 'What's wrong, XL?' XL swallowed and reached for his note pad, when Kitten walked out, obviously just showered, looking throughly pissed.
She reached over and hit him over the head. "Don't you ever come in my room again, especially to prank me!" She snapped, then stomped back in.
Kyd raised his eyebrows. XL quickly wrote down, 'I was in her room to throw a fake spider at her and she... had just showered. And I saw quite a bit more of her anatomy then I needed to.'
Kyd couldn't breathe, he was laughing so hard.
Blackfire was amused when Kitten walked in. She immediately started bets to see how long she would last. Blackfire was soon to be disappointed though.
Blackfire looked in the fridge, digging around for the mustard. "Looking for something?" Kitten asked. Blackfire backed away and said, "I was..." Kitten had a mischievous smirk on her face. She was holding up a full bottle of mustard.
Blackfire's eyes were the size of quarters. "Kitten. Why did you take that?" She asked. Kitten cocked her head to the side. "Oh, just because I heard through the grape vine that you started a betting pool about when I would cave and leave." Blackfire grinned sheepishly. "Well, uh... yeah."
Kitten nodded. "Okay. I'll give you the mustard back if you canceled the bets." Blackfire glared. "And what if I take it?" Kitten slid off the counter and said, "You even start glowing slightly, and I'll drop it on the ground. And the cap is a bit loose." Blackfire's mouth gaped. "You wouldn't!" "I would. And I will."
Blackfire growled. "Fine. They'll be canceled by tonight." Kitten nodded and handed her the mustard. Blackfire cocked her head to the side as she sipped down the condiment. "You know what, Kitten? I think you'll do just fine here." Kitten laughed.
Cheshire was actually the last one to meet her. Cheshire had been called out on assignment (She accepted because it was in Steel City). And well...
Kitten walked into her room and jumped half a foot. Cheshire was sleeping on Kitten's bed. "Uh..." Kitten was now freaked. She had remembered Cheshire from the Brotherhood of Evil. And she scared the crap out of her.
Kitten slowly walked over. She poked the girl's shoulder. "Uh... Cheshire?" Cheshire opened her eyes slowly.
Next thing Kitten knew she was pinned to the floor, claws a couple centimeters from her face. Kitten screamed until XL ran into the room, and managed to move the freaked out Cheshire.
Oddly enough, this started a grand relationship between the two.
Red X didn't seem to care. It was just another roommate.
Red X threw a piece of paper behind him and groaned. "Come on, think..." Kitten walked behind him. "Need help?" Red X glanced behind him. "Sure. My girlfriend's birthday is tomorrow. Ideas?" Kitten thought for a second. "What's her favorite thing to do?" She asked. "Other than me?" Red X said cheekily.
Kitten smacked the thief over the head. "Ow! Okay, that was uncalled for. She's kinda a horse fanatic... and she likes music." Kitten nodded. "Does she like music boxes?" Red X looked at the ceiling. "You know what, I don't know. But I do think she'd like that." He smiled. "Thanks, Kitty." Kitten glared. "My name is KITTEN. Not Kitty."
Punk Rocket and Kitten had a sibling rivalry relationship.
Kitten ripped the straw wrapper off the tube and began sucking down the soda, mentally chiding herself about freaking out about the calories.
Pop! A straw wrapper hit her on the side of the head, and Kitten glared at Punk Rocket, who pretended not to notice. "Hey!" She said, grabbing another straw, ripping off the end, and blowing it back at him. It hit him right on the nose.
Punk stuck his tongue out at her, and then they spent the next twenty minutes blowing straw wrappers at each other. It ended when Angel found them and ordered them to clean up the mess.
Punk glanced up at her. "Worth it?" He asked. Kitten nodded. "Totally."
Johnny hated her at first. He thought she was a prissy, good for nothing slut. But that changed quickly.
