Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wu-Kitty in the Land of OZ ❯ Chapter 2
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Topaz Kat 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 304 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 304 | 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: 2
Wufei awoke the next morning, feeling as if he was slightly hung over. Deciding that he needed to get up and go shave his tongue, he slowly sat up, careful of how his head hurt. He walked automatically to the far door, knowing that it was his bathroom. He gently rubbed at his shoulder, trying to work out the tension that was always in it first thing in the morning. The fact he was wearing an over-sized shirt did not escape him, but in this early stage of conciousness, he didn't really care that he wasn't wearing what he normally did to sleep in: namely, a pair of comfy sweatpants. He stood in front of the mirror, blinking slowly.
In the next room, Treize clamly looked over the food that he had requested be sent to his quaters. Two trays fully loaded with pancakes, sausage, eggs, and orange juice were there, just waiting for when Wufei would wake up. A loud scream coming from his bathroom brought him to his senses. /I guess he woke up./
The general of OZ walked into his bedroom, expecting to be fully prepared to deal with the boy. He was the most capable person after all, and this was just a boy really, he couldn't be that hard to handle. He was surprised however when he was slapped upon entry to his own bed chambers, the scratches appearing quickly on his face once again. The little cat-boy must have seen how much he had changed for the first time from looking in the mirror.
"What the fuck did you do to me?!" the cat-boy snarled. He had changed a little more than from the night before. He still had the cat ears atop his head, now mostly black in color with white tips along with the tail, which had also changed from brown to black with white tip. But the most obvious change in the boy was the height, or rather lack thereof. Wufei had truly shrunk a full foot, placing him at just four feet and an inch.
Treize rubbed his cheek where he'd been scratched, contemplating whether or not he should start carrying antibacterial spray on him to prevent the many scratches he was bound to get from getting infected. "I assure you Wufei, I have no idea about what happened to you aside from the fact it's a result from you blowing up one of our chemical labs."
"Well..." Wufei trailed off, realizing that he was the way he was through pure accident and his own damn fault, yet another reason to hate himself for. "I'm sorry."
Treize pulled his hand away from his cheek, checking and glad to see that there was no blood. He looked at the little cat-boy and tried to reassure him. "Don't worry about it too much, I'm glad that you destroyed the chemicals that you did, I don't like chemical warfare myself, it tends to hurt too many people in the long run." Wufei nodded, but he still looked as if he wasn't paying attention. He was obviously still greatly bothered by what had happened, not that Treize could really blame him. "Would you like to eat? There are pancakes and such waiting for us."
Wufei slowly nodded his head. "Kushrenda, where are my clothes?"
Treize paused a moment. "Lady Une took them off of you. I swear that I did not touch you, although it was rather tempting."
Wufei turned red, at first Trieze thought it was because of what he had said until he heard the boy hiss out, "She did what?!"
"It appears that Lady Une is incapable of seeing you as you really are, a cat-boy. For some odd reason or another, she sees you as only a small kitten. And according to her, cats do not wear clothes of any sort. Besides, it's not as if they would fit you at the moment; they were falling off of you last night." He motioned for Wufei to sit down in front of him, gesturing towards the plate.
The cat-boy sat, jumping instantly, yelping loudly. He glared at his tail, which was now twitching back and forth violently annoyed at him for sitting on it. He swished his tail once more, straightening his thoughts. He finally sat down, this time avoiding his tail and met the very much bemused gaze of the general. "I'm glad I'm amusing you."
The man nodded, "Oh very much so. It's rare when I get to see someone jump from simply sitting down. It's also a rarity that I have a cat in my presence."
Wufei nodded, remembering what he had heard the night before, "That's right, Marquise is allergic if I recall correctly. But why is it then that you have kept me here rather than in a dungoen cell?"
Treize smirked a little, "well, what can I say other than that I would prefer that you didn't have the company of the guards."
Wufei shrugged, trying to hold the fork in his hand in a way so that he didn't puncture his own palm with his claws. He gave a snarl and tried shifting the fork to his other hand, glad to be abadextrous for once. He found that it was now easier with the other hand. He growled softly, was startled and looked around for a moment, trying to seek out the cause of the noise he had heard coming from somewhere. He heard the man sitting across from him snicker and gave him a glare that had no effect on the amused man.
Treize got up, stretching elegant legs as he walked around to the other side of the table. He gently lifted one of Wufei's hands, and was also treated with a growl. "Calm down little one, I'm trying to relax your hand so that the claws should retract." He began by stroking the top of his hand and gently sqeezing the fingers soothingly. He also carressed the fingers underneath his hand tenderly relaxing the tenseness that had been running through it. Slowly, the claws receeded back inside Wufei's hand, just peeking out enough to let them all know that they were still there.
