Disclaimer, I own nothing
Genre: PWP
Pairings: 6(1x2x1) 13(3x4x3) 9(rxdxr) misc.
Rating: 18
Warnings: Chibi nekos, lemon, lime, some squick, may be considered Shota. Yaoi, yuri, het
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Of Kitty Cats and Gundam Pilots
Lady Une had decided, all things considered, that the best place for her to be at the moment was aboard her beloved Barge. She had woken up this morning to find pilot 03, or Trowa as Noin insisted on calling him, asleep in her bath with her blanky. It was not the best thing to find before she had her medication. He had then, as she sat at her bureau sorting her hair, crawled under her desk to rub his cheek along her stocking leg. Yes, she would speak to Treize-sama and explain to him that she was allergic to cats and that she simply must spend time in space to get away from them.
The problem was that 03 seemed quite fond of her.
He took any, and every, excuse to jump out of things at her. He would only eat if off her plate, not that he was nearly as noisy as pilot 04, or as affectionate, but for some reason he had decided that rather than Treize-sama who was determined to give his nekos every luxury that he liked her better.
More than once she had shooed him from her room but it seemed that there was more of the terrorist in him than she liked because he kept breaking back in.
Pilot 04, on the other hand, was a lazy pleasure seeking type. As long as he perceived that everything was alright in his world he was more than content to lie on his silk pillow and sleep, and if it wasn't right, he fixed and then went to sleep on his pillow. 03 ate what was put in front of him, but not catfood, whereas 04 picked at what he wanted and then pushed the plate away with a plaintive yowl. 03 liked milk where 04 would have nothing less than earl grey and had on more than one occasion tried to make it himself and burned his hand and yowled like it was the end of the world and it was 03 who licked it better.
Whilst 04 was the cutest it was 03, she thought as she brushed her hair, who was truly adorable- Even if he did like her best; maybe because he liked her best. Deciding to wear her hair down she held out a hand for the kitten, it wouldn't do to antagonise them before she went to Barge.
By the time she had reached the ground floor she had realised that the entire palace was up in arms looking for 03. “Trowa!” Treize was shouting down the halls, though she couldn't see him, “Trowa.” Une looked down at pilot 03 who looked back rather unabashed under his bang, then she reached down with her other hand and stroked his ears. They were soft, like velvet, and warm, which she hadn't expected, and caused him to purr and smile at her. She liked his smile, it was small and genuine.
“There you are.” Treize said coming up to them at a run, his hair was dishevelled, he crouched down and waggled his finger at the neko, “you had me worried, Trowa, and all this time you were with Une, you should tell me you know.”
03 just tilted his head.
“Come on then, breakfast's ready and I had them make your favourite.”
03 tilted his head again.
“Pancakes.”
By this point 03's head was almost completely perpendicular.
“And coffee.” Treize added.
It was then 03 decided to speak, “nyao.” He said rather matter of factly and taking Une's hand again led her to the kitchen.
04 was sat on the counter in his pyjamas with his legs crossed eating cookie batter out of the bowl with his fingers. When he saw 03 he jumped up throwing the bowl aside with a mew and a squeal and threw himself about him. 03 looked at Une with an expression that asked what was a body to do. Then glomped back for all he was worth.
04 looked at where Treize was sat then backed into him to suggest that he wanted lifted as 03 looked at the chair and then Une and then the coffee.
Une, overall, was quite surprised how much one could say when one said nothing at all.
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