Minna

Chapter 16

~ In which punches get thrown

"Minna!" Minna opened his eyes to see Ms. King whispering angrily at him. Her hands were on her hips as she glared down at him. What was this? He was sitting up and his back hurt like crazy. He was... on the couch? Ohhhh, they fell asleep on the couch.

     They? Yeah. Patch was asleep still, her head on his lap. Minna smiled lovingly and patted her head. She stayed asleep and only mumbled softly. Huh? Why was her shirt all bunched up? Minna's eyes scanned her body. Holy... Her shirt had shifted upwards and her underwear and stomach could be seen. 

     He blushed and looked up quickly to face the furious Ms. King. "I-I, I'm so sorry! It isn't what it looks like! We, we didn't do anything!" His face flushed even more as he spoke, understanding exactly how bad this looked. He was in so much trouble.

     "Save it for another time!" Ms. King snapped. "My grandson will be here any second! Go to your rooms right now and-" She was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Quick! Go!"

     Minna attempted to get up Patch. He shook her awake. "Come one Patch! We have to hurry!" He whispered fervently. She only just looked at him blankly. "Patch! Her grandson is here!" Realization hit Patch... Softly. She simply sat up and yawned widely.

     Minna stood up and pulled Patch up with him. By this time they could hear the door being opened. Come one Patch, come on!

     "Hi Grandma! What took you so long? Not getting old, are you?" Came the joking voice of a teenage boy. This couldn't be good!

     Even worse, at this point the sleep drugged Patch started walking towards the hall. Minna only just registered in his mind what she was doing when she stepped out. Silence ensued and Minna knew that they saw her. He could see through the entrance of the living room that Patch had looked over to where they were. That's when the sleepy realization hit her again.

     "Mickey!" She actually meowed, walking towards them. It was Mick! She threw herself at him and gave him a big hug.  Mick stared down in awe.

     "Patch!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

     "Patch!" Minna called as he came into the hallway. "You know him?" Ooh. Bad time Minna. Mick's grip on her tightened as Minna came closer, and Mick glared at him. He put Patch behind him and confronted Minna.

     "You." He spat. Then Mick punched Minna in the stomach.

     The next thing Patch knew, Minna, not as breathless as she had expected, pulled down Mick to hit him in the chest. Mick took Minna into a choke hold from behind, ready to slam him to the floor, but Minna twisted left and over to escape.

      "What's your problem!?" Minna shouted at Mick. Ms. King held Mick back by the arms. Women can be so strong sometimes. Patch had gone in between them to prevent anymore fighting. Seriously, they had already knocked down a picture of a penguin. It was a really cute penguin too.

     "You made her cry!" Mick yelled back. Minna staggered back in surprise. Her? He meant... Patch? When? Mick took the opportunity to jerk away from Ms. King and smash his fist against Minna's jaw. Patch was too busy looking at the penguin picture to notice at the time.

     When she heard a thump and turned to see Minna on the floor with a hand to his face she asked, "Are you okay?"

     "I'm fine." Minna replied, sounding in pain..

     They heard another thump and turned back to see Ms. King slumping against the door post. "I'm too old for this. Let's talk in the kitchen, mhmm?"