Prince of Cats

Chapter II

"Bright as day, the cat runs through the night," Ryoma said into the phone. "Dark as night, the bird flys through the day," the person on the other line replied. "Tori, key me into the boss. This is an order," Ryoma said coldly. "What's up, Neko-chan?" Tori asked concerned.

"This is a direct order from the head of the stealth and assassination branch agent thirteen Kuroneko. Do not disobey," the twelve year old hissed. Tori gulped, "As you wish, Kuroneko-sama," he said and then there was a beeping sound.

"Hello?" asked a bored voice from the other line. "Washi-sama, you're a deadman walking," Ryoma stated coldly. "I'm hurt, Neko-chan, after all that we've been thought," Washi said mock hurt. "I swear, Washi-sama, if you weren't in the States, I would rip you into shreds," Ryoma hissed. Washi laughed amused, "Ah, ah, Neko-chan, we don't want that temper of your's to come out," he said tauntingly.

"Well, who's damn fault is that!? You're the one that sent me to Japan, and to the very same school that I said I did not want to go to under any stuck stance!" Ryoma yelled. "Temper, temper, Neko-chan~" Washi sung. "Argh! I'm done with you!" Ryoma yelled as he hung up.

"Damn sadist," Ryoma muttered as he tossed his cell towards some pillows. "Mew," Karupin meowed as he jumped up onto his master's lap. Ryoma smiled softly at the cat. "Thanks, Karupin, I'm glad that you're here," the twelve year old said gratefully. His cat purred in return.

"Well, I better start unpacking. Karupin, lets get started," Ryoma said as he picked up his cat and set him to the side. "We have to unpack the special items. Right?" Ryoma asked as he looked towards his pet.

Karupin mewed and the cat nodded his head. Ryoma smiled softly, "Then let's get going," the twelve year old replied as he walked into another room. His cat mewed and followed after his master.

The special items were Ruoma's weapons and uniform. He didn't want to unpack them on the first day. Too bothersome to attend to on his first day here. He had just put up his uniform, when the doorbell rung.

"Who could that be?" Ryoma wondered as he headed toward the front door. When he opened the door, he was greeted by eight boys standing on his porch. "Hey there, Echiz-" Momoshiro started, but was rudely cut off by the front door slamming shut, followed by a little click sound.

"Well that was rude," muttered a voice from outside. "Saa, Echizen-san, that's no way to treat your sempais," Fuji said. "Go away," Ryoma replied harshly. The regulars raised an eyebrow at the freshmen's tone of voice. "Echizen-san, are you okay?" asked a voice that was laced with concern.

"Hmm...well let me think about that. I have eight idiots that don't know when to back off, three more idiots that follow my tail around at school, I got a minor concussion this morning from one of those idiots, and now a headache is forming. HOW DO YOU THINK I'M FEELING!?" Ryoma yelled. "Not so good," muttered one of the regulars. "Way to go, Einstein. Someone, give him a prize," Ryoma said sarcastically.

"Come on, Echizen-san, let us in. We just want to talk," complain another regular. It was then, did they hear the freshmen start dialing a phone and pressing talk. "Hello, operator, key me into the police force," Ryoma said from the other side of the door.

"Is he seriously calling the police?" one of the regulars asked. "Crap! He is!" Momo cried. "There is a eighty five percent chance that he's just doing that to get us to leave," Inui said. "Fuji, unlock the door," a monotoned voice ordered. "Hai," Faji replied.

A few minutes later, the door was unlocked and pushed open. "You know that you're breaking and entering," Ryoma said as he played with his cell. "Join the Tennis Club," Fuji said bluntly. "No," Ryoma replied as blunt as his senpai.