Disclaimer:If I owned Gundam Wing,no amount of dubbing and censorship would allow it on Cartoon Network

Mmkay, this is my first fic here,so any reviews would be wonderful.(In the future) this storywill containyaoi,slash,character suicide,abuse,rape,and its kind of dark..so if you'll get offended by it then justdon't read it,pyon? well onto the fic!

/P.O.V change

-- time passed

italics flashback

"Stray"

by:M-chan

CH.1:Lost-and-Found

"Here kitty,kitty...come on.. heeeere kiiiiity.."

A determined Heero Yuy crouched down on the edge of a sheltered dock,trying,and failing to impersonate a cat-call. He had been calling to a kitten caught underneath,for the past 5 minutes. Thinking it just wouldn't come out at the expense of its fur getting wet..but he began to worry when it wouldn't get off its side,crying constantly. A sigh escaped cherry lips,as he jumped down onto the sand. Rainwater now attacked him,making his untamed,dark,chocolate locks fall onto his shoulders,dripping onto his white tee. Two tightly toned arms reached down,cradling the tiny ball of fur. Pushing wet bangs out of his deep blue eyes,a grinned fell upon those cherry lips,aimed at the creature.

"Look what you've done...you got me all wet"

Trudging through the muddy soil,he headed back to the place he and four others called "home."

"Duo? Trowa? Quatre?..Wufei?"

Heero called,slamming the front door behind him. A frail hand hung over the couch,then a head of caramel colored hair emerged,book in hand.

"Must you be so loud?" However,by the time Trowa turned his head towards the door,all he heard were rushed footsteps down the hall. No time for apologies, Trowa wondered what all the rush was about.

As Heero ran down the narrow hall,he could hear faint singing coming from the kitchen. The voice sounded as if it belonged to a woman. A high pitched crack in the note revealed it was Quatre's night to cook.

"Hey Heero! Dinner's almost-"In a quick blur as Quatre turned around,the serving spoon in his hand was knocked to the cream colored carpet. Quatre stood in disbelief at the muddy foot-prints, and now spaghetti sauce on his freshly cleaned carpet. feeling a heart-attack creep its way up,he took a deep breath,heading after Heero.

Finally reaching the bathroom, Heero flicked the light on, with a trembling hand..Grabbing a small towel with the other. Wrapping the cloth around the fragile feline,he tried to keep his hands steady long enough to feel a pulse. 'Why the hell am i so..nervous?' he thought. "Come on...don't leave me now..."

/"Argh..."

A rather irritated Wufei threw a pillow over his head,trying to grasp his last remains of sleep.

"Don't leave me now,please...,"was all he heard. 'I thought Heero and Duo's teen-angst-bullshit ended...well,when they were teens?' he pondered.

"come on kitty..."-he raised an eyebrow at that statement. He didn't remember Heero ever calling...

A sly grin stole Wufei's lips,as he sat up quickly-taunting a spout of light-headedness. Curiosity had gotten the best of the Chinese pilot,as he headed down the stairs./

When he arrived at his destination,two bodies were blocking the doorway.

" 'Scuse me!Coming through! I call first looks at the Yuy-Maxwell soap opera-"

Opal eyes scaled down onto a bell of shivering,wet fur in the sink. Being tendered to by the hands of Heero.

"Ick!He's got a disgusting caaaaaaaaaaat! A CAT," And with that said, Wufei had lost all interest-and was gone. Definently not an animal-lover.

"Uh..but..wufei!How about dinner?" Quatre-the one always striving to please others-head to the kitchen also. "Well..dinner does sound pretty good right about now...looks like you've got everything under control here,too."Trowa stated.

"Yes,"Heero voiced,keeping his eyes on the cat.

"O-kay..I'm out." Trowa was the last to exit the now,operation room. Taking a deep breath, Heero sat on the toilet,examining his work.

