Kittens - Black Cat Short Fics
By Icka! M. Chif
"So.... " Creed purred as he stared at Train --His Train--, who stood before him. "You came."
"Yeah." Train smiled at him, almost shyly, running a hand through his hair. "I thought about what you said, and realised it makes a lot of sense."
"Oh?"
"I've come to join the Hoshi no Shito." The grin grew wider, harder, as Train's beloved golden eyes sparkled like a demon's. "To join you."
"Promises, promises." Creed's eyes narrowed. "What makes me think that you won't run off again?"
"I bring these." From behind his back, Train pulled out a bag and spilled the contents on the floor. Three heads, a girl's with long hair, a woman's with shorter hair and a man's head wearing an eye-patch, bounced and rolled towards his chair. "Will that work?" Train leered.
Creed grinned, holding his arms open to finally embrace the one other person in the Universe who -understood-. "I'm so h-"
A knock on the door interrupted him, Doctor opening the door and sticking his head in. "Shiki has something you should see on the globe."
"Thank you, Doctor." Creed struggled briefly to regain his dignity. Must not kill Doctor, Doctor was vital to his plans... "Is that all?"
"Yes sir." Doctor hesitated slightly. "Don't worry, I didn't see you playing with your dolls. Again."
The door shut.
Creed grumbled to himself, clutching the miniature dolls of Train and himself to his chest. The problem with being the head of a group such as the Hoshi no Shito was he never had any time to play with himself...
-fin-
Birthdays with the Hoshi no Shito
"Shel~don~!" Kyoko sang as she found the hat wearing man hiding in the gardens, leaning against a wall. "There you are~! Kyoko hasn't seen you all day! Were you hiding from Kyoko?"
"Good afternoon, Miss Kyoko." Sheldon smiled gently at the bouncy girl. "I am not hiding from you, but I am hiding."
"Hiding?" Kyoko tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips in a confused expression. "Why?"
"Because today is my birthday."
"Yay!" She tossed her hands in air, cheering. "HAPPY BI-"
"Shhh!!!" Sheldon hastily motioned for quiet and she obligingly cut the cheer off mid-way as he looked around, an almost paranoid expression on his face.
"Don't you -want- to celebrate your birthday?!" She questioned, tilting her head the other way. "It's a good day, isn't it? And you get presents!"
"Yes, and we can celebrate it later." He quickly assured her. He grimaced looking around again. "But..."
"But?"
"... Maro is really fond of giving birthday spankings."
Kyoko thought about the largest man in their group, his odd hair style and his open-handed gravity fighting techniques and shuddered.
"Kyoko won't tell. If-" She said as she leaned against the wall as well, guarding her backside. "-Sheldon agrees to hide with Kyoko on her birthday."
"All right."
-fin-
Eve's New Attack
"The heat in the street was terrible: and the airlessness, the bustle and the plaster-" Eve intoned at Train, who squirmed and attempted to tune her voice out. "scaffolding, bricks, and dust all about him, and that special Petersburg stench-"
"What is she doing?" Annette questioned Sven as Train focused intently on his lone --and empty-- bottle of milke. Sven looked up from his coffee at the other two members of his team and smiled. "New battle tactic."
"Battle Tactic?!" Annette's eyebrows nearly reached her hairline. "What kind of battle tactic is that?"
"You know how Eve remembers everything she reads?" Sven's grin grew conspiratorial.
"Yeah."
"She can recite it back." He motioned towards Train, who was starting to wobble dangerously. "Verbatim."
"AAAHHHHH!!" Train screamed, clasping his hands over his ears. "All right! All right! I give! I'll take you to the movies again!!!
Eve grinned in return, stopping her monologue. Train melted, his head resting on the table, looking like he'd just gone 50 rounds with the Hoshi no Shinto.
Annette looked impressed.
"Hey, Princess!" Sven called proudly to the girl. "What were you reciting?"
Eve flashed him a victory sign, looking very pleased with herself. "'Crime and Punishment'."
-fin- Oct. 14th, 2005|
"There's something you might want to consider investing in." Echinda smirked. "It's called a 'bra'. Your boobs are sagging."
"Not nearly as bad as the wrinkles under your eyes." Rinslet sneered back. "It looks like they brought friends. With baggage."
"Why, you-" The former actress let out a scream of rage and flung herself at the thief.
Jenos and Sven watched with wide eyes as they watched the girls fight, obviously unable to decide which head to think with. Break up the fight like the gentlemen they liked to pretend they were, or sit back and drool as the pretty girls ripped each other's clothing apart.
