Boltstuck ~ Gundam Wing Fanfiction

Kitten's Claws
Part 3

C & C always welcome.

Duo twisted the metal leg of the chair, turning it until it resembled a candy twist. Then he twisted it back to its normal position and repeated the processes. This had become a rather amusing past time over the past couple days. Bend the leg that way, bend it this way. He'd already made a heart out of one of the other legs.

Yes, he was bored and knew it. No one came in to visit him, perfectly understandable since he would have attacked them, all the food was delivered via slots in the wall. He had considered breaking the mirror to see who was behind it, but he knew they would just gas him again and replace it. Sigh.

"Bored, bored,” he said in sing-song voice, seeing how far he could bend the leg. His strength had increased greatly in the first few days, he guessed he was better then Heero now. That thought made him grin.

Strength wasn't the only part of him that had improved. The blockage in his nose had cleared up and added an entirely new dimension to his life. He could now distinguish the four different types of chemical cleaner that had been used in his room. He could detect the laundry soap that his sheets were washed in *under* his own scent. The chair he was re-shaping smelled strongly of another male, that guy who had been in here in the beginning. He could even pick out the same scent lingering on his hands from where he'd grabbed the other, despite having washed.

Duo couldn't recognize half the things he smelled and it was rather overwhelming, even more so then his increased hearing and sight. Actually, seeing in the dark was kinda cool.

He tried to tie the leg in a bow and failed. With scowl, he shoved the chair away and scratched at the stain on his shirt. They'd given him new clothes this morning, but he'd already spilt some food on them. The reek of fish stock was annoying. "Someone could at least give a book or something. Maybe a crossword puzzle.” He tugged at his braid and winced. The only shampoo available was a cheap kind that smelled awfully and made his hair dry and rough.

He jumped to his feet and sauntered over to the mirror and banged on it. Gently. "Hey, you! Think you could give me some better shampoo or something?! My hair's a wreck! Come on! Your mother was a jackass!” he stuck his fingers in his mouth and pulled downward, wagging his tongue at his reflection and at the people he knew were watching him. He considered mooning them. Chuckling, he started to turn away, but stopped half-way, glancing back. The light from the ceiling reflected in his eyes, giving off a greenish glow. He shuddered and looked away completely, going to find something to entertain himself with until lunch came.

Mmmm, maybe he could try reshaping the bed legs....

Something was wrong. It becoming harder to draw breath, his muscles ached and burned, and his head felt thick and heavy. He sprawled on the bed, trying desperately to breath normally, but only managing harsh pants.

[It hurts....what's wrong....I can't breath....] he clutched at his chest as the constriction grew tighter. Panic blazed. [Can't breath...make stop...can't breath...] His sight became muddled, images blurring together. He trashed on the bed, fighting against whatever was causing this agony.

Something pressed against his neck, heralding a pinprick of pain and flash of heat. He jerked away from it and continued to thrash. Slowly, the discomfort began to ease, his lungs loosened, tension in his muscles seeping away.

[Air!] he thought in relief, taking big gulps of the precious stuff. He lay still for a moment, just breathing, rejoicing in this simple action. As the rest of the pain dissipated, Duo became aware of someone beside him. He quickly pushed himself up, only to be stopped by what felt like a gun on his neck.

"I wouldn't. The poison in here won't kill you, but it will make you wish you were dead. Believe me, I designed it myself.” The woman informed him, the corner of her lip curled up in a cruel smirk. She stank of perfume and blood and chemicals, along with her own personal scent. If maliciousness could be given an odor, Duo was certain this was it.

"Just for me? How sweet!” he responded cheekily.

"Don't flatter yourself, I developed it for all geno-crosses.” she nudged the hypro-spray a little hard on his neck. "I've come to explain a few things to you, how you answer determines whether or not you keep that witty little mind of yours.” Duo's lips tightened at her threat and he remained silent.

"That's a good boy. Now, what you just experienced is the start withdrawal. You've noticed the strange taste in your food, yes? No, don't nod, my finger my slip and inject you. Just answer me.”

"Yes.” he hissed, disliking her more with every second.

"There's a love. Well, that taste was a drug, tailored to suit only you. Slowly but surely you have become addicted to it. Now your body needs it has much as your blood. None was put in your lunch or breakfast today, which is why you started into withdrawal. If we'd left you alone much longer you'd be dead.”

"Good to know you care.”

"I don't. You're just an expensive experiment and killing you straight out would be a waste of time and money.”

"Honest, I like that.”

