Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wu-Kitty in the Land of OZ ❯ Chapter 1
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Topaz Kat 
An explosion leaves Wufei changed.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 322 | Status: Completed
An explosion leaves Wufei changed.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 322 | Status: Completed
Title: Wu-kitty in the Land of OZ
Author: Topaz Kat
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and kissing amongst guys
Pairing: 13x5, 6x13,
Chapter: 1
Wufei walked into the chemical lab. This assignment would be easier than he had previously predicted, he realized. There were no scientists anywhere to be found, a rather odd fact considering that OZ was supposedly working on a new nerve gas formula that would numb any movement instantly. His mission: find and destroy, remove any obstacle that got in his way.
It was rather a simple task, but he was still the only one that the scientists had that could continuously sneak into an OZ lab and destroy everything. Trowa was best at true infiltration whereas Duo and Heero were best at basic demolition, leaving Quatre to handle doling out the particular jobs as leader.
Wufei looked around, trying to find the particular gasses that he was sent to destroy. Trowa had already taken care of removing the notes and serial numbers of the chemicals so that they would be much harder to recreate, if at all. And the truth of it was, if it were possible, they would just come in and destroy the new ones.
/Ah, found it/ Wufei thought as he looked at two of the larger vats that were constantly churning. They were sealed inside the vacuum, enabling air to connect with them and turn them into the powerful, numbing gas. The liquid smelled vile, and he fear he would choke. He quickly deposited the neutralizers into the vacuum, watching as it was sucked inside, reducing the powerful liquids to little more than orange juice. Good, that part of the job was finished, now all he had to do was blow it up.
Wufei quickly set the explosives and looked around a moment more, seeing if he could find the particular gas that had been used on his own world, killing off so many of his people... and Meiran with them. He had a personal vendetta against that one, wanting it gone as soon as possible. A strange sound caught his attention then, and he realized that the explosives were malfunctioning, going off earlier than they were supposed to.
He ran towards the door, hearing one of the explosives going off. For some strange reason it set off some sort of chain reaction in all the vats nearby. Each one exploded, releasing a putrid smell into the air. By the time he got to the door, a strange fog and fully surrounded him, making it difficult for him to see and breathe. He reached out to the door and made it outside barely a moment before the rest of the explosives went off inside the room, reducing it to rubble. Then, he doubled over in pain, feeling sicker than in quite some time.
"How are you sure it's Pilot 05?" Colonel Marquise asked as he followed Treize Kushrenada down the hallway. The room that the pilot had blown up was unsalvageable, along with it all the research and the results thereof. Treize had taken one look at the damage that had occurred and declared that it had been the work of one Chang Wufei.
Treize turned a moment to show one of the pair of shoes he had picked up at the scene of the destruction. A soft, black, Chinese slipper. "I've fought with him face to face, you forget. He's the only one of the pilots that wears shoes like this."
"So he left a shoe behind, perhaps he's playing Cinderella to your Prince Charming. Why exactly are we looking for him?" Zechs complained while wanting to know at the same time.
"You saw the blood as well as I, he may have been hurt in the blast."
"He'll be fixed when he gets back to his base of operations Treize, you can't honestly expect them to not take care of him."
"It's not that I don't think that he won't be healed Milliardo, it's that he hasn't left yet."
Zechs stopped for a moment, both at the use of his true name, a sign that Treize was getting a little annoyed with him, and at Treize's apparent ability to see into the future now. "And you know that he hasn't gotten out of the base how?"
"Because," Treize said with a smile. "He hasn't challenged me yet. If he knows I'm on a base, he will come to challenge me. Furthermore, he often removes at least twenty of the officers in his escape."
"Only in the escape but never in the arrival? How strange. Well, if he is still here as you think, and you feel that he will try to challenge you, then maybe we should go back to your quarters and await him there and ensure that he is properly captured for once instead of you just jousting with him."
Treize shook his head somewhat amused. "Duel Zechs, duel. It's not 'jousting', that involves horses which you know I have a severe distaste of."
Zechs nodded his head as he opened the doors that lead the way to Treize's quarters. He knew of Treize's dislike better than the man himself. The only thing Zechs would possibly say frightened the man after he had had a bad fall from one as a child, as well as almost being trampled to death by the same horse a moment later. It leaves an impression on someone, regardless of whether or not one wanted it to.
