Hello Beautiful readers! : Please call me RedBell. This is my first time sharing a story on an online forum. Please be gentle with me. Also forgive me if the story looks weird, kind of odd how has the warning of "double space between paragraphs or else it'll look cluttered" under the guidelines. Again, I've never done this before lols. A little tedious to go through and put extra spaces, but I will suffer with dignity for the love of my hopeful future fans!

This is now the general I DO NOT OWN NARUTO spiel. If I did I would be rich living the high life, and not fretting about possibly offending you lovely folks with my subpar writing, SIGHS. If only, right?

This is a rated M story for language and some steamy bits. I am aware there is no longer an MA option for full sexual content. Shame, right? BUT FEAR NOT, there will still be some damn good fan service!

All text that is italicized is thought from whomever the point of view is in.

Now with that said, onto the story! Enjoy!

Tiny Terrors: Akatsuki Cats Ch.1 First Contact

Today has progressed as a normal day of work at the call center. Sure it's customer service, and more often than not I'm only here to let customers vent about their cable TV service, or ever rising rates due to the cost of living going up or just inflation. But to be honest this job is a god send, full time, better than minimum wage, full benefits, and it's the only constant in my life at the moment.

Many things have changed for me in the past few months. Loosing friends, bad relationship breakups, both mental and physical health issues which are still ongoing. All things that happen with the process of becoming an adult I suppose, I just turned 25. High School friends grow distant until they just cut off all ties. Men are just too immature to handle being in a serious relationship, or impatient in the dating process and try to force the woman into a commitment she's just not sure of yet. I mean really guys? It's called dating for a reason. Getting to know you and all that. Insecurities abound for men who put woman through that kind of pressure.

I digress, fairly new job, finally getting into the flow of things, friendly coworkers. The day in and day out a soothing repetition like a balm to my chaotic mental state, and it's doing a good job of currently holding me together. The challenge of learning the intricacies of the business to keep my brain sharp. That's always been a quirk of mine, I want to know everything about anything once I get involved. I want to be the one anyone can go to with a question and BAM, here's your answer! Hey, a woman's got to have aspirations. More like not wanting to be a burden on anyone, but it's also nice to be needed and able to help when I can.

So yes, I am just leaving my job. I have a late shift so it is just past 8:30pm I am walking out of the call center and towards my car, moon has claimed the sky, and there aren't many lights in the lot. Due to it being a Friday we had a lot of employees during the day, so I unfortunately had to park all the way in the back of the lot when I arrived, and being one of the last ones to leave, the lot is deserted now. The call center is surrounded by trees, kind of hard to find if someone didn't give you explicit directions, have to go down a thin two-way dirt road even, so you can imagine how eerie it feels in that parking lot this late at night, with tall dark trees all around and going towards a car all the way in the back by the dumpsters. Have I said there's been times creepers have been chased off by cops in the past? Yeah, that's a real threat here. Doesn't help I have an extraordinary imagination.

Key to my car pinched between my thumb and index finger in a way it could be used as a weapon if need be. Come at me bitches, I WILL. Shank. Your. Ass!

Boop Boop. The doors unlock as I approach my racing heart feeling slightly easier knowing I'm close enough to charge into the car if someone decided to pop out at me. What if someone really is out here? Hiding behind the trash, waiting to pounce at me? And then I heard the rustle, like plastic crinkling. Body frozen like ice water were just dumped down my spine. Why aren't I running? What happened to my plan of rushing to the car if anything happened? I liked that plan..

BANG!

I jump with a small yelp, slapping my hand over my mouth to stop any other noises in hopes not to be noticed by whatever is causing the ruckus. Body frozen now completely in place, not even breathing.

The next movement I saw broke my terror spell.

A bright almost golden yellow kitten came literally rolling like a ball out from behind the large dumpster, and slid to a stop with a low growl and something that sounded like a chuff at the end. Instantaneously my frozen form thaws to mush.

"Oh my God! You poor thing!" Jogging over to the small bundle of fluff to kneel down next to it. "Are you ok, sweetie?" The small kitten turned the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen on a cat before, with such a pathetic look, that immediately turned to panic as it's heckles rise up. "It's ok, shh shh." I coo to the animal as I reach out to brush gentle fingers down it's back and scoop up the small bundle into my hands.

Now holding the scared animal to my breast in a supported hold. One hand under the tail, the other on its back. Something else you should know about me, I'm short 5'1", with curves. Sometimes my breasts like to strangle me, being a hefty 36 H. So you could imagine this little creatures position, practically laying on a soft warm shelf.

