Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Cat's Life ❯ Filling the Cathouse ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Shinashi 
Treize uses up all his money to get his pets back again. Will there be any problems? Of course there will be!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.25.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 305 | Status: Completed
Treize uses up all his money to get his pets back again. Will there be any problems? Of course there will be!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.25.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 305 | Status: Completed
AN: More or less an information chapter. I was hoping to have it longer and with more action, but I guess not. I would cry, but I'm really happy about this original story I put out. READ AND REVIEW IT AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!
Now, to those that have read and review the previous chapter~
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Filling The Cathouse
Quatre huffed as he trailed after his master. Where Dr. Q lived, he was situated precariously atop a steep hill. Treize travelled the length of it easily, while Quatre, who's fiercest runs had been to and from town, couldn't keep up. Treize didn't seem to notice as he took longer and longer strides to get to the mansion, where many of the turned on lights were flashing off, and several windows were broken, and the items that broke them in the bushes on the side of the house.
Before they had taken this route, now nightfall, they had gone to the police station, where they retrieved several documents- contract forms. Walker had bid Treize good luck. Then they travelled back home and packed up several bags of money, two of the heavy bags Quatre carried. Treize went into Heero's room and came out with a pair of binoculars.
Now, having climbed a tree nearest one of the unobscured lighted windows, Treize looked through these binoculars, chuckling. He gave them to Quatre.
Quatre saw Dr. Q, a squat man of Wufei's descent, it looked like, chasing Dorothy around a small table. Several servants stood around uselessly with ropes and chains. Each time one of them would leap for Dorothy, she would flip away, flying to the ceiling and falling on all fours onto a vacant spot on the floor. In Full Dress, she was using all her powers to evade them. Sally was not far away from Dr. Q, laughing and pointing at him. It would seem that they would catch her too, except for the vicious-looking jar of liquid she held in her hand. Dr. Q pushed her out of the way, and some of the contents fell to the ground, burning through and making smoke rise from her feet.
The chase went on for awhile, and Quatre and Treize got comfortable in the tree.
"I'll wait until they wear him out, or chance threatening him," Treize informed Quatre, wrapping a hand around his waist. "Dr. Q will not last long."
"How much do you think they'll cost you?"
The duke shrugged. "Since he'll be worried about his life, Dr. Q will probably give them up for about a million each- Oh, there they go."
Dr. Q and his servants were backed into a corner, the squat old man holding his hands out with a pleading look on his face. Dorothy held two broadswords that she had snatched off the mantelpiece in the room they presently occupied, and Sally swung around her bottle of acid. They were both smiling.
Sally turned to get a phone, throwing it to Dr. Q. With shaking fingers the man began dialing.
"That's probably my home phone he's calling. Any minute now, Une would call me by my cell saying Q has cracked." Treize jumped down the tree and caught Quatre when he took the leap. "It's because of my training that Dorothy is able to go around like that, you must realize. That's why Une wants to train you, though you may not want to fight."
How did his master know that he had no desire to fight?
"It's in your eyes, Quatre. They have the talent, but no desire," Treize said softly, gathering Quatre about the hip again. "You're like Relena, but that's alright. I didn't really want another lethal weapon in my arsenal after all. My components might mark me too dangerous and give me more trouble than I need."
Treize's cellphone began to ring, and he answered it casually, speaking with Une briefly, before smiling broadly.
"Dr. J's willing to give up Heero and Wufei for five million each? That's a lot less than we thought he'd bargain for- he's lost his mechanical arm to Heero?" Treize laughed. "Probably caught the old man off-guard. Oh, Heero said he was asked to show his skills.What a fool J is." He bid her good-bye, stepping up to the front door and rung the doorbell.
"I'm glad," Quatre whispered, "that we can get through this without bloodshed. Without a fight."
"Don't count on that just yet, Quatre," Treize warned, and the door finally opened, a woman servant bowing low to the duke.
"Please, sir," she begged. "They are in the upstairs meeting room. You got here awfully quick."