Inside Treize's quarters, the lights were low. Hoping to draw the ire away from his leader, Zechs stepped inside first and promptly started to sneeze rather uncontrollably.
"Zechs!" Treize shouted as he entered, flipping on the lights and crouching down next to his subordinate, friend, and when they weren't fighting, his lover. "Are you all right?"
"Treize," the man gasped as he tried to breathe, his chest constricting on him. "If you've gotten a cat, I will kill you."
"Of course not, I know you're allergic to them."
Wufei's ears perked at that, /so the Lightning Count's allergic to cats, how amusing./ He rubbed his hands together for a moment, trying to figure out some way they could use it since it appeared that it was a rather severe allergy indeed. As his pants fell down once again, he quickly stopped the plotting motions and hauled them back up, trying to keep them in place, confused as to how they had gotten so big.
Treize looked up, something out of the corner having caught his eye. There, under the edge of the curtain, was a flash of something white. It seemed to be flicking back and forth. How peculiar indeed, maybe a cat had gotten into his chambers somehow. The only problem was that Zechs allergy medication was in his desk next to the window and he couldn't go over there and retrieve it without leaving the man to his hay fever.
He was surprised to see his friend stand up, having forgotten that Milliardo had a habit of out-suborning his allergy even at the worst of attacks. "Let's go get your meds and we'll wait for Wufei."
As they neared the desk, Zechs realized that Treize was staring at something under the curtain. He looked down and noticed the swishing white thing. /Must be the cat he's hiding from me. Why'd I have to have a thing for a cat-fanatic, it's just never gonna work? Guess I'll just have to show him I know it's there and demand an explanation a little later./
He went over towards the window and firmly grasped the curtain in one hand. He felt Treize's fingers gently clamp over his own and knew that they would be doing this together, revealing the damn little creature that was making him feel as if a giant critter was sitting on his chest.
Wufei realized his hiding place was going to be revealed in just a moment and span around to confront them as the curtain was drawn back. His right hand had been flexing in such a manner that he would be sure to clop the intruders in the face at his revelation. He struck out at both men, one movement hitting both squarely across the face. He did not expect them to yowl in pain and clutch at their faces where it looked as if they had been scratched badly.
Treize heard the guards running down the hallway, knowing that the place would be very crowed soon. He managed to draw his hands away from his stinging face and gasped in surprise at his attacker.
Wufei must have shrunk a foot, his clothing hanging incredibly loose off of him. He low to the ground in a crouching stance, one hand held low for balance while the other was up high in attack. The high hand wasn't held in a fist, but rather curled back revealing not nails but the claws he and Zechs had just been badly scratched with. Where the young man's ears had been, they were no more, and atop his were triangles that were rather flattened back in a combination of fear and hate. They were brown mostly, with white tips. Finally, the man's rested on the swishing tail tip he'd seen before; only now, it was twitching wildly, very pissed off at having been discovered.
"You little son of a bitch!" Zechs cried angrily as he finally managed to pull his hands away from his face, wincing at how painful he was.
To Wufei's eyes, the two men who had revealed him had gotten rather tall, a surprising thing indeed. Furthermore, they both had four lines across their faces that he couldn't have explained if he had wanted to. He was a notorious nail biter, and nothing had ever helped him stop. He knew he was crouched down low in order to get away should the need happen, but he was rather petrified by the two huge men.
The few guards from the hallway had come rushing in by this point, surprised to see Colonel Marquise and General Kushrenada standing over what looked like a boy but was rather feline in appearance. Zechs started to lunge toward the cat-boy before a loud yell distracted them all.
"Kitty!" was the bizarrely cheerful cry of Lady Une behind them all. She rushed over and gently picked up the very confused Gundam pilot, who couldn't help but instantly relax in her arms. He would swear later on that it was simply something in her particular scent, a thing that he could now establish as being very different from the other humans around him, which just wouldn't allow him to panic.
Lady Une stroked the back of his head as she held him gently in her arms. She span towards the General and the Colonel, a vicious look in her eyes. "I can't believe you Treize-sama, it's just a baby, you have now right to threaten it the way you were. And you Marquise, don't you ever let me catch you trying to scare the little thing again."
Treize blinked rapidly, /I could have sworn that they said the split personality thing had been resolved./ "Lady Une," he began diplomatically while waving a hand to dismiss the guards, they were no longer needed.
"That little shit scratched us, how did you expect us to react?" Zechs snarled his interruption as well as started to sneeze viciously again.
