Of Cats and Dogs (Kakashi x Male OC)

Chapter 2

So, I've made a baffling discovery. Apparently, dying didn't automatically mean that you'd stay dead. Case and point, I was currently sunbathing on the roof of the orphanage that I've had the displeasure of residing in for the past five years.

Yes, I have been reincarnated. In Konohagakure, the village hidden in the leaves, otherwise known as the village of Naruto, who is the main character of an anime with the same name. I had watched it once with one of my ex-boyfriends and I found it, eh, decent - neither good nor bad, to be honest. I have long since forgotten what happened there, well, except for a few main events of course. Like the Kyuubi Attack for example. Or the Uchiha Massacre that has yet to take place. But even if I know of all of this, I won't bother interfering. After dying as I did, I've decided to live life to its fullest and experience things as they come. Besides, this place is literally heaven for one such as me, if you can ignore all the killing and violence. Have you seen those Shinobi? Their strong arms, powerful legs, and well-built, muscular bodies? It's been hard not to constantly drool at the mere sight of them. I can't wait to reach the age of consent - which is 16, by the way. Which means that I have to wait for over a decade before I get to see some action. Oh, woe is me, how am I supposed to survive this! It's like putting a juicy, premium wagyu beef steak in front of a starving man, only to tell him that he wasn't allowed to touch it.

"So this is where you were hiding, you filthy cat demon!" An all too familiar voice came from somewhere below me. Aww c'mon, lady, at least try to hide your hostility. On that note, I have been born with cat-like features, hence the nickname. And no, I do not get cat ears or a tail. Though I do have retractable claws, a mouth filled with feline teeth, and a cat tongue – the creepy-looking one with barbs on it, I sure hope my future boyfriend has a masochistic streak otherwise I will never be able to give him a blowjob - as well as cat eyes that were of a beautiful icy blue. I also inherited cat-typical behavior, like, loving to sleep for most of the day, or having a natural dislike for water – though I managed to work that one out, I'm back to normal now - or extreme control over my body and supreme agility. I do land on my feet, always.

"Get your ass inside and clean the kitchen!" She demands from me. Yeah, right, you and the other kids make a mess during lunch and I, who, by the way, didn't get anything to eat, am supposed to clean up after you? Dream on. I roll my eyes and ignore her. Yes, I may have learned a lesson or two from my untimely demise, but some people are just screaming to be ignored.

"Are you deaf?! I told you to-"

"Shut it, will ya? Yer screeching is grating on my poor ears," I grumble in annoyance. Cat ears hear better than human ones. Just so you know.

"You disrespectful piece of shit! How dare you-"

"You ain't worth respecting, ya old hag. You starve and abuse kids on a daily basis, yet you demand respect from those very children? Are you kidding me or are you just that stupid?" I interrupt her once again. This time she stays quiet. Oh? What evil plan is she cooking up in that vile noggin of hers now?

"Leave," I hear her say in a low voice, making me almost miss it.

"Huh?"

"I said, leave! Just go and die in a ditch somewhere like the mangy cat you are! You should be grateful to have had a roof over your head and clothes to put on your back, not to mention the food! Yet here you are acting like you know all about life, you arrogant little bastard! But that's fine, act however you want. Because at the end of the day, nobody wants you, and no one ever will. And I most certainly don't want a filthy fleabag like you stinking up this place any longer. So get the fuck out!"

Did I just get evicted? Ah, I guess I'm now a homeless little kitty. Whatever shall I do. But joke's on you, crazy lady, I ain't your normal brat, y'know. There's an adult residing in this tiny body, and he knows how to help himself. If he wants to. But just getting myself out of this situation wouldn't be enough, no, I have to drag her down and see to it that she gets punished. She better start washing her neck.