I came home from school and there was this huge amount of reviews (9ish, which is huge to me!) and after reading them all I just couldn't help but write another chapter… bit short again but that's the way its it. Thanks for all the reviews! Glomps reviewers
He's so...
(Heeros POV for this part, switches POV's latter)
I love having showers -some weird form of irony I know since I'm part cat- but I have since I could remember. There is a feeling I have every time I go to have one, I know I didn't like having showers or when I was younger, but for some reason I love them now. Every time I get into one it feels as if I'm being hugged, J asks about my insatiable obsession with bathing, like I would ever tell him why. I fling the towel I was using to dry my hair across the room and sit down on end of my small bed. The room isn't very big, a desk in the corner, close enough for me to reach from lying on the bed but at least there is a bathroom attached to it. That's all I really want I hate being dirty. I run my hands along my arms and legs feeling the smooth skin sighing because of it. Dr. J just had to figure out an advance healing serum that leaves no scars. I should be grateful, at least I won't be riddled with scars for the rest of my life, but at the same time it just hides the proof of what he's doing.
I have no scars expect for one; right in the middle of my knee. It's tiny compared to all the other wounds I've ever gotten but it's the most important. I must have gotten it before I was given my first dose of the serum. I had to let a little smile grace my features at the fact that the all powerful Doctor J could stop scars from appearing yet he couldn't get ride of existing ones. A small victory but with him that's all I could get so I would take it.
If feels different when you run your hands over tissue that has been scared. The tingling of dead nerve ending, the slight bump I feel under the calloused tips of my fingers. It's a tiny remembrance of my life before all this. I instinctively pushed harder on my scar racking my brain as to where I got it from. Why couldn't I ever remember!
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Heero slowly creped down the hall, his bare feet softly padding against the carpet. Every once in a while he would stop and perk up his ears thinking that he heard a sound echo thought the hallway only turning out to be a figment of his imagination. He wasn't supposed to be sneaking around in the middle of the night, but if you live in a giant mansion with tons of rooms you too would have the urge to explore all of them. This was the only time his mind supplied the idea to go exploring, it was one of those rare nights that no one was home, and he wasn't one to let up such convenient opportunities. If he was found wandering around the halls... well Heero didn't want to think of that right now. There was a door on the right, at the end of the hallway; one of the mysterious doors that Heero had never been through but always secretly wanted to. It was forbidden by everyone in the house, and something that your not suppose to know about or see is something that you want to see more than something your aloud to see. The famous rule of you want what you can't have, and Heero was only human... well neko technically but that's not the point.
Tentatively Heero reached to the door poised in a position to jump or run away at the first sign of danger. Not that he thought there was anything dangerous inside, but something that is so well guarded has to be good. Heero slowly opened the door, pressing his ears flat against his head at the high pitch creaking sound from the door hinges. The room was dark. "…so anti climatic…" He mumbled and slowly crept into the darkness of the room. He may have been part human but he was also neko so he easily located the light switch never wondering why they were located all the way across the room and not beside the door like in normal rooms.
Heero flicked the lights on and a bank of lights over Heero's head turned on making a spotlight in the dark room. There on the wall was a beautiful set of katana's glittering in the light. Heero's large blue eyes were fixated on the shinny blades, fingers twitching to reach up and touch the blades. He quickly looked around not seeing any movement in the dark room, reached up, and took the katana from its holster on the wall. Heero marveled at the weight in his hand the smooth blade, the tight wrappings around the handle, with such a marvelous weapon in his hands he felt like he could do anything.
"What are you doing!" An angry voice yelled, startling Heero and causing him to drop the katana. As the sword descended down it nicked the corner of his knee, Heero yelped followed by the katana clattering to the floor. Yelping more from being startled then the pain in his knee Heero whipped around and faced a very angry Wufei standing in the doorway.
"How many times have I told you not to go in here?" Wufei glared at Heero. Walking over to his fallen katana and picking it up placing it back on its holster "How many times have the others told you not to go in here!" Wufei angrily questioned.
Heero's ears flicked back and he tried to make his body smaller then he already was, his little tail came around and curled against his leg. This was definitely the scariest Wufei Heero had ever seen ever.
"Heero?" Wufei asked in a tentative tone squatting down and looking into the little boys eyes "I'm sorry I yelled, you know you're not supposed to come in here." The little boy wouldn't let his blue eyes rest on Wufei's. Sighing Wufei picked up the stubborn/terrified little boy and carried him out of the room, Heero resorted to giving an undignified whimper and curling up into Wufei's chest.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, will you forgive me?" Wufei asked as he walked down the stairs, looking down at the little kitten boy in his arms hoping for a response. Heero's head lifted off of Wufei's chest and Heero looked up at him, blue eyes big and adorable. He gave a small little node and jumped up wrapping his arms around Wufei's neck and nuzzling his head into his neck. Wufei couldn't help but let a Duo Maxwell approved grin spread across his face.
"Wufei?" Heero asked tentatively, sounding slightly muffled because his face was still pressed into Wufei's neck. "I got hurt."
"What!" Wufei quickly put Heero down on the couch once he reached the living room and ran to the kitchen to get the first aid kit.
"This is why I don't want you to go into that room…" Wufei muttered putting some antibiotic on the nick on Heero's knee then covering it with a purple band aide. Gently rubbing his finger over the little wound Wufei looked up to Heero "There all better."
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I jumped back falling off the bed and flopping painfully on the floor. My breathing was irregular my pupil dilated a slight metallic sent in the air. I looked down and there was blood on my finger. I somehow must have pulled open my scar, but that didn't matter right now… Who was this Wufei person? And why was I having what seemed like memories about him?
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A/N- R&R! hugs