Wufei took his hand back, staring at it while the man did the same thing with the other hand. He had never known you could do anything like that with cats, he had always been told that they were awful creatures, and his wife, while no saint herself, had dispised the animals. He had seen a few in pet shops when he was a child, but had never been allowed to touch them because they were filthy. Did that now mean that he was as well for being stuck in the form he was?
A sound broke through his thoughts, coming from the hallway. He wrenched his hand as politely as he could from the kind hand holding it and dove behind the curtain that had been his refuge the night before while he had awaited Kushrenada. He did not wish to be seen in the current form he was trapped in.
Lady Une waited until Treize would bid her welcome. He noticed that she was looking around for something before returning her gaze to her superior. "Where is the kitty?" she asked kindly.
OZ's general blinnked, he could recall countless times where Une would bother him for little more than to look at him, this was certainly strange behavior. But he was glad to see that she had an attatchment to things other than himself and her duty to him. "I believe he was sleeping Lady, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well, it's just that I brought a care package for him, I thought he should have someone to look after him. Not that you aren't capable General, it's just that I like cats." She handed him a bag that he could guess contained several cat items. "I'll take my leave now," with that she turned on her heel and left him.
He was more than slightly confused, although he didn't want to admit it if he didn't have too. He gave a soft sigh and opened the package and started to removed the items inside. Several cans of catfood and a cat dish later was a series of cat toys. A rubber squeaky mouse, a tingle ball, and several lengths of ribbon tied and glued onto a stick. He smirked a little and scoffed at the very idea of a Gundam pilot playing with such things. He set down the ribbon stick and squeaky moust before laughingly tossing the tingle ball away from himself.
He found himself having to regain his balance a moment later from where Wufei had knocked him out of the way to get to the ball he'd thrown. He stared as Wufei... the only word he could think of was "pounced" on the ball. He had run after it to bat the ball back and forth in between his hands several times before sitting on his haunches, this time instinctivly avoiding his tail, and holding the ball close to his cheek, letting it rub against him.
Treize blinked several times, trying to make any sort of sense of what he had just seen. "Wufei, you... pounced... on a ball."
Wufei gave him a dirty look through the sides of his eyes before going back and craddling the ball to his cheek. "Shut up Trieze, it was instinct."
The man chuckled lightly. "I'm sure. Would you care to join me for the rest of breakfast before I have to leave? And for that manner, is there anything else that I can get sent up here for you?"
Wufei shook his head. His ears perked again then, the way that they had before Lady Une had entered the room. He quickly hid behind the curtain, this time with the ball too.
Zechs entered in something similar to a huff. He took one breath and started to sneeze. "Damnit, he's still in here, isn't he?" he acused Treize.
"Well of course he is," Treize responded calmly. "I told you that he wouldn't be going down to the interigation center. I have no intention of going back on my word of honnor."
Wufei got out from behind the curtain, theorizing that since Zechs already knew what he was and that he was there, he may as well come out from hiding. He stood there a moment, waiting for the blonde man to acknowledge his pressence.
Zechs took one look at the cat-boy and sneered. He was hardly surprised to then see the young pilot calmly walk towards him, very deteremined. He could feel his throat tightening up and his eyes starting to water, as his allergies always started. He held up a hand, trying to halt his tormenter from coming any further. "Oh no you don't brat." He was hardly surprised to feel his nose start to itch terribly then as the cat-boy not only didn't stop, but walked closer to him, a definite cat-like grin on his face, one of amused evil to be specific.
Nearby the table, Treize was trying desperately not to laugh at his lover or the boy stalking him. Wufei was certainly taking on the personality of a cat. The animals had always intrigued him since they always took on the challenges of those that didn't like them, sometimes confronting the person just to annoy them as much as possible. He did decide to take a little pity on his lover though and threw the bouncy ball just outside of Wufei's vision.
He was the only one not surprised to see the cat-boy go tearing off after his prize and pouncing on it as soon as it landed just once. A moment later, the curently transformed Gundam pilot glared up at him, frowing most cutely with the ball held up in his hands. "You did that on purpose."
Treize smiled, "Well of course I did. I believe that my lieutenant and I have a meeting to attend to, discussing how we should go about dealing with your comrades. He is needed for that since he has faught with them in the past. I will return sometime after lunch Wufei. Should I have the stafe send up a saucer of cream for you as a snack?"
