Title: A Month of Pokemon and Heero Exploration
Warnings: Strong language and gay pilots (To put it simply.)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam Pilots, or any aspects of the Pokemon world. Duos Pikachu plushie is, however, mine.
That night, Duo couldn't' get any sleep. He kept sliding off his bed at regular intervals, and directing the pokedex at Heero again. Because it had to be a mistake…right? Yet every time, it squeaked out in the same determined voice "Persian"
"I'm going to be in SO much trouble when Hee-mon…HEERO, wakes up." Duo mumbled to himself, snapping the pokedex shut for the fifth time in half an hour. He sat cross-legged on the floor in his nightshirt (Pikachu imprint, of course), pondering his current situation, which didn't look too bright. Understatement, it looked pitch black, opaque, and…full of "Omae o Korosu"
"Ok…so I could…keep him knocked out!" the idea crashed before he'd even moulded it into something useable.
"Act as if nothing happened…THAT'S a good idea." Of course, it then dawned on him that Heero MIGHT noticed the fact that he was a PoKeMoN, a whole lot shorter than before, and had his own personal Pokeball. Ok, that didn't work out either.
Duo peered over the edge of Heeros bed, where he'd covered the would-be- pilot up in a feathery blanket, and his head buried in a pillow. He looked a lot smaller now, and his stature was that of a four-legged animal. And very much…like a feline. It was quite disturbing, watching him evolve into a Pokemon without being able to do very much about it. And then of course, the growing dread as the clock ticked by, moving from three AM, to three thirty, and so on. He was running out of time, fast.
And he felt sleepy…didn't know how much longer he could keep his tired eyes open…
So…very…Zzzzz…
It wasn't long before Duo dozed off, still with his chin rested on the wooden frame of Heero's bed in a strange sitting position that looked anything but comfortable. In his jumbled mind, a plan was formulating as he swam into deep slumber. A plan that was in it's own ways, completely crazy and weird, yet so sensible. He was in the world of Pokemon, after all. Adjust to your circumstances. How'd the rest of them make it? They collected badges. They went to the gyms. That they did indeed.
*
Silence reigned in the small room in the early morning. As per usual, it was Heero who woke up first, as he always did. Standing up on the mattress, he stretched his slender paws in front of him, clawing at the sheets and gaping a yawn to expose his sharp teeth. He raised his hind leg to scratch his ear, flicking his long curled tail in rhythm to his breathing.
Paws? Tail and claws? It registered in his mind that something wasn't quite right about those phrases. Snarling quietly to himself, hoping it was just another dream; he looked down from the bed to see Duo's head rested against the mattress. A very huge Duo-head, to be more clear. A little too large in proportion to what Heero was now.
"Mreow?"
He slapped a paw/hand to his mouth, eyes widening. He didn't just say 'mreow', did he?
/=/Duo….DUO!/=/ he yelled in his mind, but all that exited his mouth was a soft 'hiss' as he death-glared the Persian-version at Duo, who was still soundly asleep. Of course, with a smile creasing his face. If he wasn't so damn cute when he was sleeping, Hee-mon, pardon me, HEERO, would probably scratch his eyes out. Instead, he resorted to poking the boy repeatedly until he stirred and began to regain consciousness.
"Wha-? Hmm…Hee-mon, attaaaack…" Duo giggled in his I'm-not-yet-awake mood.
/=/HEE-MON!? THE HELL!?/=/ Heero was starting to panic. Quick as his small cat-legs could carry him, he was off the bed in a graceful leap, and scrambled onto the dresser situated in a corner of the room. He stopped dead as soon as his eyes were raised level with his reflection, and just sat there. Petrified.
Looking back to greet him, was of course the usual stone-cold expression. Except it wasn't worn by a human. No, no, in front of him sat a creamy colored 'cat' of sorts, with pitch-black ears and a red ornament central of its head. A long tail uncurled itself from around his hindquarters. From what his open-in-shock mouth showed, he'd miraculously grown long canines.