"We were in the neighborhood," Treize said smoothly, and followed the woman up the stairs, in all his uniform, including his boots and cape. Quatre, now feeling a bit embarassed, wore nothing but a pair of shorts, blessedly following down to his knees, and a pair of sandals. Sally and Dorothy both were dressed in long robes and whistled when he walked in.
Breathing heavily while he sat in a chair, Dr. Q waved to another cushioned chair in front of him on the other side of a small table.
"I don't think I'll be staying that long," Treize said instead, "But the table will be of use," and he dropped one of the contracts there.
"Six million each," Dr. Q offered quickly, not looking at any of the other people in the room. "That's my final offer."
Treize grinned, his frightening Full Dress persona filling the room. "Are you sure that's wise? There's not much holding back my former slaves from killing you. How about we knock it down several million?"
Dorothy and Sally came forth threateningly, waving their respective weapons
Quatre, suddenly afraid, cried out, "You have the money, master! Can't we just give it to him and leave?" The poor blonde nearly wet himself as Treize's angry cornflower eyes glared at him. Somehow he was unable to look away either, frozen with the amount of anger Treize purposefully sent to him. Sally shook her head and Dorothy gave him a reassuring, yet entirely devilish smiley.
"Yea, let's do this without threats, Treize," Dr. Q smiled. "I know you have the money, and you won't kill me for nothing. I mean, aren't your pets worth five million, at least?"
In the end, Dr. Q signed the contract saying he paid six million for both. Treize left the mansion extremely irritated, and told them gruffly that they were going back to their castle to meet Dr. J. He stayed in Full Dress, veins pulsing everywhere his skin showed. Sally, Dorothy, and Quatre stayed far enough behind to be able to see Treize but not nearly near enough to be in his line of sight.
"You idiot, you should have kept your mouth shut," Sally said for the fourth time. "I bet he was betting on probably just a million, and would've got it too if you hadn't butted in."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry's not going to cut it."
"What will?"
Dorothy laughed. "Don't worry. Treize'll have your ass, literally or figuratively, before the night is out.'
They finished talking until they got back to the castle. Quatre was thoroughly exhausted by then, nearly wheezing.
"Pain is weakness leaving the body, Quatre," Sally informed him nicely, opening the door for all of them. "Man, it's quiet without everyone here."
"I can't wait to get them all back!"
"P-Pain," Quatre panted, "is pushing your body to its limits. I'm pretty sure the pain of being stabbed isn't weaknees."
"Well, aren't you clever," Dorothy answered him, looking around. "I guess Treize had gone ahead to J's. Maybe he didn't want you to interfere again. How much is J selling them for, do you know?"
"Five million."
"Oh! Hear that Sally, we're a whole million more of value than our second strongest pair."
"Who's the first strongest?" Quatre asked innocently, seating himself onto a sofa.
"Treize and Milliardo, of course! Sally, be a dear and get us some punch- and the wine too, for when Treize gets back with those two."
As they waited, Quatre asked, "Dorothy, did you always think that Treize would buy you back?"
"I thought he would wait awhile, at least, but, yea, I always believed he would come for us eventually. I even knew Sally and I would be first. Thought Heero and Wufei would be last, because that Dr. J is a shrewd old man. But if the others' powers get in the way of other people purchasing them, and they can handle any torture thrown at them, we can get good prices on them too."
"Who do you think... Who do you think would be the most trouble..."
Sally came back with the punch and wine, and Dorothy sipped a bit from her gold-rimmed teacup before answering.
"Believe it or not, I think Dekim would be the most trouble, even more than Milliardo and Relena. You see, Catherine and Trowa are both extremely rare bloods, and if you get the right ingredients, you can... what's the word..."
"Concoct," Sally said.
