Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. (i wish i did buuut. I don't. ; ;)
umumm. This is an older story... but I still want to continue it. :3 I hope you like it.
The music vibrated the walls of the stadium. Human bodies filled every inch of the floor, screaming and chanting, anxiously awaiting for the band on stage to begin.
Four band members stood on stage, stationed at there instruments.
A girl stood behind a large keyboard, her long black hair swayed at her hips, dark blue designs swirled on her pale face, her piercing blue eyes peered out from her long bangs. She wore tight leather with chains dangling from her hips and chest. She wore spike necklaces around her neck, and the same jewelry pointed around her wrists.
To the girl's right stood at handsome youthful looking boy, his brown eyes were stern, and they leered out at the roaring coward. He had short dirty blond hair, that was gelled into short spikes standing sharply from his head. His chest was naked of all material except for the black streaks of make up that ran down his stomach. He only wore tethered black pants, and two thick belts were strapped to the thighs. Twirling his drum sticks, he tapped his foot on the marble floor stage, soaking in the cowards excitement.
Two deathly looking boys stood near the front of the stage, each tuning their uniquely designed guitars.
The bass player, a tall sharp green-eyed boy adjusted his black electric guitar so it was comfortably in his grasp. His shocking bleached hair was streaked with black, his eyes wore dark make-up, giving them a very desirable look. His pale lips owned a sliver ring on the lower lip. His clothing was very plain. His entire body was covered in black material, he wore a tight leather shirt, with matching gloves. His pants flared down his thighs to his knees, where they met his large combat boots.
The boy next to him confidently stared out into the coward. Long navy spikes stood from his head, his pale skin shined brightly in the stage lights. His eyes gleamed in the light, appearing to only be black orbs. He wore a small red vest, his chest was naked. His pants were black with torn strips at his thighs, revealing more of his snowy complexion. Tightening his grip on the neck of his blood red guitar he glanced back at the other band members and smirked.
"Lets get this started."
In the crowd lurked at tall man. His eyes were pale green, hidden behind dark shades. His neatly positioned hair was a natural blond. His long black trench coat swayed at his feet as he forced his way through the rowdy crowd. He stopped, tucking his hands in the tench coat's deep pockets and stared up towards the rafters.
There stood a lengthy chocolate brown haired boy, his cold Persian blue eyes stared down at the man. The blond man nodded towards the security guards silently, then returned his stare to the stage as an eery tune rang out in the stadium. The crowd's excitement began to burst into even more loud, heart pounding screams.
The dark haired boy cautiously continued along the rafters, until he was directly above the security guards that he had been directed to that blocked the entry way to the band's dressing rooms. Gracefully, the boy fell from the rafters, unnoticed by the crowd's eyes, for their excitement kept them cheering.
"What the!"
The security guards were taken by surprise as the slender boy stood before them. Swiftly, the boy trusted the side if his hand into each guard's necks, causing them to fall the floor in a unconscious heap.
Peering down the dim hallway, he was pleased to see that there were no more obstacles to over come to get to his destination. Proceeding down the hallway with caution, the brown haired boy found himself standing before the door which was reserved for his target, the concerts star. As he was about to grasp the door's knob, it was turned and the door flung opened. He stumbled backwards in surprised, quickly feeling the rim of his spandex shorts for his weapon.
Had the target known he was coming?
A boy stood before him, no older then himself. His chestnut hair was loosely braided. He wore around his neck a black choker, studded with sliver spikes. Connected to the choker was a black leather belt. It was attached at the center of his chest by a sliver ring which two other belts that led down his slender sides also assembled to it. His pants were black and loose, the button undone. He wore thick straps around the muscle of his arms where tattoos of black demon wings were imprinted above them.
The two boys stared at one another, neither moved. The intruding boy let his hand fall away from his weapon as he stared into the familiar cobalt eyes.
"Heero?"
The braided boy was first to speak, asking the faint name of an old friend. He squinted to make out the other boys features in the dimly light hallway. Dressed in black spandex shorts and a dark green tank top, there was no doubt about it.
"My God, Heero! It is you!" The boy cried happily throwing an arm over the stunned boy's shoulders.
"Duo?" Heero blinked, completely bewildered, "This is you?"
The cheery boy smirked his trademark smirk.
"Forgot me already Hee-chan? Its only been a few years..."
Duo trailed off looking towards the stage. Heero's eyes followed, knowing that out in that coward, a deadly man stood, expecting for this show to end.
"I need to get out there..." Duo said hurriedly, "My hotel-- Yes! meet me there later tonight! Knowing you, you can find it without a problem!"
Heero stayed silent, the address of Duo's hotel running through his mind.
Of course he knew, of course he knew where his target stayed.
"Later Hee-chan!"
Duo grinned as he ran towards the stage stairs, glancing over his shoulder at his old friend.
Heero pressed his back against the cool wall holding his head.
Why did it have to be Duo? Dammit...
The crowd's cheers burst into maddening screams when the handsome boy appeared on the stage. Grabbing the microphone off the top of the speaker, the hyped boy's deep, growling voice filled the stadium.
"Are you mother fuckers ready, for the new shit! Stand up and admit, tomorrows never coming!"
The blond haired man clutched his fists angrily.
That idiot. Where is he!
His green eyes quickly scanned the crowd. Furious, he turned on his heel and began to push random people out of his way as he made for the emergency exit.
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