Duo, was still dozing in the corner, having slipped off the bed and rolled under it slightly. It was just as well, because Heero would probably regain himself, and his anger, soon enough. For the moment, a very calm Persian walked with steady paces to Duo's hiding place under the bed, stirring up a tornado of dust as he swept his tail just above the floor.
"Duo?" the cat said in a deadly calm, insanely gleeful voice, tinged with every kind of evil and hatred you could imagine. It was clear as glass even though not pronounced directly. The voice woke Duo up immediately, and he whimpered to himself, staring at the wall. Trying in vain to take his mind off Heero's current…state of being, AND what it could cause him to do.
"Duoooooo…" came the purring voice again, closer this time.
"I'm..I'm..I'm not awake." Duo croaked, gulping slightly and curling into a foetal position.
"Ah, well, I am."
"Oh…well…I'm not!" Not very convincing.
"Hn. I'll tell you what I saw in the mirror today, Duo."
"A…healthy 15 year old with no features like that of a cat at all?" Duo said hopefully, still not daring to face Heero.
"No."
"This…can't be good."
"No."
"You're going to kill me now, aren't you."
"…"
Covering his eyes with his hands, leaving a few spaces between his fingers to look out, Duo rolled over to come face to face with a very angry looking Persian. Yeah, a beautifully muscular and finetuned Persian, but a Persian nevertheless. Duo put on his best fake-grin for the occasion. But fake as it was, it didn't work. At all. Heero was already crouched down close to the ground, gripping the carpeted with his claws and snarling. He gave Duo an insane look, and pounced.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE! YOU MORON!" He screamed, clawing and slashing at every possible bit of Duo he could reach.
"Aiiiiii! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! OWWW!" This really was a catfight, or a bitch fight more like it. A cat attacking Duo, who was trying to get it off him as gently as possible without…having to kill it.
"YOU SHOULD BE! TURN ME BACK! I HATE BEING A…CAT!"
"A Persian!"
"Whatever! FIX IT!" Heero roared, but stopped abruptly when a strong hand seized his neck, and brought him up against the wall. Heero choked, coughing and spluttering. Duo, with deep red marks and gashes over his face and arms, glared at him.
"ENOUGH already! Routine Drill: I let you down, you stay calm. Okie?" He began to loosen his grip on Heero. Mistake on his part again. He received another gash across his nose, and winced in pain.
"COOPERATE!" he practically strangled Heero, who was dangling a few feet off the ground, trying to get some precious oxygen.
"..O…k" Heero managed to squeak. Duo smiled happily, and removed his hand slowly, letting Heero sink to the floor to gasp for air. He was surprisingly strong as a PoKeMoN, and it didn't take him long to regain breath. But this time, his actions were more controlled.
"Explain."
"Yeah, I will, I just have t-"
"Now." Duo saluted, army style, and nodded.
"Yes sir. Sir, you blacked out when I kicked your head after you rescued me, sir. I took you to a PkMn center, sir. The PoKeBall belonged to a Persian, and somehow turned you into one when I put you in it, SIR!"
Heero gave him a blank I-don't-know-shit-about-PoKeMoN look.
"Er…you were in a Pokemon house, and the…atmosphere, yeah, turned you into one."
"That's not humanely possible." Heero snapped at him.
"It's Pokemanely possible though!" Duo grinned, but stopped as soon as he was given a cold death glare.
"So, yeah, you're a Persian. I'll demonstrate." Duo picked up the pokedex, and aimed it carefully at Heero, who simply stared. The annoying voice squawked out "Persian", followed by some random information on the species.
"Change me back." Heero demanded quietly, and it sounded like a shouted order even though it came out as a calm sentence.
"Um…"
"Well?"
"Er…you see…that's where the problem comes in."
"Problem? You know I hate that word." Heero narrowed his feline eyes and flexed his sharp black talon-resembling claws.
