Dirty Boys (attn: Cafas)

Cafas was rudely awakened by his sheets being ripped off of him. Disgruntled in his anti-morning person way he stretched. There was something odd about the room. Perhaps it was the open window, or the protests from people outside, or perhaps it was the fact that his bed wasn't level with his junk layer. He'd been working hard on that junk layer. Cafas looked around sleepily and noticed what appeared to be a half cat, half Calley. He assumed it was the shifter in question. "What the hell is going on?" He asked the boy as he sat licking himself on the windowsill. Standing he noticed what felt like carpet under his feet. Walking over to the frantic looking cat boy Alchemist lent n the wall next to him.

'Is he CLEANING?'

Cafas reached out and stroked the worried looking kitty-boy, more out of reflex towards cats than anything else. He was, in truth, looking around his room. From the worried looks of people in the hallway he wondered if their rooms didn't look exactly the same as his had.

'More likely they're all neat freaks.'

C.J. spied something metallic in the pile outside his door and dived for it before anyone decided the pile needed incinerating or something. Withdrawing his very carefully crafted katana, which was almost 100% power made, but no-one needed to know that. "Alright Calley, cleaning, yes, throwing out my weapons, not so much." Cafas slipped the blade into the side of his mattress, blade horizontal so he didn't cut himself sleeping on it. It was roughly then that Cafas understood the weird looks he was getting as a breeze blew in. How was it that whenever he was in public, or a relatively public place, he ended up naked.

'I blame hormones.'

The nineteen year old mutant walked in a forced calm manner, into the laundry, which only got used once or twice a month, and picked out some underwear and a pair of pants, leaving his top half exposed, it was spring after all. C.J. Re-emerged with one eye almost glowing green, the other pink like a Barbie product. he checked his other battle supplies were where they were meant to be before forgiving Calley his little katana error. "By the way, the cat boy look is cute."

'If one of us ends up naked in public again it is no longer coincidence.'

Cafas at first thought Calley was going to kill him for the state of the room. Which was unfair really, it's not like he'd done anything wrong. Then with a flash the other mutant was gone, with his blade. Well, it wasn't like he used that one very often, but it was by far his sharpest blade. "Get back here with my sword!" Alchemist grabbed his leaf blade, which wasn't in its sheath due to the fact he had been sharpening it the night before, and gave chase. This was totally unacceptable.

'I'm gonna skin him if anything happens to my sword.'

Cafas knew he had to be slower than the cat child, but he didn't care, that was his sword and no cat boy was gonna take it away from him. C.J. was sprinting as fast as he could, which was quite a feat considering he had just woken up a few minutes ago. It was a straight line to the stairs, his room being in the adult’s area, which he thought probably didn't fit him very well, but he liked it anyway. "If you so much as scratch that sword I'll take it and shove it so far up yo..." Cafas tripped. As a reflex he threw hi blade away from himself. It ensured he didn't die that way. He tried to tuck and roll but only achieved smashing his knees into the floor with more force than necessary.

'Damning who left that foot there?'

Cafas scrambled back to his feet, picked up the blade and resumed running.

Cafas ran down the stairs, lacking the cat's grace Calley appeared blessed with. The doors were wide open, which was not a good sign. The now rather mad boy ran out and turned around, searching. There, by the pool. Cafas sprinted after the cat boy when he saw his precious blade fly forward and then arc down. "Nooooooooooooooo!" Alchemist dropped the sword he was carrying, which buried itself almost to the hilt in the soft dirt from the force it was thrown down with. Not his sword, anything but his sword. but it was too late.

Splash

'Kitty is gonna DIE'

Teenage mutant ninja Cafas took his opportunity, stuck an arm out when he was just behind the cat boy and jumped into a flying crash tackle. His body was a bit too numb from the whole sleep thing for him to be sure if he got the kitty but C.J. definitely entered the pool, opening his eyes and swimming frantically for his weapon. Swimming however was not his strong suit, and the pants he was wearing weighed him down like a brick. He made it to the blade just as his lungs decided what with all the extra oxygen use they needed to expel what they had in them and renew their supply.

'Oh bugger...'

Cafas saw the bubbles tear by his face and launched himself off the bottom with the blade in his hand. He got halfway. The mansion pool really was extraordinarily deep. He kicked as best he could and broke the surface just as his vision was being reduced to pinpricks. One gasped breath of oxygen later he was starting to feel okay again, although he was struggling to keep afloat with all the weight he was carrying.

'I'm gonna die.'

As he floundered for the edge in a desperate attempt to get his sword to dry land and his legs somewhere they could stand up. His palm met tile and he tugged himself to the edge as fast as he could. There was a clang, then a groan of exertion, then the sound of wet skin slapping down onto the edge of a pool. This was all followed by some loud puffing and the vow that he would never spend longer than a minute underwater again in his life. "I clean those daily, they're not dirty, they do not need washing." He assumed the cat-boy was listening to him, silly cat-boy, the one clean thing in his room and he spent all that energy to chuck it in a pool, what a waste of his time.

