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"Raining Cats and..."Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: AU, Pairings: 3x4 Summary: A feline mutant doesn’t much like
the rain... but when he’s stuck outside in it with a telekinetic,
surprising things happen. "Raining Cats and..." “I can’t go out there...” Trowa said, looking at the pouring rain between them and the school. It was soaking wet out there. The problem was that he and Quatre were outside, behind the gym equipment shed. Now that Xavier was watching them closer within the institute walls, they had to find other location to be alone, and the gym shed seemed ideal. Not anymore. It was pouring out there and they would
need to somehow get back to the school. Trowa mrowed in protest, looking indignant with a pout. Quatre visualized an angrily flicking tail and his hair standing on end for that comment, but while at school, Trowa wore thin black-framed glasses that worked as an image projector. While at school, wearing the glasses, Trowa looked just like any other 17 year old. At home, Trowa was feline, with slitted, glittering eyes, a long, swaying tail, fangs, pointed ears, and tiger-striped markings all down his body. In human form, those only showed in the areas usually covered by clothes. Unfortunately, when Xavier had set the image projector’s parameters he hadn’t realized just how much skin Trowa routinely flashed by wearing his low-rise jeans and short, tight T-shirts. Due to that, half the student body thought that the sexy exchange student had a full body tattoo. Quatre often fantasized about licking down the back of his neck in the middle of class, right down his spine where the tiger stripes seemed to branch off from, or even tracing the lines with his fingers while he was being kissed breathless by the boy... which is what he had been doing out behind the gym shed when the rain began. A thick drip of water hit the hard concrete around the base of the shed and it splattered back up towards them, hitting Trowa’s jeans and soaking in. He mrowed in horror, shaking his leg and hissing, trying to get the water off uselessly. “Trowa! Settle down, it’s just a little water!” “I hate waterrr!” he howled, wounded. Quatre rolled his eyes, then ran his fingers through Trowa’s hair, smoothing it, “Shh, darling... It’s just a little water! We have to get to the school before the bell rings or someone’s going to come out looking for us... Suck it up, Princess,” Quatre teased, tugging on Trowa’s shirt and walking out into the storm outside, getting soaked in the process. Trowa shook his head wildly, rejecting moving, grabbing
onto the brick of the shed and holding on for dear life, “NO!
No, no Quatrrre! I can’t go out there!” he growled, digging
in his heels. Trowa let out a yeowl of terror- his eyes wide as if waiting for a terrible destruction... Then POOF. A little spark went off around the area of his temples, and the corners of his glasses began to smoke slightly. When Trowa shook the hair out of his eyes, though, aside from glaring, they were reflecting back at Quatre, slitted, and all around his eyes and face the dark markings of his tiger stripes were now visible. Behind him, dripping water, his tail swished in agitation. He growled, “I TOLD you I was not allowed in the rrrain!” he complained, “Xavier will be very upset wiz me!” Before Quatre could even apologize profusely, there was a squishy, rhythmic sound coming their way, and then suddenly the Coach was there, eyes going wide as he looked at the two teenage boys... one with stripes and a TAIL. Trowa was panicked, heart beating so wild he swore Quatre could hear it. There was no way the coach wasn’t going to run screaming to the authorities! Or a freak show... Trowa had been sold to a circus once before, and he didn’t want to go back! He was panicking! Hyperventilating! Then Quatre was there, sliding his arms around Trowa, grinning, and kissing his jaw, looking right at the coach and smiling charmingly. A warmth spread across Trowa as he felt Quatre do... something... but what? He didn’t know yet. The coach blinked, looking between the two... looking at the very obvious tail, “What... is going on?” Quatre smiled more, blinking softly, comfort and trust rolling off him, “What’s wrong, Coach? Never heard of Cosplay?” he said coyly, then kissed Trowa’s jaw again, using his telekinesis to urge Trowa to start walking away. The coach nodded dumbly, slow and slightly muddled as he turned away, urged for some odd reason to go back inside the school and pretend he never saw anything. Trowa waited until he was turned around, then he BOLTED. Quatre had a car, and Trowa slid into the passenger side, freezing and shaking. Quatre slid into the driver’s seat, and ran his hands over Trowa’s arms, drying him and snuggling him, trying to settle him down, “Let’s go home, eh?” Trowa sneezed, “I hate you,” he grunted. “You don’t mean that! How was I to know your image projector would fry!” “I told you I could not go out in zhere!” he growled, agitated. Quatre called a coat into the front seat with his powers and put it around Trowa’s soaked shoulders, “...you’re right. I should have listened, I’m sorry... Now we have to tell Xavier what happened” “Oh no,” Trowa growled, hair on end and glaring, “Zis is YOURRR fault and you had betterrr tell Xavier!” Quatre gulped... and turned on the engine, heading back to the institute with a knot in his stomach. He was not looking forward to explaining this particular infraction to the professor. Not. At. All. ~~~
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