"I need to do some…research! That's it. Research."
"Hn. I'll give you until breakfast. NO longer, do you hear me?"
"Loud and clear." Duo was glad to have some time to try to figure out what to do. The only advantage he had, was the fact that Heero had never been near anything to do with Pokemon until he'd gone on this trip. Meaning, he knew nothing about the place. Duo withdrew to his bed slowly, keeping an eye on Heero, who had surprisingly started grooming himself. It seemed as if all the characteristics of a Persian were in him at least… /=/ Ick…that's just too disgusting…/=/ Duo thought as Heero cleaned his paw carefully. /=/Hairball…/=/
"Breakfast is early, Maxwell." Heero said quietly during a break from his 'grooming', and folded his legs under his slender body, lying majestically on the pillow to watch Duo.
"I know…don't worry, I'll have it all sorted by then."
"Worry?" Heero purred. "I'm not the one who has to 'worry', Duo." he closed his eyes comfortably, and remained a statue where he was, ears tilted forward and alert.
Duo quickly fished up his black Game Boy Color™ from his bag, whose other contents could be find…a little here and there. Flicking the power switch on, he began a feverish search through the digital pixel version of the world he was in. It wasn't long before his Charmeleon was on level 28, and the tiny figure (Consequently named Heero) was standing in front of Bill's computer, helping the crazed scientist get himself unfused from a pokemon.
Unfused…
"Bingo." Duo said quietly to the screen, as he watched the Poke Maniac waddle out of the machine. Human as he could get in his space of 20 pixels.
By the time breakfast was nearing, and the noise level outside had risen, Duo had a carefully formulated plan set out detail by detail.
To Be Continued
A/N: Haven't worked on this fic for a long time…O_o I suppose I simply haven't had any ideas on what to add ^^;; Then I played PoKeMoN Blue for my sister, came across good ol' Bill…and well, the fic was catapulted from there. Hope you's liked the chapter! ^_^ R&R, Si vous plait.
Warnings: Strong language and gay pilots (To put it simply.)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam Pilots, or any aspects of the Pokemon world. Duos Pikachu plushie is, however, mine.
That night, Duo couldn't' get any sleep. He kept sliding off his bed at regular intervals, and directing the pokedex at Heero again. Because it had to be a mistake…right? Yet every time, it squeaked out in the same determined voice "Persian"
"I'm going to be in SO much trouble when Hee-mon…HEERO, wakes up." Duo mumbled to himself, snapping the pokedex shut for the fifth time in half an hour. He sat cross-legged on the floor in his nightshirt (Pikachu imprint, of course), pondering his current situation, which didn't look too bright. Understatement, it looked pitch black, opaque, and…full of "Omae o Korosu"
"Ok…so I could…keep him knocked out!" the idea crashed before he'd even moulded it into something useable.
"Act as if nothing happened…THAT'S a good idea." Of course, it then dawned on him that Heero MIGHT noticed the fact that he was a PoKeMoN, a whole lot shorter than before, and had his own personal Pokeball. Ok, that didn't work out either.
Duo peered over the edge of Heeros bed, where he'd covered the would-be- pilot up in a feathery blanket, and his head buried in a pillow. He looked a lot smaller now, and his stature was that of a four-legged animal. And very much…like a feline. It was quite disturbing, watching him evolve into a Pokemon without being able to do very much about it. And then of course, the growing dread as the clock ticked by, moving from three AM, to three thirty, and so on. He was running out of time, fast.
And he felt sleepy…didn't know how much longer he could keep his tired eyes open…
So…very…Zzzzz…
It wasn't long before Duo dozed off, still with his chin rested on the wooden frame of Heero's bed in a strange sitting position that looked anything but comfortable. In his jumbled mind, a plan was formulating as he swam into deep slumber. A plan that was in it's own ways, completely crazy and weird, yet so sensible. He was in the world of Pokemon, after all. Adjust to your circumstances. How'd the rest of them make it? They collected badges. They went to the gyms. That they did indeed.
