Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me, nor will it ever belong to me. This is done for pure entertainment and not profit.
This fic is dedicated to Akuma, Jana and Syn - my online chat buddies
who never get sick of my bad jokes, habit of singing, and constant
bombardment of fic ideas, and instead encourage them! This fic is
also dedicated to SapphireKitten for her wonderful fic entitled First
Impressions - it gave me the idea of Duo bonding with a pet. And
Shinigami deserves a unique one!
This part is dedicated to Misuzu for her multiple thwaps and
encouraging remarks, as well to everyone else who has been asking
about this fic. I never expected it to generate a response like it
did, because even in my own mind, the storyline sounds a little
farfetched, but oh well! You like it, you get more of it!
Thank you also to Blue Lemmings for doing the archive work at
GWAddiction and always having a kind word, even when i seem to drop
off the face of the earth with nothing more to show for it then a
Mind Over Matter
" Ya know, I should call ya Shi-chan," I said thoughtfully. " `Cause
I'd bet anything that's what the guys will be expecting any pet of
mine to be named."
It was after lunch and I was relaxing on the couch, the creature
curled up on my chest, staring at me. She wrinkled her nose at the
choice of names and I laughed gently.
" I agree with you," I said, idly scratching her ears, feeling her
push against my hand as if to encourage me to keep doing it. " Death
is a fine name for me, but not a golden creature like yourself."
I thought about that for a minute. I remembered back when I was
working both with and for G in his lab and he had insisted I read
about things other then just manuals and blueprints. By learning of
of things like culture and history I could have a better
understanding of people, where they come from, what they're like.
This could be better translated into ways of destroying them but I
had chosen to ignore that at the time, focusing more on the fables
and myths. One culture in particular had fascinated me. Egyptian
history I mean, to the God of Death, what was more interesting then
a culture that spent most of its living days preparing for and
honouring death? I was enraptured with the ancient civilization and
now, my mind began shouting a me about one of the goddesses in
particular. There was one, the unofficial Queen of the Dead. She had
resurrected her husband Osiris, being a gentle, healing type goddess.
I looked at the cat-creature I held and saw the accepting nod as she
read my mind, seeing the name I chose for her.
" Glad ya like it," I murmered. Then a beeping noise went off and I
started slightly. I checked my watch jeez, the other guys were due
back any time now. As if to agree with me, I heard a vehicle pull
into the driveway. By the sound of that engine, it was most likely
Quatre in the jeep tracker he had had waiting at the safehouse when
:: Fear ::
" Hey, don't worry," I murmered soothingly. " Quatre's a friend I
promise you. Okay?"
Big limpid eyes stared back at me, full of trust and acceptance and I
moved smoothly to my feet to meet his blondeness at the door with her
following behind me.
The handle turned and I leaned back against the banister that ran
along the stairs. Quatre Winner entered the house and blinked at me.
" Duo! Welcome back! How did it go? Are you oka" His voice trailed
off as he saw movement down by my feet and I swallowed a wicked grin.
His mouth was moving silently as my new pet stepped out of the
shadows and curled up at me feet. Quatre tore his eyes away long
enough to flash me the universal look for "what the HELL?!?" before
returning his gaze to my feet. I grinned I always did enjoy
shocking the hell out of people.
" Quatre, meet Isis. My new friend."
" A flying cat."
I shrugged. " Close enough."
I think I spooked the poor blonde. From the moment I'd introduced him
to Isis, he'd done nothing but sit, stare, and make the occasional
" It has wings."
" So THAT'S what those were!" I snapped my fingers. " I was
thinking "drag chute" but wings make a lot more sense."
Quatre shot me a miffed expression. " No need for sarcasm, Duo."
I sent him what I deemed an appropriately contrite expression. It
maust have worked because he stopped glaring at me and returned to
staring at the cat. Isis, by the way, was thoroughly amused and
stalked around the room, ruffling her wings and swishing her tail
back and forth. I grinned and picked up a light pillow, tossing it at
" Show off!" I grinned at her. Quatre looked confused, so I
elaborated. " She's preening for you."