"Right, concoct anathemas, or detested items like crosses for demons, for them. If you can do that, they're pretty easy to handle, thus they could be really good sellers, besides to Treize. Now, Milliardo is a telekinetic and Relena can sometimes stop other magic from working, just by looking at the person, if she tried hard enough. There's nothing to battle that, so they aren't as good sellers, and their father won't be as capable of selling them, and would demand less. But since he knows Treize has an affinity towards Milliardo, he would up the price."
"When this all ends, probably with Mr. Peacecraft, Treize will have to call the price, or else he would have to pay something like twenty mil just for Milliardo, you know?" Dorothy shook her head in agreement.
"Do you think..." Quatre hesitated, not wanting to seem like a coward, but unable to hide the question. "Do you think anyone will be hurt because of this?"
"Probably. Maybe the others are being tortured right now. All the masters will call in about a week and show Treize his bloodied and battered former slaves, and Treize would be forced to buy a few at crazy prices."
"I think the price is the least of his worries, even though he got mad at me before," Quatre said confidentally. "They won't kill any of them, will they?"
"Can't guarantee that," Sally whispered. "They might kill one to show how serious they are about the price on the other. For example, kill Relena so that he could sell Milliardo for just about any price possible."
Dorothy ruffled Quatre's blond hair. "I don't think any of those other masters are that stupid to vitalize Treize's wrath so needlessly like that, hm?"
Sally and Dorothy stopped drinking their drinks at exactly the same time, looking towards the steel door that was usually barred shut, but was now left slightly ajar. Sally, with her bottle of acid and Dorothy's broadswords out, they were ready to fight at that exact moment.Quatre was dumbfounded beside them, also staring at the door but couldn't place anything peculiar about it. Then he heard the hurried steps of many feet, before Treize bashed past the door, carrying a nude Wufei and Heero, both heavily wounded from many deep cuts and stabs, and Wufei was holding tight a bullet wound in his thigh.
Treize quickly shut the door, bolted it, laughing out loud, as loud as he could with the contract in his mouth. On the other side bullets tried to pierce through the door to no avail. Eventually these sounds stopped, and the persecutors left.
"Savvy!" he shouted for Sally, setting Heero and Wufei down gingerly and taking the contract out of his mouth. "Heal them. Lady!"
Une was there in such a short time, Quatre realized that one of her powers must be supersonic speed. She held two guns in her hands, completely naked, except for the robe around her arm.
"Well, aren't you prepared, Lady? Don't worry, there's no danger here at the moment. Just wanted to tell you that I got these two for free," Treize grinned, shaking his contract, "By contract."
"What happened?" Lady said, alarmed, looking all over Treize for signs of wounds. "How in the world did you get them free? They won't come back will there?"
"Probably," Treize said nonchalantly, smile beguiling the worries from Une. "J bet the contracts that I couldn't get away from his guards, which were surrounding me, but they didn't know about Wufei's pyrokinesis. After he burned through most of them, and getting shot in the process, we had to fight a bit because he burned out. We broke through, running down the halls at the fastest pace possible, which wasn't very much since they were both injured, so I opted to carry them, and finally we made it here. And now they're healed, and we can go to sleep."
"That is such good news, Your Excellency, but there are some pressing matters at hand."
"You worry to much, Lady."
"Sir," Lady said seriously, "Lord Peacecraft is opting to to sell Milliardo and Relena as soon as possible, but would sell them both to you for thirty million."
"Fine, we'll get them tomorrow."
"Sir! That's half your money. Are you sure you'll be able to afford it and still get the others back?"
Treize laughed. "Of course not, but remember, there are other fights and they are greedy men. Everything's going to be all right- what about the others?"
"Word from Noin's uncle says he'll sell her for three, Howard has said his master would give up Duo and Hilde for an uncompromising five each, but Dekim hasn't said anything all." Une frowned. "I think he's waiting for the auction day, but by then everyone else would have sold the slaves."
Treize yawned. "Well, that's that in a nutshell. We won't worry about it anymore tonight."
