Post by BlacKitten on Feb 13, 2019 19:25:55 GMT -5
Miu - 1
A small, confined, cozy space filled with warmth and comfort. A soft, clean, white bed with a matching-color pillow resting at the head end of the wooden frame. Resting on top of that fluffy, soft pillow was an even softer little, grey-furred kitten with a white underbelly. She was curled up into a little ball, tail wrapped around towards her head, nearly forming a complete loop. Quiet breaths from her little pink nose, her body subtlety expanded and contracted.
Groggily, she opened her murky yellow feline eyes, glancing around the room with her ears swiveling around. Pushing off her forepaws, she rose her buttocks and tail, stretching her arms and body while yawning. Then, the kitten rolled across the mattress, soft fur wheeling towards the foot-end of the bed. With a little leap, the kitty landed softly onto the wooden floor.
“Master?” The kitten spoke the human tongue, seeking for the one she addresses as master. Sniffing around, the feline traced a trail of scent that led her out of the half-open door and into the long, narrow corridor. The floor gently rocked side to side as the vessel that she dwelled within floated across the seas, sailing by the dry, hot wind outside.
Suddenly, she froze, hearing footsteps up ahead, and from the sound alone, she could already identify the human wanderer. Large, unblinking eyes stared at a little teenage girl stepping around the corner who was wearing a white spaghetti-strapped dress that extended towards her knees like a skirt and wore a pair of white sandals. The cutesy girl had straight silky black hair that reached halfway down her back, light-tan skin, and a pair of innocent eyes of violet hue.
Crawling towards the little girl, the grey kitten walked past her leg, brushing her fur up against her ankle. Little hands descended from above and curled its fingers around the feline before lifting her up and being held close to her chest.
“Miu! You’re so cute!” the girl nuzzled the kitten with her cheeks.
After giving a short-lasting purr, the little furball asked, “You’re cute as well, Rebecca. Where’s master?”
The girl named Rebecca paused for a moment before realizing what the feline meant, “Ah, you mean Pluto? He’s in the kitchen, drinking some icy water. He doesn’t like the hot temperatures.”
The kitten raised an assertive paw, “Take me to Master Pluto.”
With a giggle, the girl carried the kitten with her as she backtracked her steps, “Sure thing.”Pluto - 1
“Ugh…,” a twenty-year old adolescent boy groaned by the table before taking a sip of his drink from his glass composed of water and ice cubes. With an unpleased expression plastered on his face, he was not looking forward to heading towards Alabasta, a desert island filled with sand and scorching hot climates. As someone born and raised in the North Blue, he had adapted to the cold temperatures, just not so much with the other end of the spectrum.
His little sister, Rebecca, had stepped back into the kitchen after having just left a moment ago. In her arms was a little kitten which she lowered on top of the rectangular wooden table that was enough to fit six people.
The kitten crawled on all four, presenting herself in her most harmless form possible, yet her assertive tone was as if she viewed herself to be a mighty tiger, “Master!” The cutesy little feline addressed the black-haired boy with large unblinking eyes staring into his soul as if capable of hypnotizing him. Sitting on her hindlegs with straightened forepaws at the front, she sat perfectly still on the table top with her tail wrapped around at the front.
“Oh right…,” Pluto casted a nonchalant glance towards the little kitten in front of him. “Our pet cat can speak.”
“How could you forget that!?” the kitten pointed a paw towards him, “I’ve been speaking to you for the past month!”
“Yes, but every day, you look different. Sometimes you’re human. Sometimes you have white fur. Sometimes you have black fur. Sometimes you have grey fur. Every time I see you, you look like a completely different kind of cat, and I have to keep telling myself that cats can’t normally speak.” Miu’s perpetual changing of appearance gave the illusion that there was a diverse population of cats on the ship while there actually was only one cat.
“Master! Please train me, so that I may become the world’s strongest kitty cat,” Miu made her usual request. Priding herself in being a able to take on a feline form, she wished to be the apex of her kind.
“I wouldn’t be surprise if you already are,” he remarked in a monotonous manner. Ever since Miu consumed a Devil Fruit, she gained strength that far exceeded the likes of tigers and lions. “And quit calling me that!” For whatever reason, this kitten had been addressing him as ‘master’ while continuously pestering him to train and teach her in the arts of fighting for the past month.
“But master, how is it that I have this strength, yet I can’t even compete with you? What is your secret to your strength, master?”
Failing to overcome this mere human boy wasn't from a lack of trying. No matter what she does, she couldn't even get this boy to break a sweat unless the climate temperature is hot enough for him to sweat by default.
“There is no secret. It’s just martial art. It’s nothing magical. With proper technique, it’s possible to overcome superior strength with an inferior amount of strength.”
“But I’ve been trying to copy your movements all this time,” the kitten raised her paw.
“That won’t work too well, you little copycat,” he poked the kitten on the forehead. “You can copy the outside appearance of my movements, but you can’t see the interior intricacies of my movements. And, if you can’t see that, you can’t truly copy my techniques.”
The kitten gaped in surprise, “What!?” All this time, trying to copy this boy’s movements was futile?