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Poison	By : BlackGargie Category: M through R > Osmosis Jones Views: 8053 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:
Alrighty, now that all the little TLC between our
Master-Slave duo is over and done with, let�s get into
the game, aye?

Disclaimer:
I do not own Osmosis Jones and whatever characters that is in it. But I wish I
could own the pairings� T_T

POISON
�� Mm-MM! You
look absolutely on fire, doll!�
�� Ozzie blushed as he inched closer to
Thrax at Klepta�s comment. It
was the D-Day for Gregory Metropolis and everyone were gathered at dawn at the
VIP reserved parking lot behind the Mole Blitz to group up and get on with the
grand heist. Thrax had wanted his little pet to be
dressed for the occasion, and right now, Ozzie felt that he wanted to be
anywhere but there. The hooting, whooping and whistling of the germs and
bacteria-s present were not exactly helping him feel any better either.
�� The cell felt rather awkward wearing
what he was told to wear right now: a custom-made gothic-lolita
dress complete with a headdress, detachable sleeves and an inner wire petticoat
to make his skirt puffed up, and mesh stockings and high platform buckled shoes
to match. After the punishment he received last night, he dared not voice out
his protest�not even questioning where the heck in Greg did his Master get him
this outfit�and wore it without a fight, but that didn�t mean he was happy
about it. His mind was screaming bloody murder about how embarrassing he might
look being caught dead like this, and he knew Thrax
knew he was feeling that way when he caught Thrax
looking at him with an amused glow on his face, his yellow eyes reading his
mind through his own black orbs. Thrax took advantage
of Ozzie�s morphing abilities to comb his hair, elongating it until it ran past
his shoulders, and even took the liberty to help him shave his goatie and pluck off the remaining stubs, making him look
like a real she-cell.
�� Shut up, runt!� Thrax
growled at Klepta as he held Ozzie close to his side.
�Just keep your hands off my pet and stick with the game plan! And that goes for
all of you!�
�� The germs and bactiera-s
fell silent and nodded at Thrax�s bark, knowing
better than to incur his wrath. They have witnessed firsthand Thrax�s murderous capabilities when one of them thought Thrax�s idea was ridiculous and impossible. He stated
boldly out loud that he shouldn�t have fallen for �his stupid broad� and get
tricked into this wild goose chase in the first place, which cost him his life
as he was grabbed by the neck, dragged to the aquarium in the private room
where they had their meeting and was boiled alive as Thrax
dunked his head in and heated up the water at the same time. They almost felt
an awed admiration towards Ozzie because of him still standing alive and kicking
even though it was evident he had been with this killer virus for quite some
time, and also the fact that the cell scowled at him and said that he didn�t
have to do that during the incident, but only earned a pinch on the cheek and a
grudging �He was insulting you, baby� grumble from the virus.
�� I just don�t understand why you had
to use this kind of game plan,� Klepta huffed,
running his fingers through his locks. He was also another person the germs and
bacteria-s looked up to because he was the only one who dared to speak to Thrax with the same tone he did and still survive a
beating. �I don�t know why you can�t just barge in and take them all out. You�re
better than going around sneaking like this. And to think you�re using our doll
to��
�� Don�t. You.
Dare,� Thrax growled as he grabbed Klepta by the collar. Ozzie grabbed onto his trench-coat to
stop him from starting a brawl as usual, but Thrax
ignored him. �This is a totally different city we are talking about, with a different
set of backgrounds and different immunity system. This is not like all the
small fries I�ve taken down so far, and as much as I hate to have my baby
participate in this, he is very crucial in taking down this city. Just because
you know every badass in this city, doesn�t mean I didn�t do my own homework as
well, and the answer to this equation lies on my baby. �Sides, I still gotta make it big in the medical books. No harm letting
them theorize that I�ve mutated into an unpredictable strain
or something. Don�t question my methods. If you don�t like it, you can always
just leave. I don�t need you in the first place.�
�� And let you monopolize and
manipulate our doll?� Klepta said as he activated his
plasma claws, daring Thrax to even try to harm a hair out of him. �I�m more
or less in this as much as you do, and I vowed to protect our doll from any
harm, even if it means coming from a wimp like you! If this master plan of
yours get our doll anywhere near any sort of danger, I will personally declaw
you myself!�
�� Stop being such a knight in shining
armour, runt! He�s my baby, and I know what I�m doing. You�re just innit
coz you wanna get into his pants!�
�� Why, I oughta��
�� Please, Master, please,� Ozzie
begged, pulling harder at Thrax�s trench-coat. �Time
is running out. We better get going if we wanna get
this over and done with.�
�� Thrax and Klepta glared at each other with a vengeance before the
elder virus let the younger go. He turned to Ozzie and stroked his hair.
