Dream, My Little One

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I sat there quietly while Alfred laughed and ran around. All the other kittens never noticed me, and the only one who did, Romano, or, Lovino, as his papa called him, was not even there. I sighed, and flattened my ears. “Dudes, dudes, dudes! I’m gonna be a hero when I get older! That’s my dream!” he shouted out, and I flattened my ears more, as I got up and started walking away from everyone, going to find my papa. I found him sitting in a circle with the other grown-ups, and like me, was just sighing, not being noticed by anybody, although I think that was on purpose, cause Uncle Francis and Uncle Arthur do know he’s there; they come visit us every once in a while.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” I called, running towards him, my fluffy (f/c) tail swinging behind me.

Matthew

I sighed, once again not being noticed by anyone. Not even Francis or Arthur said anything to me, and I closed my eyes, but then they opened again, my ears twitching at the sound of my little ______’s voice. Looking behind me, I smiled as a little (f/c) ball of fluff came running towards me, and a second later, nuzzling into my side. I reached down and nuzzled her back, purring in content.

“Bonjour, ma petite. How was playing with the others today?” I asked, as she just snuggled more into my side. I licked her forehead, before I heard the rest of the cats close up the meeting for the day, and Arthur and Francis walked over to the two of us, looking down at ______.

“She haz gotten so big, Matthieu! Iz zhis even zhe same kit?” Francis asked, looking at ____. I looked at her, too, nodding and smiling, as she hid in my fur more. Arthur rolled his eyes, and pushed Francis away.

“Back up, Francis, you’re scaring her!” Arthur glared, before he turned back to us, leaving Francis to pout and sulk at being yelled at. He smiled, getting down to ______’s level. “I’m sorry if he scared you, darling. Uncle Francis scares everyone…” he said, glaring at said tom
again. “Don’t worry too much about i- ALFRED! NO! GET DOWN FROM THERE!” he started, before he started yelling at my little brother. Looking over, I saw he had started to climb up the huge wall. I sighed, shaking my head, as Arthur started to walk in the direction Alfred was in. “I’m sorry if I scared _______, Matthew. I have to go drag your brother down from the wall… Again…” he sighed. I smiled, and, looking down, let a light chuckle resonate from my chest. ____’s whole body, from her ears to the tip of her tail, was all puffed out, but my smile softened when I saw that she was shaking. Wrapping my tail around her, I brought her closer, quietly calming her down, as she hid her face in my fur, slowly soothing her to the point of not shaking.

“So, that’s Francis’ niece, si? She’s very cute. Muy bonita. She must be the one that Lovi’s always talking about…” he said, before he got down to her level, too. “Lo siento about Lovino not being here today, chiquita. He’s with his mama today; he’s not feeling too well. He wanted me to tell you he’ll be back tomorrow, though.” Antonio, Francis’ friend smiled, and ______ peeked out from my fur, before hiding again, nodding against my side, ears flat. I nodded, smiling down at my daughter.

“Yeah. Don’t feel too bad about her not saying hi. She’s just a really shy kitten. ______, sweetie, this is Antonio. He’s Uncle Francis’ friend. He’s really nice. He’s not going to hurt you, little one…” I whispered to her, smiling as she popped her head out, blinking at me, just as Arthur came back, with Alfred running around and weaving through his legs. He sighed as he sat down, then plopped himself down, trapping Alfred underneath him. I blinked, but laughed as Alfred started whining.

“Sorry… our master’s son gave him cat nip before we were let out… Apparently, it makes him hyper…” he said, as I smiled.

“I wonder if it has the same effect on _-” I was cut off by a yawn. Blinking, I looked down to see ______ swaying back and forth slightly, and her eyes drooping. I smiled down at her and looked back up at Arthur and Antonio. “I think I better get her home. She looks ready to collapse at any moment.” I chuckled, as Arthur nodded, and Antonio laughed with me. Saying goodbye, I leaned down and grabbed the scruff of ______’s neck, starting to walk home. As I walked, I felt ____ shift some, and when I shifted my eyes to look at her, I found her looking back up at me, a little frown on her face. I blinked, and set her down, leaning to her level. “What’s wrong, _____?” I asked her, and she shifted, looking away from me, blushing and little tears coming to her face.

“P-papa… Why is it that nobody ever sees me, except Lovi… Even Alfred can’t see me, and he’s my family!” she said, before sniffles could be heard. My eyes softened, and I licked her forehead, using my tail to wipe away the tears that were coming, tickling her nose.

“Mon petite amour…” I sighed, before I started walking again, looking back to see her little legs trying to keep up with me. When she was in step with me, I sighed again, looking up at the sky. “I don’t know, really. Alfred’s like that with me, too… Everyone is, really. The only ones who can see me without having someone speak to me first are Uncle Arthur and Uncle Francis, but even then, they hardly ever include me in the meetings that us grown-ups have.” I said, smiling down at her. “But, you know what?” I asked her, and she looked up at me, blinking and tilting her head.

