Stray Cat Strut Chapter Thirty-Eight - Kittens!

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Kittens!

The NA Ministry of Child Protection prides itself in providing only the very best care to the children in its charge.

--Statent from the NA Ministry of Child Protection, 2031

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Gomorrah did a fine job landing right next to the sidewalk leading into the hotel and shutting her car down as if she had no intention of moving from that spot.

I didnt mind. It ant less walking. Id been doing so thinking on the last bit of the trip back. Hey, Gomorrah, I asked.

Yes? she asked.

Can you give and the kid a minute? I nodded to the back of the car where Katallina was sitting pressed up against her dog.

Gomorrah glanced back, then nodded and stood up, leaving the Fury and shutting the door behind her.

Um, Katallina said. She didnt continue with that thought.

I took a deep breath, then turned so that I could see behind as best as I could. We need to talk, just a little.

About what? Katallina asked. She sounded wary. And weary. I could understand both.

You dont have any close family, right? I asked.

She shook her head. I didnt rember exactly how old she was. Thirteen? Fourteen maybe? Older than most of the kittens, but not all of them. Juniors age, more or less.

I... look, I know what thats like. And no, Im not being so asshole adult pretending to sympathize. Im an orphan too, you know? So, uh, yeah, Ive been there. And when I was there I was flung off to so shitty orphanage with no choices. Well, I could have left, but that was a non-choice. Look, I dont want that to happen to anyone, but Im just , alright?

Okay?

Fuck, Im bad at this, I muttered. If... if it was up to so of the people I know, I think theyd just hand you over to the governnt. Maybe so would make sure you ended up in a nice orphanage, but itd be the sa ss, you know? Only with nicer bars in your cage. I aint keen on that. But Ive kinda been assuming stuff.

Assuming what? She was petting her dog, the big lump drooling rrily on Gomorrahs leather seats.

That youll just do as I say, I guess. So Ill lay it out for you, alright?

She took a mont before nodding, her thumb rubbing at the side of her gun. Alright.

Ive got these kids. The kittens. Theres a bunch of them. Nose, and Junior, the Twins and... yeah, a few more. All little shits. All orphans, like . Theyre family, you know? Not by blood, but by circumstance.

You want to be one of them? Katallina asked.

I shrugged. Im inviting you, I guess. Im not the boss. I call them my kittens, but thats like saying, uh, my country, or sothing. But yeah, I wont make you do anything. You want to get emancipated and run off with so cash to figure things out, thats on you. You want to be sent to so governntal place, thats up to you too. I kinda robbed the people that kidnapped you a bit, and so of that cash is rightfully yours. Its not retirent money, but its a good amount.

Katallina shoved herself off the seat and started scooting to the door. Ill see, she said.

I shook my head and pushed the door on my side open. Was I a magnet for snarky little shits? Did I deserve it? My eyes narrowed. I totally deserved it. Dammit all.

I stepped out of the Fury and stretched my fleshy limbs while taking a deep breath of the kerosene-filled air inside the hotels hangar. Gomorrah was waiting by the door, arms crossed, feet set, and looking like soone really done with the world around her. The people around her were purposefully moving towards the furthest door from where she stood.

Maybe I could ditch the cat the and go full nun. I was sure people would leave alone then. Also, Lucy had a thing for serious won in uniforms.

I picked my helt out of the Fury, then grabbed Whisper from the back and slung it over my shoulder opposite my Icarus. I was starting to have a nice collection of things that could blow things up. I almost forgot to grab my newfangled grapple system too.

Katallina and her dog waited awkwardly next to Gomorrah until I ran over. Youre going to leave your car parked there? I asked.

Whos going to move it? Gomorrah asked.

It was a fair point.

We moved into the lobby where I noticed a fair number of people looking our way. It was still a bit strange to be the centre of attention like that, but as long as they didnt try anything I didnt particularly care. Katallina started walking a bit closer to my side.

We moved past one of those little stand-up signs that say No Pets Allowed then stepped into a free elevator.

You ntioned that you have a big family? Gomorrah asked.