"Eh..." Train spared them a glance from his fight with Creed as the girls began to pull each other's hair. "Should we interfere?"
"Are you crazy?" Creed gave him a look that clearly stated his beloved was off his rocker. "Even I'm not that insane!"
-fin- Oct. 15th, 2005
"Don't go in there." Shiki warned as Maro reached for the door.
"Eh?" The large man paused in mid movement. "Why not?"
Evil laughter cackled from within. But it didn't sound like Creed's normal cackling. Maro backed up a few steps, his eyes narrowing in alarm.
"What is he -doing- in there?"
The Taoist Bug Master smirked. "Practising."
"Practising what?!" Maro demanded. It definitely wasn't his swordsmanship.
"Two things." Shiki held two fingers up, ticking off the points. "Level Two swordsmanship."
Laughter rang out from the room again causing Maro to flinch slightly. The laughing living sword was disturbing, no matter which group you were with. "And?"
"You know the Hoshi no Shito 'Talent Show' we're holding this weekend?" Behind the bandages, Shiki's face appeared to twist in dislike. Someone's bizarre idea to encourage group cohesion. Maro nodded, a slightly disturbed look in his face.
Shiki motioned behind the door. "He's using it as a Ventriloquist puppet."
-fin- Oct. 16th, 2005|
Jenos nodded. "Yeah."
"Good job." Lin patted Jenos' shoulder, really not more than a brush of Lin's hand against the jacket fabric. "You left Creed his best friend."
Jenos turned, watching Lin as the information dealer walked away. "Best friend?"
Lin waved, wiggling fingers at Jenos. "Rosy Palm." Came the dead pan answer before Lin disappeared down the hall. "And her five sisters."
It took a moment for Jenos to catch what Lin had just said, then a horrified blush crept up his face. "LIN!"
-fin- Nov. 24th, 2005
Kyoko looked up at him, a pocky stick dangling from her lips. She was used to Sheldon's odd introspective moods, so the odd conversation didn't bother her. "Huh?"
"The rest of us..." He spread his hands out to include themselves in their revolutionary group "Are all misfits of some kind. We don't -quite- fit into society. Paras-san was a Queen, the elite of the elite of society. What made her cast off all that she had earned to become an outsider?"
"Hmm...." Kyoko munched thoughtfully on her stick of pocky. She passed one to Sheldon as she did so, after checking that it was strawberry, not chocolate. The blood-weilder wasn't fond of greasy oily foods, but would sometimes make a slight exception for sweet things. "Maybe because she finally met someone prettier than her?"
Sheldon thoughtfully sucked the frosting off the tip of the pocky. Somehow, that didn't feel like quite the right answer. Although he couldn't argue that Creed wasn't pretty. As long as one didn't mind the psychotic tendencies that went along with it.
"-Or." Kyoko beamed happily at him. "She finally found someone with as bad taste with clothing as she does!"
He coughed, some of the strawberry frosting getting stuck in his throat. She was right, it often times looked like the two of them swapped jackets, if it wasn't for the fact that both of them wore tailored clothing.
"Or there's that." He agreed, wheezing slightly.
-fin- Dec. 1st, 2005|
He likes to think he finds enjoyment in the small things in life. Fresh milk, fresh fish, the breeze from the road as Sven drives because he doesn't trust Train behind the wheel. A good fight and catching a bounty count up there too. Possibly teasing Lil' Princess as well.
He likes to think he's usually pretty aware of his surroundings, even when it looks like he's not. That he's ready for the unexpected.
He likes to think a lot of things.
However, at this moment, he's not quite sure what to think.
About the chocolate syrup that is currently covering him, or about how it got there. One second, he was chocolate-covered free, the next moment he wasn't.
And it was sticky. Really sweet smelling too and he has a feeling that it was going to take ages in the shower to get all of it off of him. And even then he still has to get -to- the shower and all that thick brown syrup is already squelching down his shirt, in his pants, in his shoes.
Then that wasn't a problem anymore, because he's being lifted up, PICKED up and is moving through the streets at a rapid pace. He can see a mop of silver-blond hair out of the corner of his eye and realises that he's been grabbed by a gleefully grinning Creed.
He wasn't aware that Creed was anywhere in the area.
And the glint in his mortal enemy's eye guarantees he doesn't have to worry about -washing- the sticky syrup off. Or most of it off. Any of it off, really, if he'd prefer. The blond's more than willing to lick it off of him. In fact, he'll start right now. Any body part in reach. Chocolate covered clothing optional.
Which is really distracting and makes it kind of hard to think about much of anything at all, really.
-fin- Dec. 13th, 2005