Boltstuck ~ Gundam Wing Fanfiction

Kitten's Claws
Part 2

C & C always welcome.

Quatre leaned carefully over Heero’s shoulder, wanting to read the screen without disturbing the Wing pilot. "Still nothing?"

"No." Heero answered shortly, as he continued to scan through lists and lists of OZ prisoner reports.

"Its been three weeks."

"He's a high level prisoner." Heero snapped back, "They'd be moving him around constantly and probably keeping his reports coded."

"Or they just killed him once they got the information they needed."

The glass Heero was drinking from shattered in his hand. Quatre yelped and rushed to the bathroom. Heero regarded his wounded appendage thoughtfully.

[Quatre is right,] The Perfect Soldier noted, [OZ seldom keeps prisoners this long unless they offered a political advantage. I should give it up and stop wasting my time.] It was true, but something about the whole situation bothered him.

For one, OZ had yet to use Duo has bait, which would be the logical maneuver to capture the other pilots. For another, they weren't nearly this careful when it came to hiding a prisoner, even a such an important one. There simply weren't any codes tha the Perfect Soldier couldn't break through. It was as if OZ hadn't captured Duo at all. But then....who had?

Quatre rushed back into the room, one of their many first aid kits clutched firmly in one hand, a towel in the other. He crouched next to Heero's chair and gently went about removing the bits of glass.

"I know you miss Duo." the blonde said softly, wiping the blood away.

Heero gave a non-committal grunt.

"I understand. But....you have to face the truth. You can't go on like this, when there is nothing to look for." getting no response, Quatre sighed and applied disinfectant before wrapping his hand with soft bandages. He stood up, taking the supplie with him. "We'll be meeting up with Trowa and Wufei again in few days. Maybe they'll have some suggestions."

"Aa." Heero replied vaguely.

Duo's knees trembled as he lowered himself back onto the bed. The entire world seemed to be reeling and his breath was harsh in his throat. [What's happened to me? What am I? What's happened?] He was distantly aware of the boy standing in front of him.

"Calm down a bit," the other said, "Ya getting all panicky and that's not good. Could react badly with tha drugs an' all that."

Duo looked up at him, eyes wide and chaotic. He viciously grabbed the boy's arm, hauling him down so they were face to face. "What did they *do* to me?"

"Changed ya. Jus' like me. Cat crosses they said, " the boy smirked. "Better than them wolf crosses. Those freaks are real idiots! Nasty too, more wolf then person." he tossed his head, giving Duo a flash of markings on his forehead. Duo grabbed he others thick ruff of bangs, yanking them back to get a better view.

Small, black lines marked his forehead like tiger strips, creating a small V pointing towards his nose. Fur covered the entire length of his brow. Duo could clearly the hairs, though the rest, besides the lines, were skin colored. With trembling fingers, he brushed over it. Soft and light, not thick like a true cat's would be. The boy sighed, eyes fluttering shut.

"Stop that now, you're really not my type." he murmured, his voice containing a strange vibration. Suddenly realizing how much the other was enjoying his fearful touch, he pushed the boy away.

"Bastards," he growled, "I'm going to get them for this, soon as I get out of here and get myself back to normal."

"There is no normal. This is life, forever." the boy said in rather somber tone, perched in the chair again. He cocked his head at Duo's look, fangs bared in a grin. "You're a lucky one. For looks only ya eyes changed. Me, I got fur all up and down my back and these teeth! I tore my lips up quite a bit ‘fore I got used ta them." he extended his hands, gazing at them, "Least my hands are all normal. there was this one guy who had claws on his hands. Was real nasty lookin' and hurt ‘im alot...."

"Like I *care*," Duo snarled, anger building up inside of him. Who was this kid that he could act this way?!? Like having your entire world turned upside down was no big deal?! Duo reached up and dug his hands into his scalp. Everything was wrong! The world was all out of place. Images were too bright, too clear. Sound too loud, too deep, pricing his eardrums. It was too much!

With a growl, he swept out his arm, cleaning the bedside table and sending metal pitcher crashing to the floor, spraying water everywhere. The container impacted the hard floor with a harsh clattering and horrible ringing. Duo wailed in protest when the sound exploded in his ears.

"Christ!" the boy yelped, frantically shaking off the water that splashed on him. "I told ya not to get upset! You're gonna be all screwy in the head for while, ya jus' gotta take it easy!"

Duo pulled his knees up to his chest, tucked in his chin and covered his ears with his hands. "Its not real, it can't be real. I'm going to wake up tomorrow with Heero scolding me for waking him up and everything is going to be the same. Its not real..."

No matter how many times he repeated it, nothing changed.

The boy who called himself 'Lynx' watched his new companion through the observation mirror set in the other's quarters. It had been nearly four days since the braided boy's awakening and while his physical state was greatly improved, his mental state was still on the rocks. At least he excepted the fact that his situation was very much real. Sadly, he had moved from there to trying to kill whoever entered the room. Which was why Lynx watched him from a secure distance.

