This is a Yaoi fanfiction that includes: hot guy smexing and losta male love. If ya don't like, don't read. =] Also, if I have posted my story in the wrong spot I WILL use the excuse that I'm new here and don't know how everything works quite yet. Help and advise will be very appriciated by this author so don't be afraid to tell me that I screwed something up.
Pairings are as follows:
Heero/Duo/OC
Trowa/Quatre/Wufei
While I like them in pairs, I LOVE them in threesomes, so you are forewarned. Lemon won't be until later chapters once I get my barrings.
All I can say is I hope you enjoy the story! :3
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" You had better get up Zanny or you're going to be late!"
" I'm up, I'm up," she shouted to her mother, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Honestly, it wasn't like she was ten, but she might as well have been for all her parental unit cared. She could be 60 and would still get told she was going to be late for something or other.
Glancing once more in the mirror, Zandra deemed herself perfect to greet the day and walked downstairs. Maria Anderson hummed a small dity as she cooked breakfast, blonde hair floating down her back, and eyed her daughter's attire. " I really don't see why you have to dress like that. Black is so...depressing."
She snorted. " Bright colors are the work of the devil. Statistics prove that, while the eyes are attracted to them, vibrant fabrics-"
" 'Harm the retinas and can cause mild or permanent eye sight damage.' I know, I know, but don't you think your over doing the black alittle?"
Zandra glanced down at her outfit; a black tee-shirt with the print 'Do I look like a fucking people person to you?!' and nice black slacks. The army styled black leather boots and checkered backpack completed the ensemble and she quipped," Nope."
Maria just shook her head at her daughter's antics and frowned when only a piece of toast was snarfed down ravenously. " Aren't you going to have something more to eat than that, sweety?"
" Na, I'm 'late' remember," she answered, spotting her mother's distress, and leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. " I'll get something during lunch and I'll see you for super, 'kay?"
"Fine," she huffed, accepted the kiss and called," Don't forget your fathers coming home early tonight!"
Waving her hand to signal that she heard the young female grinned at her baby; an old black Mustang from 2089. It was her pride and joy considering it took five years allowance to fix her up. And it was a dime well spent as the engine purred, rearing and ready to go. Pulling out of the drive way she spend down the road, taking sharp turns without slowing much to the dispair of other motorists. Since her father was the Chief of Police no one even dared to arrest her.
Not that they could catch her anyway.
The first guy who tried learned the hard way that you don't mess with this kind of horse power and only made himself look like a fool in the process. Besides, Zandra Anderson was extremely careful behind the wheel of a car even when it seemed like she was a madwoman. Since the age of 13 she learned the how's and why's of driving one of the steel death traps.
She was also very proud to say that not one accident had been caused by her reckless driving; they always hit her.
As Barington University glared back her her, she wondered again why they had come here. During her childhood the Anderson Family moved all across the United States, even as far as Alaska. Now they were in the South, Mississippi to be exact, and it was a quiet, peaceful place she rather enjoyed. Except for the millions of church-goers who lived here. Zandra held nothing against religion, but she did when people tried to shove it down her throat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Literally.
All in all though, it was a nice community, and she loved college. The thought of getting her degree in Animations and Fine Arts made her all the more determined to perservere.
There was nothing in the world that could compare to the smell of clay, paint jars open for use, the feel of brushes as they stroked across the page, or the plain delight in sketching images from her head.
Pulling up into the parking lot she turned off the ignition and hopped out. With all of the doors locked she slung her pack over her shoulder and headed off to her first class of the day, whistling the same tune her mother was earlier.
The halls were crowded with teenagers and adults alike, everyone trying to part the sea so they could get to their classes early. Shaking her dark head Zandra glided into her Fine Arts Survey Class and took a seat by the window. Jeremey, a friend she'd made on her first day here, grinned at her shirt.
" Do you think Amys going to be late or early today," he asked, bright green eyes staring intently at the doorway.
Zandra shrugged negligently, setting up her area for work, and decided to answer him. " You should know, she's your girlfriend for Christ's sake."
Jeremey shot her a disapproving look and she stuck her tongue out at him. He was another Jesus freak, but he never tried to foce her into his religion unlike the other assholes. As long as she didn't use the 'Lord's' name in vain he relatively left her alone about being unreligious.
He perked up quickly and she followed his gaze. Amy Danielle White, or for them Danni, was graced with the body models killed for and the looks to go with it. Light brown curls framed her heart-shaped face and the slender, but curvey body moved gracefully down the aisle. When together they resembled a celebrity couple, what with their classical beauty, and were completely oblivious about the fact.
