Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wu-Kitty in the Land of OZ ❯ Wu-kitty 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: Wu-kitty in the Land of OZ
Author: Topaz Kat
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and kissing amongst guys
Pairing: 13x5, 6x13,
Chapter: 3

The noise was driving him nuts. He'd gotten to sleep
around eleven that evening, and here he was now,
Treize Kushrenada, wide awake at 2:30 am, listening to
Wufei practicing katas in the next room. He had
always heard that cats worked this way as part of the
devil's mark on the, a supersticion he'd learned from
his great-grandmother, who hated cats with a passion.
Cat's had to sleep all day becuase they were doing
mischief at night, acting as guides for the evil
spirits of the underworld. He had never really
believed any of that before hand, but now... he was
starting to wonder.

The quiet thumps had been unending for the last
several hours. He had tried to ignore it at first,
realizing that Wufei was probably up because he had
been sleeping all day. He was worried that he
wouldn't be able to get to sleep now as a result.

In the beginning, Treize had been able to drift
almost all the way off to sleep becuase of the rythmic
sounds of the soft thumps and puffing sounds.
However, it appeared that Wufei was still adjusting to
his body becuase there were several little yelps of
surprise along with a few thuds from when he must have
misjudged something and fell as a result. After
hearing those same sounds too many times, he had
gotten up and looked to see if Wufei was okay.

He stood in the shadows, watching that little cat-boy
practicing jumps, and kicks and incorporating new
tichniques, such as scratches. It was quite amazing
to watch the graceful dance of powerful movements,
turning the Chinese Bobtail kitten (at least, that's
what Treize thought the markings were supposed to be,
plus some Bobtail cats had long tails anyway) into a
much more deadly panther. From the shadows, he could
see that Wufei held the same expression as any cat on
any hunt, exceptionally focused on what he was doing,
as well as the power that he held in his very being.
It was clear to Trieze that Wufei was having some
problems.

He watched in silence as Wufei executed several
complicated moves in a row, ending in something that
surely would have killed the person he was facing off
with. He jumped though at the very end, clearly
startled by something. Wufei curled his tail around
his legs, looking down at it crossly. He was frowning
cutely at it, cursing a little bit as the tip twitched
ever so slightly. He flicked his whole tail once,
very strongly, letting it straighten out behind him
and lay down a little to lay to rest behind him. He
arched the black thing so that it stayed away from the
backs of his legs this time.

Treize felt the corners of his mouth quirk up in a
smile, poor Wufei. Becuase of the fact that he was
unable to wear anything, in part from his new, shorter
form and in part because Lady Une had taken his
clothes away, insisting that to make a cat wear
clothes was to be considered cruel and unusal
punishment; he was left without anything to wear. It
had been very hard the first night, for Treize to
convince himself that he had to clothe the boy in
something that covered him at least a little. So he
had gone through his closet and found an old, thin,
t-shirt for Wufei to don.

Since he was wearing the old shirt though, there was
nothing on his lower half. Wufei's fine legs were
exposed all the time to the general's eyes, and he
loved the image of the tail draping in between the
legs, it's soft fur brushing ever so gently against
the back of them. But it appeared that this was the
main plight of the little cat-boy as he practiced his
katas. His tail, even though he was used to it now
for things like walking and sitting, was unfamiliar
and new to him while practicing his deadly dances and
would brush against the backs of his legs when he
wasn't expecting it, startling him most severely.

That had been a while ago, somewhere around 1 or so,
Trieze guessed. Now, he was busy trying to fall
asleep, and was completely unable to do so thanks to
the continuous sounds of the practicing cat-boy.

He needed something to quiet the kitty, that was all
there was to it. He had no idea what it would be, but
he would have to do something, anything to silience
the pitter-patter of tiny four-toed feet. He
remembered that once upon a time, he had a friend who
had had a cat who was constantly up at all hours when
humans slept, she had tried to keep sleeping the same
time that she did by keeping the cat awake during the
day; the results had literally been catastrophic. He
wondered if Wufei was still human enough that the
tactic could work, but he also was quick to realize
that he didn't really want to deal with
sleep-deprived, killer-trained, cat-boy.

