I've never seen

Such deep waters

Swirling waters

Of violet

Glistening so gently

With laughter or

Tears

I know

Not.

From The Silent Scream by Hilde Schbeiker

I don't think I've seen a human's eyes since my infancy- certainly not in such astonishing detail. They were beautiful; swirling oceans that despaired to pull me through the surface and down to the deepest canyons in the darkest corners of time.

"Hey, Heero, I didn't know she had such a pretty little face! Maybe I'll call Relena after all," he said, and smiled. Smiled... At me. Never before had such an order been given to me, to treat a human as an equal. Never. I didn't know how long it would last, so I decided to go ahead and enjoy this while I could. I smiled, a tiny, weak smile, but I felt the relief rush to my cheeks as my face relaxed into the easy expression. I moved my lips, carefully testing to make sure I knew how to make a sound louder than a whisper.

"Hi," I said- my voice was breathy, gargled, quiet- but it wasn't a whisper. I smiled a little more visibly.

"Hi," Duo said with a laugh. "Hey, Heero! Look at that! If I didn't know any better, I'd say that that was her first word! What a doll!" He cackled. I fell silent again, hurt by what I considered harsh words, seeing as they came from the first person who had ever even tried to "befriend" me. I felt a gentle prickling behind my closed eyes at the loss of contact with those beautiful, insulting eyes. Horrible, beautiful eyes! I cursed my desperation to make friends in my permanent residence as I listened to that cursed man's laughter.

"Aw, darn," he said droopily, halting his laughter. "Man, you aren't crying, are you? ... Oh, come on... Heero? What the heck did I do?"

"Heck if I know. Maybe you should have said what I did- from what I heard, these things don't get any rights. For all we know, that very well may have been her first word.

"Oh, come on! I can't live with something like that! ... Fine! Ok, let's start this small. Pretend we aren't here!" He ordered. I weighed my options, decided that it wasn't worth it to even try it with this guy. After all, he had already proved that he only thought of me as just some sort of pet. Not that that wasn't what the rest of the human race thought. I wouldn't let that little creep see me cry, either.

"Uh, hello, I gave you an order! ... Heero!"

"Duo, I've got to go- I promise that I know as much as you do aside from what I've already told you. If you want to know, go research it. And here's her paperwork."

"Paperwork!"

"Yeah. Enjoy. Make sure you read everything."

"Argh!" He shouted. "All right, fine! Leave me alone with this stupid cat-girl!"

I heard Heero's deep laugh as he walked outside to his car, and cautiously waited in front of Duo for an order that I would- could- obey.

"Well, ok, I was mean! How's that? ... Look, babe, I'm sorry! Sheesh! It was a JOKE! How was I supposed to know that you hadn't ever talked? ... Ok, answer yes or no to the following, or else. Ok? ... Ok. Is there anything I can ask you to do and you'll listen?" I nodded. "... Ok, good enough. Well, then, please pretend I'm not here." I sighed, opened my reddened eyes, and looked around the room- ignoring the rich blue-violet oceans before me. I decided that there was nothing in here to interest me, and so moved on to the closed off area that I noticed was a kitchen. I headed straight for the refrigerator- true that Duo was supposed to feed me a special type of food, but if he doesn't exist, there was no reason I shouldn't enjoy a little non-mush food.

The fridge, I found, was stuffed almost entirely with junk. Corndogs, beer, old greasy fast food. I checked the freezer to find much the same thing- ice cream, frozen TV. dinners, popsicles, more ancient fast food. I growled inwardly and moved to the cabinets, where I was delighted to discover beef jerky. I snatched the bag and jumped onto the counter, ignoring the amused gaze I was receiving. I bolted the dried meat and found my throat discomforted by the spice- I moved between cabinets until I found a glass, and then allowed water to run into it, and I drank perhaps half the glass in a gulp before wondering back to the fridge, curiosity telling me that I may have missed milk. Sure enough, there was half a carton of milk, and it wasn't to expire for another day. I poured the remaining water down the sink and the milk into my glass, from which I drank greedily. Never before had I had either meat or milk- only the flavorless oatmeal-like stuff they claimed was vitamin rich and would help us to sell.

