Beta: Do I have to admit defeat every time?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC's and the plot.

Warning: ... I don't remember that but watch out for bad language if there's anything in this chapter ...

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" … It never was easy, you know. All the pain; guilt … all the hateful glares followed by nasty words behind my back. No, it was by no means easy to pretend that one didn't care, that one didn't get hurt by those words; that one didn't shrink under those glares.

But you know what? God created me for a reason. He placed me on this planet to find my own path to walk. I believe in destiny, in fate. I believe that yes, my future is already laid out for me, but it is not only one future. There's several to choose between, but the one you get, depends on the actions you take and the decisions you make.

And remember, no one, no matter what anyone tells you, can decide your fate. They can have an influence on your actions, but in the end it's your choices which you make that will decide which future you will get."

Glaring at the screen with a small scowl on my face, I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes. It had begun beautifully but then, somewhere down the road, it all got so … cheesy. This evil thing known as writer's block was killing me, literally. The ideas inside my head was screaming to be written down but the inspiration weren't with me. It was like my vocabulary had suddenly shrunken to minimalistic sizes and damn, it was starting to get to me.

When my father suddenly knocked on the door, I jumped in the chair. I hadn't heard him coming up the stairs and that itself, spoke of the seriousness of my problem with this evil writer's block.

"Mia, honey, are you awake?" came my father's deep voice.

"Yeah … just woke up." I answered, the lie not bothering me the least.

"M'kay. Supper's ready." My father said and then moved away from the door and down the stairs.

I sighed once more. Pushing back the office chair I stood up and walked over to the mirror hanging on my wall. The sight that met me, made me cringe in horror. I looked absolutely horrible. The bags under my eyes was getting darker from my lack of sleep, my skin had an unhealthy yellow-ish color and my normally bright red hair, was dull and boring.

I really needed to see a doctor soon. My health was failing and my stress levels was reaching new heights. Pulling my hair back into a messy ponytail, I hurried out into the bathroom right beside the stairs and splashed water in my face. Drying my face with one of my father's neon green towels, he loved to buy; I walked down the stairs and into my kitchen. My father and two older brothers, the twins Daniel and Cameron, was already sitting at the table and eating Spaghetti Bolognese.

Of course, they didn't wait for me …

Walking over and sitting down beside my father across from Cameron I filled my own plate with the delicious food. My father was currently telling my brothers about some promotion at work and the chances to work overseas. Cameron, ever the daddy's boy, listened intently, nodded from time to time and asked questions. I knew he would die for a chance to work at my father's company but since he was still in college and had two years left, he couldn't really get a job there.

I didn't listen and neither did Daniel. I was absently floating about in my mind while eating my food. Daniel seemed to do something akin to what I was doing but knowing him and his obsessions, the things he thought of was far from reality and closer to one of those lame comic books he liked to read.

"Mia?"

The calling of my name brought me back to reality with a mighty push and I looked at my father without bother hiding my confusion. He sighed when he understood that I'd head zero of what he had just been telling my brothers. Daniel seemed to expect me to blow up at any moment, and behind his glasses, Cameron was looking at me like I was the dirt beneath the shoe.

"What did you say? I wasn't listening." I said with my mouth full of food and swallowed.

"Clearly not …" Cameron muttered quietly and I glared at him.

However, before I had a chance to defend myself and possibly insult him, my father faked a cough to gain my attention.

"What?"

"I was telling you that I have to leave for a couple of weeks, possibly more because of work. I leave in a week and was asking you if you would like to come with me or stay here?"

"You're leaving?" I repeated and ate a little more. "Where too?"

"Norway." My father answered.

I stopped and looked up at him, mouth hanging open as if I was some kind of fish.

"You will leave in one week to Norway, which is by the way on the other side of the planet, and you are actually asking me if I would like to come?" I slowly asked.

He nodded.

"Of course not." I exclaimed with horror in my voice.

It's not that I don't like Norway, I'm half Norwegian myself, but first of all, I couldn't speak the language at all. I would have to leave my home, my friends and even school. I would have to learn another language while trying to adapt to the freezing winter that happened to terrorize the country right now.