A soft smile crossed his face. Yes, that idea would
work, he'd bet his finest bottle of wine on it. Now,
with his plan of attack in mind, he rolled over,
pulled the pillow on top of one ear, and fell asleep.


Wufei had woken up to the hand of someone petting
him. At least, that was the only way describe what he
was feeling. His ears twitched atop his head and he
turned to look at the man stroking his back. Treize
smiled softly at him, he was already fully dressed at
this early hour of seven am. "Good morning little
cat," he offered sweetly. He was rewarded with a
frown and a growl. He chuckled then, "it's you're own
fault for being up so late, little kitty. I will be
leaving now, sleep for a while longer and then try to
do your practicing now to stay awake during the day."

The Chinese boy frowned at him, "it won't help, I've
always been a night creature, my parents cursed my
birth since it meant that forever after, until they
got rid of me, they didn't sleep at night because I
was awake. Last night was me expending energy."

Treize grinned and lightly chucked the boy under his
chin a bit, stroking at the neck that was exposed to
him, "I can think of many ways to expend energy at
night."

He was hardly surprised to find himself out his
bedroom door a scratch across his face. Wincing, he
pulled his hand away from his cheek, glad to see that
there wasn't any blood. "I'll be back for lunch
Wufei, try to be up."


He was pleased to find Wufei awake at noon, though
the little cat-boy had insisted that he'd been up for
much longer than that. Treize ordered up two meals of
garlic lemon fish, rice, and brocolli to be sent to
the room along with a cup of coffee and a saucer of
cream. He was surprised to see his current guest
glaring him after he ordered lunch.

"I can drink out of a cup Kushrenada. I am not a
cat." He looked very angry at the suggestion of
anything otherwise. "I know I am your prisoner
General, but never would I have thought that you would
take such pleasures in tormenting me so."

Treize took a step back, looking at the little
cat-boy and realizing how scared he looked for the
first time since he'd arrived in his quarters. He
walked over and knelt on one knee in front of the
cat-boy, gripping his shoulders gently when he started
to fight. "Wufei, please believe me that I meant you
no harm. The staff have been informed that I have a
cat in my chambers now, a pet. They will be very
suspicious if I ask for the cream in a cup."

"But you ordered two plates of food." Wufei pointed
out, still sniffing cat-like at the indignity he was
facing.

Treize chuckled, "they will assume that I am having
lunch with someone who will drink the coffee or that I
am saving the second meal for later as I have in the
past."

"Wufei looked confused, his tail twitching a bit
"you're not drinking the coffee?"

Treize made a childishly disgusted face. "Oh my God
no, I can't stand coffee. No, sweet kitty, that's for
you to drink at lunch so that you won't nap this
afternoon. The cream is for a treat at mid-day when
I'm off running meetings. You can even drink it out
of the mug if you so desire."

Wufei nodded his head, his ears twitching a bit as
they caught the sound of someone approaching them and
he went to duck into his usual hiding place behind the
billowy curtains. Unless it was Lady Une who could
soothe his frazzled mind at his transformation, or
Zechs whom he could torture now becuase of it, he had
no intention of exiting his hiding spot.

The general of OZ opened his door to greet his lunch,
thanking the young private who brought it with him.
As the young solider was exiting, Zechs came storming
in, paused at the entryway and commenced sneezing
hard. "Damn you brat."

Wufei appeared as he had been properly incurred now,
walking behing Zechs and driving him batty until
Treize went over and picked him up, taking him away
from his prey and placing him in a chair in front of
his lunch. "Eat. I have business to discuss." He
ignored the rude images that the pink sticking out at
him brought to his not-so-clean-mind and turned to
meet with his lieutenant, giving the blonde man his
medicine.

