Disclaimer: This is a Gundam Wing/AC fan fiction. All references to Gundam Wing, and all Gundam Wing related things are used without any permission at all from Bandai/Sunrise, who is the corporation who owns Gundam Wing.
Author's Note: I am writing this under the Canadian, badly dubbed and yaoi free cartoon. There will be no gayness or unspoken relationships unless I decree it so!
Gundam Wing: Endless Masquerade
197 A.C.
It was Relena Darlian's seventeenth birthday mask, and the party was in full swing. Heero took a sip of the slightly bitter champagne and winced, for the nth time that night wondering why he had come to the party. Relena's invitation should have been torn up and thrown back in her face, he mused sardonically, like the last time she had wanted him to come over.
He watched as Duo flirted with some of the airheaded girls, Relena's close friends, he assumed, and made them giggle like a pack of hyenas. Heero's friend joined in their high, feminine giggles with his low, masculine ones, his meter long brown braid swinging back and forth with every movement. Shaking his head, Heero flicked his gaze away and met his Prussian blue eyes with a pair of glittering azure eyes. The painfully blue eyes were framed with dark, thick, luxuriant lashes, making them seem bigger then they really were. Heero stared into them, surrendering into the blue depths like a drowning man.
Quatre was enjoying himself immensely, flirting with Relena's charming friends, drinking some of the tastefully expensive wine, eating the delicious hors d'oeuvres and talking with Trowa, his best friend whom he hadn't seen in ages! Nursing a flute of champagne, he looked around for Duo and Heero, whom he had seen at the beginning of the party, but was so caught up in the festivities, had not Heero since. Quatre could envision Heero, hiding in a corner somewhere, muttering curses under his breath. Duo was in plain sight, teasing four or five of Relena's inner crowd, but Heero was no where in sight. Quatre viewed a breathtaking woman staring intensely and intently at someone. The woman was pale, quite so in the dim lights of the ball room, with dark, slightly wavy, chestnut hair contrasting strikingly with her skin and passionate sapphire eyes. She had a slim, small breasted body, with long, pale shapely legs that were shown off by a short black dress.
"Who is she looking at?" Quatre wondered, "And who is she?" mentally following the line of her eyes, Quatre say she was lock-eyed with Heero. Not thinking, Quatre cheerfully walked over and tapped Heero on the shoulder, knocking him out of his trance.
"Hello Heero!" Quatre laughed cheerfully. Heero glared at him, then looked back to see the woman being tapped on the shoulder by another woman who was wearing an expensively tailored tuxedo. For a brief moment he wondered if they were lovers, then was disgusted at himself for even caring.
"Hello Quatre," Heero said evenly, "What do you want?"
Quatre grinned at Heero's unhappy, negative attitude.
"Do I have to want something? I just wanted to talk to you."
Heero glared.
"About what?"
"How about that woman you were just ogling?"
Heero turned around swiftly, making his drink sloosh in the glass, and glared at Quatre, using his eyes to the full force.
"I. Was. Not. Ogling." He said, spitting every word like ice at his fellow ex-gundam pilot, hoping that the meaning of them would, at least, sink in.
Quatre remained happily unaware that Heero was steaming with repressed emotion.
"Sure you were. So anyway, do you know her?" Quatre's voice was warm and bubbly, the normal way that it was. It was the voice that, for some unknown reason, women flocked to him, thinking that it was too good to be true that he wasn't gay.
Author's Note: I am writing this under the Canadian, badly dubbed and yaoi free cartoon. There will be no gayness or unspoken relationships unless I decree it so!
Gundam Wing: Endless Masquerade
197 A.C.
It was Relena Darlian's seventeenth birthday mask, and the party was in full swing. Heero took a sip of the slightly bitter champagne and winced, for the nth time that night wondering why he had come to the party. Relena's invitation should have been torn up and thrown back in her face, he mused sardonically, like the last time she had wanted him to come over.
He watched as Duo flirted with some of the airheaded girls, Relena's close friends, he assumed, and made them giggle like a pack of hyenas. Heero's friend joined in their high, feminine giggles with his low, masculine ones, his meter long brown braid swinging back and forth with every movement. Shaking his head, Heero flicked his gaze away and met his Prussian blue eyes with a pair of glittering azure eyes. The painfully blue eyes were framed with dark, thick, luxuriant lashes, making them seem bigger then they really were. Heero stared into them, surrendering into the blue depths like a drowning man.
Quatre was enjoying himself immensely, flirting with Relena's charming friends, drinking some of the tastefully expensive wine, eating the delicious hors d'oeuvres and talking with Trowa, his best friend whom he hadn't seen in ages! Nursing a flute of champagne, he looked around for Duo and Heero, whom he had seen at the beginning of the party, but was so caught up in the festivities, had not Heero since. Quatre could envision Heero, hiding in a corner somewhere, muttering curses under his breath. Duo was in plain sight, teasing four or five of Relena's inner crowd, but Heero was no where in sight. Quatre viewed a breathtaking woman staring intensely and intently at someone. The woman was pale, quite so in the dim lights of the ball room, with dark, slightly wavy, chestnut hair contrasting strikingly with her skin and passionate sapphire eyes. She had a slim, small breasted body, with long, pale shapely legs that were shown off by a short black dress.
"Who is she looking at?" Quatre wondered, "And who is she?" mentally following the line of her eyes, Quatre say she was lock-eyed with Heero. Not thinking, Quatre cheerfully walked over and tapped Heero on the shoulder, knocking him out of his trance.
"Hello Heero!" Quatre laughed cheerfully. Heero glared at him, then looked back to see the woman being tapped on the shoulder by another woman who was wearing an expensively tailored tuxedo. For a brief moment he wondered if they were lovers, then was disgusted at himself for even caring.
"Hello Quatre," Heero said evenly, "What do you want?"
Quatre grinned at Heero's unhappy, negative attitude.
"Do I have to want something? I just wanted to talk to you."
Heero glared.
"About what?"
"How about that woman you were just ogling?"
Heero turned around swiftly, making his drink sloosh in the glass, and glared at Quatre, using his eyes to the full force.
"I. Was. Not. Ogling." He said, spitting every word like ice at his fellow ex-gundam pilot, hoping that the meaning of them would, at least, sink in.
Quatre remained happily unaware that Heero was steaming with repressed emotion.
"Sure you were. So anyway, do you know her?" Quatre's voice was warm and bubbly, the normal way that it was. It was the voice that, for some unknown reason, women flocked to him, thinking that it was too good to be true that he wasn't gay.