Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. I did borrow bits and pieces from episode 1 and 2 of gundam wing, though I did take some liberties.
An: Long in coming. Sorry. This is a change from the last chapter I posted. I didn't like it. Hopefully everyone enjoys this chapter way more.
Warning: English is not my first language, so please forgive me if they're any mistakes grammar or spelling wise. I'll try to catch as many as I can.
Summary: Usagi turns into a cat and get adopted by the gundam boys.
Cat for a Week
Day 4
The impact of the bullet searing through his flesh caused Heero Yuy to fall to one knee with narrowed, angry eyes. There had been a quiet, almost inaudible, hiss of pain as he grasped his shoulder and as the blood continued to slipped through his fingers. For one long moment, there was nothing but silence as the smoke from Maxwell's gun lingered in the air. Maxwell looked incredulous.
The annoying blond girl, the civilian whose head he was about to put a bullet through, had surprisingly come to his aid.
"What are you doing?" she cried. She moved to shield him with her body; her face determined as she held her arms out.
"He was going to shoot you!" Maxwell's jaw dropped.
"No! He wouldn't hurt me!" she snapped. She knelt and ripped at her dress. She hovered over him with bit lips and worried eyes.
Just the shock of feeling another person's hand on him made Heero go still as she leaned over. Her blond hair fell forward and hid her face. He caught a whiff of her perfume and caught himself leaning forward just to get another breathful. He felt awkward when he noticed Maxwell's stare. Suddenly, a dawning expression appeared on Maxwell's face and the pilot started to grin.
"Oh," the girl murmured. Her fingers slipped on his blood. It seemed almost blasphemous; his blood slowly soaking through that expensive fabric and onto her pale fingers.
"Don't touch me," he snarled. He shoved her hands away, ignoring the tingling feelings he had where she had touched. He suddenly sneezed.
Down by his feet, the small kitten sat, staring at him with concern. She nuzzled her head against his leg and would have crawled into his lap if he hadn't firmly toed her away with distaste.
"A kitten?" the blond mumbled. She reached out a hand and gently touched the kitchen on the head, accidentally smearing his blood on the white fur. She winced when Heero's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist tightly.
An explosion caused by the domino effect of mobile suits falling against one another...
A rain of flames shooting down from the crumbling building, sparing no one...
The sight of a small body beneath the rubble...
"Don't," Heero's voice was strain.
The kitten looked innocently at him, not realizing what nightmares she evoked from being just near.
Heero couldn't bare the sight of her.
He turned his head away, just in time to catch sight of a mobile suit slowly raising Wing from the waters.
His knuckles turned white and he eyed the control box a few feet away.
"What a wacko," he heard Maxwell muttered. "Hey, wait!"
Heero was already on his feet. His palm smacked the detonator switch and he locked eyes with Maxwell.
The resulting explosion cause a violent gust of warm air to rush over them.
Heero sank to his knees as Wing simultaneously sank into the watery depths.
Maxwell cried out and propelled forward with his braid whipping behind him.
It had crossed Heero's mind that Maxwell might do something rather stupid, like jump into the ocean in a misguided attempt to save the gundams. Heero's pistol was in his hand and he aimed it at Maxwell's leg, ready to shoot. There was a frantic streak of white as the kitten raced towards her keeper. She hastily clung to Maxwell's pants leg with a screech. Her cry stopped Maxwell cold, at the very edge. Stun, Maxwell stare at the rippling water.
"You bastard!" Maxwell cried out, turning to Heero.
'Sorry.' Heero thought. He unknowingly said it out loud and Maxwell just stared, anger slowly disappearing from his eyes.
Heero pitched sideways and slumped into the girl's arms.
His vision turned dark.
When he woke, it was to the sound of unfamiliar voices and the steady beeps and hums of monitors. His wrists felt the smooth, cold metal of shackles and he tested its strength as he studied his surroundings through slitted eyes. He recognized the uniform of the Alliance medical personals. They bustled around him, making careful notes on their clipboards.
Heero laid unresponsive, listening for the sound of the door opening and closing, for the scuffling footsteps, and for the voices drifting away before he fully opened his eyes.
He strained his muscles as he tried to break free.
When the monitor beside him began to flicker, Heero glazed at it warily until he saw Maxwell's image pop onto the screen. The American pilot rise a finger to his lips and grinned. He even brought that damned kitten up and use her paw to wave.
Heero turned his head away.
Maxwell was an idiot, but he had his uses.
Heero sat up and rubbed his freed wrist.
The alarm blared.
"Of course it's never this easy," Maxwell groused through hole in the wall. "Well? Come on!"
They took off through the corridors.
At one point Heero hauled Maxwell by the collar and they ducked into a deserted room.
A group of armed soldiers marched passed.
