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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:
What�s going to happen next in their journey? Sit back and relax to find out!

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
�� During the journey to Buffalo, Ozzie
was not allowed to leave the bed or do any menial tasks. Thrax
insisted that he rest after the forced miscarriage he gave him and made him
wrap an ice pack everyday on the bruise around his middle to heal quicker. Cox
offered to provide food for Ozzie�s recovery and his children Tiki, Miki, Viki and Kiki were in
charge of sending it to him�since Thrax didn�t want
to trust anyone else that had to do with rat city�and keeping the cell company
at the same time.
�� So, Dad told us you�re from the
immunity force,� Tiki said one day during their lunch
delivery. �Is it true?�
�� You bet I was. I was the baddest booty-shakin� cop in all
of Downtown Frank,� Ozzie replied as he opened the food container. Looking in,
he saw today�s lunch was some sort of greenish-yellow blob that looked like it
was regurgitation from last week. Grimacing, he poked at it with a spoon, not
sure whether to eat it for the sake of the kids or just chuck it out of the
window.
�� That means you must�ve caught a lot
of bad guys back in your city,� Viki said, pouring
Ozzie�s drink in a cup. It looked and smelled like coffee, so Ozzie took
comfort in that, although it felt a little ironic that Viki
mentioned him catching �bad guys� when the kids� parents and half-strain uncle
were literally the �bad guys� themselves. He knew whatever he was going to say
next was pushing it, but since there was no one he knew around to debunk him, a
little bragging wouldn�t hurt.
�� Yup. The
force practically begged me to take their case off their hands, and I had to handle
everything big and small. They even called me �The Germ-inator�!�
�� Wow~! �The Germ-inator�? That sounds really cool!� Miki looked at
Ozzie admiringly.
�� You ain�t heard nothin� yet! I
once took down a whole team of bacteria-s with my bare hands. They ain�t even from Frank�s body, like some el loco germ or
something. I�ve got connections from the Flu Shot Virus all the way to the
Hepatitis Vaccine Bros lining up to spare me some inside info. Heck, I had to
beat the ladies off with a stick just to get a little me-time��
�� Then how come you ended up being
Uncle Thrax�s pet?� Kiki
asked with a skeptical look.
�� Uh, well, um�� Ozzie had not
expected that coming. �Well, it�s a little bit of a long story, really��
�� But the gist of it is that our
little Ozzie is crazy about me.�
�� Hi, Uncle Thrax!�
�� Ozzie looked up grudgingly at the
virus who came in at the nick of time. He patted each
kid on the head and sat on the bed right beside Ozzie, kissing the cell�s
forehead.
�� Is it really?� Miki asked. �Were
you really crazy about Uncle Thrax?�
�� Um, well, I wouldn�t put it that
way�� Ozzie tried to worm his way out of it but Thrax
chuckled and ruffled Ozzie�s hair.
�� Aww,
c�mon, baby, you don�t have to be shy about it. I mean, it was practically love at first sight when we met at the nasal dam.�
�� He pursued you?� Kiki asked, eager
to hear more.
�� In a way, yes.
He tracked me down all the way to The Zit Club to get a glimpse of me, yet he
was so shy he had to bring along a friend to accompany him. I swear, baby, that
cold pill friend of yours wasn�t exactly very helpful. In the end, you
literally blew me away with your charm.�
�� Ozzie pouted and looked away. Thrax was practically rephrasing their whole encounter, and
he was in no position to correct him.
�� And then what happened?� Viki asked, her eyes shining as if they were listening to
the most romantic fairytale.
�� Yeah, tell us, Uncle Thrax,� Tiki was eager to know as
well.
�� Shouldn�t you take over from here?�
Thrax eyed mischievously at Ozzie, in which the cell
pouted again and absentmindedly licked the greenish-yellow blob he poked at off
the spoon, not exactly tasting it.
�� Go ahead and tell them yourself,
Master. They asked you, not me.�
�� Thrax
grinned and turned to his nieces and nephews and continued, �Well, he�s always
chasing after yours truly here, until he got fired from his job for obsessing
too much over me rather than doing his work. I took down Frank, of course, and
he got jealous because he thought I decided to take a she-cell with me instead
of him. He ganged up with his cold pill friend to stop me under the pretense of
arresting me so that he could get his job back, but that she-cell was not
really important to me to begin with, just a silly broad as my getaway hostage.
We fought for a while, settled our difference and when I asked him if he wanted
to be my pet since he loves me so much, he literally crashed into the deal. The
rest is history.�
�� The children oohed
and aahed at Thrax�s story,
enjoying the lies thoroughly. Ozzie fought the urge to roll his eyes at this
display. Only kids like them would fall for that sort of tall tale.
�� So do you really love him that
much, Mr. Ozzie?� Viki turned to ask the cell, who
was caught by surprise at this question.
