A Persian's Tale: Scarred for Life 3
2/1/2008 -- 708 words
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing (Bandai) or Harry Potter (Rowling). This was partially inspired by "Raimei" so look it up.
AN: This seems to be getting progressively longer and I am posting it today because no one seems to post on a frickin' Saturday. Don't get used to the regularity, just revel in what you have. And Steven Kodaly, tell me if you recognize something yes?
Oh yeah, and if you haven't figured this out yet, this will eventually be slash between Harry and a GW character. 1x2, 3x4, 5xSally, and HPx6. Eventually. But I remind you that the slash will be in action and words, not in sex. I rated this T and I'm keeping it.
Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell – his new owners. One was a Preventer that constantly smelled of gun powder and seemed almost surgically attached to his laptop. The other had long brown hair that reminded him strangely of his own tail and absolutely reeked of explosives. He didn't know what Duo did and he was certain he didn't want to know.
As for him, the vet prescribed some wonderful drugs that didn't react with his currently kitty-fied magical core. If anything, he was healing like he had visited Madam Pomphrey and her wonder potions instead of a muggle veterinarian. Which was a very good thing considering Duo was bloody certifiable. If being a Persian wasn't bad enough he was, quoting verbatim, "Absolutely adorable, like one of those 10 dollar cat plushies, only real." Completely mental that one.
His current abode was a nice sized flat with a kitchen, one and a half bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a spacious living room. Windows lined one of the living room walls giving a breath taking view of the London skyline, but, much more importantly, provided perfect conditions for a little cat nap. Curl up under the dark leather wingback in an invading sunbeam, safely away from the braided menace, and sleep.
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"Hee-chan he's sleeping again."
"You do recall the list of injuries he's recovering from right? Leave him be."
"I guess, but he's so boring. I mean, I know cats aren't renowned for being active people persons but really. He's almost as bad as you were during the war."
"Ah, so you preferred it when he was clinging to your braid like a five pound hair accessory?"
"We agreed to never speak of that."
"Hn."
"It wasn't funny! That beast almost cost me two inches!"
"If we didn't share the same bed at night, I'd question whether or not you were a woman."
"Hey!"
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Of course, cat naps require peace and quiet to be effective. How did he always wind up with the loud ones? Huh, Heero kept a stash of chocolate hidden in his spare laptop case and he was certain he saw some Midol in the guest bathroom medicine cabinet. Maybe a sacrifice was in order.
"Ya know, we really should call him something. We can't keep referring to him as 'the cat' or 'beast' or 'he'. What do you think?"
"I thought we agreed he was going to be Quatre's gift in two weeks? It would be inconvenient if he was trained to respond to a name before hand."
"Inconvenient? So what, we just tell Quat to whistle and call for Kitty?"
Oh, they were so not going there. If that insane menace to society had his way he would wind up being called something like Goggles, or Specs. The requisite mirror examination two weeks ago had revealed a pair of round tan markings around his eyes, reminiscent of his normal glasses. Surprisingly enough, the blasted scar of his was missing so no dead give away for searching wizards and witches.
"Goggles?"
He hated being right. Really, he did. Thankfully Heero was a man of reason and that scowl was truly impressive. Not that the kitty cat wannabe noticed.
"Glasses?"
That braid was going down. If two inches made him scream then two feet would kill him. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
"Spotty?"
-MROW!-
"Patches, then?"
He was slinking out from under the wingback with malice sparking in his little yellow kitty eyes. Thankfully, GSR-man was paying attention and promptly shut his violet eyed lover up. Hm, eye full of two hot guys kissing or his rudely interrupted nap? Perving or napping? Perving or napping?
Nap.
And just because he was so prompt in shutting Duo up, he wouldn't claw the leather while he climbed up to the top of the backrest. The delicious sunbeam from earlier had moved but the backrest still had a good three hours of sunlight left. He curled up, fluffy tail curled over fluffy ears, and went back to his nap.
If he had just stayed awake for another minute he would have heard the braided bane of his existence.
"Calico. His name is Calico."
Then everything dissipated in a happy cloud nine, the wizard-turned-cat asleep on the back of Hee-chan's favorite chair.
So, Duo has been gifted with many nicknames centering around 'insane menace' while Heero is officially Mr. Level Headed. And Harry is going to be Calico until such time as Quatre puts him out of his misery by picking a vaguely better name. Yes, you read that right, Calico the purebred persian is a last minute gift for the little blond who has everything. Except a pet.
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