"Holy!" Maxwell whispered appreciatively. "Did you see that chick? I wouldn't mind get interrogated by her!"
Heero ignored him.
His eyes were trained on the kitten who poked her head from Maxwell's jacket.
"Achoo!"
He and Maxwell exchanged looks.
"Did you hear that?" A soldier stopped.
"I didn't hear anything," another said impatiently. "Let's go."
The soldier shrugged and followed.
"All clear," Maxwell eased the door open. He looked at Heero. "Man. Wufei wasn't kidding about the allergy thing, was he?"
Heero glared.
Somewhere along on the eighteenth floor Maxwell tossed Heero a pack.
"Take cover!" Maxwell shouts. He pulls out a grenade with wild, gleeful eyes.
Heero dove to the ground as the windows and wall in front of him exploded in a shower of plaster, glass, and steel.
"Wahoo!" Maxwell took a running start at the newly made exit and jumped. "Geronimo!" Maxwell hollered. "Come on, Hee-chan!
Hee-chan?
The sound of running footsteps behind him spurn him into action.
Heero jumped.
He passed Maxwell on the way down.
"What the hell?" Maxwell shouted. "Open your chute!"
Heero heard Maxwell cursing up a storm above him. He even heard the kitten wailing in fright, but he ignored it all in favor of looking at the ocean where Wing was resting. He wanted to burn that image into his mind as the last thing he sees. Abruptly Heero felt something, some kind of power strong and sweet, washing over him. It tried desperately to slow down his fall.
The ground was coming up fast. He was more than ready to pay the price for his failure...
...until the civilian girl he tried to kill called out his name.
Against his will, Heero found himself listening to her as his hand reached up and tugged on the cord. The chute opened, barely slowing his descent, but again, he felt that strange surge of power, more intense now, surrounding him, cushioning him.
"Heero!"
He still landed roughly on the sand. He heard a sharp snap and knew that one leg was broken. Staring up at the blue skies, he laid there quietly until Maxwell's face loomed over him. Maxwell sighed.
"You have some sort of death wish or something?" he complained. He heaved Heero up by the armpits. With one arm over Maxwell's shoulder, Heero conceded to the help as they limped forward. Like with Relena Darlian, Maxwell's touched seem to send a weird stinging sensation coursing through his skin.
Heero isn't use to human contact.
He sneezed when a gentle paw tapped at his cheek.
The kitten had managed to crawl from Maxwell's jacket and onto his shoulder. Big, bright eyes shinned and for a moment Heero thought the kitten was going to cry. He growled at it, but abruptly broke out in a sneezing fit. He was grateful when Maxwell tucked the kitten away.
Maxwell looked ready to burst out into hysterical laughter.
Later, as he was repairing Wing, he noticed Maxwell lingering in the doorway. The braid hair flop hopped on Wing uninvited and began to chat while kicking his feet out childishly.
Heero isn't use to the company either. He didn't know what to make of Maxwell's attempt to befriend him.
"...can't fix without the parts. Are you listening to me?" Maxwell asked. He rolled his eyes when Heero didn't respond. "Alright then. Good night, I guess."
Maxwell leap off of Wing's arm.
Heero was left alone.
He sneezed.
Suddenly wary, Heero looked around until he spotted the tiny kitten almost hidden in the shadows.
...
'And I thought Rei was anti-social.'
That was what Usagi thought as she calmly groomed her paw in the dark corner. She watched as Heero continued to work nonstop on his large machine. He kept one eye glue to his laptop and the other eye on her at all times. When she moved, even a fraction of an inch, both his eyes would quickly dart to her and his hand made a grab for the pistol by his side.
The bullet hole near her was still sizzling.
"False alarm," Heero said monotonously when Wufei burst through the door.
Usagi learned to keep very, very still. She chose to stay even when Duo left because she kept flashing back to when the boy tried to kill himself. The memory of it made her stomach churned uneasily. She wanted to keep a close eye on him. She wanted to be sure that he was going to be alright. Usagi settled herself down comfortably with her head on her paws. As the warmth of the day waffled through the hanger, she ended up falling asleep with the sounds of keyboards as background noise. She woke when Quatre walked in with a dinner tray.
Usagi eyed the turkey sandwich.
"Heero?" Quatre asked quietly. He set the tray on the work table before he faced Heero. "Duo told me about your leg. Do you mind if I take a look at it?"
Heero ignored him and continued to type.
"Heero?" Quatre prompted.
There was something in his voice now that made Usagi's fur prickled up.
"I fixed it," Heero said curtly.
"A second opinion is always best," Quatre replied. There was something almost commanding underneath that sweet tone.
Heero looked warily down at the blond. Before she knew it, Heero had slid to the ground. His face fell to its usual impassive expression as Quatre kneel and ran a hand along his leg.