"Well you frightened him, how else was he supposed to react to you brutes?" she snapped back.
"Lady Une," Treize began again. "You're holding enemy pilot 05, I hope you realize."
"He's a cat Treize-sama, a particularly young and very frightened one."
Treize smiled calmly, realizing that for some strange reason, she was unable to see that it was Wufei that she was holding. "You are right Lady Une. I didn't mean to frighten the small one, but you see, Zechs is rather allergic to cats and I was surprised to see one behind one behind my curtain. You can understand the predicament I hope. I assure you that I have no intention of hurting the little cat."
Lady Une eyed him warily, as if trying to see if he was trustworthy or not with the tiny kitty in her arms. "All right Treize-sama, but I warn you, if you hurt him..."
"I swear to you Lady that I have no such intention of harming him." Treize even crossed his heart with his right hand while raising his left in a rather childish manner. But he wanted to convince the woman before him that he wouldn't harm Wufei.
"All right. Where do you want me to put him down, he's fallen asleep I'm afraid."
"Put him on my bed if you would, I'll make sure he's comfortable." He got an elbow in the side from Zechs at the suggestion, especially since that it meant that his lover would be unable to sleep with him for as long as Wufei was their captive.
"It's the best I can do," he whispered to his mate. "You know as well as I that Wufei's in trouble. We both know he's not a cat at all, but some sort of combination. I will not let him be tortured if I can avoid it. While they are our enemies they are very fair."
"Treize," his colonel chided in between sneezing fits. "They're terrorists."
"No. They attack the bases, destroy what they find, and take out soldiers. They do not attack the civilians you will notice. At any rate, here's your medicine, and I will be looking after Wufei during the duration of his stay here, I don't want him harmed."
"I know. I wouldn't either. Maybe we can figure out what happened in the morning."
Lady Une came out a moment later a pile of cloth in her hand as she exited Treize's bed chambers. It took a moment for him to realize that he now had a very naked, rather delectable bit of boy flesh on his bed. "Lady Une, why did you remove his clothes, not that they were fitting right or anything, but why?"
"Cat's don't wear clothes; it's not very nice to do to them." With that she walked out.
Treize turned to Zechs, a slight sheen of sweat having broken out on his face at the thought of the boy on his bed now. "Help me get him dressed in something or I'm never going to get to sleep tonight."
Author: Topaz Kat
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and kissing amongst guys
Pairing: 13x5, 6x13,
Chapter: 1
Wufei walked into the chemical lab. This assignment would be easier than he had previously predicted, he realized. There were no scientists anywhere to be found, a rather odd fact considering that OZ was supposedly working on a new nerve gas formula that would numb any movement instantly. His mission: find and destroy, remove any obstacle that got in his way.
It was rather a simple task, but he was still the only one that the scientists had that could continuously sneak into an OZ lab and destroy everything. Trowa was best at true infiltration whereas Duo and Heero were best at basic demolition, leaving Quatre to handle doling out the particular jobs as leader.
Wufei looked around, trying to find the particular gasses that he was sent to destroy. Trowa had already taken care of removing the notes and serial numbers of the chemicals so that they would be much harder to recreate, if at all. And the truth of it was, if it were possible, they would just come in and destroy the new ones.
/Ah, found it/ Wufei thought as he looked at two of the larger vats that were constantly churning. They were sealed inside the vacuum, enabling air to connect with them and turn them into the powerful, numbing gas. The liquid smelled vile, and he fear he would choke. He quickly deposited the neutralizers into the vacuum, watching as it was sucked inside, reducing the powerful liquids to little more than orange juice. Good, that part of the job was finished, now all he had to do was blow it up.
Wufei quickly set the explosives and looked around a moment more, seeing if he could find the particular gas that had been used on his own world, killing off so many of his people... and Meiran with them. He had a personal vendetta against that one, wanting it gone as soon as possible. A strange sound caught his attention then, and he realized that the explosives were malfunctioning, going off earlier than they were supposed to.
He ran towards the door, hearing one of the explosives going off. For some strange reason it set off some sort of chain reaction in all the vats nearby. Each one exploded, releasing a putrid smell into the air. By the time he got to the door, a strange fog and fully surrounded him, making it difficult for him to see and breathe. He reached out to the door and made it outside barely a moment before the rest of the explosives went off inside the room, reducing it to rubble. Then, he doubled over in pain, feeling sicker than in quite some time.