But when they went to bed that night, in their separate rooms, Quatre couldn't help worrying about Trowa. What if Treize ran out of money before they could get him back? What if the old men decided on another loophole to get their slaves back? What if Dekim has already sold Trowa and Catherine to someone else? These thoughts crashed back and forth in Quatre's head, and he had a restless sleep.
Now, to those that have read and review the previous chapter~
Seer Vixion: You're the only one who had reviewed. So thank you. XD Sorry that he isn't alone for long. XD
Filling The Cathouse
Quatre huffed as he trailed after his master. Where Dr. Q lived, he was situated precariously atop a steep hill. Treize travelled the length of it easily, while Quatre, who's fiercest runs had been to and from town, couldn't keep up. Treize didn't seem to notice as he took longer and longer strides to get to the mansion, where many of the turned on lights were flashing off, and several windows were broken, and the items that broke them in the bushes on the side of the house.
Before they had taken this route, now nightfall, they had gone to the police station, where they retrieved several documents- contract forms. Walker had bid Treize good luck. Then they travelled back home and packed up several bags of money, two of the heavy bags Quatre carried. Treize went into Heero's room and came out with a pair of binoculars.
Now, having climbed a tree nearest one of the unobscured lighted windows, Treize looked through these binoculars, chuckling. He gave them to Quatre.
Quatre saw Dr. Q, a squat man of Wufei's descent, it looked like, chasing Dorothy around a small table. Several servants stood around uselessly with ropes and chains. Each time one of them would leap for Dorothy, she would flip away, flying to the ceiling and falling on all fours onto a vacant spot on the floor. In Full Dress, she was using all her powers to evade them. Sally was not far away from Dr. Q, laughing and pointing at him. It would seem that they would catch her too, except for the vicious-looking jar of liquid she held in her hand. Dr. Q pushed her out of the way, and some of the contents fell to the ground, burning through and making smoke rise from her feet.
The chase went on for awhile, and Quatre and Treize got comfortable in the tree.
"I'll wait until they wear him out, or chance threatening him," Treize informed Quatre, wrapping a hand around his waist. "Dr. Q will not last long."
"How much do you think they'll cost you?"
The duke shrugged. "Since he'll be worried about his life, Dr. Q will probably give them up for about a million each- Oh, there they go."
Dr. Q and his servants were backed into a corner, the squat old man holding his hands out with a pleading look on his face. Dorothy held two broadswords that she had snatched off the mantelpiece in the room they presently occupied, and Sally swung around her bottle of acid. They were both smiling.
Sally turned to get a phone, throwing it to Dr. Q. With shaking fingers the man began dialing.
"That's probably my home phone he's calling. Any minute now, Une would call me by my cell saying Q has cracked." Treize jumped down the tree and caught Quatre when he took the leap. "It's because of my training that Dorothy is able to go around like that, you must realize. That's why Une wants to train you, though you may not want to fight."
How did his master know that he had no desire to fight?
"It's in your eyes, Quatre. They have the talent, but no desire," Treize said softly, gathering Quatre about the hip again. "You're like Relena, but that's alright. I didn't really want another lethal weapon in my arsenal after all. My components might mark me too dangerous and give me more trouble than I need."
Treize's cellphone began to ring, and he answered it casually, speaking with Une briefly, before smiling broadly.
"Dr. J's willing to give up Heero and Wufei for five million each? That's a lot less than we thought he'd bargain for- he's lost his mechanical arm to Heero?" Treize laughed. "Probably caught the old man off-guard. Oh, Heero said he was asked to show his skills.What a fool J is." He bid her good-bye, stepping up to the front door and rung the doorbell.
"I'm glad," Quatre whispered, "that we can get through this without bloodshed. Without a fight."
"Don't count on that just yet, Quatre," Treize warned, and the door finally opened, a woman servant bowing low to the duke.
"Please, sir," she begged. "They are in the upstairs meeting room. You got here awfully quick."
"We were in the neighborhood," Treize said smoothly, and followed the woman up the stairs, in all his uniform, including his boots and cape. Quatre, now feeling a bit embarassed, wore nothing but a pair of shorts, blessedly following down to his knees, and a pair of sandals. Sally and Dorothy both were dressed in long robes and whistled when he walked in.
