Boltstuck ~ Gundam Wing Fanfiction

Kitten's Claws
Part 4

C & C always welcome.

"I've heard its a bad idea to eat and work on the computer at the same time." Wufei remarked dryly, forced to hold his plate in his lap as the aforementioned computer was taking up most of the tiny table.

"Hn." Heero respond. Quatre lightly kicked Wufei under the table.

"Leave him alone, it was the only way I could get him to leave his room." the gentle blonde frowned, sipping gingerly at his hot tea. Wufei made a face and poked at his rice.

Heero just ignored them. "I've compiled a list of various companies and organizations that would gain something by capturing a Gundam pilot. So far, I've narrowed the list down two hundred and six."(1)

The other pilots glanced at each other, the same unspoken thought passing between them. A cross of 'He's still at it' and 'Will he ever give up?'. Locating Duo had been their main objective for the past three months, but with nary a clue in sight, hope of ever finding him was quickly fading. Wufei had already given him up for lost. Quatre, surprisingly enough, was next. Trowa figured he was dead from the beginning, but saw no harm in still searching, so long as it didn't interfere with any mission.

Heero held onto hope with a death grip. He *would* find out what had happened to Duo, even if it was just a report of his death. Something inside of him would never leave him alone if he didn't. He frowned and worked on making the list smaller.

"That's good," Trowa said, "Keep the list on file, we may need it later."

"Aa."

Quatre set his cup in a small space on the table and leaned forward. "Why don't we go out tonight? To a club or something."

"It has been awhile...." Wufei said slowly, not overly thrilled at the idea of going some place loud and crowded, but eager to go out none-the-less.

"Hmm-mmm," Quatre gave him a grateful look. "I know of the perfect place, it'll be fun."

Trowa nodded, he would go anywhere Quatre wanted. Wufei agreed as well. Everyone looked at Heero. And stared. And stared some more. Finally, Heero noticed he was the center of attention.

What were they talking about? Oh, right, going out.

"Maybe."

"Please Heero, it will be good for you." Quatre prodded.

"You guys go out, I'll think about it. If I decide to go, I will." he paused in his typing long enough to scarf down a sandwich.

The others sighed. Well, it at least it was something.

Down in the gym built just for them, two young male tussled and fought, tearing and pulling at each other with enhanced strength, trying to see who could get the advantage. High above, in an observation deck set in a wall, an old man watched their antics with a tender heart.

His babies. They were so beautiful.

Sighing in contentment, the man lowered his sore, aging body into a nearby armchair, positioned close to the window so he could continue to see his lovely darlings. Their displays of strength and agility thrilled him beyond words. It was his theories, his research that enabled their genetic alterations. His decades of work, all devoted the enhancement of the human body. And all of it had been preverted by this trice damned Project.

His heart ached when he thought of all the failures, those wonderful, beautiful boys and girls, all dead or killed. His precious children, meant to be given the gift of super-natural body, the joys of physical perfection through the addition animal gentics into their own, of them brought to a painful, unnecessary end. He should have known better then give his research to these idiots.

But oh, how he had longed to see his theories in act. And the founders of the Project had promised him he would. Well, he had. Those that suceeded; the five with wolf and canine genes, and the three with cat genes, brought him such joy when he thought of them, observed them, but it wasn't enough to make up for the pain of all those loses. Nor did the pain end there. For Zenos (the company which ran and founded the project) had devloped drugs that would forever keep his angels under their control.

It was simply wrong and he wouldn't stand for it.

His babies deserved freedom! They were still human and all humans had the rights to make their own lives. No matter the cost, no matter what happened, he would make sure they got it.

Heaving himself to his feet, he returned to his work on the antidote. (2)

The nurse glance up as Lynx and Duo, both covered with bruises, sratches, and (in Duo's case) bite marks, walked into the infirmary. The two boys had wide grins on their faces and were looking rather breathless.

"Not you two again." she sighed, hauling out the bandaids and disinfectant.

They just beamed at her.

Dr. Arashino leaned over her co-worker's shoulder, nearly shoving her breasts in his face. "A new job?"

