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Kitten	By : Horuseye Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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 (my job and the
university stuff *groans*), this might 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, �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 I�ve been in a fight � )

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/ 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�
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 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.)
(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.)
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