Breathing heavily while he sat in a chair, Dr. Q waved to another cushioned chair in front of him on the other side of a small table.
"I don't think I'll be staying that long," Treize said instead, "But the table will be of use," and he dropped one of the contracts there.
"Six million each," Dr. Q offered quickly, not looking at any of the other people in the room. "That's my final offer."
Treize grinned, his frightening Full Dress persona filling the room. "Are you sure that's wise? There's not much holding back my former slaves from killing you. How about we knock it down several million?"
Dorothy and Sally came forth threateningly, waving their respective weapons
Quatre, suddenly afraid, cried out, "You have the money, master! Can't we just give it to him and leave?" The poor blonde nearly wet himself as Treize's angry cornflower eyes glared at him. Somehow he was unable to look away either, frozen with the amount of anger Treize purposefully sent to him. Sally shook her head and Dorothy gave him a reassuring, yet entirely devilish smiley.
"Yea, let's do this without threats, Treize," Dr. Q smiled. "I know you have the money, and you won't kill me for nothing. I mean, aren't your pets worth five million, at least?"
In the end, Dr. Q signed the contract saying he paid six million for both. Treize left the mansion extremely irritated, and told them gruffly that they were going back to their castle to meet Dr. J. He stayed in Full Dress, veins pulsing everywhere his skin showed. Sally, Dorothy, and Quatre stayed far enough behind to be able to see Treize but not nearly near enough to be in his line of sight.
"You idiot, you should have kept your mouth shut," Sally said for the fourth time. "I bet he was betting on probably just a million, and would've got it too if you hadn't butted in."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry's not going to cut it."
"What will?"
Dorothy laughed. "Don't worry. Treize'll have your ass, literally or figuratively, before the night is out.'
They finished talking until they got back to the castle. Quatre was thoroughly exhausted by then, nearly wheezing.
"Pain is weakness leaving the body, Quatre," Sally informed him nicely, opening the door for all of them. "Man, it's quiet without everyone here."
"I can't wait to get them all back!"
"P-Pain," Quatre panted, "is pushing your body to its limits. I'm pretty sure the pain of being stabbed isn't weaknees."
"Well, aren't you clever," Dorothy answered him, looking around. "I guess Treize had gone ahead to J's. Maybe he didn't want you to interfere again. How much is J selling them for, do you know?"
"Five million."
"Oh! Hear that Sally, we're a whole million more of value than our second strongest pair."
"Who's the first strongest?" Quatre asked innocently, seating himself onto a sofa.
"Treize and Milliardo, of course! Sally, be a dear and get us some punch- and the wine too, for when Treize gets back with those two."
As they waited, Quatre asked, "Dorothy, did you always think that Treize would buy you back?"
"I thought he would wait awhile, at least, but, yea, I always believed he would come for us eventually. I even knew Sally and I would be first. Thought Heero and Wufei would be last, because that Dr. J is a shrewd old man. But if the others' powers get in the way of other people purchasing them, and they can handle any torture thrown at them, we can get good prices on them too."
"Who do you think... Who do you think would be the most trouble..."
Sally came back with the punch and wine, and Dorothy sipped a bit from her gold-rimmed teacup before answering.
"Believe it or not, I think Dekim would be the most trouble, even more than Milliardo and Relena. You see, Catherine and Trowa are both extremely rare bloods, and if you get the right ingredients, you can... what's the word..."
"Concoct," Sally said.
"Right, concoct anathemas, or detested items like crosses for demons, for them. If you can do that, they're pretty easy to handle, thus they could be really good sellers, besides to Treize. Now, Milliardo is a telekinetic and Relena can sometimes stop other magic from working, just by looking at the person, if she tried hard enough. There's nothing to battle that, so they aren't as good sellers, and their father won't be as capable of selling them, and would demand less. But since he knows Treize has an affinity towards Milliardo, he would up the price."