"I'm staying here. I'm sixteen, I can look after myself. Besides I've been home alone before, remember? And I was thirteen back then and that was for two months and the house was still standing when you came back." I reminded him.

"But your cat was dead and so was all the plants. The yard looked like a jungle and don't make me remind you of the pond …" Cameron cut in and I gave him my best death glare and then directed my death glare to Daniel when he shuddered at the thought of what is called "The Pond Incident".

"I've told you over and over again that Mr. Bean's death was not my fault." I snarled and pouted when my father clicked his tongue.

"Are you sure you can be alone?" my father asked and looked dubiously at me. "It could be for only three weeks, but it could also be for six months or more." He added.

I sighed.

"I will be fine. I can invite Makayla over if that will calm you down." I said and rolled my eyes at Cameron and Daniels identical horrified looks. "Would you stop that? She's not that bad." I defended my friend.

"She tried to knock me out once by drugging my cola so she could kidnap me and force me to marry her." Daniel exclaimed with a haunted look in his eyes. "She even told me she has a vibrator she liked to pretend was me." He added, as his face turned into a sickly green color.

"Not to mention she once asked me if I could make out with her while pretending to be Daniel." Cameron added as his cheeks turned red.

"Oi, I'm trying to eat here." I exclaimed glaring at them. "And she just has a minor crush on Daniel, that's all. No need to make it sound like she's a lunatic." I added with a light snarl.

The twins looked at each other and then at me.

"She is a lunatic." They chorused and then returned to eating.

"Ahem …" came my father's voice. "If you have any problems at all I will expect you to come live with me in Norway. I will get your brothers to check up on you once in a while."

Daniel and Cameron looked possible sick to the fact that first, my father hadn't declined my suggestion about Makayla and second of all, that they would have to be near her. I rolled my eyes. They made her sound like a lunatic and that was plainly overreacting.

We finished dinner and then cleaned the table together. When all was done, I hurried up the stairs to my room before any of them could ask me anything or demand my presence to one of those hideous family nights my father forced us to do once in a while.

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The week quickly came and went. The twins returned to college two days after my father's announcement and my father worked a lot, many nights overtime too. I went to school and when the school finished I would either return to my house or hang out with Makayla at her place.

Makayla lived at her own place due to having some asses as parents. I knew that her family relations was difficult after her sister passed away three years ago and the arguments she often got into with her parents and other siblings and relatives but she always brushed it off as nothing important, refusing to lean on me or anyone else for support.

"I call upon your attention." Makayla cooed and pulled my hair.

"What?" I asked and glared at her, when she swatted my hand away and once again pulled on my hair. "Stop that."

"Then stop spacing out like that." Makayla snorted and sipped at her tea. "What are you thinking about?" she added and tilted her head curiously.

"Nothing." I quickly brushed her off.

Makayla raised an elegant eyebrow and looked at me as if I was an idiot for thinking I could brush her off that easily. I sighed and sipped at my own tea.

"It's just because my father is leaving for Norway tomorrow morning because of work." I told her and Makayla's eyebrows met her hairline.

"Not you?" she asked and I shook my head.

"No, I'll stay here. Daniel and Cameron will check up on me from time to time. It's just, you know, I don't know how long he'll stay there. What if it'll be permanent?" I asked. "Then I would have to move to Norway."

"That won't happen, you know. I'm not letting you go to the other side of the planet without war." Makayla snorted and rolled her eyes.

"I know you won't." I smiled and swatted her hand away when she tried to punch me on my arm. "Stop that."

Makayla ignored me and tried to punch me again. I rolled my eyes, mimicking what she had done minutes before. She always managed to make my mood better when I was down one way or the other.

"Will Daniel be there too? Or will I have to do without my cute little nerd?" Makayla asked and apparently the thought of my brother being absent while she was around not good.

"Cameron and Daniel won't be there much. They will come and check up every few month if my father is gone that long." I told her and mentally sent an apology to Daniel for all the trouble coming his way in the near future.

