Mischievous (ereri)

Chapter One

~Third Person POV~

Staring at the ceiling sleeplessly, Eren pondered what he'd do tonight. He glanced at a wrist watch that was laying next to him. The time was just around 4:00pm. He sighed a long sigh.

"What to do...what to do." He repeated.

After talking to himself, a little grumble erupted from his stomach. "Ughhh, fuck."

Eren rolled over and hesitated whether he should go out to find food. Eren was the type of neko that lived to have fun and only fun. Tearing down signs, stealing foods from shops, ripping up belonging, and scratching people all for pleasure. A lot of citizens have seen Eren around town and know to stay clear of the little rascal. Many times animal control has come close to catching him, but clearly failed.

Eren lived in a room of a small, abandoned building. The wooden floors were nearly sturdy, which made it impossible for any human to set foot in. The building was most likely a clothing shop due to all the ripped fabrics and hangers scattered across the hole-filled floor. There were two stories connected by stairs. Like said before, the place was barely presentable for a person to live in. However, Eren called it home. He had collected the excess cloth when he first found the building and formed a little bed on the second floor. The only things that he had brought in himself was an old, leather watch that belonged to his father, ball of yarn, and empty food wrappers. He enjoyed his life to the fullest.

Looking in a broken mirror, Eren had asked, "Now Eren, what luxurious food shall I munch on today? Meat? Junk food? Or...pastries? I think I'm in a mood for pastries!!!"

Eren giggled and slowly skipped on all four paws down the creaky staircase making sure he wouldn't fall in the already made holes. He hopped up on a table and slipped out through the broken window given the fact that his cat body wasn't strong enough to open the broken door of the building.

It was late fall so the sun had already begun it's mission to set. Eren peered around the corner of the alleyway to make sure the sidewalks were clear. He was a "criminal" in some eyes. Eren lived in the bad part of town, filled with addicts, drunks, and others he didn't want to make contact with. But on the other side of town, up north, was clearly better. The streets were clean and it didn't have any middle-aged men wobbling around reeking of alcohol.

He began to trot cautiously looking for his favorite bakery called, "Bertholdt's Bread." The shop was run by a young man named Bertholdt Hoover. He was an average height with dark hair and eyes. But the man wasn't a fan of Eren's presence whenever he showed up.

Eren was a lazy cat and never came up with plans at times. In order to get into the shop, he would wait for someone to open the door, like a customer, and slip in behind them. After about twenty minutes of waiting behind the plastic sign that said, "Open!!!" he noticed two hooded figures walking towards the store. They seemed in a hurry, but that didn't concern Eren. Readying his stance, Eren bolted behind the two as they entered the bakery.

Eren then hid underneath a table of a sweets display. Quietly he began to climb the leg of the furniture and grab a sweet. Just as he was about to snatch a treat, he was startled by the yelling of a man. Falling back on the concrete floor, Eren glanced over to the source of the noise to see the two hooded figures face to face with the owner, Bertholdt. One of them holding a bag and the other a gun.

"Stop fucking around and give us the money!"

"Listen to my friend or get shot, dipshit."

My ears perked up, and my pupils narrowed. Practically turning into slits, and showing my green and gold irises. My hair stood up while arched my back still underneath the table. Bertholdt glanced over the other man's shoulder noticing me and a scowl crossed his face.

"Why the fuck are you making that face? Do you wanna get shot punk?" The hooded man practically screamed in his face.

Bertholdt went pale, as his trembling figure realized the face he just made.

"No, no, no!!! That face wasn't for you, it was for the cat behi-"

"Shut up, I don't care for excuses." The man continued while pressing the muzzle against Bertholdt's forehead causing his to frantically open the cash register.

Eren could hear sirens in the distance and swiftly turned his head towards the door. However before he could attempt to open it, the man screamed once again, it sounded as if he were struggling.

"The fuck to you think... you're doing?!"

Looking at the situation, Bertholdt had grabbed the muzzle of the gun pointing upwards towards the ceiling causing the second man to panic and drop the collected money on the ground. Scrabbling to pick up the countless dollars, Eren sprinted towards him clawing at his eyes.

"AHH!!! WHAT? A FUCKING CA-" He barely finished just as Eren massacred his face covering his claws with warm blood. The robber fell to the floor unconscious causing the other men to look over. However, before the second robber could register what just happened Eren pounced and strived to do the exact thing to him. The second robber dropped the gun on the floor trying to tear the feline off his face and succeed. But in a matter of seconds, Bertholdt slid over the counter and grabbed the gun from the floor shooting his kneecap.

Eren, out of breath, watched as the robber collapsed and belted in agony. Eren then backed away slowly before Bertholdt noticed, although it was too late. He pointed the gun at the startled cat and said, "Thanks, you practically saved me, but that doesn't repay all the harm and lost money you created from stealing in the past!"

"Huh?" Eren said before a gunshot echoed through the room. Being new to the gun, Bertholdt missed the small creature and gave a chance for Eren to run. Hopping from one shelf to the next he managed to dodge each bullet. Reaching the counter, Eren had no escape.

"Drop the weapon and put your hands behind your head!" A unrecognizable voice yelled.

Bertholdt went pale again as he realized it was cop. Without hesitation, he dropped the gun and turned around. Eren then jumped to the floor and sprinted out the door the cop had left open.

Eren wheezed and grasped for air after he left the bakery. He ran and ran and ran. Not looking back.

"I...What...The Bakery...?!" Eren said between pants.

Without notice, Eren had ran into the street and met a car.

And it all went black.