The cat-boy's tail twitched several times, and he glared at the man before him through slited eyes. "No, I don't," he hissed at him.
Deciding that he should indeed send up a saucer of cream as a piece offering, Trieze headed out the door, dragging Zechs behind him.
The general was hardly surprised to come back into his chambers several hours later and found the empty saucer on the table. He looked around a few moments, trying to locate his current guest. He realized that if he held very still, he could hear the ever-so-soft sounds of someone snoring. It was more like a small humming sound, much like the sound he had heard last night as he slept in his bed, the cutest bedmate next to him.
He went inside to his bedroom to check on his charge and was pleased to note that the boy was napping on his bed. And for that matter in one of the many positions that only cats could ever get into. His legs were curled up underneath him as he laid on his side, and he was also laying on his back at the same time. He smiled as he watched the little cat-boy sleep soundly.
He paused in his musings to notice something that he hadn't previously, not even last night. He sat down on his bed, careful not to disturb his guest and stared at the Gundam pilot's feet. He had only seen the boy in the cute little kung-fu slippers before so he had never realized that he only had four toes on each foot instead of the normal five. Ever so gently, he ran his finger across the top of the little foot, much like he would to wake up any cat.
Wufei's foot jiggled several times, kicking back and forth to remove the annoying thing touching his sensitive tootsies. He blinked his eyes open slowly, not wanting to wake up just yet. However, through his hazey awakening, he realized that his sunbeam had moved at some point during the afternoon. He blinked open his eyes to stare at Treize and wondered what the heck was going on. "Yes?"
"I'm curious Wu-chan, is this another reaction to the chemical reaction?" he asked as he gently stroked the top of the boy's foot.
Wufei quickly pulled his foot back away from the man, glaring slightly, his ears going back as well as his tail twitching. "No. I've always had four toes on each foot."
"Hm, perhaps you were a cat in a past life or something. You certainly act like one. Or maybe you are one of those mythical shape-shifters which go from critter to human to something in between."
Wufei raised an eyebrow as he gently sat up, stretching, waking up from his wonderful nap. "Don't be silly Kushrenada. There's nothing animal-like about me," he insisted as he started to give himself a slight bath as he licked the palm of his hand and wetted his hair so that it wouldn't stick up as much.
Author: Topaz Kat
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and kissing amongst guys
Pairing: 13x5, 6x13,
Chapter: 2
Wufei awoke the next morning, feeling as if he was slightly hung over. Deciding that he needed to get up and go shave his tongue, he slowly sat up, careful of how his head hurt. He walked automatically to the far door, knowing that it was his bathroom. He gently rubbed at his shoulder, trying to work out the tension that was always in it first thing in the morning. The fact he was wearing an over-sized shirt did not escape him, but in this early stage of conciousness, he didn't really care that he wasn't wearing what he normally did to sleep in: namely, a pair of comfy sweatpants. He stood in front of the mirror, blinking slowly.
In the next room, Treize clamly looked over the food that he had requested be sent to his quaters. Two trays fully loaded with pancakes, sausage, eggs, and orange juice were there, just waiting for when Wufei would wake up. A loud scream coming from his bathroom brought him to his senses. /I guess he woke up./
The general of OZ walked into his bedroom, expecting to be fully prepared to deal with the boy. He was the most capable person after all, and this was just a boy really, he couldn't be that hard to handle. He was surprised however when he was slapped upon entry to his own bed chambers, the scratches appearing quickly on his face once again. The little cat-boy must have seen how much he had changed for the first time from looking in the mirror.
"What the fuck did you do to me?!" the cat-boy snarled. He had changed a little more than from the night before. He still had the cat ears atop his head, now mostly black in color with white tips along with the tail, which had also changed from brown to black with white tip. But the most obvious change in the boy was the height, or rather lack thereof. Wufei had truly shrunk a full foot, placing him at just four feet and an inch.
Treize rubbed his cheek where he'd been scratched, contemplating whether or not he should start carrying antibacterial spray on him to prevent the many scratches he was bound to get from getting infected. "I assure you Wufei, I have no idea about what happened to you aside from the fact it's a result from you blowing up one of our chemical labs."
"Well..." Wufei trailed off, realizing that he was the way he was through pure accident and his own damn fault, yet another reason to hate himself for. "I'm sorry."