�� Well, uh, I��
�� Of course he loves him, stupid!� Tiki slapped Viki on the back of
her head. �If he didn�t love him, he wouldn�t become Uncle Thrax�s
pet now, would he? He wouldn�t even wear the ring around his neck.�
�� It�s not a ring, it�s a collar, you
dum-dum!� Viki slapped him back. They would�ve had a
brawl and squabbled till no end if Thrax didn�t give
them a warning look and if Kiki hadn�t held the both of them back.
�� So are you going to marry Uncle Thrax and officially be in the family, Mr. Ozzie?� Miki
asked with wondering eyes.
�� Your dad has already accepted him
into the family, baby,� Thrax cut in before Ozzie
could mutter something incoherent again. �That�s good enough for us.�
�� Aww�But I
wanna see Mr. Ozzie in a nice pretty white wedding
dress.�
�� Don�t be ridiculous, Miki,� Kiki
scowled in disgust. �Mr. Ozzie is a he-cell. He can�t wear your stupid white
wedding dress!�
�� So what?
You can see that Mr. Ozzie is the �girl� in the relationship! There�s nothing
wrong with him wearing a pretty wedding dress!�
�� And you four have already outstayed
your welcome,� Thrax growled as he picked two
children each under his arms and carried them out of the room. Ozzie could hear
the kids protesting as Thrax carried them downstairs
and out the front door before closing it at their faces. Moments later, he
heard the virus� incoming footsteps as he made his way back up again into the
room.
�� They�re gone for now,� Thrax grinned as he sat back beside him. �Finally, a bit of
peace and quiet, eh, baby?�
�� Yes, Master,� Ozzie replied quietly
as he finally started eating his lunch they brought him properly. It didn�t
taste as bad as it looked, much to the cell�s relief. Before he could take
another bite, Thrax�s claws suddenly reached out to
take the food container away and put it on the bedside table.
�� Lie down,� Thrax
ordered. �I want to see your bruise.�
�� Ozzie obeyed and lied down. Thrax undid the night robes and unwrapped
the bandages that held the ice pack in place on Ozzie�s middle before inspecting
the bruise. It wasn�t as bad as it first formed, but it was still there.
�� Does it still hurt, baby?� Thrax asked as he pressed the bruise with the flat side of
his normal claw. Ozzie winced but not immediately.
�� A little bit.�
�� We�ll be reaching Buffalo by
tomorrow morning, so I want you to be prepared,� Thrax
said as he replaced the ice pack and rewrapped the bandages around Ozzie�s
middle. �Majah is quite the tailor and is finishing
your new clothes as we speak, because I will not have you walking around
showing off your bruise to everyone. But you must remember to bring along those
clothes I gave you when we leave this city. Understand?�
�� Yes, Master,� Ozzie nodded as he
reached over to take the food container to continue eating but was pulled away
again by Thrax. �Is�Is something wrong, Master?�
�� No,� Thrax
smiled and took the spoon from the table. �You�ve been a good boy these days.
I�m going to reward you. Now open wide.�
�� Ozzie felt a little awkward, but he
complied with Thrax�s orders. Opening his mouth, he
allowed Thrax to spoon-feed him his lunch and help
him drink his coffee-like beverage. As he ate, he remembered the last time he
was being spoon-fed like this. When he was 10, Frank fainted when he
accidentally inhaled mustard gas while trying to help out Shane along with his
late wife to do her science assignment, and the fumes he inhaled caused Ozzie
and his classmates who were doing a school trip to the nasal dam at that time
all sick with respiratory poisoning. His mother stayed day and night in the
hospital tending to Ozzie, including spoon-feeding him his meals. Thrax noticed his forlorn look and took his chin, tilting
his head to face him.
�� You seem upset, baby. Don�t you
like your reward?�
�� No, no, I mean, I like it, Master,
really�� Ozzie replied hurriedly so as not to offend the virus.
�� But�?�
�� It�s just�� Ozzie finally sighed
and said, �It�s just that�well�I�m thinking about my own family.�
�� What about them?�
�� I just�Well, I didn�t exactly grow
up in a proper family and all that. Sure, they were perfect and all, but�but
that was while they lasted. I was 12 when I lost them all: my parents, my
relatives, my newborn baby sister��
�� Care to tell me what happened to
them?� Thrax asked as he stirred at the food with the
spoon, seemingly all ears.
�� I only understood what really
happened when I was 16, fresh outta
high school and working my way to do college in some silly cheap budget
educational program that only exist when you grow up in the wrong side of the digestive
system. Apparently Frank cut his calf after Shane made him take cycling
exercise to persuade him to lose weight. We were having some sort of Jones
family reunion gathering at that time at the Love Handles Festival and when
Frank bled, everyone but me was taken in by the current, bleeding out along
with everybody who just so happen to be on the spot. I could barely remember
some guy holding onto me while everyone, including my darling baby sister, was
swept out of Frank�s calf, probably coagulated and gone for good. It took them
3 days to find out that I was living all alone in an empty home with no one
else to take care of me after the incident. I was soon relocated to A Home for
Crisis Victims�and it�s not exactly heaven on Frank�with the picture of my
great-great-grandpappy as my only inspiration to join
the force just as the fathers of my family did. I tried to do them proud. As soon
as I graduated from college, I slaved my way through
immunity training and sat through all the exams just to get into the force. I may
have bungled a little, but at least I passed and got my badge and gun. I tried
to show the force I could be just as good as my fathers
before me in the force were. I jumped into any chance I could to prove to those
who knew them that I could do it, that I could ace this and become the Star of
the Force just as they did.
