Prompt 239, Cat, "Resonsibility"
Title: Resposibility
Author: catlin_hunter
Series: Brotherhood
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Characters: Zolf Kimblee, Madame Christmas
Summary: They were his responsibility, and he wasn't going to leave them behind.
Warnings: Mention of animal abuse. Slight AU.
A/N: Not beta'd, so any spelling/grammar/homophone errors are all mine. This wanted to be way longer; hopefully it still works at this wordcount. Set in the same timeline as 'Nature of the Beast'; this is set three years earlier than that story. Stand-alone.
"Because they're MY responsibility, that's why! Father said so!" little six-year-old Zolf J. Kimblee (who would be ALMOST seven in a few months, thank you very much) told the woman standing in front of him. Intellectually he knew she was his mother (though she insisted he call her Madame), but he saw her sporadically over the few years he'd been alive; her outside job was one of the reasons he didn't live with her. But that was okay, his father and uncle both had jobs that took them away for long periods, too. Jobs that involved explosions, and killing, though he really wasn't supposed to know about the latter.
But something had gone wrong on their last job, though no-one told Zolf that directly. He didn't have the details; he knew only that they'd been caught by the wrong people, and likely wouldn't be back for years. So his mother, whom he hadn't seen for almost a year now, had come to take him to her place. Minus his two cats and one dog. Zolf refused to leave them behind, and was arguing the point with her. He'd chased off the bullies who thought tying tin cans on cat tails was funny (he never told father about the bit of explosive alchemy he picked up from him); the dog was a starving stray.
Madame huffed on her cigarette, then left. And returned with two cat carriers and a gruff "Leash your dog; all three are still your responsibility."
Author: catlin_hunter
Series: Brotherhood
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Characters: Zolf Kimblee, Madame Christmas
Summary: They were his responsibility, and he wasn't going to leave them behind.
Warnings: Mention of animal abuse. Slight AU.
A/N: Not beta'd, so any spelling/grammar/homophone errors are all mine. This wanted to be way longer; hopefully it still works at this wordcount. Set in the same timeline as 'Nature of the Beast'; this is set three years earlier than that story. Stand-alone.
"Because they're MY responsibility, that's why! Father said so!" little six-year-old Zolf J. Kimblee (who would be ALMOST seven in a few months, thank you very much) told the woman standing in front of him. Intellectually he knew she was his mother (though she insisted he call her Madame), but he saw her sporadically over the few years he'd been alive; her outside job was one of the reasons he didn't live with her. But that was okay, his father and uncle both had jobs that took them away for long periods, too. Jobs that involved explosions, and killing, though he really wasn't supposed to know about the latter.
But something had gone wrong on their last job, though no-one told Zolf that directly. He didn't have the details; he knew only that they'd been caught by the wrong people, and likely wouldn't be back for years. So his mother, whom he hadn't seen for almost a year now, had come to take him to her place. Minus his two cats and one dog. Zolf refused to leave them behind, and was arguing the point with her. He'd chased off the bullies who thought tying tin cans on cat tails was funny (he never told father about the bit of explosive alchemy he picked up from him); the dog was a starving stray.
Madame huffed on her cigarette, then left. And returned with two cat carriers and a gruff "Leash your dog; all three are still your responsibility."