I still didn't believe Makayla to be as crazy as the twins insisted she was. However, I did know my best friend's obsession with my older brother was beginning to get out of hand and until I figured out how to cure for it, Daniel would have to live with being her medicine for now.

"Really? I guess I need to charge the battery on my camera so I could possible see if I could get some sexiness up on my wall." Makayla laughed and wiggled her eyebrows up and down like some kind of villain in a black and white movie.

"Aw, come one, Makayla, it's my brother we're talking about." I whined and faked a couple of vomiting sounds.

I really didn't need to think of my brother as anything but that, and the mental images Makayla kind of forced me to see, wasn't something I wanted to see. Neither did I want to think about Cameron like that. Makayla laughed at me but I was quite serious actually.

"You're such a drama queen." She teased and punched me lightly in the arm.

"And you're such a pervert." I retorted, still a little scarred about the mental image she had forced into my head.

"And I'm proud of it." She laughed and crossed her arms. "There's a reason why my biggest idol is Jiraya-sama." She added and wiggled her eyebrows again.

Oh, that's right. Makayla's obsession with my brother kind of made her read the same stuff he did and watch the same nerd shows as he did. When she had first announced her intentions to start reading manga and watch anime, I figured she would eventually stop it but no, she actually kept reading and watching it. She had told me all about her favorite manga and anime because her idol – yep, he's fictional – belonged in one of those books.

"Okay …" I deadpanned and decided not to ask into anything.

I didn't have all night to listen to her ranting about some fictional super pervert.

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Two days before my father had to leave for Norway, I had been out grocery shopping and on my way home I saw a rather large card box halfway between some dumpsters in an alley. Staring at the box I looked around to see if anyone was around before looking back again.

The card box was moving …

It was very subtle but there were no mistaking it, the box was indeed moving. Warily stepping into the alley an making my way to the offending box, I kept staring. I didn't like this. Boxes wasn't supposed to move by itself.

Of course I knew what would be inside of it, I just didn't want to think about it. The world was a cruel place already, I didn't need to see more of the cruelty humanity could be possible of. When right beside the box, I sighed deeply and bowed down to gently pick up the box and as careful as I could, made my way back home. I did my best as to not make the box wobble to much so the fuzziness inside wouldn't tumble around.

Thankfully I didn't come across any other moving boxes.

"Dad, I'm home." I called out when I walked inside the house and pushed the door closed with my foot.

I could hear his muffled reply from somewhere inside the house but I guessed he was in his bedroom or in his home office. Walking into the living room, I placed the card box on the coffee table and the groceries beside me on the couch. I reached out and with a sigh and a curse, I opened the box.

Nine oddly colored kitties whipped their head around and looked up at me with what I best can describe as a kitty glare. For a bunch of kitties the glare was pretty impressive.

"I had so hoped there wouldn't be any animals inside." I said aloud and reached out to grab the closest one, which just so happened to be the biggest one with bluish fur.

I placed the oddly colored cat in my lap and stroke it. At first, it seemed reluctant to give in to my touch but then grudgingly it gave in and began purring like a Ferrari.

"Mia, do you know wh-" my father began as he descended down the stairs but stopped when he saw the box and the kitten in my lap.

He placed a hand over his mouth and his eyes grew big and he even managed some fake tears to sum up his the-world-is-so-cruel look.

"Oh my, are those kittens? Did you find them? Oh my, they are such oddly colored. Do you think they were abused before being thrown out?"

"Dad, breathe. And don't come to close," I warned him and held a hand up to stop him coming all the way over to the kittens. "I know they are adorable but you're allergic to them." I reminded him and he sullenly complied and stopped.

"Where did you find them?" he asked and I shrugged.

"In an alley and half hidden between some dumpsters." I answered and looked up at my father to see the horrified look on his face.

"Oh my, that's horrible. Mia, honey, please tell me you are going to keep them?" my father said and looked down at the boxful of kitties.