Like I cared now. I was sold, and I was going to enjoy things as long as this order lasted. I cleaned up a bit before walking casually towards the staircase near the kitchen entrance. I looked down at the horrible shoes on my feet, realizing for the first time just how uncomfortable I was in them. I dispatched of them before dashing up the stairs. There were four rooms- a bathroom as you left the staircase, a bedroom to the far left and right, and yet another bedroom in the center. I went left, to start at the farthest end and work my way back. The room was fairly dull- an advanced desktop on a wooden desk, army-green comforter on a large, wooden bed, a simple wooden dresser. A closet. Well, No sense in staying in this dress longer then I have to.

I waltzed to the closet and opened it- only to find it nearly empty. Two pair of faded jeans and a denim jacket. I scowled and moved to check the drawers. Black spandex?... I coughed and tried another drawer. Green tanks. Ok... Perhaps I'll have better luck in the next room.

This room seemed nearly as dull as the first; everything was brass and white. A few katana hung above the head of the bed, and there were several sets of baggy white clothes in the closet. In the desk lay a few tanks with dragons on them. I sigh and try the next room; this is horribly messy, and everything was either black or green with age. I noted over my shoulder that my master wore all black- I assumed this to be his room. Manga, video games, movies, swimsuit magazines, old fast food, and a number of things littered the room. I stepped easily around the littered floor to the closet- black leather. Cool. I snatched a pair of pants and a jacket, then took a seat atop the old black-painted dresser and pulled a needle from amongst my hair, and began pulling the stitches from the pants. I saw Duo lunge forward to snatch the articles, and I gave them up with little fight.

"Don't do that!" He shouted, and I leapt up to assume my stance. "What were you doing?!" I remained silent- no sense in upsetting him more. Not that I really cared what he thought; he couldn't do anything now that I was out of that place. I heard him breathe fiercely, trying to calm down. "Ok, look, just answer me; what were you trying to do?"

"I was fixing these clothes to fit me," I whispered loudly, not bothering to deal with his laughter again. I heard the slap of his hand against his head.

"Look, if you wanted new clothes, all you had to do was ask!" I smiled inwardly. But Duo, master, it's so much more fun to destroy your things for my own use.

I heard him groan angrily. "Ok, look, I have a couple of these, so you can fix this pair of pants and this jacket, ok?" I nodded crisply. "Ok, carry on as you were before."

I grabbed the shining clothes and pulled the needle out, and quickly pulled out the stitching I needed and sewed it back up to fit me; the jacket I cut a bit to turn into a mid-drift top that tied rather then buttoned at the center of my chest. I chopped off easily the sleeves with my claws and carefully shaped the material into tight-fitting gloves with slits and the finger tips- I wound up using a few strands of my own hair as thread.

It took me a little while to finished, but when I had, I wasted no time in dressing. Duo noticed what was going on and visibly stiffened. I toyed with this idea- there were many ways, I realized suddenly, by which I could be his master. If all I had to do was be a little cold, show a little skin... Yes, this might work. Maybe.

I turned around to put him more at ease- obviously he wasn't used to "babes" like me stripping before him. Or maybe he was, and just wasn't used to cat-babes stripping. No matter- let him admire my sleek muscles a few moments and my slim waist, let him blush as I waved my thick, dark tail in the air a bit. This was just to soften- well, I suppose it didn't really soften him up, but it helped bring him into my hands. I tossed the dress nonchalantly across the top of the dresser and pulled on the now slimmer and hip-hugging leather, just low enough trimmed that my tail could rest easily above it- I supposed that it must look delightfully seductive.

Yes, Duo- I will be the master.

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Ok, here's chapter three- I know these chapters are short, but they're coming out fast, so no complaints! I'll be looking for your reviews! ^_^

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