Yup, I said. Youll like them. Well, one or two of them. There are so many that statistically theres bound to be one that doesnt annoy you.

Thats not reassuring, Gomorrah said.

Youll like Lucy, I said. Uh, are you into won?

Gomorrah slowly turned to stare at . What?

Its an innocent question, I said.

Im literally a nun.

I shrugged. That would just make it kinkier. Anyway, if Lucy pinches your bottom just tell her not to. She can get handsy, but shes nice. If any of the kittens ask you to give them a weapon, dont. If theyre annoying, just threaten them. Uh, make it look serious though, because Ive been weaning them off fear for a long ti now, and theyre pretty... fearless.

Christ, Gomorrah said. Are they people or feral dogs?

Theyre poorly raised children, I said. I was pretty much the only one around that wasnt insane.

Gomorrah stared so hard I could feel it through her mask. God, watch over my soul.

The kittens arent really religious, I said.

I cant imagine, she deadpanned.

I patted her back, then when the elevator door opened, started out into the corridor. We still had guards stationed by the doors, and the place still looked way too clean for the likes of the kittens to be staying there.

Katallinas head was on a swivel, and the dog... was doing dog stuff. I dont know.

I could just make out the kittens talking on the other side of the apartnt door, they were talking over a television playing so sort of cartoon, if I had to guess. Soone was doing sothing in the kitchen, and I decided that I had enough spying on the kittens for a day.

The door unlocked as I reached for the handle, and I stepped in with a yawn. It was only mid-day but I was ready for a rest already. Yo! Im ho. And I brought guests.

Shut up! TVs on, Nose shouted back. He didnt even turn away from the flashing colours on the floor-to-ceiling screen.

I glared, then stared at the TV, connected to it through my augs, and flicked it off.

Hey! ca a chorus of whines.

Myalis, can you ping all the kittens and tell them to co over here? Be as creatively threatening as you want.

With pleasure!

I have the feeling that being here is a mistake, Gomorrah said. Why is this place more fearso than breaking into a rcenary base?

Because kids are scarier than neckbeards with guns, I said. The kittens, spurned on by Myalis threats, gathered up in the... I didnt know what the huge room that encompassed the kitchen, the living room, and an area with a piano was called. I looked over the sea of little shits, then narrowed my eyes. Wheres Lucy?

I didnt alert her. I suspect that sending threats to your girlfriend would cause so issues.

Shes sleeping, dipshit, Junior said.

Oh, I said.

Daniel wobbled into the room and then ca to a stop next to the island in the middle of the kitchen. Hey, he said. Nice seeing you alive. That the girl you were trying to save?

Yup. Gomorrah, Daniel, watch over the kittens, Im going to go wake Lucy up, I said as I took off. I pretended that I couldnt hear Gomorrahs what? even though Id picked it up plenty well.

So, are you a nun, or is that just so cosplay, because if it is just cosplay, you got an Instagram or sothing? Daniel asked.

I left it up to Gomorrah to decide whether or not to choke him.

I went over to the master bedroom and carefully opened the door. It was well oiled, and didnt so much as squeak.

Lucy was on the bed, partially covered by a blanket and hugging a pillow. She was in jeans and a t-shirt, and looked like soone that had just flopped down for a quick nap. I couldnt help but smile as I shuffled over and took off my coat, then the holster beneath. I sat next to her and started to run my hands through her hair.

She had wavy hair that always got tangled up if she didnt take care of it. It was beautiful, but a bit ssy, and high maintenance. I would never tell Lucy that it suited her very well.

Hey, I said.

Lucy groaned and buried herself deeper into her pillow. Just eat whatever, she said.

I snorted. Did she think I was a hungry kitten?

She blinked and looked up to . It took a mont for recognition to flash in her eyes. And then she shoved her head back down. Its good youre back; wake up later.

Really? I asked.

She sighed, yawned, and rolled over onto her back. Fine, she said. How was... everything? What ti is it?

Who cares? I asked. Uh, we have guests.

She blinked so more. We have guests?

Yup. You might wanna get up.

Dammit all, she said. But she did get up.