*
Silence reigned in the small room in the early morning. As per usual, it was Heero who woke up first, as he always did. Standing up on the mattress, he stretched his slender paws in front of him, clawing at the sheets and gaping a yawn to expose his sharp teeth. He raised his hind leg to scratch his ear, flicking his long curled tail in rhythm to his breathing.
Paws? Tail and claws? It registered in his mind that something wasn't quite right about those phrases. Snarling quietly to himself, hoping it was just another dream; he looked down from the bed to see Duo's head rested against the mattress. A very huge Duo-head, to be more clear. A little too large in proportion to what Heero was now.
"Mreow?"
He slapped a paw/hand to his mouth, eyes widening. He didn't just say 'mreow', did he?
/=/Duo….DUO!/=/ he yelled in his mind, but all that exited his mouth was a soft 'hiss' as he death-glared the Persian-version at Duo, who was still soundly asleep. Of course, with a smile creasing his face. If he wasn't so damn cute when he was sleeping, Hee-mon, pardon me, HEERO, would probably scratch his eyes out. Instead, he resorted to poking the boy repeatedly until he stirred and began to regain consciousness.
"Wha-? Hmm…Hee-mon, attaaaack…" Duo giggled in his I'm-not-yet-awake mood.
/=/HEE-MON!? THE HELL!?/=/ Heero was starting to panic. Quick as his small cat-legs could carry him, he was off the bed in a graceful leap, and scrambled onto the dresser situated in a corner of the room. He stopped dead as soon as his eyes were raised level with his reflection, and just sat there. Petrified.
Looking back to greet him, was of course the usual stone-cold expression. Except it wasn't worn by a human. No, no, in front of him sat a creamy colored 'cat' of sorts, with pitch-black ears and a red ornament central of its head. A long tail uncurled itself from around his hindquarters. From what his open-in-shock mouth showed, he'd miraculously grown long canines.
Duo, was still dozing in the corner, having slipped off the bed and rolled under it slightly. It was just as well, because Heero would probably regain himself, and his anger, soon enough. For the moment, a very calm Persian walked with steady paces to Duo's hiding place under the bed, stirring up a tornado of dust as he swept his tail just above the floor.
"Duo?" the cat said in a deadly calm, insanely gleeful voice, tinged with every kind of evil and hatred you could imagine. It was clear as glass even though not pronounced directly. The voice woke Duo up immediately, and he whimpered to himself, staring at the wall. Trying in vain to take his mind off Heero's current…state of being, AND what it could cause him to do.
"Duoooooo…" came the purring voice again, closer this time.
"I'm..I'm..I'm not awake." Duo croaked, gulping slightly and curling into a foetal position.
"Ah, well, I am."
"Oh…well…I'm not!" Not very convincing.
"Hn. I'll tell you what I saw in the mirror today, Duo."
"A…healthy 15 year old with no features like that of a cat at all?" Duo said hopefully, still not daring to face Heero.
"No."
"This…can't be good."
"No."
"You're going to kill me now, aren't you."
"…"
Covering his eyes with his hands, leaving a few spaces between his fingers to look out, Duo rolled over to come face to face with a very angry looking Persian. Yeah, a beautifully muscular and finetuned Persian, but a Persian nevertheless. Duo put on his best fake-grin for the occasion. But fake as it was, it didn't work. At all. Heero was already crouched down close to the ground, gripping the carpeted with his claws and snarling. He gave Duo an insane look, and pounced.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE! YOU MORON!" He screamed, clawing and slashing at every possible bit of Duo he could reach.
"Aiiiiii! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! OWWW!" This really was a catfight, or a bitch fight more like it. A cat attacking Duo, who was trying to get it off him as gently as possible without…having to kill it.
"YOU SHOULD BE! TURN ME BACK! I HATE BEING A…CAT!"