"Uh, dad, you can count, right? You are aware of how many kittens are here, right?" I asked him slowly.

He nodded and gave me a blinding smile.

"Eight little fuzzy kittens." He said and picked up a golden colored one with amazingly blue eyes and a bang covering its left eye.

I had never seen a cat with a bang but then again, these kittens defiantly didn't seem normal or even remotely close to the term.

"Then you wouldn't have to be alone, right, honey?" my father reminded me and scratched the little golden kitten under its chin, making it purr like a motor.

"But didn't Cameron remind you about Mr. Bean?" I snorted and rolled my eyes.

My father didn't answer right away, he only stared at me for what seemed like eternity before finally sighing. He placed the kitten down on the floor and then one by one he lifted the rest of the kittens out of the box, making them run for it instantly. I held onto the big blue kitten, forcing it to endure my affection and with what could only be described as a kitty-sigh, it stayed on my lap.

"Honey, I know that the circumstances regarding Mr. Bean's death is rather mysterious but you are no longer thirteen." My father said seriously. "I hope my trust in you will not be ill-placed." He added.

I rolled my eyes. Damn, the old man really knew how to guilt-trip me for something I hadn't even done yet.

"But these guys … they will be mine, right?" I asked him and he nodded. "So I can teach them to be evil geniuses towards Daniel and Cameron?" I asked hopefully and noticed the kitten in my lap making a snorting sound.

"No. No teaching your cats to be evil creatures." My father said sternly and I pouted.

I was never allowed any fun …

"M'kay, dad, as you wish." I said gloomily and scratched the giant blue creature on my lap behind his ear.

"Well, I'm off now that we've settled things here. I can feel the allergic reaction coming." My father said, sniffing a little before turning around and hurrying up the stairs again.

"I told you to keep your distance." I called after him which only got me some muffled curses in return and a loud meowing somewhere in the house too.

I snickered evilly and decided to search for Mr. Bean's old litter box which I was sure was somewhere in the house. Placing the blue giant beside me, I stood and stretched a little before walking towards the stairs, humming as I made my way up at the third floor. By the time I reached the door leading to the attic five kittens had gathered around my feet, the big blue one being one of them. I looked down at the five kittens and noticed a silver colored one with fuchsia colored eyes hissing at black kitten with a the faintest orange colored swirl pattern in its face. The silver one seemed highly aggressive and I furrowed my brows as I crouched down and immediately got the attention of the five little fuzzy animals.

"Hey, you little bully, would you stop being so mean?" I scolded the feline, which gave me an angry look and then proceeded to hiss at me. "I wonder what gender you are." I muttered thoughtfully and quickly grabbed the silver one, nimbly avoiding the sharp kitty claws.

The kitten kept hissing and tried to free itself from my grasp but to no avail. Checking, I concluded it was a male and although it cost me a couple of tiny wounds, I managed to calm the little fellow down when I scratched him under his chin.

"You truly are a beautiful little one, aren't you?" I told him and smiled. "I bet you're quite the popular fellow amongst the lady cats, huh?"

Placing the kitten down I decided to check the rest of the kittens when I had found Mr. Bean's old litter box so there would be no accidents inside the house. Opening the door and making my way up the stairs, I told myself to breathe and relax. There was no monsters hiding in the attic. No monsters. Only dust, spiders and maybe a mouse or two but what was it. No crazy maniacs lurking in the corners, waiting for me to turn my back on them so they could slaughter me with an axe.

I blame Daniel and Cameron on my fear of crazy axe-murderers.

Breathe hitching in my throat when I thought I heard something move in that far corner right in front of me, I quickly made my way to where I knew most of Mr. Bean's old stuff was huddled together and went through it, glancing over my shoulder and listening after sounds from time to time. When I finally found the damn thing, I dashed to the stairs and almost tripped over the kittens in my hurry to get down from the attic.

I really, really hated the damn attic.

Breathing out a sigh of relief I almost fainted out of pure relief that I wouldn't have to stay another second up there. I could hear the muffled yell of my father but decided that he could wait until my wobbly legs was no longer trying to collapse under me. If it was important, I knew he would come find me.