"It's not set correctly," Quatre said. "A couple more centimeters to the right I think."
His hands moved quickly and unexpectedly.
Crack.
Usagi turned green.
Quatre managed to get Heero to let him examined the rest of his injuries. When he was finally satisfied, he nodded to Heero with a kind smile. "Eat up," he said as he left.
Heero wait for a few terse moments, as if to see if Quatre would return, then went back to his laptop. He didn't bother with the food.
Oh well, Usagi thought as she leaped onto the table, waste not. She flinched at the new bullet hole in the wall, scant centimeters from her head. She moved in slow motion, unthreateningly, when Heero lowered his gun.
When it was safe, she gobbled the sandwich eagerly.
Heero continued to work.
When she was all snuggled in bed later that night, lying on top of Duo's sleeping head, Usagi could still see the light shining faintly in the hanger.
She heard Duo muttered Heero's name in his sleep. "...you ungrateful bastard."
Usagi gently admonished him by lightly bopping him on the head.
Outside Duo's window, a full moon loomed in the sky.
Usagi felt wide awake, energized, and frisky. She got to her feet, careful not to wake Duo, and pattered across the pillow.
She was in the kitchen, chasing after squeaking shadow when she saw him come in.
The boy with the long auburn bangs looked pale and exhausted. Usagi could smell blood that stain his clothing as he walked by and shut himself in his room.
Usagi's face scrunched up in deep thought.
She stared the closed door and came to a decision.
Usagi went back to painstakingly borrow Duo's phone.
It was there, on the top of the dresser. She had it clasped tightly in her mouth in mere seconds. Makoto would have been proud at how stealthy Usagi moved...
...until Usagi accidentally tripped over the Bible Duo had on his nightstand and fell onto his face.
Duo never opened his eyes. He just sleepily picked her up and place her on his chest. He cradled her bottom with one hand and scratched her on the head with the other. Usagi couldn't help but purr when he hit just the right spot.
"Go to sleep, Silver," he mumbled.
Usagi stilled.
She waited until he settled back into a deep sleep and released the phone for a quick moment, to lick him good night on the nose, before she crawled out of his arms.
She pattered back to the kitchen.
Usagi sprung herself onto the table and glanced around until her eyes landed on the only opened window. She eyed the distance nervously.
'What are you, odango? A scaredy cat?' Usagi gulped. She took a running leap at one end and launched herself towards the sink.
Usagi was no Micheal Jordon.
She whimpered as she dangled in the air. Her front paws held onto the edge of the counter precariously and she could feel herself slipping.
'Don't give up, Usagi.' She could imagine the senshi urging her on.
Usagi wriggled her bottom and began to swing like a pendulum. Her left leg finally got a good footing over the metal rim and she heaved herself up and over. She blinked as she stared at the kitchen facet.
'I did it!'
Usagi felt elated as she pulled herself onto the window sill. The fresh night air was pleasant to her nose as she carefully jumped outside into the yard.
When she was a distance away from the house, her two front paw batted the cell phone opened and she dialed with her nose.
"Yes?" A sleepy voice answered, after the fifth ring.
"Meow."
Usagi could have smacked herself.
"Odango?" Rei's voice lost its sleepiness. "Where are you?"
"Meow."
"What do you meant you don't know?"
Usagi looked at the phone in amazement. "Meow?"
"Of course I understand you," Rei's voice was impatient. "Now where are you?"
Usagi mewled.
"You need some advice? What kind of advice?" Rei sighed.
Usagi poured out her story and Rei listened.
"It sounds like they're into something dangerous," Rei said. There was the rustling sound of sheets over the phone and Usagi assumed Rei was getting into a more comfortable position.
Usagi felt a bout of home sickness when she thought of her own soft bed at home.
She suddenly missed Rei, Luna, and all the senshi. She missed Tuxedo Kamen. She missed her mother, father, and Shingo. Usagi missed the crown arcade and Motoki, Naru and Umino, all her school friends, and may Queen Serenity help her but...
Usagi even missed Mamoru the jerk.
"I don't think there's really anything you can do," Rei continued.
"Meow."
"Its war, Usagi," Rei sound tired.
"Meow."
"Yes, it does sound like they're alone."
"Meow."
"We're different. We have each other," Rei spoke. She suddenly sounded suspicious. "Usagi...what are you up to?"
"Meow."
"Bring them together?"
"Meow."
"What do you mean there's no I in team? Usagi?"
"Meow."
"What do you mean, good night? Odan-"
Usagi closed the phone with a happy sound, a game plan firmly in mind. By the time she was through, these boys will be the best of friends!
She mentally blessed the sneezes she heard throughout the house.