The woman's mouth twitched. "You are a clever one. Listen well, if you want your freedom from us, you're going to have to work for it. There is a high call for security guards, assassins, and spies with your unique abilities. We hire you out, you do the job, you succeed and come one step closer to receiving the antidote to your addiction.”

Duo's eyes narrowed. [She hadn't said how long I would have work for them. Me smells a trap. There may not even be an antidote.] his eyes flashed to the instrument in her other hand, the empty one, [Shit. I can't escape them. I'm going to have to work with this. Maybe if I can get back with Heero and the others, we should be able to come up with something.]

"Thinking bit too long, darling, my finger is getting tired.”

"Not much of choice, is it?” Duo granted her with his best Yuy Death Glare (tm). Not as good as the original, but worthy enough. The woman hardly reacted. "Very well then, we'll play it your way....for now.”

The woman smiled, the kind of smile that send little children running for cover. "Forever, cat-child, forever.” Removing the hypro-spray, she stood easily. "Your training begins now. Lynx will show you the way.” With that, she left the room with a clinking of heels.

Duo sat up completely, rubbing at his neck. [Bitch.] He pushed himself to his feet just as a pale head appeared in the doorway.

"Is it safe ta come in? Not gonna kill me, are ya?”

Duo grinned, "Not unless you push me.”

"I'll keep that in mind.” the boy from before smirked, moving into the room. He seemed to glide more then walk, each movement studied and graceful, not wasting a signal ounce of unnecessary energy. He moved like a dancer.

"Good idea. Are you Lynx?”

"Yup! Lets get ya some proper clothes and start ya training. Oh, yeah, what do I call you?”

Duo smirked, moving liquidly next to and past the other boy. "Call me Kitten.”

"This is a gun,” the man informed Duo with a hint of self importance. "You will be using this a great deal in your new line of work.” He showed the weapon to the scornful Gundam pilot. It was nifty little handgun, complete with silencer for Duo and Lynx's sensitive ears.

"Really?!?” Duo bounced eagerly, braid tossing about with his movement. The man smiled one of those tolerant "Your just an idiot so I'll forgive you” smiles that are better suited to dogs.

"Yes, indeed. Now, you hold it like this, there you go, and stroke the trigger don't pull and.....”

There was a series of muffled, near silent bangs and suddenly each of the man shaped targets contained perfect heart and head shots. Except one which had a smiley face.

"....urrm....I think that's enough gun training. Lets move onto knives, shall we?”

"Wow! Where the hell did ya learn those moves?!?” Lynx gushed from his position on a table. "I mean...wow! I'm not nearly that good and I've been training for...like, weeks!”

"Oh....I picked things up here and there.” Duo evaded, brushing off his black shirt. He started to head back to his room, a shower firmly in mind, when Lynx grabbed his arm.

"No, no, Kitten, you have a new place now. Right next ta mine. C'mon, I'll show ya.” Jumping off the table and maintaining his grip on Duo's arm, Lynx hauled down a confusing labyrinth of hallways. After countless turns and twists, they stopped in front of a door. It was set in hallway full of them, but this one was different. For this one had been painted a particularly vivid shade of neon green.

"It glows in the dark, too.” Lynx said with a certain amount of pride.

"Uhhhh....”

"Neat, uh? I painted it so I could always find it. You wouldn't *believe* how easy it is to get lost in this place.

Duo thought of the maze they had moved through to get there and decided that, yes, he most certainly could believe it. Lynx pushed open the door. Beyond was a combination living room, kitchen, and dinning room. Everything was in muted tone of beige, brown, and gold, and smelled strongly of cleaning fluids, food, Lynx, and a few other people scents. The back wall curved and was broken with eight doors. Lynx pointed to one with a neon green six point star on it.

"That's mine, ya pick whichever other one ya want. The clothes and stuff you picked out are already there and put away and everything.” Lynx flung himself on the couch with an ‘umph' and snagged the remote. "Might wanna settle in ‘fore dinner.” he suggested, flicking on the TV.

Duo shrugged. Why not? The room he chose held only a bed, a dresser, a desk, and an armchair. No windows. He approached the bed and drapped himself on it, a puff of fabric dust and smell of detergent accompanied his movements. He star at the ceiling above him.

[Another unfamiliar ceiling.] he flipped onto his back and pressed his face into the pillow. The image of a face drifted into his thoughts. [Heero.] He missed his friends. He missed his Gundam. Most of all, he missed that stony faced, death-threat spouting psychopath. He missed Heero. Drifting between sleep and awareness, he entertained himself with fantasies of a hot spring, some alcohol, and Heero...naked.