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Later that day both Daniel and Cameron returned home. My father had been nice enough to go out and buy everything I would need for my cats and more. Right now, I was trying to make the giant scratching post my father had bought. It was gigantic and even I couldn't reach the highest spot on it even when I stood straight with arms above my head. I wasn't that tall to begin with but I wasn't that small. The kittens had each a bowl and there was three bowls filled with water. The food was premium, the best of the best and they had gotten toys, collars and whatever not.

The only reason why my father could afford something like that was because he was kind of rich. Not a billionaire or even close to but he defiantly earned more than six well-paid families would earn in a year.

"Wait." Cameron exclaimed when he saw three of the eight kittens watching me while I was trying to build that scratching thing.

I looked up to see his eyes almost popping out of his face and sent a smile his way. Daniel was standing beside him, imitating his twin brother's expression but with his mouth hanging up too.

"What?" I asked and looked at the two of them.

"Dad let you have three cats?" Cameron asked with an I-don't-believe-this-tone.

"Eight." I answered.

"What?" Cameron asked and furrowed his eyes in a confused kind of way.

"He actually let me have eight cats. The other five is somewhere in the house doing kitty stuff." I smirked and laughed at my brothers expressions.

"Eight?" Daniel repeated and as if that had been what they had been waiting for, suddenly the rest of the kitties came bouncing down the stairs as if Satan himself was hot at their heels.

They stopped the second they saw the twins. Daniel and Cameron was staring at the kittens and I could practically see the wheels turning in their heads. Then Daniel raised a finger towards the blue kitten and with a serious expression, he looked over at me.

"Little sister, let's name that one Kisame." Daniel said, his face completely serious.

I deadpanned and noticed absently the kittens stiffening on the spot but decided to ignore it.

"I am not naming my cats after some fictional characters in one of your nerd books." I said.

"But it's blue. And it's biggest of them all." Daniel whined. "Please. It would be so cool."

"No."

Daniel pouted but he quickly overcame it and instead tried to coerce the blue kitten over to him so he could bestow his affection upon the feline creature. The blue kitten didn't seem impressed by any of his high-pitched attempts to make it come to him.

"What did you name them?" Daniel asked and finally gave up trying to make the kitten come to him.

"Nothing. They are all males. I checked them earlier but haven't found any names yet." I shrugged and absently petted the black one with the swirl pattern in its face.

"All of them are males?" Cameron repeated and sent the kittens a displeased look.

"Yes." I said and looked up at him. "Why?"

"Aren't you going to get them neutered then?" Cameron asked and I saw all of them stiffen this time for sure. "Just so there will be no accidents inside or to prevent them from fighting each other."

"I have been thinking about it, but it won't happen in the near future. They are still just babies." I said and returned to my task beforehand, which proved not to be as easy as I had originally thought it would be.

"You aren't that much of a handy man, are you little sister?" Daniel snickered and I glared at him.

When thirty more minutes had passed with no progress whatsoever, Daniel finally had enough pity to try to help me out. What I had spent almost three hours to try to make, took Daniel mere twenty minutes but when it was finally finished, it was pretty impressive.

"It wasn't that hard, was it now?" Daniel snickered and I stuck my tongue out at him which only made him laugh.

"I hate you." I deadpanned and even Cameron managed to let a small smile cross his normally stiff features. Only when Cameron smiled could I see the handsomeness in both twins. I knew that Daniel was quite popular among the females of my generation and even a couple of the females of the older generation was unable to resist his face and body, but as far as I knew, even though Cameron had a couple of stubborn fan-girls, he didn't have nearly as many as Daniel.

Secretly, Cameron was quite satisfied with that. They were twins but they were as different as day and night. They looked alike with their dark brown hair, honey colored eyes and in general aristocratic features but whereas Daniel liked comic books and pulling pranks, Cameron loved old English literature and calmness. Their personalities was completely different and as such they were only twins in the form of appearance.