�� Remember what we have planned,
baby?�
�� Yes, Master,� Ozzie replied
timidly, knowing that there was no backing out of this now that they were all
here and him in this getup.
�� Oh, wait! I got something perfect
to match with that!� Klepta pointed, then made a dash to his car. A few seconds later he returned
with a white with black spots puppy in his arms. Gleefully, he handed the
yapping, panting pup to Ozzie.
�� What is that?� Thrax
demanded, forbidding Ozzie to come close to it.
�� Oh, don�t be such an ass, wimp,� Klepta said in an annoyed tone. �It�s just a puppy.�
�� I know it�s a puppy. I�m not blind.
What I meant is��
�� Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean,
wimp. Look, I got this from a friend of mine. The name�s Caesar, if I�m not
mistaken, from the AIDS family. He�s got this huge big-ass dog with him that
got knocked up when he was killing the previous city. When that bitch gave
birth, he dumped half of the litter into my car for no particular reason other
than a note saying that they were a parting gift before he left the city we
were invading. I�ve been trying to give them away and everyone seemed to choose
all but this one. I thought maybe Ozzie might have it. After all, it
complements the dress he�s wearing.�
�� I�ve already got a pet!� Thrax growled as he shoved Klepta
and the puppy away, seeming to want to start another brawl. �I don�t need
another mangy mutt to feed! Get it outta my face!�
�� Why don�t you ask our doll first? See
if he wants it or not?� Klepta raised a brow, testing
his patience.
�� How many times must I tell you? He�s
not our doll, he�s my baby! And my baby wouldn�t want that
sort of mutt around,� Thrax turned to Ozzie, �do you,
baby?�
�� Ozzie looked up at Thrax, not sure what to answer. It was evident that the
virus wanted him to decline Klepta�s gift, but to be
honest, Ozzie had always wanted a pet ever since he saw a fire station pup when
he was 13, but being poor back then, he couldn�t afford to feed himself, let
alone a pet, and when he was an immunity cop, his busy schedule didn�t exactly
allow him time to sit back, relax and play with one. Now he was more or less
free from all obligations except to serve Thrax, it
wouldn�t hurt to have a pet now�would it?
�� Do you, baby?� Thrax
asked again, his eyes and tone a warning aura. Everyone present held their
breath, waiting for Ozzie�s answer.
�� Shockingly to them, Ozzie didn�t say
anything. Occasionally he looked up with forlorn eyes at Thrax,
meeting his glaring yellow orbs, before looking down again, playing with the
frills of his dress, but other than that he did not�or dare not�say a word. The
response Thrax gave him was venomous as his eyes
widened in angry shock at Ozzie�s silent defiance, making everyone else back
away, afraid to find out what the virus might do to the cell. Seeing that Ozzie
was still in his timid, silent mode, not answering his question, Thrax rolled his eyes in frustration, growled and hastily
grabbed the puppy from Klepta�s hand by the scruff of
the neck, making the little mutt yelp slightly in pain. He shoved it onto the
surprised Ozzie�s chest, who in turn tentatively wrapped his arms around it.
�� It�s your responsibility, you hear
me?� Thrax barked, then leaned near Ozzie�s ear and
whispered, �And I expect something outta this after
this is over. That�s not a request.�
�� Ozzie nodded and hugged the puppy
gratefully like a kid who had just been given a Christmas present. Finally,
after so many years, he finally got a pet of his own. As he allowed the puppy
to lick his face, he knew Thrax was going to make him
pay for this brief act of kindness (?) he bestowed upon him, but he didn�t
mind. As long as he got what he wanted, he could do an all-nighter if that�s
what Thrax wanted.