Even Zandra, who never judged someone by their looks alone, envived Amy sometimes. Then she would get over it and focus on important things, like how to make the Professor look more like an ass.
Which was impossible.
Gared Benadict had an ego a mile long and a critisim streak even longer than that. He was a pale, skinny blonde with a bad case of freckles, and resembled the type of guy who got picked on alot for being a geek in high school. Instead of teaching he critiqued everyone's work and yelled at them when nothing reached 'his' standards of perfection. On the very first day he mocked Jeremey's attempt at a Picaso and called him to the front of the class to explain why is was 'such a disgrace'. Ever since she made it her goal in life to make his day a living hell.
Everyone got started on the required reading, silence reigning for a long while, until she saw him glaring at her from behind his desk. Tossing him a smirk Zandra raised her hand and everyone's eyes focused on her eagerly.
Benadict sighed. " Yes, Miss Anderson?" Sucker.
" I'm sorry Professor Beenadick, but can you come see for a moment," She made pulling motions with her hands as he moved towards her. When he stopped at her table and asked what she wanted again the golden eyed teen just gave him a sweet smile.
" Nothing, I just wanted to prove to everyone that I could pull a jackass without a rope."
The class erupted in wild laughter at this statement and the man flushed from embarassment. Zandra snickered loudly and congraduated herself with a mental pat on the back. It wasn't the worst she could do, but it would sufice for today's entertainment.
As usual there were no forthcoming consequences, since no one would stand by him and provide evidence that she was anything but a model student in his class.
The day went on and she put actual effort into the rest of her classes. Biology and International Economics really ticked her off, but there was nothing for it if she wanted this degree. Lunch time saw her sitting at the park with her friends, munching on a roast beef poboy and french fries while they tried to find each other's tonsils. A soft question from Amy pulled the tomboy from her meal. " Huh?"
" I asked if you heard the news about thieves robbing Tech Inc. From what I understood they stole something very valuable to the government."
" Nu-uh. I don't pay attention to those hypocritical assholes and assholettes. So what'd they steal? Blue prints for an invisable force field, a time machine, the area code for the next universe, the President's underware?"
Jeremey chuckled and got cuffed by his girlfriend. "Some high security stuff, like Top Secrect and all. It was this liquid that could convert a adult back to when they were in their mom's bellies."
They looked at her in shock. " Holy shit, is that even humanely possible," Zandra asked interestedly. Glad to see that her friend's small attention span was now on her Amy nodded.
" I bet they sold it to the Black Market and got a very hefty sum. Damn, they could use that serum for anything, the possibilities are practically endless. If we were, hypothetically, reverted back to an egg, they could change our entire genetic make up," Jeremey spoke enthusiastically, fire lighting his eyes as the idea took hold. " Your hair, weight, height, skin color, even gender could be altered."
A chill went up her spine and Zandra shuddered. She did not need to listen to this. Saying her goodbyes, she promised to spend time with them at the coffee shop tomorrow, and headed to her car. Jeremey's words kept appearing in her head and the young woman felt unreasonable dread knot deep in her stomach.
" Why am I so...uneasy. I mean, it's not like that weird liquid-baby maker has anything to do with me."
This settled her quite a bit and she sang along with the radio to help her forget. There were no more classes for the day so she quickly went to the arcade and played games until it was time to head home. Just as she was sliding into her front seat, Zandra froze as two black figures across the street climbed into a white van. They spend off down the road and she followed them discretely. Soon they were out of the town and Zandra questioned her sanity. What was she doing trailing possibly dangerous individuals out in the middle of nowhere unarmed. And incredibly alone.
The white van pulled off onto a dirt road and she stopped her car, waiting to see if they would reappear again. When they didn't she sighed and started the Mustang back up, only to scream when something rammed into her. Hard.
Her foot hit the gas and she spun widly out of control, fear causing her to panic. Looking up into her rearview mirror revealed a black SUV speeding up to slam her again. " Not this time asshole," she muttered, turning to the left just in time to avoid another collision.
Slamming her car in reverse she did a sharp u-turn, putting it back in drive and jetting down the road back to Jackson. The huge vehicle chased after her, it's luminous headlights slowly inching closer. Her knuckles were white from the punishing grip she had on the stearing wheel and Zandra cursed her curiousity. If she had just went home like she was supposed to..
But that thought never came to a finish as the white van appeared in the middle of the road. She didn't have enough time to turn the wheel before she crashed, her head smashing into the windshield with a sickening crack. Black clouded her vision as the world swam, wetness trickling down her face and she knew instinctively it was blood.
Raised voices came from outside and Zandra slumped forward in unconciousness.