GS Note: Ok, here's the next part! I hope it doesn't disappoint (Jeez, where will my reputation go from there? **dramatic swoon**) Do you know how cool it is to be surfing then see your stuff archived places? Makes me want to burst with joy! (pop)
Tehe, I got inspired by opera music for this one so it may turn out, er, weird. That and watching my kitten lay down on the edge of things and fall off.
Do you guys realize I'm also averaging 10 reviews a chapter here? That's…amazing really! Better then any other story I have up, even My Kinda Fairy Tale! Hm, I wonder how long it'll last (hint, hint)
To all the people that are making this feat possible: Lady Date (Ok, you can breath now! ^-^), The Wordsmith (Yes! Aha, someone mentions it! She doesn't tell them his name and she doesn't say more then that they were friends so Heero never guessed ^-^), Jordan (And the more secrets that are revealed the more I leave! I'm one cruel person huh?), Lev (Damn Relena is right! Gr, I hate her in this…), Ivy (-_x Owie… It wasn't a fish this time at lease…), Duo/Folken/TK (:p I'm the author, me powerful ^-^), NightCrawler (Was it? Really? Hm… I didn't change it. Oh well, poor FF.N must be messing up again.), Eike (Solo is kinda mysterious but he always pops up for me ALL the time. Damn kid… ^_^), Karie Goto (Ok, I guess I'll believe you. And don't worry about Solo, he'll be well taking care of **wink**) and Muse (constant phone calls are the main reason this is out, Chelle…)
Man, a lot of people want Solo dead. Poor baby…
Neko
Chapter 7
Dekim felt the impact before he saw the force. He yelped as he felt a heavy pressure on his ribs. He struggled to get his hind legs under his enemy and kick but he was pinned securely. A throaty growl rumbled in his opponent's chest as his gang swore and cursed, trying to decide what to do.
"Where is he?"
"I d-don't know what you're t-talking about," Dekim wheezed as a paw threatened to cut off his windpipe. "G-get off me!"
"Where is Solo?" the angry hiss came again, a short spurt of rage cutting off his air then freeing it again. "Tell me!"
"H-he's in a sewer!" Dekim confessed, his eyes shutting in pain as he spat out the information. "Across the street!"
"Then show me."
The attacker let the grey tabby up though she kept a close eye on the rest of his cronies. Dekim glared golden eyes at her as he slowly began to lead her to the curb. The narrow, cobblestone street was quit as he led her across. She felt her nerves on high alert as she scanned the street. She missed the looked Dekim shot over his shoulder at his gang.
She remembered hearing the rumble of a car rounding the turn in the street when everything went black.
***
"So how do we get out of here?" Heero started to poke around in the corners. He had been exploring their cell as Solo lounged on a dry spot. It was dark and isolated. The grate was high above their head and each section of the narrow sewer was blocked of my dirt and random rubble. Solo cracked open an eye to watch Heero's progress.
"If I knew that, I'd be long gone," Solo explained. "There's no way back, we'll have to wait for Duo."
There was a commotion of voices near the top of the grate. Solo and Heero stood, tense for action as they heard shuffling and cursing. Solo's tail stilled as a body was shoved through the hole and fell with a thud on the ground. Solo stood back for a moment to see if there was any danger but Heero rushed forward.
"Are you okay?" he looked at the still body wide-eyed.
"Once the ground stops moving so fast," was the groaned reply.
"Duo!" Solo said, shock echoing off the walls. He rushed forward as she started to climb to her feet. "Are you all right?"
"Stupid question Solo," she sneered as she got all four legs under her and looked around. She winced at the darkness. "Where are we?"
"So much for your rescue plan," Heero snorted as he watched the pair jealously. "What do we do now?"
"Somebody will come for us," Solo shot back, not entirely sure why Heero was so angry with him. He turned to Duo concerned. "How is you leg? I saw that fall before Alex got me. Did you see the kits, are they all right?"
"My leg's fine," Duo tested it gently and found it was only a bit sore. "I was taken by a cat owner where she healed it, Heero's owner in fact. I-I checked the factory but…" she paused. "They weren't there." She looked up desperately at him. "They were old enough right? They must be at least two months by now, that's fine, right?"
Solo just nuzzled her neck as she took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm fine. What's the plan?"
"We're waiting," Heero said blandly as he glared at the two. "For a hero."
***
"They're gone?" Quatre yelled in panic. "They can't be gone!" he whirled around panicked to Rashid. "Did you see where they went? Can you follow them?"
"I saw only where they were headed," Rashid replied obediently. "I might be able to track them Master Quatre."
"Good," Quatre sighed. "Take three men with you, I want them back before She finds out. Leave as soon as you have assembled your people."
Rashid nodded and left the room. Quatre had stationed himself in Heero's trophy room. She never usually went in her unless to feed. Heero was temperamental and left alone most of the time so it was an ideal spot for a head quarter to be set up. So when the door opened wide, Quatre jumped.
He relaxed when he saw the silhouette of a long-haired cat.
"Dorothy, what are you doing here, what about the kittens?" he scolded as she glared at him and sauntered in.
"Trowa's looking after them," she replied, sounding bored. "I'm here to tell you that I'm going with Rashid to find Heero and Duo."
She turned with a flick of her tail. Quatre growled and pounced on her, pinning her firmly to the ground. "You are doing no such thing! Rashid and his men are fighters, they can handle themselves. You—"
"Are a weak female?" Dorothy snorted. "You sound like a male version of Wufei. I'm going." She lashed out and knocked Quatre off her with a hiss of pain from him. "In case you have forgotten, Rashid and his men are house pets. No one out there knows the streets better then me."
Her icy grey eyes forced Quatre to lower his head. He sighed. "You're not as young as you were, it's been years—"
"Only seven," she snorted. "And some things never leave you Kitty-Cat. I'll go tell that hulk of yours I'm playing guide." She caught the worried look on his face and sighed. "Look, I'll steer clear of fighting and be back before the children get hungry, all right? I'm not heartless you know."
"I know," Quatre said bitterly then looked up. "Well? Are you going or not?"
Dorothy flashed him a grin and left the room with Quatre's defeated gaze on her back.