A Box Of Kittens

Chapter 2

(Your POV)

Smiling, I open the lid of the box, and gaze at the kittens inside.

"Hello, kitties!" I beamed. One of the cats, a gingery-blonde one with blue eyes, jumped out and landed on my lap. The kitten purred as I stroked it's head, in between the ears. I moved him onto his back to check between it's legs: it was a boy. I put the blonde kitten to the side and picked up the next kitten. It had dark grey fur and golden eyes, it looked almost bored and uninterested in it's new surroundings. I stroked it's head; it didn't purr.

I pouted, "Why won't you purr?" The kitten made a movement, almost like an eye roll, "Don't roll your eyes at me, Kitty."

I once again checked between it's legs: another boy.

Putting down the bored kitty next to the blonde one, I picked up another. This one was a light shade of red, almost pink, and had a very bushy and flamboyant looking tail and chartreuse coloured eyes. This one tried to scratch me when I checked it's gender, but I eventually (after many scratches later) was able to find out it's gender: boy. The next kitten was pitch black and had red eyes, and it purred loudly, making the golden-eyed one roll his eyes again. This one, too, was a boy. The next one had light grey and very long fur. This one had fur growing in front of it's eyes and long scars on it's face and neck.

I moved my hand to look underneath the fur, and into it's eyes, when it suddenly hissed and swiped a paw at me. "Okay, okay, I won't touch it," I muttered to the kitten, who immediately calmed down at my words. Despite trying to scratch me when I moved it's fur, it didn't when I looked in between it's legs: boy. The last kitten didn't seem to be as willing as the others; it ran around the box, avoiding my hands. Once I finally got a hold of it, I was finally able to give it a good look. It had grey-blue fur and one bright blue eye (it's left), while the other (the right) was a bright purple, with what looked like a pentagram in the middle. It was stiff as I checked it, and like the others, it was a boy.

"Wow, all of you are boys? I wonder why you guys look so strange..." I wondered out loud.

The golden-eyed kitten jumped onto the coffee table and started pawing at the air, towards a large poster. This poster was of one of my favourite anime: Black Butler, or, as it is also know, Kuroshitsuji.

 The other kittens joined the golden-eyed kitten, and continued to stare confusedly at the poster. They look so similar to the characters, I thought, maybe I should name them after them.

"Okay, kittens," I announced, causing them to turn and look at me, sitting in a line, "I need to name you guys. Now, since you guys look them up there," I pointed to the poster, "I'm gonna name you after them.

"You'll be Sebastian," I pointed to the black cat with red eyes.

"You'll be Ciel," I pointed to the blue-grey cat with different coloured eyes.

"You'll be Grell," I pointed to the red cat.

"You'll be Undertaker," I pointed to the long-haired, grey cat. The cat, in turn, gave a smile that could rival that of the Cheshire Cat's.

"You'll be Claude," I pointed to the bored, golden-eyed cat.

"And finally, you'll be Alois," I pointed to the blonde cat.

"My name is (first name) (last name), but you can just call me (first name). Why the Hell am I even telling you this? It's not like you can speak back to me..." I mumbled the last part. The cats looked at me weirdly, apart from Undertaker, he was too busy still smiling like a crazy person... er, cat. 

"Now, you guys must be hungry. I haven't got any cat food, but I do have some tuna. Somewhere. Just give me a sec," I stood up and left, making my way towards the kitchen. I rummage through the cupboards and, eventually, find a few cans of the stuff. I opened them and put them each into small bowls. Picking up the bowls, and making sure that I don't drop them, I head into the living room.

"Kitties, dinner's ready!"

(Sebastian's POV)

After the young lady finished with checking the Young Master's gender, she puts him down next to me. Almost immediately after that, Claude jumped onto what I presumed to be a small coffee table, and stared at something on the wall that neither of us noticed before. We jumped up next to him to get a better look at what the thing was: it was a coloured photograph of some sort, and it was hanging on the wall. The photograph held images of almost everyone we knew: Me, the Young Master, Finnian, Bardroy, Mey-Rin,Grell... William T. Spears, Ronald Knox, Undertaker, Claude, Alois and Lady Elizabeth. How she managed to accomplish this, I have no idea, but I will find out the information for my Master.

  "Okay, kittens," she announced. We turned to face her, sitting in a line, "I need to name you guys. Now, since you guys look them up there," she pointed to the coloured photograph on the wall, "I'm gonna name you after them.  

"You'll be Sebastian," she pointed to me.

"You'll be Ciel," she pointed to the Young Lord.

"You'll be Grell," she pointed to the obnoxious idiot known as Grell.

"You'll be Undertaker," she pointed to Undertaker, and gave a nervous look as he smiled broadly at her.

"You'll be Claude," she pointed to that pathetic excuse for a butler.

"And finally, you'll be Alois," she pointed to the annoying Trancy brat.

"My name is (first name) (last name), but you can just call me (first name). Why the Hell am I even telling you this? It's not like you can speak back to me..." she mumbled the last part. I gave her a weird look as to how she knew her names. Undertaker kept grinning at her.

"Now, you guys must be hungry. I haven't got any cat food, but I do have some tuna. Somewhere. Just give me a sec," she stood up and left, making her way towards the perhaps the kitchen? I heard her looking through cupboards, so yes, I assume that's the kitchen.

"How did she know our names already? And how did she get a coloured picture of us?" the Young Lord asked.

"I don't know, My Lord, shall I find that information for you?" i asked, knowing that the answer would be a y-

"Yes. Sebastian, this is an order! Find out where we are and how she got that picture!"

"Yes, My Lord," I did an attempt at a box, which turned into a simple bow of my head. 

"Kitties, dinner's ready!" the girl, (first name), came back into the room, holding six bowls of a pinkish-looking fish.

"Why does he get to finish his order, but not me?" Alois demanding, Claude didn't answer.

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