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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:
Wohoo~! Now that our lovers and their cold pill
friend have made a run for it, let�s see what surprises will be in store.
You�ll definitely see a familiar face in here, along with other cool characters
as well! Enjoy!

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
�� Well, well, well. Fancy meetin� you here, guys.
Small world, ain�t it?�
�� Thrax
growled at the familiar voice. Ozzie looked in surprise at the person sitting
on the tip of the stray dog�s nose as the mutt sniffed about looking for
something to eat.
�� Klepta! What are you doing here?�
�� Just bein� around the neighbourhood.
doll,� Klepta winked as he
leapt off the dog�s nose before the dog turned around to the other direction.
Landing on his feet gracefully, he patted off the dust he got from walking
around the dog�s dirty fur and came up to Ozzie, and wasn�t surprised when Thrax came forward to shield the cell from him.
�� Of all people, we had to meet you,�
Thrax growled.
�� Wimpy as usual, aren�t we,
brother?� Klepta sighed in dismay, rolling his eyes
in a Why-do-I-even-bother manner. �I did mention
we might meet one of these days. Didn�t think we�d meet again so soon, though. Aren�t
you at least happy to see me in this crazy grassy wilderness?�
�� Not if I can help it.�
�� Nice getup, wimp. What did ya do, wrestle with chicken pox or somethin�?�
�� It�s a long story, Klepta,� Ozzie chuckled weakly. �You might wanna sit down to listen to our tale.�
�� Who�s that?� Klepta
asked, pointing at Drix with his thumb.
�� He�s my friend Drixenol
from my old city,� Ozzie introduced the cold pill to Klepta.
�Just call him Drips. He�s used to it.�
�� No, I�m not,� Drix
complained, while Klepta chuckled lightheartedly.
�� Nice to meet cha, Drips. The name�s
Klepta, from the Rabies strain, half-brother of that
wimp over here,� Klepta ignored Thrax�s
glare when he said that and stroke his chin as he studied Drix
from head to toe. �Ah, didn�t think you�d go for big, bulky guys, doll.�
�� He�s not my ex, if that�s what
you�re thinking,� Ozzie scowled, sending the cold pill blushing awkwardly, the
Rabies virus into peals of laughter and the Red Death virus seething.
�� Hey, hey, I�m just playin� ya,� Klepta
tried to compose himself after laughing some. �Don�t put that face, doll. It ain�t pretty on ya. �Sides, if
he�s your ex, he wouldn�t be standing here alive and kicking. Ol� wimp here would�ve done him in.�
�� Ha ha, very funny,� Thrax growled sarcastically.
�� Is this really the kind of crowd
you hung out with, Jones?� Drix whispered,
uncomfortable with the company they�re with right now.
�� You don�t know the half of it,
Drips,� Ozzie rolled his eyes.
�� Hey, where�s Kiaran?�
Klepta asked, noticing that the HIV puppy was not
around.
�� Oh spit! I almost forgot about
him�again!� Ozzie exclaimed and gestured Drix to open
his chest plate. Kiaran eagerly jumped out and leapt
into Ozzie�s arms as soon as it was open, and after done licking Ozzie�s face,
it wagged its tail and yapped happily at the sight of Thrax,
wriggling out of the cell�s arms and jumped about Thrax�s
feet, asking to be picked up.
�� Humour
the pup, Thrax. Kia hadn�t seen you in a long time,�
Ozzie smiled at the incredulous look on Thrax�s face
at Kiaran�s actions. Thrax
stole a look at the smile that got him so smitten over the cell in the first
place and sighed.
�� Stupid mutt,� Thrax
grabbed and picked the puppy up, in which Kiaran
licked his face happily, much to the chagrin on the virus who
was being laughed at by his half-brother at the sight. After licking a few more
times, the virus grimaced and handed the puppy back to Ozzie.
�� That was some crazy spit you pulled
over there,� Klepta said as he jerked his head at the
car crash.
�� What happened exactly?� Ozzie
asked, curious. �We know he got into a car crash, but we dunno
what happened in between, what with whatever�s going on when we were inside the
body.�
�� I might be able to help you find
out, but this ain�t the best place to talk, doll,� Klepta said as he searched for the dog he was riding on.
Luckily for him, the dog had found something to eat and was sitting still at a
spot near a bush a few miles away from them. �Let�s get back to my mansion.
We�ll hang out at my porch.�
�� Mansion?� Thrax raised a skeptical brow.
�� Yeah, mansion.
Think I can�t afford that?� Klepta gave a challenging
look at his half-brother before turning to Ozzie, �You�ll love it, doll. It�s
the best I�ve been in so far. It�s got a great view.�
�� Are you sure we should?� Drix asked Ozzie warily in a soft tone.