"A Persian!"
"Whatever! FIX IT!" Heero roared, but stopped abruptly when a strong hand seized his neck, and brought him up against the wall. Heero choked, coughing and spluttering. Duo, with deep red marks and gashes over his face and arms, glared at him.
"ENOUGH already! Routine Drill: I let you down, you stay calm. Okie?" He began to loosen his grip on Heero. Mistake on his part again. He received another gash across his nose, and winced in pain.
"COOPERATE!" he practically strangled Heero, who was dangling a few feet off the ground, trying to get some precious oxygen.
"..O…k" Heero managed to squeak. Duo smiled happily, and removed his hand slowly, letting Heero sink to the floor to gasp for air. He was surprisingly strong as a PoKeMoN, and it didn't take him long to regain breath. But this time, his actions were more controlled.
"Explain."
"Yeah, I will, I just have t-"
"Now." Duo saluted, army style, and nodded.
"Yes sir. Sir, you blacked out when I kicked your head after you rescued me, sir. I took you to a PkMn center, sir. The PoKeBall belonged to a Persian, and somehow turned you into one when I put you in it, SIR!"
Heero gave him a blank I-don't-know-shit-about-PoKeMoN look.
"Er…you were in a Pokemon house, and the…atmosphere, yeah, turned you into one."
"That's not humanely possible." Heero snapped at him.
"It's Pokemanely possible though!" Duo grinned, but stopped as soon as he was given a cold death glare.
"So, yeah, you're a Persian. I'll demonstrate." Duo picked up the pokedex, and aimed it carefully at Heero, who simply stared. The annoying voice squawked out "Persian", followed by some random information on the species.
"Change me back." Heero demanded quietly, and it sounded like a shouted order even though it came out as a calm sentence.
"Um…"
"Well?"
"Er…you see…that's where the problem comes in."
"Problem? You know I hate that word." Heero narrowed his feline eyes and flexed his sharp black talon-resembling claws.
"I need to do some…research! That's it. Research."
"Hn. I'll give you until breakfast. NO longer, do you hear me?"
"Loud and clear." Duo was glad to have some time to try to figure out what to do. The only advantage he had, was the fact that Heero had never been near anything to do with Pokemon until he'd gone on this trip. Meaning, he knew nothing about the place. Duo withdrew to his bed slowly, keeping an eye on Heero, who had surprisingly started grooming himself. It seemed as if all the characteristics of a Persian were in him at least… /=/ Ick…that's just too disgusting…/=/ Duo thought as Heero cleaned his paw carefully. /=/Hairball…/=/
"Breakfast is early, Maxwell." Heero said quietly during a break from his 'grooming', and folded his legs under his slender body, lying majestically on the pillow to watch Duo.
"I know…don't worry, I'll have it all sorted by then."
"Worry?" Heero purred. "I'm not the one who has to 'worry', Duo." he closed his eyes comfortably, and remained a statue where he was, ears tilted forward and alert.
Duo quickly fished up his black Game Boy Color™ from his bag, whose other contents could be find…a little here and there. Flicking the power switch on, he began a feverish search through the digital pixel version of the world he was in. It wasn't long before his Charmeleon was on level 28, and the tiny figure (Consequently named Heero) was standing in front of Bill's computer, helping the crazed scientist get himself unfused from a pokemon.
Unfused…
"Bingo." Duo said quietly to the screen, as he watched the Poke Maniac waddle out of the machine. Human as he could get in his space of 20 pixels.
By the time breakfast was nearing, and the noise level outside had risen, Duo had a carefully formulated plan set out detail by detail.
To Be Continued
A/N: Haven't worked on this fic for a long time…O_o I suppose I simply haven't had any ideas on what to add ^^;; Then I played PoKeMoN Blue for my sister, came across good ol' Bill…and well, the fic was catapulted from there. Hope you's liked the chapter! ^_^ R&R, Si vous plait.