"How are you sure it's Pilot 05?" Colonel Marquise asked as he followed Treize Kushrenada down the hallway. The room that the pilot had blown up was unsalvageable, along with it all the research and the results thereof. Treize had taken one look at the damage that had occurred and declared that it had been the work of one Chang Wufei.
Treize turned a moment to show one of the pair of shoes he had picked up at the scene of the destruction. A soft, black, Chinese slipper. "I've fought with him face to face, you forget. He's the only one of the pilots that wears shoes like this."
"So he left a shoe behind, perhaps he's playing Cinderella to your Prince Charming. Why exactly are we looking for him?" Zechs complained while wanting to know at the same time.
"You saw the blood as well as I, he may have been hurt in the blast."
"He'll be fixed when he gets back to his base of operations Treize, you can't honestly expect them to not take care of him."
"It's not that I don't think that he won't be healed Milliardo, it's that he hasn't left yet."
Zechs stopped for a moment, both at the use of his true name, a sign that Treize was getting a little annoyed with him, and at Treize's apparent ability to see into the future now. "And you know that he hasn't gotten out of the base how?"
"Because," Treize said with a smile. "He hasn't challenged me yet. If he knows I'm on a base, he will come to challenge me. Furthermore, he often removes at least twenty of the officers in his escape."
"Only in the escape but never in the arrival? How strange. Well, if he is still here as you think, and you feel that he will try to challenge you, then maybe we should go back to your quarters and await him there and ensure that he is properly captured for once instead of you just jousting with him."
Treize shook his head somewhat amused. "Duel Zechs, duel. It's not 'jousting', that involves horses which you know I have a severe distaste of."
Zechs nodded his head as he opened the doors that lead the way to Treize's quarters. He knew of Treize's dislike better than the man himself. The only thing Zechs would possibly say frightened the man after he had had a bad fall from one as a child, as well as almost being trampled to death by the same horse a moment later. It leaves an impression on someone, regardless of whether or not one wanted it to.
Inside Treize's quarters, the lights were low. Hoping to draw the ire away from his leader, Zechs stepped inside first and promptly started to sneeze rather uncontrollably.
"Zechs!" Treize shouted as he entered, flipping on the lights and crouching down next to his subordinate, friend, and when they weren't fighting, his lover. "Are you all right?"
"Treize," the man gasped as he tried to breathe, his chest constricting on him. "If you've gotten a cat, I will kill you."
"Of course not, I know you're allergic to them."
Wufei's ears perked at that, /so the Lightning Count's allergic to cats, how amusing./ He rubbed his hands together for a moment, trying to figure out some way they could use it since it appeared that it was a rather severe allergy indeed. As his pants fell down once again, he quickly stopped the plotting motions and hauled them back up, trying to keep them in place, confused as to how they had gotten so big.
Treize looked up, something out of the corner having caught his eye. There, under the edge of the curtain, was a flash of something white. It seemed to be flicking back and forth. How peculiar indeed, maybe a cat had gotten into his chambers somehow. The only problem was that Zechs allergy medication was in his desk next to the window and he couldn't go over there and retrieve it without leaving the man to his hay fever.
He was surprised to see his friend stand up, having forgotten that Milliardo had a habit of out-suborning his allergy even at the worst of attacks. "Let's go get your meds and we'll wait for Wufei."
As they neared the desk, Zechs realized that Treize was staring at something under the curtain. He looked down and noticed the swishing white thing. /Must be the cat he's hiding from me. Why'd I have to have a thing for a cat-fanatic, it's just never gonna work? Guess I'll just have to show him I know it's there and demand an explanation a little later./
He went over towards the window and firmly grasped the curtain in one hand. He felt Treize's fingers gently clamp over his own and knew that they would be doing this together, revealing the damn little creature that was making him feel as if a giant critter was sitting on his chest.
Wufei realized his hiding place was going to be revealed in just a moment and span around to confront them as the curtain was drawn back. His right hand had been flexing in such a manner that he would be sure to clop the intruders in the face at his revelation. He struck out at both men, one movement hitting both squarely across the face. He did not expect them to yowl in pain and clutch at their faces where it looked as if they had been scratched badly.
Treize heard the guards running down the hallway, knowing that the place would be very crowed soon. He managed to draw his hands away from his stinging face and gasped in surprise at his attacker.