�� What choice do we have?� Ozzie
shrugged. �Come on. It�ll be fun. Trust me.�
�� You�re the expert,� Drix shrugged and sighed in defeat.
�� Straight up,
Drips. Can we go, Thrax, please?�
�� Thrax
looked at the cell and his half-brother for a while before sighing and running
his claws through his dreads, saying, �I suppose we gotta need a place to bunk in for a while. Lead the way,
runt.�
�� Following behind Klepta
as he went off with his crazy super leaping abilities, Thrax
picked Ozzie bridal style again and ran, with Drix
tailing behind them as fast as he could as they made their way swiftly towards
the stray dog before it walked off without them and entered through one of its
droopy ears.
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�� No way!
Get out! You�re spittin� me!�
�� The quartet was settled in the
little porch of the mansion located near the eye area that gave them direct
view to the outside world. Judging by the wealth amounted in the private
mansion he had, Ozzie could tell that Klepta ran this
dog city quite successfully, and judging by his loud exclamation, he had
already found about Ozzie�s little �excess baggage� after Ozzie and Thrax told him about their encounter in Jackson County.
�� No, runt.
We just find it nice to see you goo-goo eyed over the fact that you are going
to be an uncle soon, yo,� Thrax
replied sarcastically as he allowed Ozzie to help him nurse his wounds that he
got from his time in the army barracks prison. Ozzie just smiled quietly while
he dabbed the medicine on the virus�s cuts before applying band-aids on them,
while Drix just sat there quietly a few feet away
from the trio, feeling rather out of place at the moment.
�� Dang, doll!
You really got guts!� Klepta,
after being silent for a full 10 seconds to digest the news he was given,
clapped Ozzie�s back happily, earning a glare from his half-brother. �No cell
has ever, ever in the history of
mankind would ever willingly want to get knocked up with our spawn. Well, not
that I know of, that is. You just beat the odds, doll.�
�� I just did what I had to do to
preserve Thrax�s legacy, is all,� Ozzie replied as he
wrapped the last bandage on Thrax�s wounds. He kissed
Thrax�s forehead and started packing the first aid
kit, saying, �All done, Thrax.�
�� Thanks, Ozzie baby,� Thrax replied as he moved his limbs a little to make sure
the bandages were not restricting his movements. So far, so
good.
�� Going on first name basis now,
aren�t we, wimp?� Klepta commented, raising an amused
brow.
�� Don�t push it, runt.�
�� Well, at least you�re partially
infected and your body modified. If you were still a pure cell, you�d be
signing your death warrant.�
�� Why is that?� Ozzie asked.
�� Don�t you know?� Drix suddenly voiced out after watching the display before
him quietly for so long. �The main reason why no cell would ever willingly want
to be impregnated by a virus is because technically they would not be
impregnated. They would be considered infected. The spawn will explode out of
their bodies once the due date arrives and goes on with their mission of
reaching maturity and infecting other cells. That�s why I was worried about you
and asked you whether you are sure if you want to carry on with this.�
�� Ex�Explode�?� Ozzie�s face paled at
the thought of his belly swelling and bursting into a million pieces like the
crazy alien movie he watched from one of Frank�s dreams, possibly after Frank
watched a movie of the same genre.
�� He�s right on that, doll,� Klepta replied. �Nicely put, cold pill. I was beginning to
think you�re gonna turn invisible and disappear into
oblivion if you carry on sitting there unnoticed,� he chuckled at Drix�s glare at him, �but seriously, doll, that how we
virus spread the disease even more to other bodies without having us going
around infecting each and every one of them one by one ourselves. That�ll work
us to death, so we have our little spawns to do the work for us, although
glory-hog wimp here prefers a more�solo approach to things, which is why he�s
not really making it big scale and all��
�� Don�t test me, runt. You haven�t
gotten as far as I have, so don�t think you can judge me,� Thrax
stood up and growled, activating his killer claw and glaring venomously at Klepta. Quickly, Ozzie came up to Thrax
and hugged him by the waist to stop him.
�� So, Klepta,
you said you might help us find out what happened to Jackson. How are you going
to go about that?� Drix, seeing the situation needed
appeasing, decided to intervene.
