He-he, so I was going to wait until after Rebirth was finished, but I had a good idea to switch up the cliché.

Disclaimer: Ha-ha, cause Naruto is mine, right? Ha-ha. No, wrong!

"What the hell," I muttered, walking into my art studio and getting hit in the face with a putrid odor.

I looked around the room, my eyes stinging, and noticed that everything was black! No, seriously, all of my pieces were covered in some sort of ashy grossness.

"Mother!" I called, popping my head out of the room.

"What is it, honey?" I heard my mother call back from down the stairs.

"Was someone in my art studio?" I asked.

"What? Oh, yeah, Michael was smoking in there," she replied, seemingly distracted.

"Oh, that's cool," I rolled my eyes. "And WHY THE FUCK WAS HE SMOKING IN MY ART STUDIO?!" I demanded.

"I said it was okay, she replied. "He had nowhere else to do it."

"How about OUTSIDE!?" I offered. "Or anywhere else!"

"Honey, I don't see what the big deal is," my mother laughed, coming down the stairs.

"The big deal is that all of my artwork is covered in ash, my whole studio smells horrible, and I have a show in less than two weeks!"

"You can always make more pieces," she rolled her eyes.

"Not with my supplies ruined!" I growled, picking up the clay that was on the floor, which I specifically remembered putting away. "My clay's dried out, and so is my paint."

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Whose bright idea was it to touch my stuff? Yours?" I asked.

"Well, Michael wanted to know what kind of supplies you used," my mother said. "You know his daughter is an artist too."

"Yes, mother, you told me," I growled. "Please go away while I throw away all of my pieces and supplies."

"I don't think you need to throw them away," she replied. "I'm sure you can still use them."

"Mother, there is nothing you can do with hard clay and dried out paints," I responded. "Please. Leave."

She shrugged her shoulders, exiting the room, closing the door behind her. "Why?" I asked myself, picking up a few of my canvases. "Why me?"

I walked out the front door, going around the corner to the dumpster. "Why would she even…?" I asked myself, throwing the canvases into the dumpster.

"Meow~"

I turned around, facing the dumpster again. "Did that thing just…meow?" I asked no one in particular.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching me before I crouched down into a ninja pose, and karate chopped the dumpster. I paused for a moment before jumping up, holding my throbbing hand.

"Owie~" I cried, jumping from one foot to another. "Stupid dumpster!" I growled, kicking it, only to remember I was wearing flip-flops. "OUCH!"

"Meow! Meow~"

I paused in my agony dance. "There it was again!" I cried. "Maybe it's coming from inside the dumpster…wow, I'm an idiot…"

I rolled my eyes, climbing up onto the top of the oversized garbage container, peering into it. "Hey! It's a kitten!" I exclaimed, reaching in to pick it up.

"Aren't you a cute little thing!" I cheered, petting its red fur. "You know, your fur reminds me of my mother's hair," I told it. "I'm mad at my mother right now. I mean, what would compel her to let her disgusting boyfriend smoke his disgusting cigarettes in my pristine art studio? Hmm?"

The cat just stared back at me with its big brown eyes. "You know…I hate cats," I told it, getting ready to throw it away from me, but it dug its claws into my hand, refusing to let go.

"OW!" I cried, starting to shake my hand vigorously. "Let go! Get off! Get off, get off, get off!"

It refused to let go. "Well…" I hummed in thought. "I guess I could keep you," I told him. "You are very intriguing in the way that you just stand there. Not doing anything. Okay, I'll take you home!"

I held him in my arms, beginning to walk back to my house, but the kitten swatted its paw at my hand. "What is it, little friend?" I asked, looking down at the kitty.

It turned around, pointing to the dumpster. "You don't want to stay in there," I told it. "You see what happens is, a giant truck comes and eats everything in the dumpsters, so if you stayed there, you'll be eaten."

The cat appeared to roll its eyes, and jumped down from my arms, prancing over to the dumpster. "Meow~" he called.

A series of meows were heard, echoing my new kittens. Nine other kittens jumped out of the dumpster, surrounding my kitty.

"No," I shook my head. "I might be able to get away with hiding one cat, but ten? Can't happen. Nope. Nada. Come, kitty," I enticed the red kitten, picking him up again.

I started walking back home once again, and noticed the other kittens following me. "No," I told them. "Go find other mamas."

They stared at me blankly. "Meow~" a blonde kitten said, rubbing against my leg. The kitten in my arms began to his at the blonde one.

"Shush!" I commanded. "If I'm going to take you all home, you need to cooperate! My mom's boyfriend's staying at our house for the rest of the month, so there's only so much I'll be able to take from you guys."

After I finished my rant, I noticed I was in front of the door to my house. "Here we are," I grinned, opening the door.

