This is my story. ummm.i dont' really have anything to say about it and i'm not sure how fast i can update. i have the next chapter already written up and i'll start the third one soon i guess...if you have any questions or would like to off advice i would appreciate it. thank
Warnings: this slash. if youdont' like than please don't read it and then piss and groan. not only is it rude. its annoying as all getup. so thank you. plus they're may be some lime but i will warn the readers (thats you...hopefully) if that is to occur. Violence and gore because really?? what's a vampire story without the blood-letting. so yeah. thanks again.
Pairaings: 2x1, 3x4 5x...someone...i'm not sure yet. if you would know who you'd like to see wuff-bear with please tell me in a review. and whoever i get the most is who he will be paired with.
I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. they belong to a genious. a pure genious and sadly i am only kinda smart on a good day so yeah...it sucks but its oh so true.
Begining:
Quietly the vampire stalked its prey, moving within the shadows. Its prey continued walking, sure in its knowledge that it could protect itself in the human world.But the predator watching him now was not just another human, it was more, so much more. and it was watching him hungrily. Moving closer and closer, pausing, the creature stopped, as the human reached its destination. Hungry eyes followed him until the human dissapeared into the impenatrable house. A place the vampire couldn't get into without an invitation. Silently it vowed to come back. Slowly,a grin took the place of the cheerless frown, and the vampire turned, walking off down the street as though it was one of its prey, blending in seemlessly except for its amazing beauty, he whistled cheerfully winking one strangely lovely violet eye,at one unsuspecting human. Truly, the most fearsome predators, were those that looked like those they fed upon.
Dying hurts like Hell
Tired blue eyes glanced over at the clock on his desk, taking in the time of night, he smiled a little, a small flickering of pale rose lips. The young man closed down his laptop before standing, stretching luxiously, he undressed slipping under the covers with thoughts of his vampire clear in his mind, yes, his readers would love this story. He certainly did, and he was his most harshest critc. His publisher, Quatre Raberba Winner, and his boyfriend, Trowa, would love it too. Of that he was sure. The cute little blond had a liking for the vampire stories and Trowa shared his taste for the slightly dark and seductive stories of the creatures of the night, Vampires and were-wolves and the things that went bump in the night always got great praise from the two, and for once, the man thought, I would have to agree with them. Dangerou violet eyes danced in the man's head as he finally allowed himself to realx. and he drifted to sleep with a smile on his lips.
"HEERO OPEN UP!!"
Now Heero Yuy had to admit that he wasn't the most pleasent of people. He didn't like people much so he didn't really care that he wasn't all tha pleasent, he was especially unpleasent when being woken up from a sound sleep at, The shaggy mess of hair looked at his clock, waiting for the blurry numbers to clear, 6:20 after just going to sleep at 2:00. His publisher and friend had a lot to answer for if he didn't have an excellent reason for the rude awakening he was being put through. Throwing back his covers, being careful of the small black furball that had sometime during the night curled up next to his side, he pulled on a loose pair of sweats over his dark blue boxers and tiredly headed for the door, running a hand through his mop of hair that did nothing to straighten it out and everything to mess it up further. Tiredly he worked up a scowl before opening the door, sending his best glare at the man he equaled in height.
"what??" he hissed out dangerously, he needed a good cup of coffee before dealing with the cheerful man. truly he did, at least one cup so he didn't get the insationable urge to shoot the best publisher he had ever found. The only publisher who never asked him to change one of his male main character into a female. But still, 6:20 AM.
It truly is insane
he thought grumpily. Listening absently to Quatre. until he spoke two words Duo Maxwell one of the most well known singers in the world was coming to their town. Why?? no one knew, but he was. Not that Heero would go to the concernt. Oh no. Too many people, but really, tuning in on the radio couldn't hurt, and his voice was sweet, Better than any angel could ever be. heero had always thought. and more famous than he would ever be too a little voice whispered and he let out a sigh, really, all this thinking might be what made him a good writer, but it also killed his confidence. The voice was right, writing what he wrote in a country that had so many problems with it, he would never be too well known, and he would always get the hate mail that Quatre and Trowa tried to keep away from his eyes. But he knew, and it hurt that people couldn't except it, but for each couple pieces of mail that said something cruel, he got one that was good, one that was kind and encouraging, and it really did make it all worth it. Not to mention he loved to write his stories, he loved to bring his characters alive. He might not know how to deal with people well, but he knew how to write them, to create them and live through them. and that was really alright with him. If he could only get Trow and Qat to understand.
He welcomed Quatre in pleasently enough and started the coffee, stll listening to the excited young man go on and on about Duo Maxwell, he blinked a little at the fact that Quatre already knew the man, but Quatre seemed to know everyone so it wasn't too much of a shock. His friend was just that type of person, he wasn't shy about meeting someone new, and he enjoyed making friends with those he thought were nice. After all that's how he met Trowa, They were at a coffee shop, going over Heero's newest manuscript, this was before he had really started writing, so really they were just deciding which one would be the most interesting, when Trowa walked in with his friend, and caught Quatre's attention. The place was filled, and Quatre invited the two to sit with them. All four began to talk about Heero's writing, while Heero, for once wasn't embarresed, since it was mostly business, thinking out the details and why this or that story would sell better, or be more interesting. Heero had found himself relaxing, and Quatre...well Quatres had found himself in love. Luckily, Trowa seemed to have been struck with the same. Heero hadn't been able to stop himself from throwing a small smile at Sally, and Sally had returned it with an amused grin. the three boys, and Sally, had been good, or very good friends ever since. Heero re-tuned himself into what Quatre was saying even as he poured the two a cup of coffee.
"but he's going to stop and sing for a couple of charities, he just changed it on everyone"he shrugged "his publicist just reported it to, incase anyone else wanted to make donations"he smiled cheerfully "i put down some for most of them"he added happily. and heero stopped mid-sip to ponder how much 'some' was, for Quate it could be anything between a couple hundred to a couple thousand. Quatre ran the book publishing company, but he was also the heir to the winner business and fortune. so he really couldn't tell. it was too early for this, really.
"Trowa and i will be going out of town for a day or two but we'll be back in time for the concert heero. I figured Saly, you, trowa and I could all go, you could use a break anyway"he smiled at the silent boy, worry forming behind cheerful eyes. Heero glanced up ,with a nod
"i'll see you guys when you get back. Though i may make an exception to the concert. I hate those things"he grumbled, a fleeting feeling of guilt appeared in his gut when the happy smile droped from his friends face, but with a small effort he pushed it back, Quatre always got his way. But not about this"
A coupe minutes later Quatre was making his way out the door "now remember to dress appropriatly for the concert heero, shop a little if you have to, its not like you can't afford it now." He smiled brightly, as he started down the stairs. Heero sighed, he didn't really know how Quatre did it, but he had agreed and Quat was right. nowadays he could afford it. Quatre paid him very well for his novels. Reluctantly, he shut the door, locking it tightly behind himself, and headed back towards the kitchen to make up a quick breakfast, grab another cup of coffee, and get back to work on his newest book.