Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Kitten ❯ Chapter 01 ( Chapter 1 )

Ok, I'm back again, with the first chappie. I hope you like it.

 

Kitten:

Chapter 01:

 

He parked his car in the driveway, too tired to care for the garage. Today had been hell, successful, but hell. Not enough that he was constantly under high pressure as owner and CEO of a quite successful company, but also a very sought after bachelor. It seemed that his ancestors had left him some quite formidable genes, which most neko breeders found to be quite an aphrodisiac (1), and made it sometimes harassing for him to do the most simple things, like finding a capable secretary.

 

His light brown ears twitched in annoyance. It was just so typical. If something was dropped into your lap you couldn't cherish it, but if you had to fight for it, it was the most important thing. Or maybe it was because he hadn't found the one who was his aphrodisiac.

 

With a weary sight he entered the kitchen, preparing himself a large glass of ice water, looking out of the window into his backyard, swallowing slowly. Suddenly he blinked. He put his put his now half empty glass down and got closer to the window. His eyes were formidable at night, and his senses were on overload due to the full moon.

 

Slowly and carefully he glided towards the backyard door, opening it carefully. Using all the stealth techniques he knew he edged closer to the figure lying beneath his bushes, only to realise that it wouldn't have been necessary. The youth lying beneath his bushes was cold out it seemed.

 

He took his time to take a closer look at the young neko sleeping so soundly. The first thing he noticed was the poor condition of his clothing and, according to the ribs visible beneath too pale skin, the even worse condition of his health. Apart from that he had to admit that the boy was quite a good looking example of a neko breeder, soft face, chocolate brown hair wild and unruly, and pale but full lips. The man was sure that after some weeks of proper feeding the boy had to be quite a beauty.

 

The male took a deep breath, sniffing to get an even better impression of the boy. It seemed that he had yet to reach fertility, since he wasn't in heat during a full moon night. It was probably due to his poor physical condition that his body's development had been delayed. Instantly his hormones cooled down. It was a taboo to touch someone who had not reached adulthood yet.

 

And then he took a closer look at the scratches and bruises covering the boy, and he felt his instincts turn into a protective mode. The boy was still a kitten, a hurt little kitten that had been treated badly and needed some good care. And without even knowing why he slowly lifted the boy up and carried him towards the house. He might regret it, but he couldn't leave the poor thing out in the cold.

 

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He didn't want to wake up. He felt so warm and comfortable. He was lying on a soft surface, and even his body didn't hurt as much as it used to do so often. He purred and let his bare skin slide along the silken cloth beneath him …

 

He jerked awake; suddenly regaining complete awareness… he was naked. That was not right. He hadn't been caught last night, had he? Feeling no pain except for some minor injuries he could at least be sure none of those sex crazed beasts had caught him. But where was he.

 

Looking around he found himself eye to eye with a rather large, ginger haired neko. Like a deer caught in headlights he stared in the blue eyes of the man, brighter than his own Prussian ones. He felt adrenaline flooding his system, remembering the backyard, the villa. He had to be the owner. This was bad.

 

 

 

He had beautiful eyes, the man decided. During the whole time he had tended to the kitten he had wondered what kind of eyes a youth of obvious Asian descend could have. Black, like Fei's, or maybe brown? But he had never expected to be met by beautiful blue eyes, of a shade and intensity he had never encountered before. What an exotic beauty had been dropped onto his lap.

 

Suddenly the youth tensed and bolted, trying to get away from him. And instinct took over, and he tackled the kid, pinning his wrists above his head which one of his large strong hands, covering the slender body with his own muscular one, expecting the submissive to yield immediately.

 

To his enormous surprise the youth continued to struggle, unsuccessfully due to his weakened state, fighting not only his body's weakness but also his instincts. What an intriguing creature. But soon the normally dormant dominant male within him let itself be known, and with a snarl he pushed more of his weight down on the young breeder and lightly bit his neck, careful not to break skin.

 

 

 

He couldn't fight it anymore. The musky smell and the strong body above him were undeniable. He could feel his body react, and he arched his back, baring his throat to his attacker. He didn't know why his body betrayed him so. It never had before; he always had complete control of it. He mewled timidly, his breathing still hard and his heart racing, but slowly he seemed to calm down despite his fear.

 

He could feel a wet and warm tongue liking his neck, and suddenly his body relaxed and he purred. And the hand holding his wrists started to massage one of them while the other one rubbed his back in slow circles.

 

When had been the last time someone comforted him like that? He couldn't remember. It had been long ago when his breeder had died and after that … he didn't want to think about it. Just enjoy it while it lasts. It was probably just a ploy to make him relax before hurting him, but it wasn't as if he could do something against it anyways.

 

Slowly his eyes dropped and a deep voice whispered into his dark tender ears. “I won't harm you. I'll keep you save. Relax little kitten.”