The two of them went over battle tactics in the room
with the cat-boy, knowing it was unlikely for Wufei to
be able to do anything about them while he was their
captive on the OZ base. It would have been a
different story if Trieze kept a computer in his
chambers, but thankfully, his laptop was always on
him. He also knew that the enemy pilot's own sense of
justice wouldn't allow him to take advantage of them
in that way, not with the threat of the dungeon
hanging over his head at any rate.

The ginger haired man sat down at his own still-warm
lunch as soon as he and Zechs were done with their
conference. The blonde man, now able to breathe
easier, was willing to stay in the room and talk so
long as "the damned beast" stayed away from him.
Taking offense at the question of his humanity, Wufei
tood it upon himself to make the man's stay miserable.
It stopped after a while when the general tugged on
his tale and told him to behave, feeling much
chastened, the little cat-boy slunked off a bit,
feeling sorry for himself.

Treize found him curled up in a sunbeam in his
bedroom, slightly dozing though not fully asleep.
"You shouldn't sleep so soon after eating Wufei, it's
not good for you."

Wufei stuck his tongue out at the general instinctly.
"Bite me Kushrenada."

Taken a bit aback, but understanding that the cat-boy
was miffed and angry at his current state, Treize
smiled gently. "If I did, I don't think you'd be
angry for much longer. I know many spots to bite
someone to bring about the most delicious of
pleasures." He laughed quietly to himself as the
cat-boy sat up instantly and scooted away from him,
crawling backwards, eyeing him warily. He knew that
that would keep his little cat-boy up for a while.

"I must go to yet another dull, boring meeting.
Actually, they can be rather interesting if every male
in the room wasn't trying to prove that his dick was
bigger than the last." At the wide-eyed expression,
the general smiled gently. "Sorry, figure of speach,
what I meant was that many of the officers are trying
to outdo the other in some way or another that makes
him look better to me. I forget how young you are
sometimes to have not heard such phrases before."

Wufei shook his head, "no, I'm used to callous
language. I just didn't expect it from one as...
refined as you," he bit out the word as if it left an
awful taste in his mouth.

The man just chuckled, "yes, well, we're all full of
surprises then aren't we Wufei. Look would you mind
doing me a favor and staying awake this afternoon? I
need to sleep at night and as soothing as your katas
are to you, I can't rest. Try doing them this
afternoon instead, the coffee should help."

He was pleased to return to his room later that
evening and find that Wufei was actively being busy,
working on the katas that he had been reserving for
early morning until recently. He had finally managed
to regain his full balacnce, having finally been able
to adjust to new shape and form. The dance he was
witnessihg, was even more graceful than normal, the
cat-like reflexes adding to the power and ability that
the cat-boy had already posessed.

However, Treize was surprised to see that Wufei was
even more active afterwards, clearly awake and running
at top speed. He sighed, preparing for another
sleepless night ahead. "You didn't nap today or
anything, did you Wufei?" he asked, concerned for his
sleep.

Wufei, after executing a perfect high kick, giving
Treize a rather lovely veiw of his legs and even a bit
of the base of his tail, turned and glared at him,
looking more like a cranky, tired child than a warrior
teenager. "No. I stayed awake as you requested. For
a while, I was tired, but then I got a second wind and
I'm a bit 'Wired' as Duo would put it."

The general chuckled, sitting down and pouring a
glass of wine. "I remember days like that. Of
course, mine were back when I was learning the
military steps of rule. I had many, many long nights
of studying regulations non-stop. I wonder how I made
it from time to time. The organization of OZ once
upon a time was much less controled and kept than it
is now. Growing up in that, learning the ways of the
world in that, it all made things very interesting.
There was one time Zechs and I pulled an all nighter,
trying to pass the tests that they had in place for
becomming corprals. My God, that was a nightmare."
He took a long sip from his glass, observing and
smiling to himself when he realized that Wufei was
curled up with his feet under him and his tail
sticking out, on the divan, looking at him; very much
the captive audience.