He was rather disappointed, yet still held onto his hope. Lynx was a follower. And the one thing a follower wanted the most was a good leader. This new comer had appealed to him has being just the leader he was looking for. He had a good scent, Lynx trusted him the moment he was allowed to visit, which was much more then could be said of the some of the scientist, doctors, and administrators that ran the Project. And he didn't like the Wolves one bit.

Either way, this one was certainly worthwhile. If he could keep his wits about him and pull through this with a more-or-less acceptable amount of sanity, then he was worthy of Lynx's devotion. Lynx grinned slightly and lightly scratched the fur on his forehead.

[His cute too, but just not my type. Too bad, really, I'd love a mate.] Smirking slightly at his lecherous thoughts, he almost missed the approach of one of his least like doctors. Almost. Nose twitching in annoyance at have to breath that foul sent Lynx scuttling off the table he'd been sitting on and into a corner. Footsteps and wave of sharply chemical perfume and the human's own, unpleasant odor, marked her arrival.

"No need to hide from me, little cat." the woman spoke in soft, cultured voice that carried the undertones of threat. "I'm only here to give your medicine."

Lynx winced, then the all-too familiar ache in his body reminded him that it had been a while since his last injection. Hissing under his breath, he slid out into the open. "I woulda gotten it myself." he muttered, extending his arm. He could take it quicker and easier in the neck, but he rather disliked letting that woman get to close to his vitals.

She smiled, showing perfect, pearly white teeth and firmly placing the hypro-spray against his arm. "You've been deliberately waiting to long for you injections. That's dangerous. We can't have you going into an attack, now can we?"

"Of course not." he half-snarled in return, then closed his eyes against the brief flash of pain and burning as the drug was entered into his system. The vague dizziness and muscle pain that had be plaguing him for the past three hours faded, replaced with a fresh, rejuvenated feeling. Despite the pleasant sensation, he pulled his arm tight against his body, fingers clawing at the injection point, as if he could dig the drug out of his system forever.

He was allowed full rein of the compound (with few exceptions) and allowed to leave into the outside world whenever he please. Absolute freedom. But he always came back. Always came for *this*, for the drug his body could no longer function without. The drug that had been custom made just for him, binding him to them and their ambitions tighter then any chain.

With a soft snarl, Lynx retreated back this corner, obsidian eyes glaring at the doctor until she left.