Johnny was underneath Billy's car. Billy had been complaining that he was leaking oil all over the place and he didn't like the idea of blowing up the engine on his car.
Kitten walked in. "Hey, Kyd Wykkyd, you in here?" She called out. Then she tripped over Johnny's legs. "Ow!" She yelped. "Will you watch where you are walking, kitty?" He said, sliding out from underneath the car. "Sorry, Rancid. And don't call me Kitty!" Kitten snapped, getting up and scraping some grease off her jeans.
Johnny rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Cat." Johnny was the only one who kept insisting on calling her 'Kitty', 'Cat', or when he was annoyed/bored, 'Meow'. Kitten scowled and said, "Where's Kyd, he owes me sixty bucks." "And why does he owe you that?" Johnny asked.
Kitten looked away. "Uh... he and Angel broke Rule 4 again. And that is why I keep insisting on switching to a different room." Johnny laughed loudly. "I think she is breaking it on purpose to annoy you." "Or just creep me out! I don't need to hear that." Kitten said, shuddering.
Johnny laughed again and then scowled. "Damn it... the hillbilly was right." "Hmm?" Kitten said. "There's an enormous crack in the oil pan (1). I gotta replace the whole damn thing." Johnny heard Kitten grunt, and slide under the car. "Ouch, what he do, get hit by a star bolt?" She said, wincing at the giant crack. "I'd... guess so..." He said, his eyes widening. He had figured Kitten would be afraid of the dirt under there.
Johnny pulled himself out and Kitten followed. "Need help?" Johnny shrugged. "If it was my motorcycle, no. But since its just Billy's car, I don't care." Kitten nodded. "Just tell me what I need to do."
It was a bit annoying, but a normal thing to fix when it came to Billy's cars.
When they had finished, Johnny rubbed his hands clean on a rag. "Here." He tossed it over. Kitten gratefully accepted it. She had a giant patch of grease on her forehead, her face was sweaty, and she was grinning. "You look like hell." Johnny said. Kitten nodded. "Well, I was bored. And Daddy always had me help fix the car... he has a problem with road rage." Kitten said, trying to wipe the grease off her forehead and just making it worse.
"I'd figured you wouldn't like stuff like this." Johnny admitted. Kitten laughed. "Just because I have an obsession with how I look doesn't mean I am afraid to get dirty." Kitten said. Johnny raised his eyebrows. "Really... didn't you sic a bunch of mutant moths on Jump City because your dress got trashed?" He asked. Kitten nodded. "That dress was expensive. And this is not a dress, I don't care what happens to it." Kitten explained. "See you later, Rancid." She walked out.
Then there was Billy. Well...
Kyd Wykkyd glanced at Billy and signed, 'Billy. This is the seventh time you've zoned out today. What are you thinking of?' Billy shook his head free. "Just... thinking."
Kyd Wykkyd followed Billy's gaze. Kitten was in the kitchen, trying to make herself useful and help Cheshire with baking cookies. "Can we make shapes?" Kitten asked. "Knock yourself out." Cheshire said, then she grinned. "I'll make a bow and arrow..." She took a knife out of the drawer and slowly began cutting the shape. Blackfire was in there too, so was Angel.
Blackfire grabbed another knife and cut out a shape of a motorcycle. "Nice and subtle, Fire." Angel teased. "Says the girl making a silhouette of her boyfriend." Blackfire responded, putting the shape on the pan. "Hey, I'm making the entire house of HIVE boarding. Wanna help, Kitten?" Kitten nodded. "I think... I'll make Billy first." Angel smiled warmly, a rare expression when it came to Kitten. "Sounds like a good idea."
Kyd smiled slowly. He had a gut feeling that Billy wouldn't be bar hopping for chicks much longer...
(…. okay, so sue me! I've matched up Blackfire and Johnny Rancid, you can't get much crack then that. Billy and Kitten could have easily met.
Dude305, don't worry, singles will still be at HIVE boarding. And they will tease without mercy.
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