“Non, papa, what?” she asked me, and nuzzled her cheek.

“All of that doesn’t matter to me, because as long as I have at least a couple times when I’m noticed, I’m okay with it. You notice me, and master does, too. Kumajiro doesn’t, but I think he does that on purpose… Even master’s daughter notices me. So, I’m perfectly fine with it.” I smiled at her, before I felt a drop of rain land on my head. Eyes widening, I picked up ____ by the scruff of her neck, and sprinted as fast as I could back home, smiling when it came into view. I didn’t stop running until I made it under the safety of the porch’s roof, not wanting ____ to get wet, because I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. Sighing contently, I put _____ down, and started scratching the door lightly, mewling when the door opened, and a hand pet the top of my head, scratching my ears. _____ stumbled over, and I nudged her gently through the door, before walking in myself. She giggled, and started to scamper through the house. I laughed, smiling after her, smiling amused when I found her trying to climb up on the stairs. Picking her up, I started walking up the stairs, careful not to let her hit her tail on any of the stairs. Making it to master’s room, I walked through the open door, walking over to the cat bed in the corner that he had set up for us. Setting _________ down on the bed, I climbed in after her, circling around her while she followed me with her head, before I lied down, and she fell down. I wrapped my tail around her tiny body, before I started to give her a bath. ______ leaned into my tongue, and I smiled again, continuing to bathe her.

“Hey papa?” she asked, and I hummed, letting her know that I was listening, still cleaning her. “How come Alfred is so hyper, while you’re quiet? Didn’t Uncle Arthur and Uncle Francis raise you the same way?” she asked, and I stopped, blinking down at her.

“We were raised the same, yes, but the reason he’s loud, while I’m not, is because of our personalities, and the fact that I was raised a little longer than he was. Remember, sweetheart, he’s younger than I am.” I said, licking the rest of her down, before settling down, looking up when Kumajiro walked through the door, waddling over to his bed and collapsing into it, falling asleep. I sighed, as I looked at ______, who was asking another question.

“Hey, papa…” she started, and I could tell she was trying to figure out how to ask something.

“Yes, mon petite ange…” I asked, encouraging her to ask her question. She yawned.

“What’s a dream?” she asked, and I was taken aback by this.

“What do you mean, ma cherie?” I asked, confused on why she would be asking something like that. She blushed and looked away, burying herself into my chest. She mumbled something, but because she was in my fur, I couldn’t understand her. “Ange, I can’t hear you…” I said, and she pulled back from me, a little pink line clearly visibly over her little black nose, on her (f/c) fur.

“Alfred said something about it… He said his dream is to be a hero…” she said, and I blinked, before I smiled. I laid my head down next to her, and looked at her.

“A dream is something you see when you’re sleeping. They are the things you want to do in life, like, what you want to be, or where you want to go, what you want your life to be like. Stuff like that.” I whispered, noticing that she was starting to wear out.

“Oh…” she said, as her eyes drooped open and closed sleepily.

“Yeah. So, what do you dream about, my little darling?” I asked, nuzzling her slightly. She giggled, turning and wrapping her paws around my nose, making sure her little claws didn’t come out.

“To stay here with papa forever…” she whispered, and I blushed, my eyes widening as happy tears came to them. Moving up, I moved my
paw, so that ______ fell gently on her back, before I put my paw back down, leaning my head down on her forehead, so that she couldn’t turn herself over.

“That’s your dream? That’s a very sweet dream, _______...” I whispered, as she yawned again, and smiled up at me.

“What’s your dream, papa?” she asked, as I watched her struggle to keep her eyes open. I smiled, moving again, so that her head was rested on my side, before wrapping my tail around her and licking her nose.

“My dream, huh…? Well, let’s see…” I said, looking up at the ceiling. I heard _____ yawn again, an adorable little mewl coming from her. I smiled lovingly down at her, licking her forehead and her ear gently. “That would be you, ma petite belle. I could dream up a million dreams, but none of them would be as sweet as the one I have right here.” I whispered, curling my tail around her a little bit more, making sure she was as warm as she could possibly be. She snuggled in closer to me, and I felt a tiny smile come to her face.

“I love you so much, papa…” she yawned out, starting to relax more. Sighing in content, I laid my head down again, smiling softly.

“I love you more, sweetie.” I whispered, and I felt her shake her head against my stomach.

“I love you most, papa… I win…” she mumbled, before letting out one final yawn, as she settled into my stomach and fell asleep. I
smiled tenderly at her.

“I love you so much more than you think, _____... So much more…” I whispered, closing my eyes and breathing in and out slowly, falling into a contently warm sleep, purring softly to ___ so that her dreams stayed sweet.