Treize pulled his hand away from his cheek, checking and glad to see that there was no blood. He looked at the little cat-boy and tried to reassure him. "Don't worry about it too much, I'm glad that you destroyed the chemicals that you did, I don't like chemical warfare myself, it tends to hurt too many people in the long run." Wufei nodded, but he still looked as if he wasn't paying attention. He was obviously still greatly bothered by what had happened, not that Treize could really blame him. "Would you like to eat? There are pancakes and such waiting for us."
Wufei slowly nodded his head. "Kushrenda, where are my clothes?"
Treize paused a moment. "Lady Une took them off of you. I swear that I did not touch you, although it was rather tempting."
Wufei turned red, at first Trieze thought it was because of what he had said until he heard the boy hiss out, "She did what?!"
"It appears that Lady Une is incapable of seeing you as you really are, a cat-boy. For some odd reason or another, she sees you as only a small kitten. And according to her, cats do not wear clothes of any sort. Besides, it's not as if they would fit you at the moment; they were falling off of you last night." He motioned for Wufei to sit down in front of him, gesturing towards the plate.
The cat-boy sat, jumping instantly, yelping loudly. He glared at his tail, which was now twitching back and forth violently annoyed at him for sitting on it. He swished his tail once more, straightening his thoughts. He finally sat down, this time avoiding his tail and met the very much bemused gaze of the general. "I'm glad I'm amusing you."
The man nodded, "Oh very much so. It's rare when I get to see someone jump from simply sitting down. It's also a rarity that I have a cat in my presence."
Wufei nodded, remembering what he had heard the night before, "That's right, Marquise is allergic if I recall correctly. But why is it then that you have kept me here rather than in a dungoen cell?"
Treize smirked a little, "well, what can I say other than that I would prefer that you didn't have the company of the guards."
Wufei shrugged, trying to hold the fork in his hand in a way so that he didn't puncture his own palm with his claws. He gave a snarl and tried shifting the fork to his other hand, glad to be abadextrous for once. He found that it was now easier with the other hand. He growled softly, was startled and looked around for a moment, trying to seek out the cause of the noise he had heard coming from somewhere. He heard the man sitting across from him snicker and gave him a glare that had no effect on the amused man.
Treize got up, stretching elegant legs as he walked around to the other side of the table. He gently lifted one of Wufei's hands, and was also treated with a growl. "Calm down little one, I'm trying to relax your hand so that the claws should retract." He began by stroking the top of his hand and gently sqeezing the fingers soothingly. He also carressed the fingers underneath his hand tenderly relaxing the tenseness that had been running through it. Slowly, the claws receeded back inside Wufei's hand, just peeking out enough to let them all know that they were still there.
Wufei took his hand back, staring at it while the man did the same thing with the other hand. He had never known you could do anything like that with cats, he had always been told that they were awful creatures, and his wife, while no saint herself, had dispised the animals. He had seen a few in pet shops when he was a child, but had never been allowed to touch them because they were filthy. Did that now mean that he was as well for being stuck in the form he was?
A sound broke through his thoughts, coming from the hallway. He wrenched his hand as politely as he could from the kind hand holding it and dove behind the curtain that had been his refuge the night before while he had awaited Kushrenada. He did not wish to be seen in the current form he was trapped in.
Lady Une waited until Treize would bid her welcome. He noticed that she was looking around for something before returning her gaze to her superior. "Where is the kitty?" she asked kindly.
OZ's general blinnked, he could recall countless times where Une would bother him for little more than to look at him, this was certainly strange behavior. But he was glad to see that she had an attatchment to things other than himself and her duty to him. "I believe he was sleeping Lady, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well, it's just that I brought a care package for him, I thought he should have someone to look after him. Not that you aren't capable General, it's just that I like cats." She handed him a bag that he could guess contained several cat items. "I'll take my leave now," with that she turned on her heel and left him.
He was more than slightly confused, although he didn't want to admit it if he didn't have too. He gave a soft sigh and opened the package and started to removed the items inside. Several cans of catfood and a cat dish later was a series of cat toys. A rubber squeaky mouse, a tingle ball, and several lengths of ribbon tied and glued onto a stick. He smirked a little and scoffed at the very idea of a Gundam pilot playing with such things. He set down the ribbon stick and squeaky moust before laughingly tossing the tingle ball away from himself.
He found himself having to regain his balance a moment later from where Wufei had knocked him out of the way to get to the ball he'd thrown. He stared as Wufei... the only word he could think of was "pounced" on the ball. He had run after it to bat the ball back and forth in between his hands several times before sitting on his haunches, this time instinctivly avoiding his tail, and holding the ball close to his cheek, letting it rub against him.
Treize blinked several times, trying to make any sort of sense of what he had just seen. "Wufei, you... pounced... on a ball."
