“Awww, I think we upset the kitty.” One girl said.
“That’s not funny.” Ken replied dryly, rubbing his face with his paws. Wait a minute. Paws? He still had paws? He wasn’t still a Neko-jin, was he? He ran through a spot-check to be sure.
Pointy ears? . . . . Check.
Claws? . . . . Check.
Tail? . . . . Check.
Dang. He was still a neko-jin. ;_; Why wouldn’t it wear off and go away? Ken didn’t want to be a neko-jin anymore! It wasn’t fair.
Ken was hungry. He wanted some fish, or a bowl of milk or something. Since his paws were hardly suited to preparing food, Ken decided to go bug Yohji to do it for him. Yohji was busy packing up shop; they were closing early in light of Ken’s recent ‘illness’.
“Hey, Yohji,” Ken started, but Yohji didn’t stop what he was doing, or even look up.
“Have a nice nap?” He did ask.
“Absolutely.” Ken followed Yohji. “But hang on a sec.” But Yohji wouldn’t stop. He just kept going back and forth across the parking lot, packing up and shooing away spectators, no easy task with Ken trailing him. After some time, Yohji stopped abruptly, and Ken, two paces behind him, failed to stop in time, and crashed into him.
“Ken! Quit following me!” Yohji sounded exasperated, but Ken crossed his arms, stuck out his lower lip, and struck an otherwise indignant tone.
“I’m not gonna quit following till you get me some fish.” He insisted. Yohji sighed, and closed the back door of the trailer. That was when Aya came back.
“Well?” Yohji asked him.
“I’ve been in contact. She’ll bring it tomorrow.” Aya replied. Ken was confused. What the heck were they talking about? Whatever it was, Yohji seemed relieved to hear it.
“Good. What do we do till then?” He asked.
“Deal.” Aya answered. Yohji rolled his eyes, and Aya shrugged. Ken was officially getting frustrated. He wanted to be in on the conversation, too! He wanted to know what they had to deal with.
“You guys!” Ken whined. “What’cha talkin’ about? What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Aya said curtly. “Go take a catnap.”
“I already had one.” Ken pointed out. Aya sighed, and looked at Yohji with an expression that just said ‘do something’. Yohji did. He pulled out his cell phone.
“What are you doing?” Aya asked with a tone that suggested that he questioned the blonde’s sanity.
“Dealing.” Yohji said, taking no notice of Aya’s tone of voice, and dialed. Once the person on the other end answered, Yohji spoke.
“Hoi, Omi. Do me a favour? Pick up a fish for Ken on your way home?” He paused to listen for a moment, and then covered up the speaker. Ken was elated. He was going to get his fish!
“Ken, What kind?” Yohji asked him. Ken wasted no time in ordering.
“Haddock. Battered. With French fries. Lots of Tartar Sauce, and mayonnaise on the side.” He told Yohji decisively. He licked his lips in anticipation. Mmm! It was going to be good.
I’m running out of ideas for new chapters, so if there’s an idea you’ve got that you’d like to see me try, please let me know about it, and I’ll give it my best shot.