"What are you going to name them?" Cameron asked and eyed the kittens warily when they neared him to sniff at him. "They seem awfully intelligent." He added and looked over at me.

"Yeah, I noticed. I'm not sure exactly how intelligent they are but they are above the average of an animal." I agreed and the kittens all looked up at me. "Sometimes they even seem human."

"It's like some of those fanfictions I read on the internet with Akatsuki coming to our world in the form of fluffy little animals. It's kind of cool." Daniel said and pointed at the blue one. "That one would naturally be Kisame and so the smaller coal black one would be Itachi and they would partners." Daniel added and so he began to point out each of the kittens and who they would represent and who they would be partnered with. Oddly enough, the thing with the pairings, seemed to make sense. I had noticed my cats to be a little asocial except with one or two of the other kittens.

"And that one," Daniel said and pointed to the black one with the swirl pattern, "Would be Obito, better known as both Madara and Tobi. He would normally pair up with no one but after Sasori's death he decided to enter the game. He was first partnered with Zetsu who actually did nothing but use him and the true Madara in an attempt to free Princess Kaguya, the first human to ever have chakra. After Sasori was killed by Sakura he made up the Tobi-persona and was partnered with Deidara until Deidara's death."

The kittens, especially the black one with the swirl pattern, had all turned rigid. The other black one looked shocked in some way and the blonde one had its hackles raised. Six kittens was eyeing the bi-colored one and the black one with the swirl pattern warily, while the two black sheep's was eying each other and the rest of the kittens warily.

"So this one was look like someone called Tobi?" I asked and picked up the black one with the swirl pattern.

Daniel nodded and I scratched the little thing behind its ear and it reluctantly started to purr.

"I like that name." I said and smiled down at the kitten. "I think I'll name him Tobi." I added and hugged the little fluffy animal close.

"Awesome." Daniel exclaimed. "Now let's name that one Kisame." He said and pointed to the blue kitten.

"No. I'm not naming him Kisame. I only named this little one Tobi because it's a name so close to the English language it isn't hard for me to pronounce."

Looking over at the rest of the kittens I figured I needed to name them sooner or later, so I might as well get it over with. Now, it's not because I don't like naming animals but I was so bad to name living things, Makayla had actually forbid me to name any of her children or even come with name suggestions. She even went so far as to try to make me promise her I would go over all of my own future-children's names with her before settling on one. I hated to admit it, but it was true so I really did promise her.

Sitting down on the floor, the silver, the blue and Tobi hurried over to me although the silver and blue kittens joined forces and chased off Tobi. I pitied the little guy. Picking up the silver one I thought to be gorgeous, I smiled at the sour look in its fuchsia colored eyes.

"I think I'll name this little one Gorgeous. He's quite the handsome fella, don't you think?" I asked my brothers but knew they wouldn't answer me.

They had lost interest in me and the kittens so they were now discussing something about school. I didn't envy them.

"And you, little monster, will be named Blue." I told the blue kitten.

It was so painfully obvious I wondered if I should have called Makayla so she could help me out but knowing her, she would agree with my brother and fore me into naming them after the characters in those books they were both reading. I knew it was because she wanted an excuse to name one of them Kakuzu, a character in those nerd books she had a fan-girl crush on.

"You," I said and pointed to the pitch black one which was always silent. "I will call you Kieran."

Satisfied with the names I had come up with so far I looked around and decided the name the brown male kitten, the one with all the stitch patterns across its body. And I had the perfect name for it.

"I will name you Scarface, little one." I cooed and reached down to scratch the little thing but it avoided my affection.

Eyeing the kitten, I shrugged after a couple of moments. It wasn't my problem if the little monster didn't want my love right now. I knew he would give in to me at some point or another; I just had to give him time.

"Alright, next one." I exclaimed and my eyes settled on the reddish one with brown eyes. "You will be Darth Maul. You're red like him." I winked at the kitten who regarded me with a who-the-fuck-do-you-think-you-are look.

"Little sister, what are you doing?" Daniel asked and as he hovered over me and looked down at the kittens gathered in a semi-circle in front of me.

