A/N: Darkness here, this chapter has been edited/updated due to rereading and realising that my Nichole had decided to update early. Sorry to those who read the unedited version.

Prologue:
They Just Came That Way!

"Welcome to the world! She saw the bright lights-" I sang while spinning on my right foot. I locked eyes with, Kim, my new mom and stopped dead in my tracks. I hung my head in shame instantly. She was just so intimidating. "Sorry Kim…" I said meekly. Jashin-Kami Damn my shyness!

Kim narrowed her eyes, her face filled with slight disgust at me, her step daughter. She had never really liked me, always claiming the I had too much time with my dad and she never got enough 'pleasure' because of it. That always made me feel bad. No not for her you fool, for my dad, Kim was a pestering ass wipe who made herself easy to hate.

'But maybe, just maybe, I'll sing when she looks away…' I thought, glancing up at her then back to the ground.

"Don't give me that, bitch! I have told you plenty of times before to respect this house and right now you are just disgracing it! You know that your voice is like nails on a chalkboard, so why would you sing? You are stupid, you know that?! Think of people other than yourself - you're so selfish! Your mom must have wanted to leave you because she knew what you would turn out like. You-" she snarled.

I zoned out.

But I could really care less, just because I have a bad voice doesn't mean I won't sing. But the mother comment hurt, a lot, because we both knew that was below the belt. But my luck stroked again and the doorbell rang saving me from Kim's pestering 'motherly' ways.

"I'll get it!" I called, interrupting her, and ran to the door. When I got there I hoped with all my heart it was my father. He was the only one I trusted, and he was always never around.

I swung the door open with a smile lite bright on my face. Nobody was at the door… My smile fell and I started looking around. My eyes fell on a trash bag at my feet. The trash bag looked beat up and old, but there was a surprise, inside the bag, a kitten let out a cry of attention. Well, I think it was a kitten... It sounded more like a dying bird, but, oh well, let's just say it was a kitten.

I gripped the top of the bag, giddy to see my first live kitten. Maybe claim him or her as my own. I let out a gasp at the bright color furs that stacked and fused together in the bag. About twenty beady eyes stared at me and all ten live cats meowed cutely at me in question. I didn't pay much attention to their odd color. They were so unique. It beat my father's arrival.

"Aw, how cute are you!?" I exclaimed picking one up. I'm not going to lie to you they were hideous but I need a friend and calling them ugly gets me nowhere. The kitten I had picked up was purple and small with steel colored eyes. "I know just what to name you…" I trailed off as I heard my step mother's feet shuffle behind me. 'RAPE!' I thought with my eye twitching. I kept calm, referring back to what my best friend Eliza had told me to do in bad situations.

"Nichole, dear, who is at the door?" she asked, thinking it was my father. The kittens started to meow loudly and it sounded a lot like they were saying 'help us,' but I wasn't sure. They all looked at me with the big dilated kitty eyes that made her want to kiss them to death. I smiled warmly at them all and clutched the one in my hands to my chest. Though, that didn't stop me from thinking rude comebacks to my stupid stepmom.

'A leprechaun, of course, who else would be here, the man from the corner who forgot his wallet,' I thought smiling evilly in my mind. But I did need to see how much was in that wallet… "The leprechaun of magic wonders brought me a goody bag filled with kittens," I answered dully to her.

Kim scoffed when she saw the kittens. "Don't get your hopes up on keeping them, they stink and are most likely to be shipped off to the Pound. They look abused and ugly!" Kim spat. I breathed slowly and deeply, trying not to let her get on my nerves How could she get rid of these beautiful things? I looked sadly into the steel eyes of the small purple kitten I was holding. Its eyes were big and beautiful, which was going to make it hard for me to give them away, especially to a shelter!

I shivered slightly at the thought of what they would do with these exotic kittens. 'Test on them, most likely.'

Meanwhile…
(Dads POV)

I was getting out of my car from a long day at work and stretched. I smiled when I heard my wife's voice but as I walked up closer to the door so I could make out the words her luscious lips were making, I wanted to punch her innocent face to the ground. 'How dare she say that to my daughter?!' I thought.

"They look abused and ugly!" my soon to be ex-wife spat at my daughter, my eyes burned in distrust at the girl standing next to my daughter's crouched form with a purple – wait a purple kitten.

"At-hem…" I called to my soon to be ex-wife. Both girls glanced to me, but Nichole busied herself with the kittens, ignoring me. I felt an arrow shoot through my heart a little at her actions.

Kim paled, and went from golden tan to ghost white. Nichole lifted her head after a moment of me being silent, she smiled at me, a crooked smile with a hint of evil. 'That's it, Eliza is a bad influence.' I saw the look in her eyes, a smart-ass look no less. I frowned and looked up at my soon to be ex-wife. She smiled as if nothing had happened.

"Hi Richard, how was your da-" she began, but I cut her off, sending her a look of disappointment. I thought she was better than this.

"Don't speak, Kim. I heard it all. That is no way to talk about animals. You know, for someone who claims to love them as much as you do, I'm shocked you would say something like that," I interrupted in a monotone. "I'd rather not speak to you, but I know I have to. But we can do that later." My eyes moved from my shocked ex-wife to Nichole and I smiled warmly at her. "So, what's with the little kitten?" I asked her. She just smiled and looked in the trash bag, why is she looking in the trash bag?

"There are more," she started excitedly, opening it a little for me to see many odd colored kittens.

"Why the hell are they in a trash bag?" I asked, just noticing how inhumane that was. She shrugged, but I could see it bothered her a little as well.

"They just came that way," she said distantly, petting the odd ball felines. I smiled, but felt my stomach churn. I wasn't so sure I could handle those weird things.

A/N: Hiya! So this is another story we are starting. We already have um...I don't know...twelve chapters of this written. I, Nichole, will just be going over and editing this story so it's a lot better, cuz Aly screwed this up. (She says that when I had to re-edit... *rolls eyes*)

Sorry to be rude, Aly, but it's true. Now, chapters will be kind of short, but not that bad.

I can't really say there is a certain update time, but I will try to update this at least once every two weeks. Yes I know how it sounds, don't go there, I'm not in the mood. I just hope you enjoy this and don't bitch at me and stuff cuz I act human.

Hah, well enjoy yourself.

-Nichole