�� Now that you�ve mentioned it,� Klepta realized before going towards the study room. The
trio followed after him and watched him fumble for what looked like some sort
of remote and a walkie-talkie. He took the remote and aimed it at a blank wall,
which parted to reveal a huge flat-screen TV. Turning on the walkie-talkie, he
used the remote again to turn on the TV, showing the view of the outside world
before he spoke, �Yo, Mess! Try and get the dog to
some nearby human TV that�s showing news or something.�
�� Roger that, Boss,� the
walkie-talkie replied before the view in the TV changed, showing the dog
moving. The view was bumpy as the dog was controlled to go where Klepta wanted it to go. Soon enough, the dog stopped and
sat in front of a shop that sold television and looked at one of the TV showing
the news at the display window.
�� I run this city pretty well, eh?� Klepta looked smugly at the trio and pointed at the TV
screen. �That was Mess, the mayor�wait, ex-Mayor�who
was the line. I made him take the dog to somewhere we can find out what happen
to your Jackson fella, and I thought he�d bound to
make it into the news somehow, what with the big kaboom
you just caused back there. Ah, here we are.�
�� Everyone turned to look at the TV.
After a news broadcast on a drugstore robbery, the
newscaster began announcing the news on Jackson�s accident.
�� This afternoon, a tragic accident
happened near Edelweiss Park after a hijack and a car chase went bad. The
hijacker, who was known as Jackson Terrence, died on the spot when he escaped
from Newcastle Government Medical Facility Centre and hijacked a security car
along with his family hoping to avoid quarantine after he was being diagnosed
with exposure of the recently discovered disease known as the Red Death viral
disease. His family, namely his wife Yolanda Terrence and his 14-year-old son
Tyler Terrence and 3-year-old daughter Corinna
Terrence, were with him in his escapade but have also suffered multiple
injuries, possibly critical or fatal, but the police have yet to reveal their
condition at the moment. The area is being quarantine at the moment to avoid
exposure and spreading of the Red Death to neighbouring
area. As you can see here, this is the car chase��
�� Woah,
look at that spit!� Klepta exclaimed as he watched
the car chase footage broadcasted on TV and the accident that followed. �Guess
you ended up killing the bugger after all, eh?�
�� You watch your tongue, canine
virus! Some of the people I care about were in there!� Drix
shouted in anger.
�� Well, they�re long gone and you
left them there to be here, ain�t
ya? Deal with it, cold pill.�
�� Why, you�� Drix
growled as he moved forward towards Klepta and
activated his hand cannon, only to be held back by Ozzie.
�� Chill, chill, Drips. He�s just
being straightforward. No need to get so uptight about this.�
�� Oh, I almost forgot to tell you
because of all the hype back in Greg�and coz I�m so eager to get rid of the
pup�but you might wanna hope that your kid will come
out a girl,� Klepta said as he gestured at Ozzie�s
still-flat belly.
�� Why do you say that, Klep?�
�� Because for one thing, Kiaran will not grow properly until he is bonded body,
heart and soul with a female Master, and you�re a male
Master, so he�s probably gonna stay that way until a
female Master takes him in.�
�� But why not me?
Why can�t I be his Master?�
�� Well, according to Caesar, the AIDS
guy who gave me the litter, it�s all in the pairings, the polar opposite of the
genders. A male dog must always have a female Master and vice versa. Yeah, he�s
attached to you now and all that, but his growth is not gonna
go anywhere unless you get him a polar opposite of his gender. It�s always been
that way, according to Caesar, and none of his family ever questioned about
this genetic tradition. A normal HIV kid can only survive with the dog. The
dogs are like normal viruses: smart, deadly and all that and they grow old as
their Masters would, even breed the same time as their Masters. Kia is gonna have to grow up with your kid�if it comes out a
girl�and they would be sort of sharing a lifeline for life. That means if Kia
dies, your kid dies as well.�
�� Then why the fuck did you give us
this kind of troublesome mutt in the first place?!� Thrax
growled angrily at upon hearing this news.
�� Well, I dunno
what sort of effect it would do if Kiaran was paired
with someone other than a HIV virus, but think about it, wimp. Your future
daughter would become almost immortal. Anyone who hurts or kills Kiaran, your daughter is dead meat for sure, but they don�t
have to know that. Your future daughter would be almost immune to all injuries
inflicted on her. She will heal with no scars and it�ll take forever to try and
take her down to even give any effect on Kia. Kia would be like�like her
life-sustainer or something. Wouldn�t you want your future daughter to last
long enough to carry on your legacy without having to worry that she would get
herself killed? And since you�re not of the HIV or AIDS family, who knows what
sort of cool powers might manifest on Kia that would alter your future
daughter�s lifespan and abilities? Wouldn�t that be a cool thing to consider?�
�� Not if my daughter is to be sharing
lifelines with this mutt!�
�� I dunno, Klep,� Ozzie said worriedly. �It may sound like a pretty
good thing to consider since we are quite concern about our child�s future
wellbeing, but Thrax may be right as well. What if it
goes wrong? What if it didn�t work out and my future daughter is left with the
bad side effects, or if someone figured out a way to defeat my future daughter
through Kia? What if I give birth to a son instead? There�s no telling what and
how my pregnancy is going to turn out, let alone giving birth to a child.�
�� Our child will turn out fine, baby,
it�s just that this mutt will complicate things,� Thrax
glared at his half-brother with a vengeance.