"Hai," the man swallowed thickly, "Security, two nights only. They're expecting a break in on either day."

"Very well. Send in the Cats. Now," she flung her leg over his chair and straddled his lap. "Shall we discuss something else? Like my up coming promotion?"

"Hai....."

"Again? We just had an assignment yesterday! I only *just* got the blood out my hair!"

"Sorry, its orders. Oh, yeah, you have to take Wraith with you."

"Whoo-ooh, homicidal bitch-kitty. This jus' keeps on gettin' better an' better."

"At least you don't have to work with a wolf."

"Don't push it, pal."

Toshi was feeling pretty confident. He had already made it past the outer defensives of Mugendai Enterprises and into the building itself. According to the initial reports and scouting, there were only three guards protecting the inner structure. Simple.

He ran down the hall had a half-crouch, keeping an eye out for the guards and any cameras that might still be online. He skidded to a stop at an intersection of halls. From his memory of the map, he knew he still had a right turn, three left turns, and another few hundred feet to go before reaching the room where the information was stored. He continued forward.

There was a sound behind him, the quick shuffling of feet. He spun around. Nothing. Frowning, he scanned the darkened area best as he was able. He could have turned on the little pin-point flash light attached to his right glove, but feared alerting the guards. When nothing showed, he figure it had been his imagination and moved on.

He made his first turn, counting the doorways until he reached the next one. Once again, he heard a shuffling behind him. And again. He twisted and spun, almost catching something out of the corner of his eyes, but it flitted away before he could spot it. Panic sped up his heart, sending it racing. His breath grew short. Forgeting the guards, he snapped on the light and waved it around franticly. Nothing, nothing at all.

[No, there is something there! I can hear it, I can feel it!] Tappings and soft hissing added itself to the shuffling. Something scrapped arcoss his back.

Letting out an involentary scream, he yanked his gun free from its sheath. "Whoever you are, stay back! I have a gun!" he shouted, voice hitching slightly with his fear. A soft chuckle sounded to his left. He aimed and fired repeatedly, gunshots echoing in the space. He lifted his hand in the direct of the shots, illuminating the several neat holes in the wall.

There was another laugh, this one deep and threatening. Toshi began to shake, losing all sense. A touch ghosted over the back of his neck and he lost it, shoting all around. Anything that lingered in the hallway would have surely been hit by the flying bullets, but there was no reassuring screams of pain or explosions of flesh and bone.

Finally, there were no more bullets, only the 'click, click' of an empty clip. Silence reined. Toshi's breathing was the only sound. Slowly, the panic and adrenaline ran down, allowing some intelligence to return. [Whoever, whatever that was, its dead now.] He began seaching the area with his flashlight, looking for the body.

A pale face with flashing eyes appeared suddenly before him.

There was only a brief glimbse before he was pounced, arms twisted back, weight straddling his back. One arm snapped, sending agnoy searing through him. He sreamed and thrashed, only increasing the hurt.

"Hold still, stupid, it won't do you any good." the person pinning him down informed him. He twisted his head back, getting an impression of long reddish hair and a femine face. There was something wrong about the eyes and smile he couldn't place, couldn't get his mind to focus on. The person let out a pericing whistle that seemed to stap straight through his skull.

A stray thought drifted through his fuddled brain. [At least Petora can still make it through.] He slowly became aware of footsteps. He somehow managed to get his eyes focused enough to noticed the dark shape standing in front of him. The angle his hands were held at caused his flashlight to reveal black clothing, blood covered hands, and brown braid hanging over a slim torso.

"Caught one for you, Kitten." the woman on his back said with obvious pride.

"Very good, Wraith," a deep male voice returned, sounding slightly disgusted with something, "I go the other one." he extened his coated fingers.

Toshi's breath chocked in his throat. No....Petora.....

"Great! Job finished, lets kill this one and go home."

Hands closed around his head and twisted.

Duo scrubbed at the blood on his hands, watching it run down the sink. He wouldn't stop until every last bit was off. He couldn't stand the smell or the feel of it against his skin. Cleaniness had become a bit of an obsession for him. He suspected he had something to do with the alteration to his body.

