Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Kitten ❯ Chapter 02 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
First of all, thanks for all those reviews. The summer semester has started, and with my job it has become quite stressful. I'll try my best to update as often as possible. ^_^
I wasn't sure at the beginning in what kind of world I'll put the characters into, and how the nekos would look like in detail, so I simply postponed the decision. I've seen quite some fanart with GW character as nekos, some more human, some more animalistic. And I've read quite a few neko fics where humans or other kinds of half human creatures were also present.
But now I've come to the conclusion that I like it a little more simple. There will no humans or other half humans, only nekos. Otherwise I might get confused sooner or later.
Considering the amount of work I have to do per day (just my job and the university stuff *groans*), this might actually happen. The last weeks often found me working on my laptop, from 10 am to 7 pm, my face sporting an interesting yellow/green colour. (According to my father at least, whose business I'm taking over, partially at least, `cause his blood pressure is on a record level and he has difficulties remembering things. He took long walks with our dog, getting an amazing tan. And me? Pale like a ghost, shadows beneath my eyes looking like death warmed over… )
Ok, back to the nekos. In my fic they live in a society similar to our own, but I'll keep the right to alter anything I want the way I like it. If I need any more characters, I might use some of other animes instead of inventing them. I would probably take some of Gravitation, Weiss Kreuz, Yu-Gi-Oh, Yami No Matsuei and/or Earthian. Depending on what I'll need. How do you guys think about that? Any preferences?
About their looks, well, they have of course those pointed cat ears, and a tail. I wasn't sure about the claws, since in certain … ahm … situations I assume they could be rather painful. So I think it's best if their claws can come out if they want them to, like those of real cats, otherwise their hands look pretty normal. But in the end … do it like I do … envision them the way you like them best.
And about the scent, I like them helpless against their hormones. ^_~
Oh, about the dolphin's. I was informed that apparently they prefer rubbing against each other. But since I read that thing with the breathing hole in a rather official article in a newspaper, there might be some dolphins that like trying out different positions. Dolphin Karma Sutra …for gay dolphins … I think I'll stop right here. ^_^''
Read and enjoy! And after that … review!!!!!
Kitten:
Chapter 02:
They were doomed. The world was coming to an end. It had only needed one call and Zechs knew the apocalypse had begun.
Treize took the day off.
OFF.
Like not going to work.
…
Treize Kushrenada and day off in one sentence.
On a week day.
A working day. No holiday, no birthday, no nothing…
Screw the plagues, floods and earthquakes. This was of more enormous proportions than all the other stuff.
Maybe he was ill, sick, dying? Should Zechs go there alone first or immediately call the ambulance.
Or the guy had lost it finally. All the loneliness, the unwanted sexual advances, especially from the females who couldn't get it in their heads that they hit on a gay guy. (1)
Zechs had nearly dropped his cell when he heard the secretary's answer. Poor guy, he seemed completely at a loss what to do without his boss for the first time since he took the job.
`Maybe I should take `Fei with me. He always has such a calming effect on him.' Thinking about his mate who had threatened him with castration if he interrupted his studies today … again …
`Or maybe not.' Zechs sighed deeply and eyed the door to their library. `I'll just visit Treize for a bit, see what's going on. Maybe I'm allowed in there after that'
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Heero stared with large eyes at the amount of food the tall ginger haired neko was preparing in the kitchen. Well, the kitchen itself was in the small breeder's opinion more like a temple, large and clean and white and so nice. A food temple... He smiled. He kinda liked the idea. He wouldn't have minded to explore it a little, like the rest of this house. But he wasn't sure how the tall sire in front of him would react to his scrutiny. The only sires he knew so far were very short tempered.
He slowly lifted his nose a bit, taking in the exotic smells wafting towards him. He was currently perched on a chair near the kitchen counter, carefully wrapped in a very soft blanket. He felt so much better after only a night in this house. The presence of the other neko was so calming and reassuring. And the nights in this area were so quiet, undisturbed by screams and sirens like the area he grew up in.
He didn't quite understand why he trusted this strange man, but he didn't even think about escaping. Were to anyways? Sure, sooner or later he would be shown the door. He could be merely an amusement for the rich neko, he had heard that rich people found amusement in the strangest things. He only wanted to enjoy this kind of life a little bit, even if he would pay dearly.
The ginger haired man turned his head, smiling warmly at the little kitten watching him with large blue eyes. He picked up a piece of orange and offered it to the little one.
“Wanna try? It should be good.”
Slowly, not breaking eye contact, Heero opened his mouth and accepted the offering. Sweetness invaded his taste buds, and he closed his eyes in delight. He felt the large hand stroking his head, tenderly massaging the base of his ear. He started to purr, leaning into the touch. He heard a deep chuckle, and the hand left him, resuming in its former task of preparing a nice lunch for the two of them.
He gazed upwards again, and suddenly a thought occurred to him.
“What's your name?”
Light blue eyes shifted towards him, and the man leaned closer to him, smiling.
“I'm …”
“…TREIZE!” A voice boomed from the outside.
