Hotsuma's kitty-cat tales: Hotsumas
Another small continuation to: Failproof? and Evil temptresses ...
The eight little tale already for Hotsuma's kitty-cat tales with our poor little darling ebing in the 'doghouse' ...
Disclaimer: I don't own Uraboku. This is just fan fiction.
Hotsumas
Tsukumo followed Shusei curiously. Just a minute ago the brown-haired boy had showed up at his classroom, requesting his help and leading him to the back of the school building. As they rounded the corner he spotted a large orange cat that was batting at sand grains with an unhappy scowl on its face. Immediately Tsukumo’s face lightened up with a smile. “Hey, Hotsuma,” he called out, giving the orange cat a small wave.
“Don’t ‘hey him’,” Shusei said, the used tone of his voice clearly indicating that the one year older boy was far from happy to have his into-a-cat-transformed partner at their school.
Tsukumo threw Hotsuma a sympathetic look. God’s Voice was obvious in the doghouse. “What can I help you with?” he directed his attention to Shusei. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Hotsuma mumbling something under his breath. Thanks to his God’s Ears he easily picked up on the some rather impolite uttered words. And so did Shusei apparently.
God’s Eyes turned to Hotsuma with a stern look in his eyes and his mouth set in a firm line. “Don’t you dare give me that, Hotsuma,” he told the orange cat with a strict voice. “You have nobody else to blame for this but yourself.”
Not agreeing with Shusei’s statement, Hotsuma released a few protesting meows.
“Right,” Shusei replied, voice dripping with sarcasm now. “As if I am blind. Do you really think I haven’t noticed the past weeks their attempts on becoming more to me than just co-workers off the student council? There are however polite ways to handle these situations. It’s called tact. Something you clearly are still missing. And speaking of missing qualities, next time try to be less notable. Your stealth leaves much to be desired.”
A stream of protesting meows rolled out of Hotsuma’s mouth.
“Of course I knew you were there. And so did they or why else do you think they were glancing around every few seconds, wearing an expression as if they were going to be murdered any second now?”
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Tsukumo popped another roasted nut in his mouth just as Toko rounded the corner. She glanced for a moment confused at Shusei and Hotsuma before she walked over to her brother and settled down next to him on the border of the grass field. “Are you translating for Shusei?” she asked Tsukumo who merely shook his head and let out a single ‘no’.
Toko looked back over to Shusei and his heated debate with Hotsuma. Hotsuma’s orange fur was standing up and he was bristling, giving as good as he got. It was pretty clear that the two were holding a true discussion despite one of them being a cat. “I don’t understand,” Toko spoke anew, turning her attention back to her brother, her eyebrows raised in a confused manner. “Can Shusei understand animals now too?”
“No,” Tsukumo replied casually. “He just speaks Hotsumas.”
The eight little tale already for Hotsuma's kitty-cat tales with our poor little darling ebing in the 'doghouse' ...
Disclaimer: I don't own Uraboku. This is just fan fiction.
Hotsumas
Tsukumo followed Shusei curiously. Just a minute ago the brown-haired boy had showed up at his classroom, requesting his help and leading him to the back of the school building. As they rounded the corner he spotted a large orange cat that was batting at sand grains with an unhappy scowl on its face. Immediately Tsukumo’s face lightened up with a smile. “Hey, Hotsuma,” he called out, giving the orange cat a small wave.
“Don’t ‘hey him’,” Shusei said, the used tone of his voice clearly indicating that the one year older boy was far from happy to have his into-a-cat-transformed partner at their school.
Tsukumo threw Hotsuma a sympathetic look. God’s Voice was obvious in the doghouse. “What can I help you with?” he directed his attention to Shusei. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Hotsuma mumbling something under his breath. Thanks to his God’s Ears he easily picked up on the some rather impolite uttered words. And so did Shusei apparently.
God’s Eyes turned to Hotsuma with a stern look in his eyes and his mouth set in a firm line. “Don’t you dare give me that, Hotsuma,” he told the orange cat with a strict voice. “You have nobody else to blame for this but yourself.”
Not agreeing with Shusei’s statement, Hotsuma released a few protesting meows.
“Right,” Shusei replied, voice dripping with sarcasm now. “As if I am blind. Do you really think I haven’t noticed the past weeks their attempts on becoming more to me than just co-workers off the student council? There are however polite ways to handle these situations. It’s called tact. Something you clearly are still missing. And speaking of missing qualities, next time try to be less notable. Your stealth leaves much to be desired.”
A stream of protesting meows rolled out of Hotsuma’s mouth.
“Of course I knew you were there. And so did they or why else do you think they were glancing around every few seconds, wearing an expression as if they were going to be murdered any second now?”
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Tsukumo popped another roasted nut in his mouth just as Toko rounded the corner. She glanced for a moment confused at Shusei and Hotsuma before she walked over to her brother and settled down next to him on the border of the grass field. “Are you translating for Shusei?” she asked Tsukumo who merely shook his head and let out a single ‘no’.
Toko looked back over to Shusei and his heated debate with Hotsuma. Hotsuma’s orange fur was standing up and he was bristling, giving as good as he got. It was pretty clear that the two were holding a true discussion despite one of them being a cat. “I don’t understand,” Toko spoke anew, turning her attention back to her brother, her eyebrows raised in a confused manner. “Can Shusei understand animals now too?”
“No,” Tsukumo replied casually. “He just speaks Hotsumas.”