As soon as I stepped in, my mood grew worse, smelling the scent of Michael's cigarettes. "I hate him," I growled.

"I know it smells disgusting in here," I told the kittens. "But can you please stay in here until I finish throwing all this stuff away? Pretty please?"

All the kittens looked from me to an orange kitten with gray spots on its face. It nodded its head in agreement, and the other kittens mimicked the movement towards me.

"Okay…" I trailed off, placing the kitten I was holding down.

*One hour of Throwing Away Soiled Artwork and Cussing Later*

I walked in through the door for the who-know-how-many-ith time, finding the kittens standing in the corner where they've been staying for the past hour.
"Jesus, it stinks in here," I whined. "Come, kittens. Let us be sneaky to get past my family without them noticing you!"

The kittens nodded like they understood me, making me smile. "Wait! Where's Little Red Dude?" I asked, looking for it. When I finally found him, I picked him up, cuddling him. "You're the one I'm going to show my mother if she asks what's up with the cat food," I told him. "So please be very well behaved or I won't be able to keep you."

He nodded curtly, making me smile. "You're so cute!" I cried, hugging him close to me.

I opened the door that separates my art studio from the rest of the house. "Hurry," I whispered. "We need to get to my room!"

I clutched the kitten in my hand, going up the stairs, slowly, to observe my surroundings. Once we had gotten to the third floor, I shuffled down the hall as fast as I could without risking falling on my face.

I ran into my room, hurrying the kittens in, before shutting the door. I sniffed. "Oh, no!" I cried. "The scent followed me here too!"

"Meow~" Little Red said.

"Oh, yeah, it's probably us because we were in that room," I giggled. "You're so smart!"

I placed him on the floor, looking at all the kittens. "I guess I should name you all," I sighed. "But coming up with names is so hard…"

I began going through my bookshelf, pulling out my Naruto book. "Well, since there are ten of you. I guess I'll name you after Akatsuki members," I told them, sitting next to them.

They looked at each other, worry etched on their little kitty faces. "Pein," I said, pointing to the orange one. "That's you."

"You're Konan," I told the dark blue one. "You're Light Yagami," I told the one with the orange swirl. "Just because Tobi pisses me off."

"You're Freaky Plant Guy, because Zetsu would approve," I rolled my eyes. "You're Sharkbait," I told the shark-like one. "You're…Batman!" I told the one with red eyes.

I picked up Little Red. "I'm going to call you Lovely," I told him. "But that's not your name. I'll just call you that. Your name shall be…Frank."

"You…are Deidara, because I don't feel like coming up with a new name for you," I told the blonde kitten. "You're Creepy Heart Guy," I told the one that would be named Kakuzu. "And you're…Buttface."

"I'm going to get you guys some food," I said, standing up. "I'll be right back."

I left the room, going downstairs. In the kitchen, I found my mother and her boyfriend sucking face. "Mother, I want some tuna," I interrupted. "I don't know where you keep it."

She pulled away from Michael. "But, honey, you don't like tuna-"

"I suddenly crave a lot of tuna! A lot!" I cried. "Get if for me, mommy!"

She rolled her eyes. "You're so theatrical," she sighed, digging in the pantry.

"Can I have, like six cans?" I asked.

"No one eats six cans of tuna, though."

"Mother, please. I'm really hungry," I groaned.

"Okay…" my mother replied, removing the lids of all the cans, placing each one on the counter.

I pulled out one large dish and one smaller dish (because I play favorite), and put five of the cans' contents on the large dish. I put the remaining tuna on the smaller dish.

"Thanks, mother," I sighed, carrying the dishes back up to my room, ignoring whatever she was going to say to me.

"I'm home, my lovelies!" I sang, entering my room, finding it a mess. All of my Naruto merchandise related to the Akatsuki was on the floor, ripped up, or worse.

What could be worse, you may ask? Well, Buttface peed on some of them. That's pretty worse.

"I hate cats," I glared, putting the large dish on the floor. "Eat up, kitties."

I picked up Frank. "Hello, Lovely," I greeted. "Because I like you the best, you get your own dish. If any of the other cats try to take it from you, feel free to fight to the death over it."

I put him and the smaller dish on top of my dresser, letting him eat in peace.

I smiled at the peaceful looking kittens, hiding my true anger over my messes up room, before I left the room to go take a shower to get the cigarette stink off.

Next, I have to clean the kittens. Oh, joy.

I know what you're thinking. Come now, Vee, another kitten story? Well, all I have to say is this. Kitten stories are my favorite!

Anyways, if you want to you can press that lonely looking review box thingy. I don't know what to call it anymore.

Loves and hugs, minions,

Yours psychotically,

Vee