Caffeine

Chapter 1 - Buyo

Note #1: The Infinity Stone created by the Humans nowhere resembles the abilities of a real infinity stone. It can not create, reverse, or alternate reality. In fact, at the moment, it seems completely useless.

Note #2: Buy another child lock, preferably the cheapest but more durable one.

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Mina Conan was a little bit of what some people called a Cat Lady.

Perhaps, at first, one wouldn't realize they were looking at a so-called Cat Lady. She rarely brought her cats outdoors- Tofu and Mochi were fatter and lazier than she was- and she hardly talked about them. Her clothing, especially her white Belstaff 'Milford' Coat, was speckless, much less dotted in cat fur. With her dyed silver bun (at times, she was self-conscious of looking like a grandmother until she realized that her favourite star had the same colour) and vibrant red glasses (gold wire glasses made her look completely like a grandma, no matter how cute she thought the hairstyle looked on her bias), she matched the embodiment of professional young potential rather than a shut-in with two, formerly three, fat cats.

But under the surface of her pristine illusion, she'd rather spend her free night at home rather than in Times Square, or spend her time working late in the office or spend her late nights collecting evidence. Outdoors, clubbing, drinking, parties... none of them were Mina's forte. She absolutely hated all of them.

If one were to call her a Cat-Lady, it wouldn't be a complete truth either. Rather than playing with cats, she spent the majority of her time cleaning their messes or petting them vigorously while thinking over a case. She knew nothing of knitting, nor did she want to put in the effort to knit sweaters for her cat. Tofu and Mochi were fat and warm enough. Unlike many cat owners, Mina left her several cups of coffee all over the table and her apartment. Her cats held no interest in anything but destruction and food. Except for coffee. Mina's cats hated coffee- especially the smell. Greetings from her cats mostly consisted of them sprinting forwards to her, seeing her coffee mug, and sprinting away to destroy Mina's home.

Which is why she was surprised to see three cats upon her greeting, having two run away (her former third cat, Brad, would run along with Tofu and Mochi, and she still wasn't used to his absence), and being left with a black kitten that seemed to come out of nowhere. At first, she thought it was Brad.

It was not Brad.

Brad was significantly fatter than this slim kitten, and Brad was the complete opposite. If her former cat was albino, this cat was a velvety fuzzy black colour with green eyeballs. Brad was the least destructive of her cats and was more interested in napping in the expensive cat beds that Mina purchased. This little kitten looked like the embodiment of absolute destruction and mess. Also, she was probably going to take over Mina's twin sized bed.

He or she? Mina set down her coffee and picked up the startled kitten. Okay, so the kitten was a he. Also, the kitten was cold. No, it wasn't shivering, but he was cold to the touch and rough to Mina's skin. She didn't feel his ribcage so the kitten had somehow stayed fed or ran away from home. After all, kittens don't magically appear in apartments. Mina didn't do anything to deserve him.

Also, she needed a name for him. And a collar. And a new cat bed. And he probably needed his needles. And she needed to buy kitty food.

All this seemed fairly easy except for the name. She set her coffee and work down, as she entered the kitchen, hugging the kitten to her chin. If anything, her thoughts about her new ball of fuzz were interrupted by angry meowing and the cat jumping out of her arms and scuttling around her legs. His claws were sharp, but after Mochi and Tofu, the scratching barely hurt. She hung her white jacket on a chair and looked at her notes.