Lynx had admitted to some behavior changes aswell; mainly his fasination for heights and absolute love of the chase. According to him, he'd been a quiet, mild mannered kid, with no particular intrest in fighting. Now he adored the physical challage of battling another person more then anything else. Hell, look at Wraith! There were time where she was so much like a cat it was unnerving. She wasn't allowed out of the compound with him or Lynx as escort and not allowed in puplic period. Her in-human appearance made that impossible.

"Oi! Kitten!"

Duo glanced over his shoulder, pulling himself free from his thoughts to notice Lynx's scent. "What is it?"

"I wanna go out!! We've been working to much freakin' much an' I wanna get away!" he voice took on a horrified quality, "Besides, Wraith hit on me again....."

Duo laughed. Checking his hands to make sure they were clean enough, he dried them on a nearby towel. "Sure, why not? Lets go have some fun!"

Heero clicked off the laptop for the first time in days and picked up the address Quatre had left him. Aw hell, why not?

A half an hour later, he arivied at the given destination. The music was loud, the people were tacky, the alcohol was cheap. Not bad. Blending easily with the crowd, Heero slipped inside. His scaning eyes quickly located the other pilots.

Quatre and Trowa were dancing--or at least, Quatre was dancing, Trowa was just sort of shifting around, eyes rivited to the blonde pilot. Wufei was sitting at a table, having managed to find some drunk to rave at. Catching each of their eyes long enough to let them know he was there, Heero went to bar and ordered a mild drink.

The music pounded in his ear, obstructing his thinking, which was for once a blessing. The bartender place his drink on the counter. He snagged it and lifted it to his mouth, observing the entire area in several quicksweeps. His glance passed by the entrance--and he froze, glass half raised.

There, by the door, multi-colored lights dancing off a hip length braid and reflecting in violet eyes.

Duo.

1) Popular, aren't they? (you do know I'm making this up? ~.~)

2) Everyone who thought bitch-queen really had an andidote to the drug, say"Aye!"