"How did you get here, little guy?" the cat just kept staring at me while receiving gentle chin scratches, which seemed to give the desired effect to sooth him.

HISS! REOWR!

More noise irrupted from behind the trash bin.

'There are more of you?" flicking through my key chain to click on the portable flashlight I aim the beam behind the dumpster. Six more sets of eyes reflect back at me. All belonging to kittens of various sizes and colors. One in particular is making quite the ruckus, swiping threw the air at me. Fur a shiny silver. "Whoa, easy Vicious. Who pissed you off?" quirking an eyebrow at his actions I study the other cats further.

One is all black but had orange tabby stripes blooming across its face took a few nervous steps towards me, head held high in curiosity.

"Hello, Buddy. I'm not going to hurt you. Are you worried for your friend?" I turn my upper body to face the bunch of kits more openly and lean down a bit showing him the golden cat I have perched on my chest, the nook of my arm holding its lower half up. "See? He's ok. Come here." I offer placing my flashlight down still aiming at them and hold out my left hand in an offer to give pets. Which the kitten immediately jumps into action to take advantage of. It's back end nearly flipping over its front in this awkward energetic hop to get to me as fast as possible. This one has coordination issues. Small random mews spew from him as I brush my fingers around his head and over his spine, scratching behind his ear, which seems to stop his sporadic movements and constant mewling as he arches against my fingers. I assume he really enjoys that.

The golden fur ball starts grumbling again just under my chin while watching the display. Jealous? I started lightly bouncing him in my arm gently hoping to stop the growls while nuzzling my nose against his cheek, which is adequate to silence his displeasure.

Eyes roaming back over to the rest of the cats all were quiet, big reflectors observing me and the two kittens as well.

Screwing my face up in thought, "Well you guys don't look like alley cats. There's no way you all came from the same litter. Too exotic looking just to be randomly left behind, people could make a pretty penny off of your unique features. Did you escape from somewhere?" Their eyes remain steady with mine. Hmph No help at all. I take a moment for silent contemplation. The black and orange cat now completely sprawled on its back in front of my knees at the mercy of the tummy rubs.

SIGHS, "I can't take you all home." I make eye contact with all of them, even the orange and black cat at my knees. He freezes in place at my statement. "…no…really. I can't take you home." His eyes still holding me hostage, with determination I tore my gaze from his JUST to clash with the crystal blue eyes of the golden cat whom I have lovingly rested on my bosoms. Sweat starts to swell on my brow with the effort to stay strong. He blinks at me with a soft mew.

"GAH! FINE! You all are too fucking cute! I can't stand it!" The black and orange cat jumps up to a standing position with a happy chortle and starts climbing onto my lap. SIGHS saw my determination breaking from a mile away with this one. Good job sticking to your guns, Ann. "Alright, well let's get you all loaded up into the car." I pick up the black and orange one, who was still struggling to climb up my body, before he either falls off and hurt himself, or ends up hurting me with his sharp nails of doom. "Hopefully all your other friends will follow and I won't have to chase them down." I stood and march over to my silver Prius, cat in each hand, briefly pushing the golden one higher onto my boob making sure his paws had a good grip before freeing my right hand to open the door and set up a safe spot for the ride. What? They don't call big boobs a shelf for no reason, ya know. Comes in handy for drinks on occasion too.

Ok two kittens in the car on the floor in the back with a plush towel as a bed to sit. "Two down, five to go." Turning back to the trash bin I was surprised to see all the cats marching over to me in a somewhat organized fashion. Picking up each one by one and putting them next to the first two.

One left, the last cat is the silver one who I can now see has soft amethyst colored eyes. Some kind of albino? First attempt to pick him up had him swatting at me with his paws hissing. "Oh really now? Well, go on. Get in the car yourself then." I stood back crossing my arms showing I wasn't going to intervene.

He eyes me for a moment before measuring the height of the car. First attempt was him just stretching to put his paws on the lip of the doorway, trying to use brute strength to pull himself up. Second attempt was him hopping and failing at finding anything other than metal to grip onto with his claws, so he just slid back out. Third times the charm. He whines up his body, wiggly butt and all. Finally, with one giant leap, for all of cat kind, he manages to get a hold on something, but lacks the strength to pull up the rest of his body. So, with a roll of my eyes, I gave him a helping hand, or rather…foot. Putting my toes under his butt and lifting his lower half for him into the car.

The other cats snicker, if you could imagine what a cat snickering would sound like. The silver devil glares at me once he was fully in the car. I giggle and gave him a cheeky smile.

"Alright, everyone in? Ok, let's get this show on the road." Shutting the door.