:: Pretty ::
" Huh?" I could feel the disbelief in her voice as she glanced at
Quatre and then back to me. " Who?"
:: Me ::
It took less then a minute for me to out her emotions and words
together and I smiled softly at her. " Yeah, he thinks you're pretty.
So do I."
Isis purred and leaped at me, nuzzling my chest and curling up in my
lap, face aimed at Quatre's hand for immediate petting gratification.
Quatre took the bait and lightly stroked her head.
I had already told Quatre the details of my mission while he was in
shock, but I know he absorbed most of it and now he looked at me with
a serious expression.
" You aren't planning on keeping her, are you?"
I didn't like that conversation starter one bit. " What if I am?" In
my arms, Isis tensed and I automatically shifted my grip to hold her
closer. Quatre sighed and sat back against the couch, his eyes never
" Duo you should know I'm on your side," he chided me gently. " Don't
get defensive on me it's the others you're going to have to worry
" What could they possibly have against Isis?" I was confused. "
She's my responsibility, not yours. And I highly doubt she's going to
spill all our secrets."
" For Allah's sake Duo look at her!" Quatre pointed at the wings
now tucked securely against the lithe body. " She's got WINGS for
heaven's sake. She is obviously not a normal creature those disks
you brought back are probably going to reveal some big-time stuff
about her and what kind of secrets Oz has cooking. You don't think
they're going to be looking for her?"
I shrugged. " I totalled that base Quatre no survivors besides me
and Isis. They'll probably think she was killed in the blast."
" Duo, they'll earch it top to bottom with an ace forensics team to
find out for sure. She's got to be valuable imagine Oz letting
loose hundreds of telepathic animals to spy on the opposition! "
I had to admit the Quat-man was talking a lot of sense. Of course,
that didn't mean I had to like it.
" I'm not giving her up," I said finally, looking down and meeting
Isis' eyes squarely. I felt her tenseness ease up a bit at my
declaration. She could feel my conviction. " I know what it's like to
be the last one left, like she is. She was a lab animal God only
knows what they were doing to her in there. I don't care what the
others say." I stroked Isis firmly, feeling the rippling play of
muscles along her spine and listening to her purring increase. " She
stays with me. "
Quatre looked at me for a minute before nodding once. " Very well."
He sighed and stood up. Isis and I both blinked at his sudden move.
" Where ya going?"
" To start dinner," the blonde threw over his shoulder back at me. "
The others will be back very soon, and you yourself have got ot be
Good old Quatre. Always could read me like a book. Isis rumbled in
agreement and I felt her contentment wash over me like a soothing
wave. The events of the day were finally catching up to me, and I was
sinking fast. Some no good son-of-a-gun must have tied rocks to my
eyelids when I wasn't looking because they suddenly weighed a
thousand pounds and refused to stay open any longer. I gave in,
sinking into the darkness willingly, Isis's mind a calming influence
on my psyche, and before I shut down completely, I shifted on the
couch so I was more or less curled up on my side with a golden,
winged blanketcuddled up to my chest. I yawned and fell away.
Of course. For once I fell asleep without the use of drugs,
painkillers or a blow to the head. So naturally when I woke up, it
would be with glaring cobalt eyes directly in my face and a gun aimed
" What the HELL is that?"
Baka Hee-chan. Isis lay limp against me. Odd, I couldn't feal any
fear coming from her at all like there had been when she'd met
Quatre. And Camel-boy hadn't been holding a gun at the time. I sat up
slowly and Isis sprawled across my lap, smacking her lips and going
right back to sleep. Heero's gaze shifted from her to me with one
eyebrow raised ever so slightly.
I yawned again.
" Heero, meet Isis. Isis meet Heero."
" Hnn." Typical Heero.
" *snore* " Typical cat. This was going to be interesting.