	Boltstuck Gundam Wing Fanfiction / All Fanfiction
	Kitten's Claws Part 4 C & C always welcome. "I've heard its a bad idea to eat and work on the computer at the same time." Wufei remarked dryly, forced to hold his plate in his lap as the aforementioned computer was taking up most of the tiny table. "Hn." Heero respond. Quatre lightly kicked Wufei under the table. "Leave him alone, it was the only way I could get him to leave his room." the gentle blonde frowned, sipping gingerly at his hot tea. Wufei made a face and poked at his rice. Heero just ignored them. "I've compiled a list of various companies and organizations that would gain something by capturing a Gundam pilot. So far, I've narrowed the list down two hundred and six."(1) The other pilots glanced at each other, the same unspoken thought passing between them. A cross of 'He's still at it' and 'Will he ever give up?'. Locating Duo had been their main objective for the past three months, but with nary a clue in sight, hope of ever finding him was quickly fading. Wufei had already given him up for lost. Quatre, surprisingly enough, was next. Trowa figured he was dead from the beginning, but saw no harm in still searching, so long as it didn't interfere with any mission. Heero held onto hope with a death grip. He would find out what had happened to Duo, even if it was just a report of his death. Something inside of him would never leave him alone if he didn't. He frowned and worked on making the list smaller. "That's good," Trowa said, "Keep the list on file, we may need it later." "Aa." Quatre set his cup in a small space on the table and leaned forward. "Why don't we go out tonight? To a club or something." "It has been awhile...." Wufei said slowly, not overly thrilled at the idea of going some place loud and crowded, but eager to go out none-the-less. "Hmm-mmm," Quatre gave him a grateful look. "I know of the perfect place, it'll be fun." Trowa nodded, he would go anywhere Quatre wanted. Wufei agreed as well. Everyone looked at Heero. And stared. And stared some more. Finally, Heero noticed he was the center of attention. What were they talking about? Oh, right, going out. "Maybe." "Please Heero, it will be good for you." Quatre prodded. "You guys go out, I'll think about it. If I decide to go, I will." he paused in his typing long enough to scarf down a sandwich. The others sighed. Well, it at least it was something. Down in the gym built just for them, two young male tussled and fought, tearing and pulling at each other with enhanced strength, trying to see who could get the advantage. High above, in an observation deck set in a wall, an old man watched their antics with a tender heart. His babies. They were so beautiful. Sighing in contentment, the man lowered his sore, aging body into a nearby armchair, positioned close to the window so he could continue to see his lovely darlings. Their displays of strength and agility thrilled him beyond words. It was his theories, his research that enabled their genetic alterations. His decades of work, all devoted the enhancement of the human body. And all of it had been preverted by this trice damned Project. His heart ached when he thought of all the failures, those wonderful, beautiful boys and girls, all dead or killed. His precious children, meant to be given the gift of super-natural body, the joys of physical perfection through the addition animal gentics into their own, of them brought to a painful, unnecessary end. He should have known better then give his research to these idiots. But oh, how he had longed to see his theories in act. And the founders of the Project had promised him he would. Well, he had. Those that suceeded; the five with wolf and canine genes, and the three with cat genes, brought him such joy when he thought of them, observed them, but it wasn't enough to make up for the pain of all those loses. Nor did the pain end there. For Zenos (the company which ran and founded the project) had devloped drugs that would forever keep his angels under their control. It was simply wrong and he wouldn't stand for it. His babies deserved freedom! They were still human and all humans had the rights to make their own lives. No matter the cost, no matter what happened, he would make sure they got it. Heaving himself to his feet, he returned to his work on the antidote. (2) The nurse glance up as Lynx and Duo, both covered with bruises, sratches, and (in Duo's case) bite marks, walked into the infirmary. The two boys had wide grins on their faces and were looking rather breathless. "Not you two again." she sighed, hauling out the bandaids and disinfectant. They just beamed at her. Dr. Arashino leaned over her co-worker's shoulder, nearly shoving her breasts in his face. "A new job?" "Hai," the man swallowed thickly, "Security, two nights only. They're expecting a break in on either day." "Very well. Send in the Cats. Now," she flung her leg over his chair and straddled his lap. "Shall we discuss something else? Like my up coming promotion?" "Hai....." "Again? We just had an assignment yesterday! I only just got the blood out my hair!" "Sorry, its orders. Oh, yeah, you have to take Wraith with you." "Whoo-ooh, homicidal bitch-kitty. This jus' keeps on gettin' better an' better." "At least you don't have to work with a wolf." "Don't push it, pal." Toshi was feeling pretty confident. He had already made it past the outer defensives of Mugendai Enterprises and into the building itself. According to the initial reports and scouting, there were only three guards protecting the inner structure. Simple. He ran down the hall had a half-crouch, keeping an eye out for the guards and any cameras that might still be online. He skidded to a stop at an intersection of halls. From his memory of the map, he knew he still had a right turn, three left turns, and another few hundred feet to go before