Chocolate #9, Amaretto #20, Vinegar #17 + pocky chain
Story: The Blaze Mob Family
Title: Fight for the Throne
Prompts: Chocolate #9: resentment, Amaretto #20: primadonna, Vinegar #17: ages three and up + pocky chain
Rating: light PG13
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Edan Blaze, Princess
Summary: Goodbye 2010, hello 2011! This takes place a year after Firebird is Boss. I thought the best way to start off the year was with Firebird being bested. There isn’t a man alive that would dare cross Firebird more than once. Cats on the other hand...
“What is it?” Firebird asked with distaste.
Edan held up the large dirty mass of mud and hair for his sister’s inspection. “She’s a cat! I named her Princess. Please can we keep her, please?”
Firebird looked at the...thing. “Absolutely not.”
“Pleeeease, Firebird. Mama said we can’t keep her because she has allergies, but you can keep her for me, right? I love Princess.”
Edan loved Princess.
Shit.
Firebird sighed. “Alright.”
Firebird could have sworn she saw the cat’s big amber eyes narrow as it looked up into hers. It was obvious that Firebird was going to regret this. Soon.
- - - - - - - - - -
“What a beautiful lady,” the veterinarian cooed. Princess ate up the attention, rubbing against the older man’s hand and purring softly. Princess had indeed cleaned up well, she had a coat of silky white hair and a delicately formed body, but a pretty face was not enough to impress Firebird.
The vet picked up on Firebird’s impatience and turned to business. “This lady is quite lucky. Princess is about three years old. She’s got signs of being a stray for awhile now, but she’s remarkably healthy. She should be a member of your household for a long time yet.”
Pity.
- - - - - - - - - -
Firebird paused as she stepped into her home office. Edan’s cat was licking itself on her desk chair.
Firebird pulled the chair away from the desk and pointed to the door. “Off.”
She might as well have not existed for all the attention the feline paid her. Firebird wasn’t used to being so blatantly ignored. She didn’t like it.
“Get off.” Firebird reached towards the cat to help it along when the cat suddenly hissed and slashed at her.
Firebird jerked back with a curse, glaring at the four welts that lined her hand. “That was a big mistake, cat.”
- - - - - - - - - -
The cat was back in her chair again. Princess hissed at her as soon as it saw her, but Firebird didn’t hesitate this time. She reached for the feline and again the cat batted a paw at her hand. Firebird didn't so much as flinch, just grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and threw it on the floor.
Princess didn’t run away. She hissed at her again, the fur on her back rising menacingly. “You bite me, and I’ll file your teeth down next,” Firebird promised her.
- - - - - - - - - -
Paul paused when Firebird stomped into the kitchen, an enormous pistol in her hands. “Where is it?” she snapped.
“Why do you have a gun?” Paul asked.
“I can’t shoot that infernal thing without a gun.”
Paul sighed. “It’s just a chair.”
“It’s not a chair. It’s my chair!”
“You can’t kill Princess.”
“Just watch me.”
“Edan loves her.”
Firebird glared daggers at Paul, then slammed the gun onto the counter and stomped out of the kitchen.
Paul moved his newspaper and looked at the cat on his lap. “You’re so lucky, Princess.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Apparently, Firebird was going to have to lay down the law for Edan’s cat.
“Look, cat.” Firebird said through clenched teeth, “You may be the Princess, but I am the Queen. This is my chair. My office. My house. Don’t push me.”
The cat snorted at her, actually snorted at her, but it stood up and jumped off the chair.
Firebird basked in her hard-won triumph as she watched the feline stalk out of the office.
Then she looked back at her chair.
It was covered in long white strands of cat hair.
“I hate that cat!”
- - - - - - - - - -
“I hate it.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Paul said.
Firebird glared at Princess. She lapped delicately at her water bowl then rubbed up against Paul’s leg, purring loudly. Firebird glared at Paul as if he were a traitor.
“What?”
“Why does it like you so much?”
“You’re the only one she has a problem with.”
“Because I’m the alpha female here.”
“Because you refuse to compromise at all with her.”
Firebird scoffed. “I am the most powerful human being in this city. I will not compromise with a cat.”
Paul shrugged. “Then you two can keep on hating each other.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Firebird stood in the doorway of her office, glaring at the cat that she could plainly see sitting in her chair. She had done everything short of shooting it and it still was disobeying her. She couldn’t kill it, Edan would be heartbroken. Same went for driving out of town and making it lost again.
It was time to face facts. She wasn’t going to win this. But Firebird would be damned if she lost. The only option left was a draw. A compromise.
The mere thought of the word made her leave her office in disgust. She’d compromise later.
- - - - - - - - - -
“Look, cat.” Firebird said in a no-nonsense manner. “I am the Boss. I will sit in my chair.”
She picked the hissing cat up by its scruff then sat in the prized seat. “But, I have decided that you may sit here with me.” And she set it down on her lap.
Princess froze, obviously unsure of this new development. The cat looked up at Firebird, then ever so slowly lowered herself so she was sitting down. She looked up at Firebird again, expectant.
“Stop that,” Firebird snapped. “This is as good a compromise as I make.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Paul stopped when he entered Firebird’s office. “Did you kill Princess?” That had to be why she was letting her so close; she was gloating over the corpse.
Firebird looked down at the cat curled up on her lap, then poked it in the head. Princess blinked one amber eye open before yawning and going back to sleep.
“She compromised with me.” Firebird explained.
Paul did another double take. “You called Princess a ‘she’.”
“Were you unaware that Princess was a female’s name?”