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	Kitten's Claws Part 2 C & C always welcome. Quatre leaned carefully over Heero’s shoulder, wanting to read the screen without disturbing the Wing pilot. "Still nothing?" "No." Heero answered shortly, as he continued to scan through lists and lists of OZ prisoner reports. "Its been three weeks." "He's a high level prisoner." Heero snapped back, "They'd be moving him around constantly and probably keeping his reports coded." "Or they just killed him once they got the information they needed." The glass Heero was drinking from shattered in his hand. Quatre yelped and rushed to the bathroom. Heero regarded his wounded appendage thoughtfully. [Quatre is right,] The Perfect Soldier noted, [OZ seldom keeps prisoners this long unless they offered a political advantage. I should give it up and stop wasting my time.] It was true, but something about the whole situation bothered him. For one, OZ had yet to use Duo has bait, which would be the logical maneuver to capture the other pilots. For another, they weren't nearly this careful when it came to hiding a prisoner, even a such an important one. There simply weren't any codes tha the Perfect Soldier couldn't break through. It was as if OZ hadn't captured Duo at all. But then....who had? Quatre rushed back into the room, one of their many first aid kits clutched firmly in one hand, a towel in the other. He crouched next to Heero's chair and gently went about removing the bits of glass. "I know you miss Duo." the blonde said softly, wiping the blood away. Heero gave a non-committal grunt. "I understand. But....you have to face the truth. You can't go on like this, when there is nothing to look for." getting no response, Quatre sighed and applied disinfectant before wrapping his hand with soft bandages. He stood up, taking the supplie with him. "We'll be meeting up with Trowa and Wufei again in few days. Maybe they'll have some suggestions." "Aa." Heero replied vaguely. Duo's knees trembled as he lowered himself back onto the bed. The entire world seemed to be reeling and his breath was harsh in his throat. [What's happened to me? What am I? What's happened?] He was distantly aware of the boy standing in front of him. "Calm down a bit," the other said, "Ya getting all panicky and that's not good. Could react badly with tha drugs an' all that." Duo looked up at him, eyes wide and chaotic. He viciously grabbed the boy's arm, hauling him down so they were face to face. "What did they do to me?" "Changed ya. Jus' like me. Cat crosses they said, " the boy smirked. "Better than them wolf crosses. Those freaks are real idiots! Nasty too, more wolf then person." he tossed his head, giving Duo a flash of markings on his forehead. Duo grabbed he others thick ruff of bangs, yanking them back to get a better view. Small, black lines marked his forehead like tiger strips, creating a small V pointing towards his nose. Fur covered the entire length of his brow. Duo could clearly the hairs, though the rest, besides the lines, were skin colored. With trembling fingers, he brushed over it. Soft and light, not thick like a true cat's would be. The boy sighed, eyes fluttering shut. "Stop that now, you're really not my type." he murmured, his voice containing a strange vibration. Suddenly realizing how much the other was enjoying his fearful touch, he pushed the boy away. "Bastards," he growled, "I'm going to get them for this, soon as I get out of here and get myself back to normal." "There is no normal. This is life, forever." the boy said in rather somber tone, perched in the chair again. He cocked his head at Duo's look, fangs bared in a grin. "You're a lucky one. For looks only ya eyes changed. Me, I got fur all up and down my back and these teeth! I tore my lips up quite a bit ‘fore I got used ta them." he extended his hands, gazing at them, "Least my hands are all normal. there was this one guy who had claws on his hands. Was real nasty lookin' and hurt ‘im alot...." "Like I care," Duo snarled, anger building up inside of him. Who was this kid that he could act this way?!? Like having your entire world turned upside down was no big deal?! Duo reached up and dug his hands into his scalp. Everything was wrong! The world was all out of place. Images were too bright, too clear. Sound too loud, too deep, pricing his eardrums. It was too much! With a growl, he swept out his arm, cleaning the bedside table and sending metal pitcher crashing to the floor, spraying water everywhere. The container impacted the hard floor with a harsh clattering and horrible ringing. Duo wailed in protest when the sound exploded in his ears. "Christ!" the boy yelped, frantically shaking off the water that splashed on him. "I told ya not to get upset! You're gonna be all screwy in the head for while, ya jus' gotta take it easy!" Duo pulled his knees up to his chest, tucked in his chin and covered his ears with his hands. "Its not real, it can't be real. I'm going to wake up tomorrow with Heero scolding me for waking him up and everything is going to be the same. Its not real..." No matter how many times he repeated it, nothing changed. The boy who called himself 'Lynx' watched his new companion through the observation mirror set in the other's quarters. It had been nearly four days since the braided boy's awakening and while his physical state was greatly improved, his mental state was still on the rocks. At least he excepted the fact that his situation was very much real. Sadly, he had moved from there to trying to kill whoever entered the room. Which was why Lynx watched him from a secure distance. He was rather disappointed, yet still held onto his hope. Lynx was a follower. And the one thing a follower wanted the most was a good leader. This new comer had appealed to him has being just the leader he was looking for. He had a good scent, Lynx trusted him the moment he was allowed to visit, which was much more then could be said of the some of the scientist, doctors, and administrators that ran the Project. And he didn't like the Wolves one bit. Either way, this one was certainly worthwhile. If he could keep his wits about him and pull through this with a more-or-less acceptable amount of sanity, then he was worthy of Lynx's devotion. Lynx grinned slightly and lightly scratched the fur on his forehead. [His cute too, but just not my type. Too bad, really, I'd love a mate.] Smirking slightly at his lecherous thoughts, he almost missed the approach of one of his least like doctors. Almost. Nose twitching in annoyance at have to breath that foul sent Lynx scuttling off the table he'd been sitting on and into a corner. Footsteps and wave of sharply chemical perfume and the human's own, unpleasant odor, marked her arrival. "No need to hide from me, little cat." the woman spoke in soft, cultured voice that carried the undertones of threat. "I'm only here to give your medicine." Lynx winced, then the all-too familiar ache in his body reminded him that it had been a while since his last injection. Hissing under his breath, he slid out into the open. "I woulda gotten it myself." he muttered, extending his arm. He could take it quicker and easier in the neck, but he rather disliked letting that woman get to close to his vitals. She smiled, showing perfect, pearly white teeth and firmly placing the hypro-spray against his arm. "You've been deliberately waiting to long for you injections. That's dangerous. We can't have you going into an attack, now can we?" "Of course not." he half-snarled in return, then closed his eyes against the brief flash of pain and burning as the drug was entered into his system. The vague dizziness and muscle pain that had be plaguing him for the past three hours faded, replaced with a fresh, rejuvenated feeling. Despite the pleasant sensation, he pulled his arm tight against his body, fingers clawing at the injection point, as if he could dig the drug out of his system forever. He was allowed full rein of the compound (with few exceptions) and allowed to leave into the outside world whenever he please. Absolute freedom. But he always came back. Always came for this, for the drug his body could no longer function without. The drug that had been custom made just for him, binding him to them and their ambitions tighter then any chain. With a soft snarl, Lynx retreated back this corner, obsidian eyes glaring at the doctor until she left.