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All things considered, Suzaku Kururugi lived a completely ordinary life.
Every day he woke up at six AM on the dot, no later, no earlier. Bright and early was always the best way to be prepared for the day. For breakfast, always a single piece of whole grain toast with butter on it, maybe even plain if he forgot to visit the grocery store (which was often). Vitamins in the morning, always coinciding with his breakfast, coffee with far too much creamer in it to match. Always with his favorite mug with drawings of kittens on it, of course. Then, he checks the news. Usually it’s never anything interesting, but he likes to be in the know about his local neighbourhood. If he’s particularly interested, he’ll attend a community event.
Last time he attended one, though, he ended up bird watching with people five times his age for the entire day. His camera roll was filmed with blurry photos of different kinds of birds, taking up all the storage he had left.
Safe to say, he can tell the difference between a House Sparrow and an American Tree Sparrow.
It is incredibly important information.
At seven thirty AM he leaves for work, where he will endure eight hours of grueling critique from his boss, Lloyd.
It isn’t all bad, being able to make machines that would one day soar through the sky. Knowing that he could be a part of a project that could make history is his drive to keep going every single day.
Practically fresh out of college, Suzaku was considered too inexperienced for every job he applied for. Not even his two years of internship could save him, or his stellar four-point-zero GPA in his engineering course.
He’s lucky that Lloyd and Cecile scooped him up so early, otherwise he probably would’ve still been working a shift or two at a local fast food chain.
Every day seemed to play out in a similar fashion for Suzaku, never interesting, never too boring. It was a lovely dance of monotony and excitement that fulfilled his urge to keep living this mundane life. Not too stressful, not too dull. The scales never tipped one way or the other.
The schedule was precious to him. It was what kept his life in check. It was a perfect system, never once faltering in the face of any kind of delay or interruption.
It was another boring, ordinary morning. Six thirty AM, one hour and ten minutes until he needed to leave for work. He meticulously prepared his vitamins, brewing a pot of coffee in the cute pink coffee brewer Shirley had given him for his birthday. He already had all of the things he needed, extra-large jug of vanilla creamer ready and waiting, sugar cubes in a neat stack, knife and butter locked and loaded, The only thing missing was the whole grain bread waiting to pop out of the toaster with a characteristic *ding*.
Suzaku reached for the bread where the bread always was, right by the butter for utmost convenience. Always in the place he needed it most. He grabbed the ends of the plastic it was kept in, going on pure instinct. Not even looking at the bag until it was in his hands safely.
Only to find that it was empty. Half of a butt end of bread remained in the bag, a soldier half dead in a battlefield of its comrades. Stranded in a crowd of crumbs. Waiting for its merciful end to come next.
Who the hell leaves half of a butt end of bread in the bag?
A massive interruption in his pipeline. Delays will be massive, taking up to forty five minutes of his scheduled news time. Interruptions in his precious morning schedule were detrimental to the mission at hand; getting to work on time and in decent shape.
The world will know his vengeance for taking away his valuable news time.
Taking off at mach speed towards his room, throwing on whatever the hell was left on his floor, then flying outside of the second floor apartment, nearly breaking the sound barrier on his way. The world blurred past him, each staircase an obstacle he had to personally tackle. He took each step at least three at a time, never once faltering in his balance. He ran through doors and hallways of the apartment with true urgency, surely waking up a few unfortunate souls who happened to be in his trail of destruction.
He doesn’t even bother to acknowledge how ridiculous he looks. Running – sprinting at full speed in fluffy slippers shaped like teddy bears, a pair of Hello Kitty pajama pants, and a shirt that says ‘I paused my game to be here’ Rivalz bought him after a particularly sweaty night of racing games. And, for the record, he won every single game he participated in. But the shirt was very comfortable, so he’ll succumb to Rivalz humiliation ritual.
Crowds of early risers part for Suzaku, silently praying not to be caught in the onslaught. It’s too early to be mad at people for this kind of stuff. Too damn early for nonsense.
Suzaku arrives at the corner store, completely winded and panting. It was impressive he hadn’t lost his balance, considering a thought of caution never entered his mind.
He routes a path straight towards the bread, not even sparing a glance towards the heaps of other items the store had to offer. The lines of different flavored coffee creamers didn’t even tempt him. Not even the brand new cinnamon vanilla sugar eggnog nutmeg pumpkin apple flavored creamer could get through to him. Suzaku Kururugi was a man on a serious, life threatening mission.
The aisle was lined with all different types of bread. The synthetic kind that probably wouldn’t even mold, to the ‘sourdough’ bread that was ‘freshly made’ (It most definitely was not), to his precious whole grain bread.
He runs his fingers along the lines of squishy pieces of bread in plastic bags with bright colors on them, popping out in ways specifically designed to make you notice them.
His index fingers landed on the one he was looking for. The magnificent bread of his dreams, the flavor he’d dreamt about all throughout his sprint to the corner store.
Suzaku proudly sauntered to the register, smugness evident on his face. He held the bread like a grand prize, maybe something given to a war hero after a decade of their dedicated loyalty to their country. His country being that specific brand of bread. They would never lose his business – not ever.
He gave it to the cashier, a meek teenage girl who looked just barely freshly the legal age for a job, and patted his pockets in search of his wallet.
Nothing.
All of the past smugness on his face disappeared into an instant.
He just walked away, dejected.
“Sir, are you going to buy this?” The cashier waved after him.
Both his news time and breakfast disappeared in front of him, fading away like an apparition haunting a graveyard.
There was just simply no room for them in this revamped itinerary.
He walked with his head completely slumped, totally rejected from the things he held dearest. Rock bottom couldn’t have a rockier bottom.
It was there, in his pitch black sorrow, he heard the soft meow of a cat coming from the alleyway between his apartment.
He looked towards the location of the noise, catching a glimpse of a black cat stretching out its limbs. (This was a Bombay Cat, an old lady had taught him all about the intricacies of the species of cats during a community event. Again, very important information to have).
Yet, this cat wasn’t like any Bombay Cat Suzaku had ever seen. It had piercing purple eyes that almost seemed to catch the light of every surface it saw. This cat was graceful, all elegance and none of the usual curiosity or fear that came from other cats.
If it had noticed Suzaku, then it didn’t seem to care at all.
“Here kitty, kitty.” Suzaku said, quite stereotypically.
The cat looked quite offended at the demeaning nature of the saying. How the hell did it know to look offended by that? Spoiled cat.
Despite its obvious disregard toward Suzaku as a whole, it still took the bait and leaned in for the attention Suzaku would give. It waited expectantly, staring at Suzaku as he lifted his hand behind the ears of the cat and gently scratched as gently as he could possibly muster.
He took out his phone, carefully multitasking between taking a picture and continuing to pet the cat.
KuruKururugi0
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look at this cute cat! I’ve nevr seen one with this color eyes b4<
FennetteShirley01
> Oh my gosh no way!!!!!!!!
> That is the cutest guy ever
> Take him home. I must pet it!!!!!!!!!
Kurukururugi0
thats a stray cat from the alley <
FennetteShirley01
>It looks hungry though!!!!!!
>Pleaaaseeeeeeeeeeee :)
Kurukururugi0
it does look pretty hungry.. <
FennetteShirley01
> Plus its prety cute too!!
Kurukururugi0
i cant rlly take it in but i have work like, right now<
FennetteShirley01
> Go get it later.
>You must! It's for the republic of all cats!