	Boltstuck Gundam Wing Fanfiction / All Fanfiction
	Kitten's Claws Part 3 C & C always welcome. Duo twisted the metal leg of the chair, turning it until it resembled a candy twist. Then he twisted it back to its normal position and repeated the processes. This had become a rather amusing past time over the past couple days. Bend the leg that way, bend it this way. He'd already made a heart out of one of the other legs. Yes, he was bored and knew it. No one came in to visit him, perfectly understandable since he would have attacked them, all the food was delivered via slots in the wall. He had considered breaking the mirror to see who was behind it, but he knew they would just gas him again and replace it. Sigh. "Bored, bored,” he said in sing-song voice, seeing how far he could bend the leg. His strength had increased greatly in the first few days, he guessed he was better then Heero now. That thought made him grin. Strength wasn't the only part of him that had improved. The blockage in his nose had cleared up and added an entirely new dimension to his life. He could now distinguish the four different types of chemical cleaner that had been used in his room. He could detect the laundry soap that his sheets were washed in under his own scent. The chair he was re-shaping smelled strongly of another male, that guy who had been in here in the beginning. He could even pick out the same scent lingering on his hands from where he'd grabbed the other, despite having washed. Duo couldn't recognize half the things he smelled and it was rather overwhelming, even more so then his increased hearing and sight. Actually, seeing in the dark was kinda cool. He tried to tie the leg in a bow and failed. With scowl, he shoved the chair away and scratched at the stain on his shirt. They'd given him new clothes this morning, but he'd already spilt some food on them. The reek of fish stock was annoying. "Someone could at least give a book or something. Maybe a crossword puzzle.” He tugged at his braid and winced. The only shampoo available was a cheap kind that smelled awfully and made his hair dry and rough. He jumped to his feet and sauntered over to the mirror and banged on it. Gently. "Hey, you! Think you could give me some better shampoo or something?! My hair's a wreck! Come on! Your mother was a jackass!” he stuck his fingers in his mouth and pulled downward, wagging his tongue at his reflection and at the people he knew were watching him. He considered mooning them. Chuckling, he started to turn away, but stopped half-way, glancing back. The light from the ceiling reflected in his eyes, giving off a greenish glow. He shuddered and looked away completely, going to find something to entertain himself with until lunch came. Mmmm, maybe he could try reshaping the bed legs.... Something was wrong. It becoming harder to draw breath, his muscles ached and burned, and his head felt thick and heavy. He sprawled on the bed, trying desperately to breath normally, but only managing harsh pants. [It hurts....what's wrong....I can't breath....] he clutched at his chest as the constriction grew tighter. Panic blazed. [Can't breath...make stop...can't breath...] His sight became muddled, images blurring together. He trashed on the bed, fighting against whatever was causing this agony. Something pressed against his neck, heralding a pinprick of pain and flash of heat. He jerked away from it and continued to thrash. Slowly, the discomfort began to ease, his lungs loosened, tension in his muscles seeping away. [Air!] he thought in relief, taking big gulps of the precious stuff. He lay still for a moment, just breathing, rejoicing in this simple action. As the rest of the pain dissipated, Duo became aware of someone beside him. He quickly pushed himself up, only to be stopped by what felt like a gun on his neck. "I wouldn't. The poison in here won't kill you, but it will make you wish you were dead. Believe me, I designed it myself.” The woman informed him, the corner of her lip curled up in a cruel smirk. She stank of perfume and blood and chemicals, along with her own personal scent. If maliciousness could be given an odor, Duo was certain this was it. "Just for me? How sweet!” he responded cheekily. "Don't flatter yourself, I developed it for all geno-crosses.” she nudged the hypro-spray a little hard on his neck. "I've come to explain a few things to you, how you answer determines whether or not you keep that witty little mind of yours.” Duo's lips tightened at her threat and he remained silent. "That's a good boy. Now, what you just experienced is the start withdrawal. You've noticed the strange taste in your food, yes? No, don't nod, my finger my slip and inject you. Just answer me.” "Yes.” he hissed, disliking her more with every second. "There's a love. Well, that taste was a drug, tailored to suit only you. Slowly but surely you have become addicted to it. Now your body needs it has much as your blood. None was put in your lunch or breakfast today, which is why you started into withdrawal. If we'd left you alone much longer you'd be dead.” "Good to know you care.” "I don't. You're just an