The Aristocats Chapter 1

by ~BabyCornflake

                                               The Aristocats
                                                   Chapter 1
                                           Which cats Posess?



                                 Which pets' address is the finest in Paris?
                                 Which pets posess the longest pedigree?
                                  Which pets get to sleep on velvet mats?
                                          Naturellement, the Aristocats!

                            Which pets are blessed with the fairest forms and faces?
                               Which pets know best all the gentle social graces?
                                     Which pets live on creme and loving pats?
                                            Natureallement, the Aristocats!

                    They show aristocatic bearing when they're seen upon an airing
                             And aristocatic flair in what they do and what they say
                          Aristocats are never found in alleyways or hanging around
                                    The garbage cans where common kitties play
                                                                 Oh, no!

                             Which pets are known to never show their claws?
                                   Which pets are prone to harly any flaws?
                                   To which pets do the others tip their hats?
                                            Natureallement, the Aristocats!


It was a lovely Paris afternoon day in 1910, the sky and waters blue, and the town casually walking around the streets and talking happily amongst themselves. Coaches with horses pulling them everywhere around the streets could be seen within forty feet of one another. One coach had a rather lovely young lady sitting inside one coach, her long chestnut brown hair tied in a braid, the side of her face nuzzling a adorable golden cat in her arms, the golden brown cat had lovely, sparkling blue eyes, his purring comfortable and sweet.

Not only was there one adult male cat in the coach, but three little kittens, all of which were messing around in the coach. One was a white kitten with a bright pink bow tied around her neck, her blue eyes sparkling exactly like his father's, the young woman stroking both the adult cat and the kitten's backs.

"Namine, my little one," came the brunette, referring to the white kitten, "you are going to be as beautiful as your father. Isn't she, Roxas?"
The older white cat, Roxas, meowing with a tint of a purr in it as he smiled up at the young lady.

Driving the coach was obviously a butler, his long blond hair falling on his shoulders and half way down his back. A small brown kitten with spiky hair had managed to climb up on the butler's hat, stepping all over his face and patting at dangling object on his top hat.

"Careful, Sora!" chuckled the woman. "You're making it very difficult for Vexen."

Vexen, the butler, gave a smile, taking the little rowdy kitten off his head and placing him down.

"Whoa, Frou-frou, whoa," he said, pulling back on the horse's reins, the golden horse in the front coming to a slow stop.
Vexen swiftly got out of the coach, helping the woman step out of the carriage.

"Thank you, Vexen," she smiled appreciatively. The horse, Frou-frou, gave a quiet neigh, catching the woman's attention.
"Oh, of course, Frou-frou, I almost forgot," she smiled softly, approaching the old looking steed and opening up her palm, Frou-frou taking whatever was in her hands and began chewing on it.

"Aerith, uh-- may I take your parcel, Aerith?" came Vexen politely, offering out his hands. "It really is much too heavy for you, Aerith."

"Now, tut-tut, Vexen," smiled Aerith, pulling her box back away from Vexen's palms. "Don't fuss over me."

Meanwhile, the kittens, Sora and a silvery kitten with long locks of silver hair and piercing turquoise eyes were playing behind Frou-frou's legs.

"Riku, come back here," came Roxas's loving and gentle voice. "Haven't you forgotten something, darling?" Riku's ears perked up at hearing his father's call and he sat down politely infront of Frou-frou, the little red ribbon around his neck dangling down messily.

"Thank you, miss Frou-frou, for letting me ride on your back," he thanked nicely.

"You are quite welcome, young man," chuckled Frou-frou, smiling at the adorableness of Roxas's kittens. Riku smiled proudly and looked at Roxas.

"How was that, Papa?"

"Very good, darling, that was very nice," smiled Roxas, finding his own kittens to be beyond cute.

"Come along, Roxas!" called Aerith from the front door next to Vexen who was ready to close the door when the cats came inside. "Kittens, come along!" Aerith went inside before emerging again, "Oh, and Vexen, I'm expecting my attorney, Ansem the Wise. You remember him, of course." Aerith went back inside, leaving Vexen talking to himself.

