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xxx Hotaru Miyamoto :: The Cursed Cat
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xxx Like a picture with a cracked frame.
xxxxxxx Fragile, but never tame.
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xxx Like a picture with a cracked frame.
xxxxxxx Fragile, but never tame.
❥ xxx Hotaru trailed behind the odd pair in front of her silently, looking all the world how a cat would be curiously following a random stranger. She even paused here and there to inspect a few things as she went. A fresh vase of flowers placed haphazardly on the edge of a table caught her attention, and she took a minute to push it back to safety and rearrange them into a better formation. Flowers were a better part of her life, and she wasn't about to leave them unattended, but now she had lost sight of her earlier companions and she scampered away to catch up to them. She didn't bother to return the saucer she had been using, leaving it for the servants to pick up as a sort of revenge she supposed, and was content to pad after her family and the new girl. Upon entering the kitchen she briefly wondered if it had been a mistake, as blue eyes darted about the room and took a quick count of who was in there. She must have taken longer than she had thought, as Umeki had already returned to the kitchen and various other members of the family were now crowding around. Casimir and Tamiko had already moved into the middle of the kitchen, and Kouyou was not too far off. Kisei had made an appearance as well, and was settling down next to Umeki. The cat herself was about to enter, when another person made themselves known and she paused with one foot halfway through a step.
❥ xxx Yasu, the keeper...the jailor. He had been behind Kisei, but now he was making his way over to Tamiko. That smile on his face made Hotaru frown, and she watched with narrowed eyes as he reached out to lift Tamiko's chin. She could once again feel the hair on the back of her neck raised at that, and a low growl almost escape her lips. This was the first time anyone from the outside had gotten in, and if Yasu was about to mess that up then she was willing to say something about it. But...nothing happened. Almost. Hotaru let out a quiet gasp, when the keeper seemed to recognize the girl and for a second her stomach dropped. What if this was just another one of his little ways to keep everyone tied down. She wouldn't put it past him and the elders to come up with some scheme of introducing an 'outsider', when all they were was a spy. No, the girl seemed too sweet for that. Shaking her head and swishing her pale locks back and forth, Hotaru ventured further into the kitchen. No one said anything to her as she moved along the floor. Those who had already been in the kitchen ignrored her and it seemed like the ones she had followed had forgotten her. It was nothing new. Keeping quiet she headed towards the stove, where a small stack of French toast was waiting. Finding herself a second plate, she picked up three of the sweet treats and headed for the fridge to grab a jar of grape jelly and some whipped cream. After scooping out a spoonful of jelly and applying a healthy dose of the cream onto her toast, she closed the doors to the fridge and set about swirling the two condiments together all over her food.
❥ xxx Her attention was taken away from her task, when Yasu made an extremely loud comment to Cas, and she looked up to find him pushing Tamiko out of the room by her shoulders. Thinking that he was about to kick her out, she would have followed after them. Unfortunately her path was blocked by Cas as he made a detour for the French toast, and she had to step back so he wouldn't run into her before he followed after the two. She was about to put down her plate and follow them again, when an entirely different set of noise other than what had already been in the kitchen caught her ears. Someone else was coming, and when she turned to look she spotted three very recognizable characters entering the kitchen. The first was Cheiko, whom she had no interest in at all, who made a straight shot for the food and barked about everyone eating. Hotaru ignored her and looked back at the other two who had entered. Akatsuki and Toshi. She nodded her head politely at Akatsuki, noticing the fresh bruises and other injuries that he was sporting. Come to think of it, she had noticed a few on Yasu as well. So all of the yelling that she had heard earlier had been the two of them. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, before opening them again to see that Toshi was once again in his monkey form. Was that why Yasu had practically shoved the outsider out of the room. Most likely.
❥ xxx "Hello Akatuki-san." she called out in greeting, though she doubted if she would be heard over the noise of the others. Still, it would have been rude not to address the god, like some others would do. "Hello Toshi-san." she moved on to address the obvious monkey in the room. "May I what happened?" she continued, leaving the question open ended as it was so as not to possibly irritate the other. If he wanted to answer then he would, and she wasn't going to go any deeper than that. Looking down at her plate again she used her fork to cut her three pieces of French toast into little squares, rolling them around on the plate to soak up the little concoction on top. When she was sure that everything was coated enough she speared one of the squares with her utensil and popped it into her mouth. It was delicious, and a soft smile graced her lips. Whoever had cooked them had done a great job. They were a far cry better than the pop-tarts that she had eaten earlier. A sudden movement behind her dragged her away from breakfast again, and if she hadn't noticed it she would have been run over by Kouyou as he stomped his way out of the kitchen once more. Curious eyes followed him, but didn't say anything as she returned to her meal. Not that she would have wondered long, as the tiger came back only a few minutes later with a handful of groceries that she recognized belonged to Tamiko. At least someone had remembered to grab them, albeit a little late. Watching Kouyou put a note on the bag and put them into the fridge, the cat just stood there and ate her breakfast. No one seemed particularly interested in speaking with her at the moment, and so she just watched.
