MonoShin - Something About the Rich

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Firstly, to clear everything up, Monoma was rich. Incredibly rich. He lived in a mansion with more rooms than he could count on his fingers. He had five garages all filled with his favorite cars. He had maids, servants, a personal chef, and many other people waiting on him hand and foot throughout the day.

How did he get all this wealth? Well, he ran a multibillion dollar company. The top dog. The CEO, not some scummy shareholder, no, he put in the work to keep his company where it was.

This meant he had connections and friends all over the globe. Friends with stuff he didn't have, but could easily get once he heard of it. He had much more wealth than them, firstly, so why should they get to gloat about some new pair of shoes or a new million dollar painting they picked up at an auction when Monoma could have the same? He did have the same by the time they said such words. He wouldn't let anyone look down on him.

There was one thing he refused to get, though. The absolute bane of his existence: hybrids. They were exotic creatures made for the rich to spoil and pamper. Monoma didn't want a hybrid, didn't have the time for some fur-shedding animal in his home, so he lied and said he kept one. A plain cat which had been with him since childhood.

Well, that little lie ended up kicking him in the ass and now some of his friends with hybrids wanted all their pets to get together for a little playdate. Yeah, not ideal for Monoma, but he had no choice but to agree. The date was set for three months out with everyones busy schedules and travel plans, so thankfully Monoma had enough time to set a plan in motion and get himself a temporary hybrid.

So he drove to off to the local rescue where they kept older hybrids. Pulling up into the driveway, Monoma stepped out of his car, sunglasses on in his most casual suit, ready to sign some papers and take a pet home.

"Showtime," he said, grinning and walking into the rescue with confidence.

There were a couple people at the counter so Monoma walked straight up to them."Hello lovely ladies," he greeted, pulling his sunglasses off."I'm looking to adopt a hybrid, and I heard this was the place just for that."

They looked a bit shocked by his suddenness but cooled easily."I'm happy to hear that!" the young women on the right smiled at him, somewhat awestruck.

"Truly," the older women next to her nodded."It's not often we get people willing to take on older hybrids. They usually like to adopt them when they're young."

"Yes, well..." And here's where it started."I've never really thought about adopting a hybrid, but I've heard so much about them being abandoned and ditched on the streets when they're older, that I just couldn't calm down. And so, here I am."

"Here you are," the old women nodded, small and understanding smile on her face.

"So, what kind of hybrid are you looking for?" the younger women asked, getting excited."We have a wide variety here, so do you have any preferences?"

"Ah, well..." Monoma pretended like he was thinking."With the kind of lifestyle I live and space I have, I was thinking of getting a house cat."

"A cat, huh?" She jumped up and out of her chair, coming around the counter."We have plenty of cat hybrids here to choose from." She turned to the older women still at the counter."I'm going to take him into the back."

"Yeah, go ahead." The older women waved her off."This is your thing. Just make sure to not overwhelm him too much."

"Yes!" The women smiled back, leading Monoma into the back."A cat, huh? Any age group in particular?"

"If you have any around my age..."

"Ah, so you can get along with them better, right?" She smiled back at him, leading him further down."I get it. A lot of older hybrids tend to not take their owners seriously when they're younger. It's quite funny how the treat me. It's like I'm a little kid to them."