"Of course, Aerith," he smiled. "How could anyone forget him?" Smiling at the thought of this man made Vexen giggle.


The sound of an old, half-broken car was sputtering loudly down the street, the backfiring engine coming closer to Aerith's Victorian mansion.
Inside was a humble old man, singing to himself.

"Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!" he sang, taking off his gloves and picking up his cane, opening the car door and stepping out. "Oh!" He gasped, slapping his back end and jumping forward, only to stumble a little and almost fall. "Oops! Not as spry as I was when I was eighty, eh?" He chuckled, walking past the iron gates and towards the front doors.

Inside the mansion, Vexen could already hear Ansem coming closer to the door. He straightened his jacket and stood tall next to the door, opening it for the old man who walked inside, still humming.

"Ah, good day, sir," greeted Vexen. "Aerith is expecting you, sir."

"Evening, evening, Vexen," Ansem greeted back himself, twirling around to let Vexen unravel his cerulean scarf for him. "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!" Taking off his old and scruffy top hat with his cane, his tossed it offside and it landed roughly on Vexen's head.

Vexen's mouth twitched in slight annoyance before he took off Ansem's hat and placed it on the hat stand next to the door.

"Oh, another ringer, sir," he smiled. "You never miss."

By now, Ansem was starting up the huge staircase, legs wobbling madly.

"Come on, Vexen! Last one up the stairs is a nincompoop,"

"Could we take the elevator this time, sir?" asked Vexen, gesturing towards the small elevator next to him.

"That bird cage?" spat Ansem. "Poppycock! Elevators are for old people. Whoops!" Slipping slightly and about to fall, Vexen ran up and caught him before he hit the marble floor.

"Oh, uh-- may I give you a hand, sir?"

"You haven't got an extra foot, have you, Vexen?" Ansem asked, eyes opening a bit wider now.

"That always makes me laugh, sir," chuckled Vexen, beginning to help Ansem up the stairs. "Yes. Every time." Vexen then tripped a little and both of them almost fell.
"Whoa!"

"Oh! Let go of my cane!" said Ansem loudly.

"Careful, sir! Oh please! I'm frightfully sorry, sir!" Vexen apologized. Ansem slipped a little more, cane hooking around Vexen's trousers, and then hooking around his pink suspenders, making Ansem slip down some more down the stairs, but still holding onto the straps of Vexen's under garments.

"Don't panic, Vexen!" called Ansem. "Upward and onward! Whee!" The straps broke and Ansem went soaring up the stairs and latched onto Vexen's back and Vexen began moving up the stairs, giving Ansem a piggy-back ride up the stairs. "Am I going too fast for you, Vexen?"

"Oh please, sir! Hold on!"


Aerith's room was very fine, filled with comfortable seating places, colors of pink, dark purple and brown covered the French victorian room.

The brunette girl was standing in front of a full length mirror - Roxas sitting on a small cushioned foot rest - a long, fuzzy pink boa around her shoulders. She was clad in wearing a beautiful, soft pink dress, which flowed around her pink high heeled shoes nicely.

"There now, Roxas," she started, messing with her hair. "That's better. We must both look our best for Ansem. He's our oldest and dearest friend, you know." Aerith ran her hand over Roxas's head, before moving down his back.
Roxas meowed back at Aerith with a sort of smile, before his ears perked up suddenly when a knock at the door reached his ears.

"Come in," said Aerith.

The doors squeaked open and Vexen stepped in, panting, his clothes slightly messed up.

"Announcing..." he panted, his trousers falling down, giving a free eye of his striped under garments before pulling them quickly back up. "Monsieur... Ansem... the Wise!"

Ansem walked in with his cane, wobbling all the way inside, the three kittens playing around his ankles.

"Oh, my goodness, Vexen. I know it's Ansem," chuckled Aerith, picking up Roxas.

"Aerith, my, my dear," Ansem started, approaching Aerith closer.

"So good to see you, Ansem," smiled Aerith, stretching out her hand for Ansem to kiss it. Mistakingly, Ansem grasped Roxas's bushy tail and kissed it softly.