Wufei must have shrunk a foot, his clothing hanging incredibly loose off of him. He low to the ground in a crouching stance, one hand held low for balance while the other was up high in attack. The high hand wasn't held in a fist, but rather curled back revealing not nails but the claws he and Zechs had just been badly scratched with. Where the young man's ears had been, they were no more, and atop his were triangles that were rather flattened back in a combination of fear and hate. They were brown mostly, with white tips. Finally, the man's rested on the swishing tail tip he'd seen before; only now, it was twitching wildly, very pissed off at having been discovered.
"You little son of a bitch!" Zechs cried angrily as he finally managed to pull his hands away from his face, wincing at how painful he was.
To Wufei's eyes, the two men who had revealed him had gotten rather tall, a surprising thing indeed. Furthermore, they both had four lines across their faces that he couldn't have explained if he had wanted to. He was a notorious nail biter, and nothing had ever helped him stop. He knew he was crouched down low in order to get away should the need happen, but he was rather petrified by the two huge men.
The few guards from the hallway had come rushing in by this point, surprised to see Colonel Marquise and General Kushrenada standing over what looked like a boy but was rather feline in appearance. Zechs started to lunge toward the cat-boy before a loud yell distracted them all.
"Kitty!" was the bizarrely cheerful cry of Lady Une behind them all. She rushed over and gently picked up the very confused Gundam pilot, who couldn't help but instantly relax in her arms. He would swear later on that it was simply something in her particular scent, a thing that he could now establish as being very different from the other humans around him, which just wouldn't allow him to panic.
Lady Une stroked the back of his head as she held him gently in her arms. She span towards the General and the Colonel, a vicious look in her eyes. "I can't believe you Treize-sama, it's just a baby, you have now right to threaten it the way you were. And you Marquise, don't you ever let me catch you trying to scare the little thing again."
Treize blinked rapidly, /I could have sworn that they said the split personality thing had been resolved./ "Lady Une," he began diplomatically while waving a hand to dismiss the guards, they were no longer needed.
"That little shit scratched us, how did you expect us to react?" Zechs snarled his interruption as well as started to sneeze viciously again.
"Well you frightened him, how else was he supposed to react to you brutes?" she snapped back.
"Lady Une," Treize began again. "You're holding enemy pilot 05, I hope you realize."
"He's a cat Treize-sama, a particularly young and very frightened one."
Treize smiled calmly, realizing that for some strange reason, she was unable to see that it was Wufei that she was holding. "You are right Lady Une. I didn't mean to frighten the small one, but you see, Zechs is rather allergic to cats and I was surprised to see one behind one behind my curtain. You can understand the predicament I hope. I assure you that I have no intention of hurting the little cat."
Lady Une eyed him warily, as if trying to see if he was trustworthy or not with the tiny kitty in her arms. "All right Treize-sama, but I warn you, if you hurt him..."
"I swear to you Lady that I have no such intention of harming him." Treize even crossed his heart with his right hand while raising his left in a rather childish manner. But he wanted to convince the woman before him that he wouldn't harm Wufei.
"All right. Where do you want me to put him down, he's fallen asleep I'm afraid."
"Put him on my bed if you would, I'll make sure he's comfortable." He got an elbow in the side from Zechs at the suggestion, especially since that it meant that his lover would be unable to sleep with him for as long as Wufei was their captive.
"It's the best I can do," he whispered to his mate. "You know as well as I that Wufei's in trouble. We both know he's not a cat at all, but some sort of combination. I will not let him be tortured if I can avoid it. While they are our enemies they are very fair."
"Treize," his colonel chided in between sneezing fits. "They're terrorists."
"No. They attack the bases, destroy what they find, and take out soldiers. They do not attack the civilians you will notice. At any rate, here's your medicine, and I will be looking after Wufei during the duration of his stay here, I don't want him harmed."
"I know. I wouldn't either. Maybe we can figure out what happened in the morning."
Lady Une came out a moment later a pile of cloth in her hand as she exited Treize's bed chambers. It took a moment for him to realize that he now had a very naked, rather delectable bit of boy flesh on his bed. "Lady Une, why did you remove his clothes, not that they were fitting right or anything, but why?"
"Cat's don't wear clothes; it's not very nice to do to them." With that she walked out.
Treize turned to Zechs, a slight sheen of sweat having broken out on his face at the thought of the boy on his bed now. "Help me get him dressed in something or I'm never going to get to sleep tonight."