Wufei gave him a dirty look through the sides of his eyes before going back and craddling the ball to his cheek. "Shut up Trieze, it was instinct."
The man chuckled lightly. "I'm sure. Would you care to join me for the rest of breakfast before I have to leave? And for that manner, is there anything else that I can get sent up here for you?"
Wufei shook his head. His ears perked again then, the way that they had before Lady Une had entered the room. He quickly hid behind the curtain, this time with the ball too.
Zechs entered in something similar to a huff. He took one breath and started to sneeze. "Damnit, he's still in here, isn't he?" he acused Treize.
"Well of course he is," Treize responded calmly. "I told you that he wouldn't be going down to the interigation center. I have no intention of going back on my word of honnor."
Wufei got out from behind the curtain, theorizing that since Zechs already knew what he was and that he was there, he may as well come out from hiding. He stood there a moment, waiting for the blonde man to acknowledge his pressence.
Zechs took one look at the cat-boy and sneered. He was hardly surprised to then see the young pilot calmly walk towards him, very deteremined. He could feel his throat tightening up and his eyes starting to water, as his allergies always started. He held up a hand, trying to halt his tormenter from coming any further. "Oh no you don't brat." He was hardly surprised to feel his nose start to itch terribly then as the cat-boy not only didn't stop, but walked closer to him, a definite cat-like grin on his face, one of amused evil to be specific.
Nearby the table, Treize was trying desperately not to laugh at his lover or the boy stalking him. Wufei was certainly taking on the personality of a cat. The animals had always intrigued him since they always took on the challenges of those that didn't like them, sometimes confronting the person just to annoy them as much as possible. He did decide to take a little pity on his lover though and threw the bouncy ball just outside of Wufei's vision.
He was the only one not surprised to see the cat-boy go tearing off after his prize and pouncing on it as soon as it landed just once. A moment later, the curently transformed Gundam pilot glared up at him, frowing most cutely with the ball held up in his hands. "You did that on purpose."
Treize smiled, "Well of course I did. I believe that my lieutenant and I have a meeting to attend to, discussing how we should go about dealing with your comrades. He is needed for that since he has faught with them in the past. I will return sometime after lunch Wufei. Should I have the stafe send up a saucer of cream for you as a snack?"
The cat-boy's tail twitched several times, and he glared at the man before him through slited eyes. "No, I don't," he hissed at him.
Deciding that he should indeed send up a saucer of cream as a piece offering, Trieze headed out the door, dragging Zechs behind him.
The general was hardly surprised to come back into his chambers several hours later and found the empty saucer on the table. He looked around a few moments, trying to locate his current guest. He realized that if he held very still, he could hear the ever-so-soft sounds of someone snoring. It was more like a small humming sound, much like the sound he had heard last night as he slept in his bed, the cutest bedmate next to him.
He went inside to his bedroom to check on his charge and was pleased to note that the boy was napping on his bed. And for that matter in one of the many positions that only cats could ever get into. His legs were curled up underneath him as he laid on his side, and he was also laying on his back at the same time. He smiled as he watched the little cat-boy sleep soundly.
He paused in his musings to notice something that he hadn't previously, not even last night. He sat down on his bed, careful not to disturb his guest and stared at the Gundam pilot's feet. He had only seen the boy in the cute little kung-fu slippers before so he had never realized that he only had four toes on each foot instead of the normal five. Ever so gently, he ran his finger across the top of the little foot, much like he would to wake up any cat.
Wufei's foot jiggled several times, kicking back and forth to remove the annoying thing touching his sensitive tootsies. He blinked his eyes open slowly, not wanting to wake up just yet. However, through his hazey awakening, he realized that his sunbeam had moved at some point during the afternoon. He blinked open his eyes to stare at Treize and wondered what the heck was going on. "Yes?"
"I'm curious Wu-chan, is this another reaction to the chemical reaction?" he asked as he gently stroked the top of the boy's foot.
Wufei quickly pulled his foot back away from the man, glaring slightly, his ears going back as well as his tail twitching. "No. I've always had four toes on each foot."
"Hm, perhaps you were a cat in a past life or something. You certainly act like one. Or maybe you are one of those mythical shape-shifters which go from critter to human to something in between."
Wufei raised an eyebrow as he gently sat up, stretching, waking up from his wonderful nap. "Don't be silly Kushrenada. There's nothing animal-like about me," he insisted as he started to give himself a slight bath as he licked the palm of his hand and wetted his hair so that it wouldn't stick up as much.