Tiny Terror

Badass Ninja Cats

[Mia's theme: You're Going Down by Sick Puppies]

  Furrowing my brows at my parents, they were looking at me with rather stern expressions as boxes filled the house and the walls were bare. No photos or paintings could be seen on the sun-bleached walls, and the rug in the living room was rolled up and taped to keep it closed.

  "A week." I stated as they sat at the table with coffee in front of them. "I'm gone a week, and we're moving?"

  "Told you she'd be upset." My mom said under her breath while looking away and raising her brows as she sipped from her mug.

"I'm not dealing with it. You see her face?" My father copied her actions while facing the opposite way. "It's like a sun-dried pepper...."

  "I'm right here!" Throwing my hands up, I dropped my duffel bag on the floor next to me.

  "Look, honey, it's for work. Plus, you'll be going to a vocational school, perfect for what you want to be." The tiny woman looked back at me while elegantly holding her mug as it sat on the table.

  "I don't even know what I bloody want to be!"

  "Well, as luck would have it, you're just as good at building stuff as you are destroying. Sadly, you mostly destroy, so we signed you into the architecture program to hopefully counteract that." The broad man explained while resting his jaw in his palm with his elbow on the table.

  "Oh, I'll build something." I frowned as my hand hovered behind a vase, looking like a cat about to knock it over. "Build my anger!"

  "Knock that over, and you'll be seeing scorpions in your bags, missy." My mom gave me a look, daring me to follow through with my threat. "We got plenty of 'em outside." Her eyes narrowed, and I pouted before dropping my hand as I crossed my arms.

  "Ehem, back to the subject at hand; we're shipping out tomorrow."

  "But what about my turf?! My people?!"

  "You'll have plenty of space to romp around, don't worry." Mom waved her petite hand. "Just take over my old stomping grounds, and you should be fine. Just be careful. I don't know if people carry knives like other areas there now."

  "Your old stomping grounds....?" I questioned, and then my face lit up as I smiled. "We're going to Korea?!"

  "....What's wrong with here? Why are you so excited now?" Dad pouted.

  "Sorry, but I have to check my shoes every morning for spiders and my sheets for snakes. I think a time away from all the venomous critters will be a much-needed break." Mom snickered while giving my father a sideways glance.

  "Looks like someone's dissing your home, dear. What are you going to do about it?"

  "....I can't say anything, she has a point." He replied before banging his head against the table, causing the mugs to clack without spilling the coffee.

  "When we get there, though, just use my old name to help you get the territory back. Who knows who's running it now."

  "I can't believe you're promoting our child's violent behavior...." Dad mumbled.

  "She's young, it's fine. Let her find her path in life."

  "Says the former gangster." He popped off while eyeing the colorful and dull tattoos on her arms.

  "I don't know what you're talking about." She sipped her coffee while looking away. "I turned out fine. Got a husband, a nice job, and someone to carry on my name." Mom then sent me a smirk. "Make your mama proud, baby."