Paul opened his mouth to explain himself then shut it again. Some things were better left alone.
Title: Fight for the Throne
Prompts: Chocolate #9: resentment, Amaretto #20: primadonna, Vinegar #17: ages three and up + pocky chain
Rating: light PG13
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Edan Blaze, Princess
Summary: Goodbye 2010, hello 2011! This takes place a year after Firebird is Boss. I thought the best way to start off the year was with Firebird being bested. There isn’t a man alive that would dare cross Firebird more than once. Cats on the other hand...
“What is it?” Firebird asked with distaste.
Edan held up the large dirty mass of mud and hair for his sister’s inspection. “She’s a cat! I named her Princess. Please can we keep her, please?”
Firebird looked at the...thing. “Absolutely not.”
“Pleeeease, Firebird. Mama said we can’t keep her because she has allergies, but you can keep her for me, right? I love Princess.”
Edan loved Princess.
Shit.
Firebird sighed. “Alright.”
Firebird could have sworn she saw the cat’s big amber eyes narrow as it looked up into hers. It was obvious that Firebird was going to regret this. Soon.
- - - - - - - - - -
“What a beautiful lady,” the veterinarian cooed. Princess ate up the attention, rubbing against the older man’s hand and purring softly. Princess had indeed cleaned up well, she had a coat of silky white hair and a delicately formed body, but a pretty face was not enough to impress Firebird.
The vet picked up on Firebird’s impatience and turned to business. “This lady is quite lucky. Princess is about three years old. She’s got signs of being a stray for awhile now, but she’s remarkably healthy. She should be a member of your household for a long time yet.”
Pity.
- - - - - - - - - -
Firebird paused as she stepped into her home office. Edan’s cat was licking itself on her desk chair.
Firebird pulled the chair away from the desk and pointed to the door. “Off.”
She might as well have not existed for all the attention the feline paid her. Firebird wasn’t used to being so blatantly ignored. She didn’t like it.
“Get off.” Firebird reached towards the cat to help it along when the cat suddenly hissed and slashed at her.
Firebird jerked back with a curse, glaring at the four welts that lined her hand. “That was a big mistake, cat.”
- - - - - - - - - -
The cat was back in her chair again. Princess hissed at her as soon as it saw her, but Firebird didn’t hesitate this time. She reached for the feline and again the cat batted a paw at her hand. Firebird didn't so much as flinch, just grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and threw it on the floor.
Princess didn’t run away. She hissed at her again, the fur on her back rising menacingly. “You bite me, and I’ll file your teeth down next,” Firebird promised her.
- - - - - - - - - -
Paul paused when Firebird stomped into the kitchen, an enormous pistol in her hands. “Where is it?” she snapped.
“Why do you have a gun?” Paul asked.
“I can’t shoot that infernal thing without a gun.”
Paul sighed. “It’s just a chair.”
“It’s not a chair. It’s my chair!”
“You can’t kill Princess.”
“Just watch me.”
“Edan loves her.”
Firebird glared daggers at Paul, then slammed the gun onto the counter and stomped out of the kitchen.
Paul moved his newspaper and looked at the cat on his lap. “You’re so lucky, Princess.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Apparently, Firebird was going to have to lay down the law for Edan’s cat.
“Look, cat.” Firebird said through clenched teeth, “You may be the Princess, but I am the Queen. This is my chair. My office. My house. Don’t push me.”
The cat snorted at her, actually snorted at her, but it stood up and jumped off the chair.
Firebird basked in her hard-won triumph as she watched the feline stalk out of the office.
Then she looked back at her chair.
It was covered in long white strands of cat hair.
“I hate that cat!”
- - - - - - - - - -
“I hate it.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Paul said.
Firebird glared at Princess. She lapped delicately at her water bowl then rubbed up against Paul’s leg, purring loudly. Firebird glared at Paul as if he were a traitor.
“What?”
“Why does it like you so much?”
“You’re the only one she has a problem with.”
“Because I’m the alpha female here.”
“Because you refuse to compromise at all with her.”
Firebird scoffed. “I am the most powerful human being in this city. I will not compromise with a cat.”
Paul shrugged. “Then you two can keep on hating each other.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Firebird stood in the doorway of her office, glaring at the cat that she could plainly see sitting in her chair. She had done everything short of shooting it and it still was disobeying her. She couldn’t kill it, Edan would be heartbroken. Same went for driving out of town and making it lost again.
It was time to face facts. She wasn’t going to win this. But Firebird would be damned if she lost. The only option left was a draw. A compromise.
The mere thought of the word made her leave her office in disgust. She’d compromise later.
- - - - - - - - - -
“Look, cat.” Firebird said in a no-nonsense manner. “I am the Boss. I will sit in my chair.”
She picked the hissing cat up by its scruff then sat in the prized seat. “But, I have decided that you may sit here with me.” And she set it down on her lap.
Princess froze, obviously unsure of this new development. The cat looked up at Firebird, then ever so slowly lowered herself so she was sitting down. She looked up at Firebird again, expectant.
“Stop that,” Firebird snapped. “This is as good a compromise as I make.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Paul stopped when he entered Firebird’s office. “Did you kill Princess?” That had to be why she was letting her so close; she was gloating over the corpse.
Firebird looked down at the cat curled up on her lap, then poked it in the head. Princess blinked one amber eye open before yawning and going back to sleep.
“She compromised with me.” Firebird explained.
Paul did another double take. “You called Princess a ‘she’.”
“Were you unaware that Princess was a female’s name?”
Paul opened his mouth to explain himself then shut it again. Some things were better left alone.