'flesh wound to the lower left side,cracked bottom left rib,some minor bruising..'sounded as if it fell down onto something sharp,or someone threw...-he couldn't go rushing to conclusions. He caressed the kitten's soft ear in-between his thumb and index finger,the soft texture of wet fur,calming him.

So what?The perfect soldier had a soft spot for a stray.

"Hee-chan...come and eat dinner with us,love" A chestnut braid swayed behind the owner of the voice. Batting his eyelashes in a silly yet cute manner,he tried to look appealing.For as long as he could remember,the boy had been trying to win over the heart of Heero.

"Not now,Duo.."Heero exclaimed,petting the bandaged kitten.

"Ooh!a kitty! Is it for me, Hee-chan?You shouldn't have..." Duo reached out a hand to pet it,which was forcefully slapped away by a now standing Heero.

"Don't touch it. Its not for you,"Was all he said. Duo frowned, watching Heero attend to the kitten. Why was he being so cold?

Cobalt blue eyes fell back again,to the cause. Midnight-jade fur covered its body,with white on the tips of its ears,tail,and paws. Bright butterscotch eyes,outlined in a pale hazel stared up at Duo,as it meowed. Those eyes.

Duo looked back up to Heero, paying no attention to him.

From that moment on,Duo disliked that...thing. Fur-and-all.

"Its a girl," Heero stated. He sat at the kitchen table,carefully stroking the kitten in his lap. Duo's eyes fell to the way his fingers worked..Oh, how he would give anything to be touched like that by him..

"And its a stray!And dirty!...must you have it at the table?" Wufei scowled.

"Fine.I'll eat by myself,then." Gathering up his plate,Heero left to the living room,cat in tow. At the table,Duo shot a death glare towards Wufei.

"What!"Conversation at the table,had already died.

--

A year went by,and as time passed,everyone eventually warmed up to the new addition.

Except Duo.

He didn't necessarily hate the cat,but he wasn't too fond of it,either.

The real thing that bothered him was how much time Heero spent with it. From watching the cat prance around,the tiny silver chain around its neck,hung one of those army name-tags. With the name "Yuy" inscribed in gold in the middle. He already had enough time trying to win over the heart of the stubborn soldier,this cat wasn't helping. Thats why when the day finally came,Duo couldn't have been any happier.

"Heero!Heero!wake up!"

persian blue eyes slowly flickered open,not being able to adjust to all the flashing lights and motion,

Heero closed them again.

"HEERO-YUY!"

They sprang open again.

"What?what?I'm up,dammit!" Scowled the boy,scratching his head in annoyance.

"Well,get dressed."

"Why?...Whats going on?"

Heero glanced over to the flashing lines on the clock,the red reflecting in his eyes.

"Its 5:00 in the fucking morning,Duo!What the hell?And what are you doing in my room!"

He was about ready to strangle the nosey American. Duo just shrugged,pulling a sweater over his head.

"Don't look at me...I only picked up the phone. We have a mission"

Before Heero had time to disagree, Trowa stood in the door-way."And its the big one"

Heero only sighed,After getting dressed,he focused his mentality back to the way he had trained it.

He was the perfect soldier.

"Don't worry,neko..I'll be back by the end of the day."He pet the cat on top of its head,closing the living room door.

"Meow?"Was the last sound in the room.

"The end of the day" turned into 2 days. Which soon turned to 4.When all the food was gone,the cat sat in Heero's room all day. On the 5th night,it made its way through Heero's window-it was always open. Four tiny legs carried it to the slums of the cty. Crouched down on the withered welcome mat,she meowed a few times. A black haired young man stood at the door, grinning. He looked to be about 18-20,ice blue eyes fell down to the cat. He snorted,picking up the cat by the back of its neck.

"Guess you're fed-up with life as a stray cat?..hm..I'm sure dad will change you back..but he's very upset with you."

He tossed the cat inside the house,closing the door behind him.

Back at the G-boys house,Heero was tearing up each room from top to bottom. Regretting ever leaving to that mission in the first place...