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❥ xxx Yasu, the keeper...the jailor. He had been behind Kisei, but now he was making his way over to Tamiko. That smile on his face made Hotaru frown, and she watched with narrowed eyes as he reached out to lift Tamiko's chin. She could once again feel the hair on the back of her neck raised at that, and a low growl almost escape her lips. This was the first time anyone from the outside had gotten in, and if Yasu was about to mess that up then she was willing to say something about it. But...nothing happened. Almost. Hotaru let out a quiet gasp, when the keeper seemed to recognize the girl and for a second her stomach dropped. What if this was just another one of his little ways to keep everyone tied down. She wouldn't put it past him and the elders to come up with some scheme of introducing an 'outsider', when all they were was a spy. No, the girl seemed too sweet for that. Shaking her head and swishing her pale locks back and forth, Hotaru ventured further into the kitchen. No one said anything to her as she moved along the floor. Those who had already been in the kitchen ignrored her and it seemed like the ones she had followed had forgotten her. It was nothing new. Keeping quiet she headed towards the stove, where a small stack of French toast was waiting. Finding herself a second plate, she picked up three of the sweet treats and headed for the fridge to grab a jar of grape jelly and some whipped cream. After scooping out a spoonful of jelly and applying a healthy dose of the cream onto her toast, she closed the doors to the fridge and set about swirling the two condiments together all over her food.
... .•:´¨•☆ •.¸¸.•´´¯`•´❤
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❥ xxx Her attention was taken away from her task, when Yasu made an extremely loud comment to Cas, and she looked up to find him pushing Tamiko out of the room by her shoulders. Thinking that he was about to kick her out, she would have followed after them. Unfortunately her path was blocked by Cas as he made a detour for the French toast, and she had to step back so he wouldn't run into her before he followed after the two. She was about to put down her plate and follow them again, when an entirely different set of noise other than what had already been in the kitchen caught her ears. Someone else was coming, and when she turned to look she spotted three very recognizable characters entering the kitchen. The first was Cheiko, whom she had no interest in at all, who made a straight shot for the food and barked about everyone eating. Hotaru ignored her and looked back at the other two who had entered. Akatsuki and Toshi. She nodded her head politely at Akatsuki, noticing the fresh bruises and other injuries that he was sporting. Come to think of it, she had noticed a few on Yasu as well. So all of the yelling that she had heard earlier had been the two of them. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, before opening them again to see that Toshi was once again in his monkey form. Was that why Yasu had practically shoved the outsider out of the room. Most likely.
... .•:´¨•☆ •.¸¸.•´´¯`•´❤
✖ xxx ✖ xxx ✖
❥ xxx "Hello Akatuki-san." she called out in greeting, though she doubted if she would be heard over the noise of the others. Still, it would have been rude not to address the god, like some others would do. "Hello Toshi-san." she moved on to address the obvious monkey in the room. "May I what happened?" she continued, leaving the question open ended as it was so as not to possibly irritate the other. If he wanted to answer then he would, and she wasn't going to go any deeper than that. Looking down at her plate again she used her fork to cut her three pieces of French toast into little squares, rolling them around on the plate to soak up the little concoction on top. When she was sure that everything was coated enough she speared one of the squares with her utensil and popped it into her mouth. It was delicious, and a soft smile graced her lips. Whoever had cooked them had done a great job. They were a far cry better than the pop-tarts that she had eaten earlier. A sudden movement behind her dragged her away from breakfast again, and if she hadn't noticed it she would have been run over by Kouyou as he stomped his way out of the kitchen once more. Curious eyes followed him, but didn't say anything as she returned to her meal. Not that she would have wondered long, as the tiger came back only a few minutes later with a handful of groceries that she recognized belonged to Tamiko. At least someone had remembered to grab them, albeit a little late. Watching Kouyou put a note on the bag and put them into the fridge, the cat just stood there and ate her breakfast. No one seemed particularly interested in speaking with her at the moment, and so she just watched.
... .•:´¨•☆ •.¸¸.•´´¯`•´❤