expensive experiment and killing you straight out would be a waste of time and money.” "Honest, I like that.” The woman's mouth twitched. "You are a clever one. Listen well, if you want your freedom from us, you're going to have to work for it. There is a high call for security guards, assassins, and spies with your unique abilities. We hire you out, you do the job, you succeed and come one step closer to receiving the antidote to your addiction.” Duo's eyes narrowed. [She hadn't said how long I would have work for them. Me smells a trap. There may not even be an antidote.] his eyes flashed to the instrument in her other hand, the empty one, [Shit. I can't escape them. I'm going to have to work with this. Maybe if I can get back with Heero and the others, we should be able to come up with something.] "Thinking bit too long, darling, my finger is getting tired.” "Not much of choice, is it?” Duo granted her with his best Yuy Death Glare (tm). Not as good as the original, but worthy enough. The woman hardly reacted. "Very well then, we'll play it your way....for now.” The woman smiled, the kind of smile that send little children running for cover. "Forever, cat-child, forever.” Removing the hypro-spray, she stood easily. "Your training begins now. Lynx will show you the way.” With that, she left the room with a clinking of heels. Duo sat up completely, rubbing at his neck. [Bitch.] He pushed himself to his feet just as a pale head appeared in the doorway. "Is it safe ta come in? Not gonna kill me, are ya?” Duo grinned, "Not unless you push me.” "I'll keep that in mind.” the boy from before smirked, moving into the room. He seemed to glide more then walk, each movement studied and graceful, not wasting a signal ounce of unnecessary energy. He moved like a dancer. "Good idea. Are you Lynx?” "Yup! Lets get ya some proper clothes and start ya training. Oh, yeah, what do I call you?” Duo smirked, moving liquidly next to and past the other boy. "Call me Kitten.” "This is a gun,” the man informed Duo with a hint of self importance. "You will be using this a great deal in your new line of work.” He showed the weapon to the scornful Gundam pilot. It was nifty little handgun, complete with silencer for Duo and Lynx's sensitive ears. "Really?!?” Duo bounced eagerly, braid tossing about with his movement. The man smiled one of those tolerant "Your just an idiot so I'll forgive you” smiles that are better suited to dogs. "Yes, indeed. Now, you hold it like this, there you go, and stroke the trigger don't pull and.....” There was a series of muffled, near silent bangs and suddenly each of the man shaped targets contained perfect heart and head shots. Except one which had a smiley face. "....urrm....I think that's enough gun training. Lets move onto knives, shall we?” "Wow! Where the hell did ya learn those moves?!?” Lynx gushed from his position on a table. "I mean...wow! I'm not nearly that good and I've been training for...like, weeks!” "Oh....I picked things up here and there.” Duo evaded, brushing off his black shirt. He started to head back to his room, a shower firmly in mind, when Lynx grabbed his arm. "No, no, Kitten, you have a new place now. Right next ta mine. C'mon, I'll show ya.” Jumping off the table and maintaining his grip on Duo's arm, Lynx hauled down a confusing labyrinth of hallways. After countless turns and twists, they stopped in front of a door. It was set in hallway full of them, but this one was different. For this one had been painted a particularly vivid shade of neon green. "It glows in the dark, too.” Lynx said with a certain amount of pride. "Uhhhh....” "Neat, uh? I painted it so I could always find it. You wouldn't believe how easy it is to get lost in this place. Duo thought of the maze they had moved through to get there and decided that, yes, he most certainly could believe it. Lynx pushed open the door. Beyond was a combination living room, kitchen, and dinning room. Everything was in muted tone of beige, brown, and gold, and smelled strongly of cleaning fluids, food, Lynx, and a few other people scents. The back wall curved and was broken with eight doors. Lynx pointed to one with a neon green six point star on it. "That's mine, ya pick whichever other one ya want. The clothes and stuff you picked out are already there and put away and everything.” Lynx flung himself on the couch with an ‘umph' and snagged the remote. "Might wanna settle in ‘fore dinner.” he suggested, flicking on the TV. Duo shrugged. Why not? The room he chose held only a bed, a dresser, a desk, and an armchair. No windows. He approached the bed and drapped himself on it, a puff of fabric dust and smell of detergent accompanied his movements. He star at the ceiling above him. [Another unfamiliar ceiling.] he flipped onto his back and pressed his face into the pillow. The image of a face drifted into his thoughts. [Heero.] He missed his friends. He missed his Gundam. Most of all, he missed that stony faced, death-threat spouting psychopath. He missed Heero. Drifting between sleep and awareness, he entertained himself with fantasies of a hot spring, some alcohol, and Heero...naked.