"When this all ends, probably with Mr. Peacecraft, Treize will have to call the price, or else he would have to pay something like twenty mil just for Milliardo, you know?" Dorothy shook her head in agreement.
"Do you think..." Quatre hesitated, not wanting to seem like a coward, but unable to hide the question. "Do you think anyone will be hurt because of this?"
"Probably. Maybe the others are being tortured right now. All the masters will call in about a week and show Treize his bloodied and battered former slaves, and Treize would be forced to buy a few at crazy prices."
"I think the price is the least of his worries, even though he got mad at me before," Quatre said confidentally. "They won't kill any of them, will they?"
"Can't guarantee that," Sally whispered. "They might kill one to show how serious they are about the price on the other. For example, kill Relena so that he could sell Milliardo for just about any price possible."
Dorothy ruffled Quatre's blond hair. "I don't think any of those other masters are that stupid to vitalize Treize's wrath so needlessly like that, hm?"
Sally and Dorothy stopped drinking their drinks at exactly the same time, looking towards the steel door that was usually barred shut, but was now left slightly ajar. Sally, with her bottle of acid and Dorothy's broadswords out, they were ready to fight at that exact moment.Quatre was dumbfounded beside them, also staring at the door but couldn't place anything peculiar about it. Then he heard the hurried steps of many feet, before Treize bashed past the door, carrying a nude Wufei and Heero, both heavily wounded from many deep cuts and stabs, and Wufei was holding tight a bullet wound in his thigh.
Treize quickly shut the door, bolted it, laughing out loud, as loud as he could with the contract in his mouth. On the other side bullets tried to pierce through the door to no avail. Eventually these sounds stopped, and the persecutors left.
"Savvy!" he shouted for Sally, setting Heero and Wufei down gingerly and taking the contract out of his mouth. "Heal them. Lady!"
Une was there in such a short time, Quatre realized that one of her powers must be supersonic speed. She held two guns in her hands, completely naked, except for the robe around her arm.
"Well, aren't you prepared, Lady? Don't worry, there's no danger here at the moment. Just wanted to tell you that I got these two for free," Treize grinned, shaking his contract, "By contract."
"What happened?" Lady said, alarmed, looking all over Treize for signs of wounds. "How in the world did you get them free? They won't come back will there?"
"Probably," Treize said nonchalantly, smile beguiling the worries from Une. "J bet the contracts that I couldn't get away from his guards, which were surrounding me, but they didn't know about Wufei's pyrokinesis. After he burned through most of them, and getting shot in the process, we had to fight a bit because he burned out. We broke through, running down the halls at the fastest pace possible, which wasn't very much since they were both injured, so I opted to carry them, and finally we made it here. And now they're healed, and we can go to sleep."
"That is such good news, Your Excellency, but there are some pressing matters at hand."
"You worry to much, Lady."
"Sir," Lady said seriously, "Lord Peacecraft is opting to to sell Milliardo and Relena as soon as possible, but would sell them both to you for thirty million."
"Fine, we'll get them tomorrow."
"Sir! That's half your money. Are you sure you'll be able to afford it and still get the others back?"
Treize laughed. "Of course not, but remember, there are other fights and they are greedy men. Everything's going to be all right- what about the others?"
"Word from Noin's uncle says he'll sell her for three, Howard has said his master would give up Duo and Hilde for an uncompromising five each, but Dekim hasn't said anything all." Une frowned. "I think he's waiting for the auction day, but by then everyone else would have sold the slaves."
Treize yawned. "Well, that's that in a nutshell. We won't worry about it anymore tonight."
But when they went to bed that night, in their separate rooms, Quatre couldn't help worrying about Trowa. What if Treize ran out of money before they could get him back? What if the old men decided on another loophole to get their slaves back? What if Dekim has already sold Trowa and Catherine to someone else? These thoughts crashed back and forth in Quatre's head, and he had a restless sleep.