Heero jumped, suddenly afraid. He didn't like shouts. Shouts were not good. Bad things happened when people were shouting. He dived under the nearest table, keeping an eye on the direction the voice had come from. He heard a door slamming, footsteps coming nearer.
“Hey, little one? Are you ok?” Treize bent down, looking worried at the shaking neko beneath his kitchen table. He even looked adorable in his fright, still wrapped in the big blue blanked, only the dark pointed ears and the wild mop of hair peeking out, along with those startling large blue eyes. The little ones tail lashing nervously behind him.
“It's fine, it's just a friend of mine. He is harmless.”
“Hey, Treize. What are you doing beneath that table? Dropped something?” A curious voice sounded from behind the kneeling sire. A little annoyed the tall man turned around, standing up in the process, glaring at his friend.
“Would you keep it down, Zechs? It is not polite to shout at other people's homes. Can I help you in any way?”
The last line was uttered in a rather biting tone. The blond neko blinked in surprise, a little startled at his friend's reaction. “Well, sorry. Here I am, worried for your health after hearing you took your first day of since, well, ever, and you have nothing better to do than snapping to me. And you call me impolite.” He grinned winningly at his friend, who frowned in response.
Treize sighed heavily. As much as he liked his childhood friend, he was frightening his kitten, who had not reappeared from his hiding place. He could feel his protective streak rising within him again. Heero was his, and he needed quite and care, not a boisterous loudmouthed noble making him nervous.
“Do I need to call Fei to get rid of you?”
Zechs looked actually a bit taken aback by this comment. His friend was usually not so easily annoyed by his manners. He was about to answer when his something tickled his senses. Carefully he sniffed the air, frowning. Slowly he crouched down, looking beneath the very table, Treize nearly had been crawling under when he arrived.
Slanted blue eyes were returning his stare with fright, while his face was completely blank. The boy had a to be partially Asian, despite his eyes. He was wrapped tightly in a blue blanked, trembling slightly.
“Uhm. Treize? There is a boy beneath your table.
Treize groaned and rolled his eyes. “Oh, really? Hey, how about you going into the living room so I can get him out of there?”
Zechs nodded dumbly, got up and, finally, left the room. Treize crouched down again, smiling kindly to the shaking bundle underneath his table.
Heero was feeling a little hysteric at the moment. He wasn't shaken that easy, normally, but he was in foreign territory, surrounded by titans. Gods, what did they feed the people around here. That long haired blonde stranger was huge, even kneeling you could see this. And built like a fighter. So was Treize, but somehow Heero found the ginger haired sire's strength comforting. Startled he looked into the man's eyes again, after the stranger left. Calming down slowly while listening to the soft comforting voice.
“He won't harm you, little one. He is an old friend of mine. He just came over to look after me, he isn't dangerous. Come here little one, I'm gonna take care of you. You can't stay there all day.”
After a moment of hesitation the Japanese neko slowly crawled closer, taking the blanket with him. He gave into the sudden urge to lean against the larger male, and as soon as his cheek touched the broad chest, strong arms wrapped around him and he was lifted up. Carefully he was carried upwards, into the green room, as he called it himself, and he felt most of his muscles relax as the smell of the older sire wafted around him. Carefully he was tucked into the soft bed, feeling suddenly awfully sleepy.
Treize's face came closer, and that wonderful strong hand was again petting his head, paying special attention to his sensitive ears. He yawned, blinking tiredly at the softly smiling man, a deep purr again rumbling within his chest.
“Go to sleep, little one. I'm taking care of Zechs, and then I'll finish preparing our lunch. I'll fetch you when everything is ready, ok?” He got a sleepy nod in response and gave into the urge to kiss his kittens forehead.
Before he got up and left, he heard a soft mumble emanating from the small neko.
“Heero.”
“What?”
“M'name. Heero.” Blue eyes closed, giving in to exhaustion.
Treize smiled again. “Goodnight, Heero.”
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That's it for now. Next time, talking time for Treize and Zechsy. Please tell me if I get a little overboard with describing Heero as cute and adorable and so on. After all in this fic he is not a trained assassin, and later on I'll describe why he is the way it is.
I just like stories with one being strong and tender, and the other one small and kawaii. Well, I also like other kind of stories, where for example both are equal in strength, or the smaller one is dominate, but well, not with 13x1. I hope you don't mind. ^_^
(1) Not abnormal in the Neko society, there are breeders after all. There are females, but not so many of them.
(2) Congrats to everybody who guessed it. Sorry to all Duo fans. I love 2x1 fanfics, but there are so few 13x1 fics (I only know one! A one- shot! *cries*). I plan (more like dream) on writing several GW fics, most of them with Heero as the cute uke he is. And I'll include Treize as often as I can. Not always paired up with Heero, but also with the other pilots. My problem isn't inventing stories with them, it's writing them down, especially the way I want. (Especially not with my parents breathing down my neck, asking what I was doing. That was the end of some quite kinky lemons, by the way. Just can't keep up the mood after that.)