�� Look, doll,� Klepta
sighed and shrugged in defeat, �if it makes you guys feel any better, Kiaran won�t die without a real Master to be paired with,
but he will definitely not grow properly without one, and if your kid turns out
to be a son, or if you�re still uncomfortable with the fact that your future
little girl is gonna live and die by Kia, I�ll be
glad to take Kia off your hands and give him to a real HIV virus instead.
Happy?�
�� I guess,� Ozzie replied quietly,
feeling a little disappointed that he would not get to keep Kiaran
if it didn�t work out.
�� You know what you have to do now,
wimp, now that you�ve impregnated our doll here,� Klepta
turned off the TV as he glanced at Thrax knowingly. Thrax grimaced and looked away.
�� They don�t have to know.�
�� You bloody knocked our doll up,
wimp, and you�re not thinking of taking him officially as your mate?�
�� Of course I do. He�s having my
child. He�s my responsibility and he�s my baby. Not that it�s any of your
business.�
�� What about you, doll? Do you have any
intention to be this wimp�s official mate, now that you�ve got his little
bundle of joy growing inside you?� Klepta asked
Ozzie.
�� Well, yes�� Ozzie blushed bright
red at the thought of it, eyeing Thrax once in a
while, unable to believe that Thrax was actually
indirectly proposing marriage to him, �I mean, well, I didn�t really think
about it because we thought he was going to die, but�yeah, I have considered
being his mate.�
�� Then they must know! It�s
tradition! Every member of the Roja family must go
through this ritual once they�ve decided on a mate.�
�� Fuck, what century are we in, the
�30s?� Thrax exclaimed exasperatedly. �I�m not going
to go through some stupid ritual just because of some old-fashioned way of
thinking��
�� A thinking only Pops and Big Mama
would have, true,� Klepta said in a firm tone, �but
you know how she will find out about things even if you�re a gazillion miles
away from her. She will find out you�ve
knocked up our doll here and she will get
pissed that you eloped with our doll without going through the ritual.�
�� That�s the whole point of avoiding the ritual and getting away from them,� Thrax grumbled and rolled his eyes in disgust.
�� What exactly are you guys talking
about?� Ozzie asked.
�� He didn�t tell you?� Klepta looked at Ozzie incredulously. When Ozzie shook his
head, he turned to Thrax with the same facial
expression. �You didn�t tell him?! Tell me you didn�t forget telling him the
most important ritual of the Roja family!�
�� Shut up, runt. You�re not helping
here,� Thrax growled, his tone wanting him to have
this conversation over.
�� Tell me what exactly?�
�� It�s not important, Ozzie baby. You
don�t have to know,� Thrax wanted to wave the question
away but was given an angry warning glare from Klepta.
�� Don�t even think about, wimp. I
can�t believe you didn�t tell him about the�ugh! Why do I bother?� Klepta groaned as he turned to Ozzie and took him by the
shoulders, �Ozzie doll, this is one of the most important rituals our Roja family ever has and it�s been done for generations. No
one gets past the Roja family door without this
ritual because we�ve been doing this since our forefathers� time. It�s
tradition.�
�� Oh, for Jackson�s sake, get on with
it!� Drix said exasperatedly.
�� You must meet the parents and they
will test you,� Klepta continued, ignoring Drix�s outburst. �They will put you through a wringer to
see if you�re worthy of being the ol� wimp�s mate.
They did that with all our other mothers, and it�s not pretty.�
�� What sort of test?� Ozzie swallowed
nervously.
�� You�ll have to find out for
yourself.�

A/N:
Oh no~! Meeting the parents! The scariest part of any potential couples ready
to tie the knot~! Yikes! Oh, and I almost forgot to credit that HIV dogs and
theories about them are not exactly my idea. I just saw a few pictures in
Deviant Art and decided to create one of my own for Ozzie, but the original
concept was by DarkFlamon from Deviant Art. It�s one
of his/her rules that is we have to abide by the theory if we were to use HIV
dogs in our story or art, so credits to him/her for the cute little HIV
doggies! While you bite your nails trying to figure out what might happen,
reviews plz!
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