�� But no one liked me butting in. No
one wanted me to get too involved in cases. The chief always gave me mediocre
stuff to do and I was always the laughing stock of the force. They say I always
screw up, that I always never follow orders and were always the rebel in the
field, when the truth was that they never let me settle on a real worthwhile
case to prove my worth. They all thought I was a nuisance, a shameful existence
in the PD and a crazy megalomaniac who was an attention- and adventure-seeker
who should be kept in a loony bin. They didn�t believe me when I tried to tell
them that I made Frank puke because I saw a virus on board an oyster ready to
come in. They suspended me for �unnecessary force� and threw me into the worse
patrol they could think of to �keep me out of trouble�. They sure as hell
didn�t believe me when I told them you exist, and I got fired for it. They
believed me too late, and now they�re all dead before I could�Sometimes there
is something deep down inside me that felt that Shane deserved to be humiliated
and let her father become what he was because it was her fault my family died,
but I knew my father would never wanted me to do that, no matter how Frank hurt
me�And now you�re rewarding me the way my Mama used to treat me, and your
cousin Cox and his kids treating me like I have been with you like forever,
like as if I am really one of you�It�s just�I dunno,
some sort of feeling I missed out for so long, probably something that I no
longer knew I�ll ever feel, what with my cruddy life�It feels��
�� Nostalgic? Painful?� Thrax suggested.
�� A little bit of both, I guess.�
�� You will grow into it soon enough.
You will soon understand that humans, no matter how much you try to help them
save their lives and keep them going, will never learn from their lessons. You
will slowly understand that humans will always figure out creative ways to
destroy themselves no matter how much you slave away, throwing your life out of
the window to undo the damages they do to themselves. All the eating, smoking,
drug-taking, lazing about, suicides, etc�All those are things that will make
you see that it is not worth it to risk everything you have to rescue a body
that will soon wither away and die, taking you along with it. You will know in
time that it is better to just be rid of them rather than wasting your time
letting them live on things that will kill you sooner
or later. You will see as well how rewarding it can be as long as you stay as
my pet and what a right choice it is to let me dominate you and leave that
stupid body that gave you nothing but grief��
�� Frank didn�t give me grief,� Ozzie
looked up at him, slightly offended by that last remark. �You did. If it
weren�t for you, I wouldn�t be lying here with nothing to do and aching every
time I try to move. I wouldn�t be here thinking about what I could�ve done to
save Frank from dying and not making a poor girl an orphan, possibly living a
life of misery under her Uncle Bob. I wouldn�t be here beating up myself for
all the guilt I might have caused due to Frank�s death, subsequently Drix, my only friend, and Leah, the girl of my dreams, to
die with him. I wouldn�t even be in this whole friggin�
mess.�
�� Thrax
looked long and hard at him. Ozzie retaliated with the same gaze. He knew
whatever he just said was going to warrant him another punishment of the day,
but at that moment, he didn�t care. Technically it was Thrax�s
fault that Frank died and his friends and beloved was killed; that he was
partially infected and glowing like a freaky neon light; that he was moving from
place to place whether he liked it or not dressed like a hooker and that he
questioned his sexuality; that he was subjected and will be subjected to the
�carrot and stick� method and all the virus� crazy sexual fantasies; that he
was raped by Finn and got knocked up with his spawn and experienced his first
miscarriage. It was all Thrax�s fault to begin with,
and this was the cell�s only chance to let him know that.
�� Ozzie flinched as Thrax lay his hand on the cell�s
cheek. He braced himself for whatever punishment the virus might give him and
submitted himself to the fate of Thrax�s wrath that
will soon be incurred on him, but surprisingly it never came. He opened his
clenched eyes and saw for a split second that Thrax�s
face was strewn with emotions of�concern? Guilt? Sorrow?
�� Before he could make sense of what
he saw, Thrax�s lip captured his own in a deep kiss,
his skillful tongue dance making Ozzie melt against his will yet again. Only
when both of their lungs were protesting for air then the virus let him go.
Panting silently through his swollen lips, Ozzie felt his crimson cheek being
slapped lightly.
�� You�re just throwing a tantrum
because you�re bored in bed,� Thrax said as the
emotion Ozzie thought he saw was gone. �I will punish you properly later. Now
finish your lunch. I need to see Majah about your new
clothes.�
�� Confused, Ozzie continued to let Thrax spoon-feed him and help him drink. After finishing
his lunch, Thrax ruffled Ozzie�s hair and left.
�� Whatever punishment Thrax had in mind, Ozzie prayed to Frank that the virus
would forget about it eventually.

A/N:
Ooh, seems like there is also something going on within Thrax
that even the virus himself didn�t know exist. While you dream about whatever
punishments Thrax can think of, reviews plz!
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