�� Shall we get started now?� Thrax got back to business, rounding up the gang who looked
like they finally remembered how to breathe. When everyone voiced their
agreement, Thrax turned to Ozzie and said, �Make me
proud, baby. If any of these vermin do anything to you, tell me, alright, baby?�
�� Yes, Master,� Ozzie nodded before
moving to the group he was assigned to. He walked past Klepta
and nodded curtly.
�� Thank you, Klepta,
for the puppy.�
�� No big, doll,� Klepta
flashed a smile and waved his thanks away casually. �That�s what families do. So
watcha gonna name it, doll?
It�s a male, so give it a good one.�
�� Ozzie looked at the puppy that was
panting and looking up at him affectionately. It reminded him of the same look
given by one of the rookies-in-training he had the sort of �unfortunate� luck
to babysit back in Frank. Sadly, the cell died trying to protect him as he
moved in the way of a bullet that was meant for him, shot by an overzealous
germ who wanted to rupture a blood vessel that might cause Frank to get a
stroke. He smiled as he stroked the puppy�s head.
�� Kiaran. I�ll name him Kiaran.�
--:--
�� Halt, all of you! You�re all under
arrest!�
�� The germs and bacteria-s held their
hands up in surrender as they were surrounded by the immunity cells at the
stomach. 10 minutes ago, the GPD received a distress call saying that germs and
bacteria-s have invaded the stomach area and caused quite a disturbance by
rupturing the walls of the arrival port, starting an ulcer. Their amount was so
many that the security in the stomach was not enough to apprehend them all and
backup came in the form of Gregory�s finest from the nearest GPD precinct.
�� Alright! Who�s
the brains of the outfit here?� one of the cops demanded. When they hesitated,
he pressed the mouthpiece of a gun against one of the germs� forehead. �C�mon! I
haven�t got all day! Don�t make me use unnecessary force for this!�
�� The group immediately made way for
Ozzie to appear. Holding the barking Kiaran in his
arms and in his gothic-lolita attire with his
elongated hair covering half of his face, he gave off a sort of mysteriously
quiet aura as he looked at everyone present nonchalantly.
�� Of course, that was all part of Thrax�s plan.
�� Who are you? State your name!�
another cop demanded as he pointed his gun at Ozzie.
�� Ozzie held his tongue, trying as
best as he could to look unaffected by the cop�s harsh tone and the gun at his
face.
�� What are you, deaf or something? I asked
you your name!�
�� Our Missus don�t talk to nobody!� one
of the germs stepped up to shield Ozzie from the gun.
�� Mind your own business, scum!� the
first cop shoved him away back into the apprehended group. �Not gonna talk, eh? We�ll see if you�ll open your golden mouth
of yours behind bars. Take them all away!�
�� Within minutes, everyone found
themselves in the holding cell of GPD. All the germs and bacteria-s in lockdown
sat on the floor, letting Ozzie alone to have the bunk bed. The inmate who was
sleeping on the top bunk was harshly dragged down and subdued to the floor with
them and when he wanted to protest and put up a fight, he was immediately
surrounded by creepy tough-looking scum of Greg and beaten into a pulp, being
reminded painfully into submission that �their Missus always comes first�.
�� Soon, they could hear the main door
outside open and in came the Chief of Immunity leading
the Mayor of Gregory. The Chief reminded Ozzie of a thin, lanky version of his
own Chief, and the Mayor looked like someone who should make body-building a
career instead.
�� She�s all yours now, Mr. Mayor,�
the Chief gestured as he let the guard unlock the door to their prison. The Mayor
went in front of Ozzie who sat on the bed, stole a look at the bruised and
battered inmate and turned back to the cell.
�� The name�s Margo. Margo Triceps. I see
you made yourself comfy here.�
�� Ozzie nodded, still not saying a
word.
�� So are you going to give us a name
here? About who you are, what you are doing here, why
you are doing this?�
�� Ain�t cha
heard what we�ve told yer lackeys?� one of the
bacteria-s bellowed. �Our Missus don�t talk to nobody!�
�� The rest of the group hollered,
confirming his statement.
�� Shut yer
traps, you cruddy little�� the Chief�s words were halted by the mayor raising
his hand.