He smiled gently, glad that he was able to talk to
the pilot as if they were little more than roommates
or associates, maybe even friends, rather than captive
and jailer. He poured a small glass of the wine, a
dark red cherry wine that he bottled himself in his
spare time (what little there was that is), and handed
it to him. "That was one of the better batches from
my first few years. The batch that I'm working on now
should be even better."

The cat-boy sniffed his glass, his nose wrinkling a
tiny bit and he sneezed cutely. "You make wine? Not
something that I woud have suspected."

Treize nodded, "yes, on my mother's side in fact,
there's a relatively well-known winery in our family.
I've been raised on good, home-brewed wine since I was
young. Making wine is something of a hobby of mine.
Have a sip, it will help you to relax I think."

His young captive took a small sip and smiled.
"That's interesting. I always thought wine was
supposed to be bitter."

Trieze smiled, shaking his head. "No, not always.
Wine is best depending on who you are and your
personal tastes. Yours just haven't matured to the
same point as many vinophiles have. If you were to
give it some time, you would probably be able to grow
a proper pallate. As for the wine not being bitter,
becuase I made it with more cherries, the wine takes
on their natural flavor, which isn't exactly bitter,
now is it?"

Wufei nodded, enjoying his glass. The wine had
brought forth two cute pink splotches on his cheeks,
making him flush a tiny bit due to the alcohol. This
was a good sign as far as the general was concerned,
with any luck, thanks to the alcohol and the staying
awake, hopefully the little cat-boy would sleep the
whole night through. That would be nice, he just
hoped that there wouldn't be any side effects of the
wine on the little one.

It became quite obvious that Wufei wasn't used to
wine after an hour or so. The alcohol, slight though
it was, had made it's way through the boy's system,
fully turning his cheeks pink, making them match his
lips. He was also considerably looser than Trieze
would have though, opening up a great deal and even
talking about himself. They traded stories back and
forth, both of victores, and after several more
glasses, even of their defeats. Wufei expressed for
the first time, the pain he had felt at the loss of
his wife, and the anger that he directed both at OZ
and himself. But their talk wasn't all bad, both had
mentioned at least one very good memory about a date,
something that they had both been surprised that they
other one had even had the time to ever do.

They had talked for some time before the general
decided that it would be best to go to bed. He got up
and went over to the cat-boy, smiling gently and
leaning over to him. "I think that now would be a
good time to head off to bed, don't you?"

Wufei looked up, his eyes a bit glassy and very
pretty, the alcohol clearly affecting him, "okay, but
I don't do anything past second base..." Trieze was
taken aback, blinking a lot. He kissed the boy gently
on the cheek and was pleased to not have his face
slashed by the tiny claws, and chalked the strange
behavior up to the fact that the boy was drunk on
homemade cherry wine. The black haired cat-boy
snuggled close to him, near purring in his ear. He
picked him up and carried him gently into what was
fast becoming their bedroom.

After placing Wufei on the bed he turned around to
get undressed, only to have his sleeve caught. He
turned back to the sleepy, lightly knackered cat-boy,
"yes Wufei?"

"You have pretty eyes..." the young man remarked
quietly, laying back. His hand was still on Trieze's
coat, keeping him close to him. "Thank you for taking
care of me... for not throwing me to the dungeons. It
was very nice of you... I don't know how to repay
you..."

Trieze took a deep breath, knowing what he wanted,
but also knowing that it wouldn't be right. Instead,
he leaned in close and gently kissed the boy. "For
now, that will do. All I ask is that when you return
to your comrades, you try as hard as you can to ease
the war. To bring it to an end as soon as you can.
That is all that matters. But for now..." the kiss
deepened a bit, bringing them closer than he would
have ever expected. When he drew back, he was not
surprised to see the cat-boy slowly falling away from
him and easily drifting off to sleep.

TK-If anyone has any ideas regarding further ideas or
ideas that they think would be cute for adventures,
please let me know, because I am stuck for ideas. Thanks.