 

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When he awoke the next time, the man was there again. A soft, strong hand lifting his head, and a cool glass of water was raised to his lips. While drinking in small swallows, he took in the person hovering above him. As wrong as it might be, he felt himself submitting to him, trusting him ever so slowly. Sure, the fact that his body was tired and ached dully, showing him that he had rather overdone it this time, could be another reason for his obedience.

 

After all he had been raised to be independent, free from weaknesses. Detached from petty emotions and in absolute control of his body and mind. And strangely, for the first time since …

For the first time since long ago he felt himself following his emotions again, like h ... like someone once told him.

 

“I'll get you something to eat. Please, stay in bed until I return.” The glass had been removed, the hand had softly stroked his head, and the man's deep voice made him want to purr. Damn it! He was no ones pet.

 

Yet, despite his annoyance he remained where he was, he merely set up after the large Neko left the room. His head spun for some time, as did his stomach, and he closed his eyes until everything settled down. Then he took a closer look at his surroundings.

 

He found himself in what must have been the largest bed he had ever seen. `I guess this is what they call Queen sized. While the bed sheets were made of very soft, light yellow cotton, most of the furniture was held in white. A fluffy looking, light green carped made him want to crawl out of bed and test its softness. There were also large windows, with yellow curtains, and a beautiful view to the large backyard and the area behind it.

 

The room had everything and more a Neko needed, a large wardrobe, a table, comfortable looking chairs, cupboard for books and other stuff. But everything screamed money and wealth, simple jet tasteful in appearance. And he just loved the brightness of it all. He had once … visited another wealthy house, and all he remembered was that is was very darkly furnished, making him feel like living in a tomb. Pretty much like his current domicile.

 

That brought him back to his problem at hand. What exactly did he have to expect from this stranger. He knew sooner or later he would have to go, either to jail because of trespassing, or back home. But if the latter was the case, what did the man want in return? The incidents of the night before came to his mind and he shuddered. Maybe he could get away before his situation got too difficult.

 

A soft sound at the door made him look up, watching as the man returned with a tablet, which was quickly placed onto his lap. Blinking he took in the display before him. Some bright orange liquid, probably orange juice. A plate with some scrambled eggs, toast and a bowl of soup, with lot of stuff swimming around in it. Was that smell chicken? These things looked very different from the things he used to eat, even the eggs had another, more intense yellow colour. (2)

 

“Eat, as long as it is still hot.” The man was smiling. An honest, true smile, with no obvious falsehood in it. Heero didn't know whether to be reassured or weary. His grumbling stomach persuaded him that a little trust couldn't hurt as long as he got fed. With a trembling hand he reached out for the juice and sipped slowly, carefully while the wonderful taste exploded on his taste buds. At least it felt like that to him, it must have been freshly made juice, something he had heard of but never tried before. With a content hum he reached for a little bread and eggs, trying hard to rein his hunger because he sure as hell didn't want his stomach to return the wonderful meal.

 

With a smile on his face the man watched his kitten savour the meal he hoped would help to get a bit more flesh on those ribs. Somehow he doubted that the cut boy would be leaving him anytime soon. For the first time in ages he had a reason to take some days off. Finally he had someone to take care of. His instincts made him seek someone to take care of, to share his life with. Maybe …

 

 

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(1) Well, I think there is a little explanation needed. I once had to do some research about how smell influences our sex life. Animals are actually able to smell if their partner has similar or different genes. This is important to avoid not only incest, but also inheritable diseases (you don't need to be related for that, similar genes have the same effect).

AND they can smell diseases as well, inheritable or not. So every female tries to find a mate which is as different as possible from herself when it comes to the genes. Humas have a similar ability, but we aren't aware of it. Women usually favour the smell of men that have different genetic material. Since nekos are a bit more sensitive than humans (at least in my fic) when it comes to their instincts and senses, I decided to make them more sensitive to smell. They also smell if a neko is

1.: dominant, seme and a sire;

or

2.: submissive, uke and a breeder.

Any more questions, wishes or tips? I'm open for advice.

 

A little extra info:

It has also been found out that taking the pill can raise unexpected problems. While taking the pill the body is under the impression that it is pregnant. During pregnancy women search the company of family, and men that are related to them, or at least have similar genes. See the problem? It can happen that during a relationship when the woman starts or stop taking the pill there might be fights, sometimes even the end of the relationship. (Mustn't have been true love then I guess?)

But since humans are more than just a mass of instincts, and since there is more to love than genes, it doesn't play such a big role as it might seem.

Nonetheless, I think it is interesting. I hope you don't mind sharing this little info. The other students at university seemed to find it interesting. But not as much as the part about homosexuality among animals, which I also had to research about. Imagine: Sex between two male dolphins. I can never look at Flipper the same way again, or at his breathing opening … you can guess where the seme .... The uke needs strong lungs I guess. Strange kind of a blow job.

 

(2) Actually eggs from chickens which lived naturally have often a more intense yellow colour than those of chicken held in cages. It is even noticeable when making a cake. I swear!