'Bet he spills my popcorn again too. Actually, I'd like some popcorn...'

Cafas got to his knees and looked around. The cat boy was missing. Maybe he'd left already. Then Cafas looked into the pool and saw Calley sinking. That was very bad. Pulling off his now soaking wet pants in an attempt to lose some weight Cafas became immediately aware that it was getting warmer outside, mostly because he hadn't frozen to death yet. One step, two step, then an anything but graceful dive into the water.

'I wasn't serious about death, how could anyone wish death upon those cute ears?'

Cafas was stroking as hard as he could towards his friend. He had no idea when Caleb had stopped breathing but the lack of bubbles plus sinking meant he had. They both touched down on the bottom at roughly the same time. Cafas was becoming very aware that their pool was actually about for times his height. Alls he knew was that he had never been that deep before. Grabbing the chimera by the waist Cafas pushed off and kicked for the surface with a superhuman effort. The adrenaline was overwhelming.

'Please let me have gotten to him in time.'

Cafas surfaced at the edge and threw the cat boy over, clambering out of aching muscles. He checked for breathing but found none. There was still a pulse however. He'd seen this one on T.V. on the show with the lifeguards, he had to empty the water from Calleys lungs by pumping it out. And pump it he did, he even tried adding some air to the equation but until the boy had coughed up what had to be half the pool his lungs refused to inflate.

'Aright, next step, oxygen.'

Alchemist opened Calley's mouth and blew air into his lungs, as he had a pulse Cafas was sure that was all he needed. He kept going frantically.

'Be okay, be okay.'

Cafas ignored the unhappy accusation and went straight for the relieved hug. He wasn't gonna let go either. "I'm so sorry dude, like, first you took the sword, and I was mad, and then I tackled you, and I really thought you'd be able to swim and then you couldn't. Sorry." Cafas was still clinging on in an apologetic and relieved way. He'd almost killed one of the few people who didn't hate him.

'That was close.'

Then he did let go, because it would have been awkward to hug him any longer. He sat back and laughed with relief, it was that or cry, and real men didn't cry where he came from. His eyes were jet black from the overwhelming amount of emotion. Apparently saving someone's life was an emotional experience, who would have known? "Let's get you dry yeah?" Cafas retrieved the katana and looked to the opposite side of the pool where his other sword stuck up out of the grass just pas the edge of the tiles.

'Let us agree to never kill a friend, or come close to it, ever again.'

Cafas laughed more at Calley's response. It was fair enough, although if there was one thing Cafas made sure of it was that he always had fresh towels and clothes. He tied is pants around his waist by the legs and slipped the katana into the belt it formed. He then put one arm around Calley’s back and the other behind his knees and lifted him. He was actually quite a light person all things considered. Carrying him around the pool. Cafas momentarily remembered his other weapon, set Calley’s feet down gently, picked it up, tucked it in the other side of his pants belt before lifting the cat boy again.

'Someone needs to feed this kid better.'

Cafas looked at Calley with a joking smile, he was fairly sure the cat boy was mad at him, as in very mad, but he would try to make up for it. "Sure, I'll clean up, AFTER I take care of you." C.J. took the steps slowly and once inside headed straight for the only source of towels he knew; the cupboard. It struck him that the mansion had little faith in the laundry abilities of its students, as it seemed to supply clean everything, except clothes. "So you don't like mess huh? Yeah, I guess I understand, I just feel like it's my room, you know, I'll treat it how I want, and you never seem to be around." Cafas set the kitty down carefully on a chair and proceeded to pull two large white towels out of the cupboard. Tossing one to his disgruntled friend he proceeded to towel himself down.

'He's such a cute angry cat person.'

Alchemist started drying his swords and removed his pants belt, sneaking looks at the other boy, clad only in boxers and a shirt. We're they his boxers? Cafas gave them another look, which lingered maybe a little longer than it ought to have. "Are you wearing my boxers? I swear I recognise those..."

Cafas couldn't help but growl right on back. They were HIS boxers. Well he had just the thing to get Calley out of them. "Just sayin', but I don't think I've washed those in about a month." The mutant watched Calley dry himself while he himself tied his towel around his hips to hide his exposedness it was likely not quite appropriate to walk around the mansion half naked, normally it was empty, but apparently it was a weekday.

'Damned weekdays.'

Cafas slipped out quietly while Calley was drying himself and dashed to the kitchen, attracting many odd looks. He poored two sachets of cocoa into two separate mugs and added warm milk. People who added water were SICK. It was amazing how they seemed to be permanently supplied with whatever they needed, the hot milk had been pre made. It struck him someone would probably miss their milk but he didn't care.

'if he doesn't like cocoa I'm gonna be very surprised.'

C.J. entered the room he had left Calley in and stood with the two mugs, slowly sipping from his own, a smile plastered across his face, eyes yellow left and blue right.