Neko Heero: Stress Reliever

Quatre, What Should I Do?

Author: White Destiny

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Gundam Wing and probably never will! It's owned by Bandai, ANB, and Sunrise! And to other companies not mentioned here, well then sorry! You guys are just too small to remember! -_-;;;

Warnings: 1x2, 3x4, Yaoi, AU, FLUFF!!! ^____^

Author's Notes: I got this idea from watching SpongeBob SquarePants. The specific episode from which I got the idea from was the one where SpongeBob was trying to wash Gary and the pet refused to go into the bathtub. Well, this fic will lead up to that with Heero being the pet. BUT, I assure you, this will NOT be 2x1 and remain STRICTLY 1x2! I have my ways of keeping it that way. :P And maybe, if I feel up to it, I'll write a 1x2 lemon for this in the end. Mwuhahaha, but that will not be up at ff.net because of its restrictions.

Now, on with the show!

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Duo was walking around in a frustrated mood in his apartment. He would pace around and mumble to himself about all the things in his life while making fierce gesticulations to the air. He would go on about his professors at Wing University, his crappy job at the shoe store downtown, all his failed relationships with the ladies, and so on, and so on; all these being the reasons for his acquired frustration. I've gotta do something about this, he thought, while finally standing still and fingering his long, golden brown braid with slim, slightly tanned fingers. He slowly made his way over to his small U-shaped kitchen from his place in the dining room. He then leaned his black, shiny leather clad legs on to the simple, oak cabinets underneath the white kitchen counter top. He sighed exasperatedly and continued leaning forward to rest his elbows on the white surface to prop up his chin with his hands. He ran some solutions through his mind and his face lightened up when he found one of his many ideas to be satisfactory.

I know, he excitedly thought, I'll call Quatre for ideas!

And so with that, he quickly walked to his portable VidCom to make use of his "brilliant" idea.

He sat on his couch with his VidCom on his lap and dialed Quatre's number. The connection line beeped twice before the VidCom's screen blinked open to show a gentle looking teenager, soon to be twenty, with light blond hair. The blond-haired teenager's face turned to one of delight when he recognized that it was Duo who contacted him via the VidCom. "Hello, Duo!" the teenager greeted happily. Duo waved in response and said his own cheerful hello. "How are you, Duo?" Quatre asked with a pleasant smile on his face.

Duo stared at Quatre on the VidCom's screen for a moment and then sent his gaze downwards toward the keypad tangent to the screen. He looked at the keypad for a while longer and said, "I'm okay, it's just that I've been really stressed is all, lately." He looked back up to see Quatre with a worried look on his face and he himself put on a smile, but a tired one to reassure his friend.

Quatre continued to look at Duo on the screen. "School getting to you?" he asked with knowing eyes.

Duo smiled with a cheesy grin and replied, "Yeah, it's really getting annoying right now!" Quatre agreed whole-heartedly, knowing how it was since they attended the same university. Duo continued, getting into ranting mode: "I mean, this is our second year at Wing and I just can't take any more of this 'learning'!" He made his "valid" point with a heated poke to his other palm in front of the screen. "Remember when I told you that I was tired of all this education crap in high school? I'd just continue ranting on and on, oblivious to the fact that I was ranting-"

"Like you're doing now, Duo?" Quatre suggested politely, amused by his friend's antics.

"Oh, that hurt, Q," Duo said melodramatically. "But that's not the point," he quickly added with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "The point is," pausing for suspense, "is that ..."

"Yes, Duo?" Quatre asked with a truly puzzled face.

"Is that... I'm kinda lonely sometimes in my apartment," Duo finally let out, pouting like a little child, making Quatre chuckle at the sight. "It's not funny, Q..." Duo said, still pouting.

"I'm sorry, Duo," Quatre apologized, still gently laughing. "It's just that you made absolutely no sense with your rant there." He smiled good-naturedly at Duo.

The long-haired teenager's features lifted up from a pout and was replaced with a pleasant smile of his own. "Yeah, I guess my rants really never make sense from beginning to end."

Quatre kept his smile on his face while thinking of solutions for his friend to relieve the loneliness. He was suddenly startled by an unexpected weight pawing at his lap. A quick, but yet high potential, solution clicked in his head and he looked to the screen with great enthusiasm. "Duo, Duo!" he called gleefully to get the said boy's attention.

"Huh?" Duo replied, dumbfounded. Duo looked at the screen and saw a cat-looking form sitting on Quatre's lap. Quatre was sitting in the same position as himself and the form was in plain view to him. Duo stared at the "cat" some more and realized that it didn't really look like a cat at all. It actually looked like a tiny child with clothes and hair and all but had the pointed ears and tail like a cat's, but that was where the physical similarities ended. Duo scrunched his nose up in a puzzled look and pointed to the screen and asked, "Uh... Quatre, what is 'that'?"

"Why," Quatre started, "this will be your problem solver," he added, in a resolute tone.

"You got 'that' for me!?" Duo shouted, shocked and wary of the weird looking animal .

"Well, no..." Quatre replied, "this is my own neko-"

"Neko is its name?" Duo asked, perplexed, yet relieved that he wouldn't be carrying home what Quatre had in his lap.

"No, no, no..." Quatre answered, mentally weary. A moment longer, while gently petting his neko, he said, "Neko is the name of the kind of animal. My neko's name is Trowa," and smiled brightly down at his own little charge.

"Ohhh..." Duo replied, finally getting it. "So, you're saying that I should get one of these neko things?"

"Yes, Duo," Quatre said, rolling his eyes in a playful manner while still petting Trowa.

Duo thought about where he could get himself a neko and asked, "Yo, Quatre, where can I get one?"

"Well, it's by the place you work so it's pretty close," Quatre answered. He thought about his schedule and realized that he had nothing else planned later so then he suggested, " Duo, you have nothing else planned today do you?" Duo shook his head slowly in response. "How about we meet up at the shoe store and walk down to the Pet Shoppe to take a look at those nekos?"

Duo smiled brightly at the idea and agreed to meet Quatre at the shoe store in ten minutes. They said their happy goodbyes and both hung up their lines on the VidCom.

Duo walked over to his front door and grabbed his black, shiny leather jacket off the tiny hooks near the door. While opening the door to let himself out, he paused and thought, I wonder what my neko will look like, and gently shut and locked his door.

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Well, that's the first chapter of Neko Heero: Stress Reliever! I will assure you that THIS fanfic will be finished! Actually, the chapters for this fanfic will be coming out quickly because I actually know where this one will be going. ^_^;;; So, maybe tomorrow or the day after that the next chapter will be up! :D

I really like this one because Heero's going to be SO cute! And if I didn't explain the neko clearly enough, which I'm sure I didn't, there's a picture of Neko Heero at http://www.geocities.com/yaoiheaven/bunny12.html! So cuuute! :D And don't ask me why Neko Heero would have cat ears and then have human ears, but that's what the nekos in this story will look like! Well, varying by the character, you know? They're not ALL going to look like Heero! :P~~~ As much as I would like them too... *faints*

PLEASE REVIEW OR SOMETHING! :D

Oh yeah, this was written AND beta-ed by me, which totally contradicts the meaning of beta-ing but I'm too lazy to get a real beta, so there. :P