"Ah, still the softest hands in all of Paris, eh?" Ansem said, while Roxas smiled and covered his mouth with a paw.

"You're a shameless flatterer, Ansem," Aerith noted, smiling herself.

Music played from an old pate-phone and coming out of it was Habanera from Carmen, Riku spinning the hand of the pate-phone.

"Aerith, that, that music," Ansem said, blue eyes widening. "It's from Carmen, isn't it?"

"That's right," Aerith replied. "It was my favorite role."

"Yes, yes!" Ansem responded enthusiastically. "It was the night of your grand premiere that we first met, remember?"

"Oh, indeed I do," Aerith said, stroking Roxas's back.

"And how we celebrated your success! Champagne, dancing the night away!" Ansem sighed at the memory, beginning to dance, humming the tune from Carmen. Then without warning, he took Aerith into the dance as well, doing a tango with her across the pink carpeted floor, Roxas sitting on Aerith's shoulder, Namine and Sora playing around their legs.
Riku was spinning on the vinyl disk, hopping over the needle at each turn gracefully, until he fell, the needle scratching the disk and Riku gave a slight yelp at what he had done, and the music began to go slower.

"Oh!" Aerith gasped with a smile, glancing at Riku. Ansem was still dancing but in the same rhythm as the music - which was incredibly slow. "Thank goodness, just in time."
Aerith sat down on the nearby sofa, quite tired.
"Ah, Ansem, we're just a pair of sentimental fools..."

Ansem was still dancing, however, humming the song happily.

"Now, Ansem, do be serious," Aerith spoke. "I've asked you to come here on a very important legal matter."

"Wha--" sputtered Ansem, stopping his dancing. "Oh! Splendid! Splendid!" He made his way over to a nearby desk, taking forever to get over there. "Who do you want me to sue, eh?" Laughed Ansem as he sat down in the large chair behind the desk.

"Oh, come now, Ansem, I don't wish you to sue anyone," said Aerith firmly. "I simply want to make my will."

Ansem paused for a moment, reaching into his large coat pocket and removing a pair of full-moon spectacles and placing them on his face, making his eyes look twice as large than they should. He then got out a pen, taking off the cap with a squeak then placing it on the bottom with another squeak.

"Now, then, who are the beneficiaries?" he asked seriously.

"Well, as you know, I have no living relatives," started Aerith. And as she spoke, Vexen was able to hear it, for a long, golden hose in the wall that stopped into Vexen's room, where he was ironing his pants.
"And naturally, I want my beloved cats to be always cared for. And certainly no one can do this better than my faithful servant, Vexen."

Vexen approached the hose, listening quite intently.

"Vexen?" came Ansem's voice. "Aerith, you mean to say you're leaving your vast fortune to Vexen? Everything you possess? Stock and bonds? This-- this mansion? Your country chateau?"
The entire time Ansem spoke, Vexen celebrated quietly, hopping up on one foot to the other gleefully and sending kisses to the listening hose.
"Your art treasures, jewels, and--"

"No, no, no, Ansem," correct Aerith. "To my cats."

"To your cats?"

"Cats?" gasped Vexen.

"Yes, Ansem. I simply wish to have the cats inherit first. Then, at the end of their life span, my entire estate will revert to Vexen."

"Cats inherit first!" exclaimed Vexen, leaning down below the hose. "And I come after cats. I, me, after-- no. It's not fair!" Standing back up quickly, his head hit the bottom of the listening hose. "I mean, each cat will live about twelve years. I can't wait. And each cat has nine lives, that's... four times...twelve multiplied by nine times..." Vexen said, thinking as hard as he could in his mind. "No it's less than that. Anyway, it's much longer that I'd ever live. I'll be gone..." He whimpered, holding his pants in his palms, before a wicked grin crossed his mouth.

"No. Oh, no. They'll be gone. I'll think of a way! Why, there are a million reasons why I should! All of them dollars. Millions." He sighed dreamily for a moment, thinking about how much money he'd get, stepping one leg into his trousers. "Those cats have got to go!" Then he pushed his other leg in the second leg hole, only to hear a loud rip from his pants, tearing them terribly...



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