"I'm naming them." I answered and laid my head back to look up at my brother.

"Oh God no. What cruel names have you come up with so far?" Cameron asked and I glared at him.

My brothers, my father and most of my family seemed to think the same way as Makayla.

"That one is Tobi. Then there is Gorgeous, Blue, Kieran, Scarface and that one is Darth Maul. I haven't found any names for those two." I said and pointed at the blonde kitten and the black and white kitten.

"Darth Maul?" Daniel repeated with a not so impressed look.

"Yes. What's wrong with that?" I asked and scratched Blue.

I just loved the big blue feline. He was such a cutie and he seemed to be much more willing to accept my affection than most of the others. However, it was understandable. I wouldn't be too willing to trust anyone myself if someone had forced me into a card box and thrown me out like I was garbage.

"Isn't that animal cruelty?" Daniel asked me.

"Not as much as naming a kitten Kisame." I retorted and snatched the blonde one up from the floor.

"Mia, you have no imagination when it comes to naming another living being." Cameron said. "I would much rather have Daniel or even your insane best friend Makayla naming them than you."

"That was mean." I sniffed and hugged the little blonde kitten close to me. "You are so mean, Cameron." I added with big wet puppy eyes.

"No. I was merely telling the truth." Cameron deadpanned and I glared at him.

"Whatever. This one will be Spike." I proclaimed and held the little blonde kitten up the same way Rafiki did with Simba.

"Spike? What is wrong with you?" Daniel exclaimed exasperated and I laughed evilly.

"Then wait for the last name. I got something special for this little fella." I said and pointed at the black and white kitten. "He will from this day onwards be known as Darth Skudakumoochoowte, Darth Moo for short."

My brothers gave me these looks, the ones where you are sure they will drop dead because of all the idiocy surrounding them. I chuckled and stuck my tongue out at them. Really, the last name hadn't been one I had actually thought about using, but because of my brothers indecency of calling me unable to give my animals fitting names, I decided to use it anyway, adding a Darth so his nickname would be Darth Moo.

I thought myself to be a genius.

"Something is defiantly wrong with you." Cameron said and I shrugged.

Right then my father decided to descend from the stairs. He stopped when he saw my brothers, the kittens and me all gathered in the living room and slowly a smile started to spread.

"Hey dad." Cameron greeted and Daniel quickly followed.

"Hello boys." My father said and nodded to each of them. "Don't you have school tomorrow?" He added and continued down the stairs to sit in one of the chairs.

"Yes, but Daniel and I wanted to say goodbye before you leave and we will be too busy to get home for a while." Cameron answered and my dad nodded.

"I see. Well, it was defiantly thoughtful of both of you." My father said and then stood up again.

Why he would sit down one second only to get up again the next was something I never really had understood but I knew him well enough to know he only did it when he was nervous about something. He would get restless and unable to be still for too long.

"What's wrong, dad?" Daniel asked immediately and all three of us focused on our father.

"It's actually something to do with you, Mia." He said and I just knew what would come out of his mouth next.

"No." I said even before he could say anything.

"Mia, honey, please just listen to me, okay?" my father said and sat down again. "You don't even know what she wants." He added.

"And I don't want to know it either." I snarled and stood from the floor.

"Mia, she just wants to see you." My father said.

"I said no, dad. I'm not interested in seeing her or any of the children she have with her new husband. I just won't."

"Mia –"

"I said no." I almost shouted and stomped towards the stairs and hurried up, eight little fuzzy baby animals hot on my heels.

I simply denied listening to anything regarding that horrible woman. I wouldn't let her destroy my life any more than what she had already done.

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Hello again.

I'm such a bad authoress for not finishing A Daughter's Dream before starting a new story. However, sweeties, I have five stories so far on my computer and I just need to do something about them. Putting them up here, seemed like a great idea.

On another note, I have fallen victim of Akatsuki-kittens plots and it's horrible but I had to write this, I really had to do it.

I hope you all enjoy and will review this story as the amazing readers you all are. :-)