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An: I hope everyone enjoys this side story. It's like the prequel and the story on the handcuffs all mixed together. There is a sequel to this called "A tendril of magic." Please check it out. It should be up.
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
Side Story
The last few days had been...well, interesting, for lack of a better word. It was a week that G doesn't think he could ever forget even if he wanted to. He leaned back and stared at the monitor.
His mustache twitched.
It had been S's idea. Jay had mentioned that he was a little worried about Pilot 001's mental state. The boy was an anti-social lone wolf who preferred his gundam to anyone living and years of training had only serve to make him even more wary and solitary. 001 didn't know how to interact with people. He was often blunt and cool and he seemed to be in a committed relationship with the self-destruct button in his gundam. The boy had the social skills of a great white shark, Jay complained.
G couldn't relate.
Duo was the opposite. His prodigy was a social butterfly who couldn't keep his mouth shut. His mischievous nature often got him into trouble and G honestly thought that Duo could take a few lessons from the Yuy boy.
"Lock them in a room together," S had suggested through the teleconference. G had raised an eyebrow. "My boy could use more social interaction."
Pilot 003...that would be the second Trowa Barton wouldn't it? Imagine...Pilot 001,002, and 003 together in a room...
"Not a good idea," G had dismissed it. Knowing Duo, he would get killed in the second day. Duo had the type of personality that could aggravate even the calmest, most serene mind. There was that one incident where his prodigy almost got strangle by a Tibetan monk...then there was that nun who came very close to murdering Duo...He didn't even want to think about the Pope...
Because history had deemed it so, G didn't think this experiment would end too well for Duo.
He was rather fond of the boy.
"Send my boy in too," H said with a mirthful look."Sounds fun."
"And you?" G asked O.
O nodded his consent.
G was outvoted.
"Very well," he said. His fingers automatically went to the keyboard to type in the next mission. He sent it to Duo and received a confirmation within two minutes.
H had provided the house. O provided the surveillance. All G had to do was patch into the network and he would be able to observe how the pilots got along with one another.
As predicted, Duo was already up to no good. G watched as a grinning Duo snuck into the bathroom. The hue of purple that 005's hair turned the next morning matched Duo's eyes.
'You reap what you sow,' he thought. He did feel a bit of slight pity when he saw his prodigy grabbed his hair in fright. Duo took the warning 005 sent to heart and he behaved himself quite admirably.
In the upcoming weeks everything was quiet. G could have fallen asleep and not miss a thing. The experiment was a complete and utter failure. The boys were all ignoring each other now. They moved through the home like invisible phantoms.
Then it happened...in the blink of an eye, they began to interact with one another. It slowly started with Duo and 004. Then 005. Then 003. Eventually even 001 couldn't escape.
And it was all thanks to something that looked like an over-sized white dust ball.
G was a firm believer in things that couldn't be fully explained. Years ago, while he was searching for a pilot for Deathscythe, he happened to stumble upon a little shop somewhere in Japan. It was run by an ethereal woman and her twitchy assistant. She spoke about the inevitability of things. Hitsuzen, she called it. Then she told him that she could grant his wish. She could give him the pilot he wanted. In exchanged, she needed something of equal value.
It might have been the sight of her long, slender legs crossing and uncrossing that had G agreeing to the deal. He shaved his mustache then and there and watched as she wrapped it in a folded piece of paper. She toss it into the candle and it burst into the flames.
She smirked as she handed him a slip of paper with a latitude and longitude.
He left the shop.
Following the instructions, he met Duo.
There's a lot of mysterious things in the world. When, on the video feed, he saw the little kitten use magic to levitate 005 into 003 bedroom and chain them together he never questioned it. He just accepted things as they happened. It was ashamed that the boys woke before she could finish. Had they slept a little longer, G would have been entertained at the sight of 001 and Duo handcuffed to each other as 004 bit his lips with worry.
The cars not starting was the kitten's doing. She didn't want the boys to leave without resolving their differences. He had seen her hiding the keys to 005's car underneath the couch while trying to look innocent. The engine on 001's car stalling was also her.
Sometimes fate (and good intentions) needed a helping hand.
And sometimes G needed a laugh.
The fact that they had no communication with the outside world had been G hacking into the surrounding phone towers near the safehouse and cutting off their reception.
A little while later, the feed on the cameras at the safehouse showed nothing but static. They had lost visual for a brief time, but that could have been due to the thunderstorm that was rolling in over the house at that moment. G doesn't move from his monitor. He patiently waits. When the feed finally clears, he sees the boys in the living room. He raised an eyebrow at their injuries. He let the matter go when he sees Duo throw his arms around 003 and 004. Despite the wounds, the boys seem to be in good health.
A little beep at the corner of his monitor alerted him and he saw Jay's face pop on the corner of his screen. Three more beeps and there was H, S, and O.
"It's Hitsuzen," he said.
He felt satisfied when he saw the boys pick themselves up and dust away the dirt. There wasn't any need to watch over them anymore and worry. The boys found a stronger footing in their lives.
He reached over and turned off the surveillance cameras.
With a click, the experiment ended rather peacefully.