�� And why is that?�
�� She ain�t
got no voice, pal,� the bacteria replied. �She ain�t got nothin� to help her
speak.�
�� I see,� Mayor Margo rubbed his chin
in interest. �So she�s mute. What a shame. Such a beautiful
perfect creature to receive an imperfection. It�s almost a crime in
itself.�
�� Ozzie smiled inwardly; to think that
Thrax actually succeeded in disguising him as a
she-cell and that the mayor actually fell for his getup.
�� So how is it that you understand
her orders anyway?� the Chief demanded. �She should have at least some form of
communication to tell you what to do, if she really is the head honcho as you
claim.�
�� Her eyes, man,� the bacteria
replied. �Her eyes tell everything she needs to say and only we can read �em.�
�� Really now?�
Mayor Margo eyed Ozzie from head to toe, looking into Ozzie�s eyes to try his
luck in reading his mind. Ozzie could tell that the mayor was more interested
with his body rather than the motive of his crime. Ozzie grimaced, wondering
what it was that made everyone so infatuated with him at first glance. He remembered
bragging to Leah about being a legend and that ladies lined up to divide with
him, but he didn�t think it would actually come true now, and mostly with the
ones of the same sex nonetheless. Was he really such a magnet for males? Were the
males even gay to begin with?
�� What�s your name, smart-ass?� the
Chief barked at the bacteria who did so much of the
talking just now.
�� The name�s Bubba. What�s it to you,
copper?�
�� We�re gonna
need you to be her translator. Think you can be at least decent for a bit while
we�re at it?�
�� The bacteria named Bubba and Ozzie
exchanged glances. Everything was going according to plan so far, just as Thrax predicted. Bubba had played his part and spoken his script
well. They nodded simultaneously and Bubba turned to the Chief.
�� I�ll be good�for now.�
�� Good,� the Chief replied. �Watcha think, Mr. Mayor?�
�� I think it�s good,� Mayor Margo
agreed. �We can let Bubba tag along with her. They will be put under maximum
security in the brain centre, of course, until we find out what�s her real
motive and we�ll deal with it from there.�
�� Right,� the Chief nodded, then made a motion with his thumb. �You!
Hear that, Bubba? You�re sprung! Outta here! Go lick
your Missus�s boots if you wanna.�
�� Bubba got up, secretly exchanging
glances with the other germs and bacteria-s to get the green light, then held
out his hand for Ozzie to hold. Ozzie took it and got up, looking like a
princess that needed to be waited hand and foot.
�� You gonna
give us a name at least?� Mayor Margo asked, his eyes
still not yet letting their hold on Ozzie go.
�� Ozzie just looked sideways at Bubba.
Bubba nodded. He knew what to say anyways.
�� Ozma. Her name is Ozma
Lymphocyte.�
--:--
�� Good evening, Ozma.
How�re you doing?�
�� Ozzie turned around to see Mayor
Margo entering the lush bedroom he was in. Kiaran barked
distastefully at him and was hushed by the cell.
�� Ozzie didn�t start off having a room
like this. The first few hours after he and Bubba was
sprung out from lockdown, they were led with full immunity escorts all the way
to the brain centre. There, with Bubba�s �translations�, they were interrogated
some in the questioning room of the security department of the brain under the
watchful eye of Mayor Margo. Nothing much was said to them, only that �Ozma� was a T4 cell infected by a virus �she� couldn�t
remember who because the trauma blocked out that particular memory and �she�
became independent ever since, going from city to city to cause as much
citywide harm as possible while she was there, but never really killing the
city other than letting it destroy itself on its own. When asked why did �she�
do it, Bubba just crossed his arms and said that �his Missus felt like it and
they don�t ask questions�, and refused to elaborate more on that, convincing
everyone that �Ozma� was more dangerous than �she�
was letting on.
�� They were kept in the maximum
security prison for a while before Mayor Margo started frequenting the place
under the pretense of interrogation. Finally, just as Thrax
predicted in their master plan, Mayor Margo decided to separate Ozzie from
Bubba in order to force a true motive confession out of him, but in reality, he
had kept him in a private bedroom under lock and key just right beside the
mayor�s bedroom in his mansion within the brain centre. According to Thrax, if that were to happen, Bubba was to contact Klepta via mini walkie-talkie (courtesy from Klepta who got it at an electronic thrift shop) that was
hidden deep within the scales of his skin to avoid detection so that they could
get ready for Phase II, and as soon as Mayor Margo was out of sight with Ozzie,
he did just that.