reaching the room where the information was stored. He continued forward. There was a sound behind him, the quick shuffling of feet. He spun around. Nothing. Frowning, he scanned the darkened area best as he was able. He could have turned on the little pin-point flash light attached to his right glove, but feared alerting the guards. When nothing showed, he figure it had been his imagination and moved on. He made his first turn, counting the doorways until he reached the next one. Once again, he heard a shuffling behind him. And again. He twisted and spun, almost catching something out of the corner of his eyes, but it flitted away before he could spot it. Panic sped up his heart, sending it racing. His breath grew short. Forgeting the guards, he snapped on the light and waved it around franticly. Nothing, nothing at all. [No, there is something there! I can hear it, I can feel it!] Tappings and soft hissing added itself to the shuffling. Something scrapped arcoss his back. Letting out an involentary scream, he yanked his gun free from its sheath. "Whoever you are, stay back! I have a gun!" he shouted, voice hitching slightly with his fear. A soft chuckle sounded to his left. He aimed and fired repeatedly, gunshots echoing in the space. He lifted his hand in the direct of the shots, illuminating the several neat holes in the wall. There was another laugh, this one deep and threatening. Toshi began to shake, losing all sense. A touch ghosted over the back of his neck and he lost it, shoting all around. Anything that lingered in the hallway would have surely been hit by the flying bullets, but there was no reassuring screams of pain or explosions of flesh and bone. Finally, there were no more bullets, only the 'click, click' of an empty clip. Silence reined. Toshi's breathing was the only sound. Slowly, the panic and adrenaline ran down, allowing some intelligence to return. [Whoever, whatever that was, its dead now.] He began seaching the area with his flashlight, looking for the body. A pale face with flashing eyes appeared suddenly before him. There was only a brief glimbse before he was pounced, arms twisted back, weight straddling his back. One arm snapped, sending agnoy searing through him. He sreamed and thrashed, only increasing the hurt. "Hold still, stupid, it won't do you any good." the person pinning him down informed him. He twisted his head back, getting an impression of long reddish hair and a femine face. There was something wrong about the eyes and smile he couldn't place, couldn't get his mind to focus on. The person let out a pericing whistle that seemed to stap straight through his skull. A stray thought drifted through his fuddled brain. [At least Petora can still make it through.] He slowly became aware of footsteps. He somehow managed to get his eyes focused enough to noticed the dark shape standing in front of him. The angle his hands were held at caused his flashlight to reveal black clothing, blood covered hands, and brown braid hanging over a slim torso. "Caught one for you, Kitten." the woman on his back said with obvious pride. "Very good, Wraith," a deep male voice returned, sounding slightly disgusted with something, "I go the other one." he extened his coated fingers. Toshi's breath chocked in his throat. No....Petora..... "Great! Job finished, lets kill this one and go home." Hands closed around his head and twisted. Duo scrubbed at the blood on his hands, watching it run down the sink. He wouldn't stop until every last bit was off. He couldn't stand the smell or the feel of it against his skin. Cleaniness had become a bit of an obsession for him. He suspected he had something to do with the alteration to his body. Lynx had admitted to some behavior changes aswell; mainly his fasination for heights and absolute love of the chase. According to him, he'd been a quiet, mild mannered kid, with no particular intrest in fighting. Now he adored the physical challage of battling another person more then anything else. Hell, look at Wraith! There were time where she was so much like a cat it was unnerving. She wasn't allowed out of the compound with him or Lynx as escort and not allowed in puplic period. Her in-human appearance made that impossible. "Oi! Kitten!" Duo glanced over his shoulder, pulling himself free from his thoughts to notice Lynx's scent. "What is it?" "I wanna go out!! We've been working to much freakin' much an' I wanna get away!" he voice took on a horrified quality, "Besides, Wraith hit on me again....." Duo laughed. Checking his hands to make sure they were clean enough, he dried them on a nearby towel. "Sure, why not? Lets go have some fun!" Heero clicked off the laptop for the first time in days and picked up the address Quatre had left him. Aw hell, why not? A half an hour later, he arivied at the given destination. The music was loud, the people were tacky, the alcohol was cheap. Not bad. Blending easily with the crowd, Heero slipped inside. His scaning eyes quickly located the other pilots. Quatre and Trowa were dancing--or at least, Quatre was dancing, Trowa was just sort of shifting around, eyes rivited to the blonde pilot. Wufei was sitting at a table, having managed to find some drunk to rave at. Catching each of their eyes long enough to let them know he was there, Heero went to bar and ordered a mild drink. The music pounded in his ear, obstructing his thinking, which was for once a blessing. The bartender place his drink on the counter. He snagged it and lifted it to his mouth, observing the entire area in several quicksweeps. His glance passed by the entrance--and he froze, glass half raised. There, by the door, multi-colored lights dancing off a hip length braid and reflecting in violet eyes. Duo. 1) Popular, aren't they? (you do know I'm making this up? ~.~) 2) Everyone who thought bitch-queen really had an andidote to the drug, say"Aye!"