�� I hope you�ve been feeling at ease
here. Sorry I had to separate you from your translator and all, but to be honest, I want to get to know you on my own terms.�
�� Ozzie gave a disconcerted look,
which was probably genuine enough. Mayor Margo may be curt and being a
gentleman in handling him, but Ozzie could tell that he was more brawn than
brain.
�� It�s too bad you can�t talk,� Mayor
Margo said as he reached over to stroke Ozzie�s hair. �I�d love to hear your
voice. It must be very pretty.�
�� Ozzie glared at him darkly before
slapping his hand away. It wasn�t an act to make himself
play the part of a bad guy, although it worked to his advantage. The last thing
he wanted was some grubby muscle-clad hand touching him. Mayor Margo put his
hand away, unaffected by the sting of the slap.
�� It may sound a little cheesy to
you, but I think I have fallen for you the first time I saw you in that cell. Can�t
blame me, you looked so stunning in that dress and you got such a femme fatale
diva look on you, I just couldn�t help myself. Now, I know you�ve just tried to
kill Gregory and all, but if you like I can try to convince the guys to go easy
on you, then work our way from there. I assure you, I can be a very good��
�� Ozzie heard enough. He grabbed a
pillow and threw it at Mayor Margo�s face before pointing at the door, telling
him in his silent way to leave. He was right in a way; it was cheesy. How could
he shamelessly claim that he was in love with him when they�ve only just met
for barely 3 days, and when he knew he had just tried to make a hole in Gregory�s
digestive system? Has he got some viral fetish or something? What is it with
him attracting the wrong kind of attention anyway?
�� Come on, Ozma.
It�s not so bad,� Mayor Margo came closer, having his arm around his waist and
stroking his cheek with his free hand, pushing the yapping puppy out of the
cell�s hands. �Think about it: You and I together, running this town. You don�t
even have to go around destroying cities because you won�t have the need to. I�m
the mayor of this city and even if I don�t succeed in getting reelected, my
wealth is enough to cover us for the rest of our lives. We could start slow,�
his fingers traced Ozzie�s jaw line, �then work our way in�getting
to know each a little better.�
�� All of a sudden�even though he
couldn�t understand it himself�Ozzie felt disgusted being around him. His touches
and caresses were almost the same as Thrax but
somehow it didn�t feel right. He was disgusted before when others touched him,
but this was ten times worse. Somehow, deep down inside him, he�d rather have Thrax�s arms around him than anyone else. He didn�t know
why, but he had to get away from him.
�� Without warning, Ozzie reached out
and sucker-punched the mayor. While he was still stunned, he broke out of his
hold and ran to the table, grabbing a random book and ramming it as hard as he
could across the mayor�s other cheek, bruising him badly and making him fall to
the floor. Surprisingly, instead of being pissed off by his outburst, Mayor
Margo burst out laughing, his hands nursing his pulverized face.
�� Wow!� Mayor Margo exclaimed excitedly.
�What a woman! I think I love you even more! You must become my bride!�
�� Ozzie looked at him weirdly, still
arming himself with the book. Is he for
real? he thought. Is he a friggin� adrenaline junkie or
something?
�� Look, sweetheart, maybe we shouldn�t
rush into thing,� Mayor Margo straightened himself. �Maybe we got a little on
the wrong foot. Just sleep on it for a while, and give it a little thought,
aye? Who knows? Maybe you might see things my way soon enough, sweetheart.�
�� Baby,
doll, sweetheart�I�m sick of being called like that! Ozzie scowled as he
flung the book at Mayor Margo, barely nicking him, as he tried to force him to
leave. I got a friggin�
name, you know?!
�� �See ya soon, sweetheart,� Mayor waved and blew a kiss at him
before closing and locking the door behind him, leaving alone, seething with
anger and disgust.
�� Kiaran whined
and rubbed against Ozzie�s ankle. Ozzie looked at it for a while, sighed and
picked it up, hugging it close to his chest and whispered to it so that no one
would hear him talk.
�� I�m sorry I got you into this mess.
This is really one heck of a mission.�

A/N:
Hmm�What exactly is his mission
anyways? More to find out at the next chappie.
In the meantime, reviews plz!
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