Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. I do, however, have a three legged dog and a psyco cat for anyone interested in suing me.
Author's Notes: Ok, I know this is bad, I just want it *off* my hard drive and looking vaguely completed.
The late spring sunlight filtered it's way down through a maze
of buildings
to illuminate the path of a group of teenagers as they prowled
through the city streets.
The teen in the lead stretched his arms back over his head and
tilted his face to the
sunlight. His long brown hair picked up golden highlights as the
sun struck it just so.
"Oi, Quatre, it was nice of you to invite us here, I always
wanted to stay in a
penthouse."
A slender blond haired boy walking just behind his long haired
friend smiled
brightly. "It was the least I could do, Duo. I thought it
might be a welcome change
from only seeing the cities as target sites."
"True, true," Duo enthused, "but you know what
we're missing?"
The blond frowned faintly, familiar enough with the workings of
his friend's
mind to be worried. "What's that, Duo?"
Duo gestured broadly nearly smacking another taller boy upside
the head.
"Opps, sorry, Trowa," he apologized sheepishly before
clearing his throat and
continuing, "we need a way to commemorate the occasion!"
Quatre's frown grew more pronounced, "You mean, like a souvenir?"
"Something like that, but not exactly. We can't exactly haul
trinkets around
with us, so..." Duo's wandering eyes lit on the shop front
they were just passing.
"So we should all get tattoos! So that we'll always remember
our little excursion
here."
"But Duo, don't you think that's a bit... extreme? Painful
too, I think..."
"Come on Quatre, where's your sense of adventure? We're Gundam
pilots!
What's a little pain to us?"
"Shut up, Maxwell, there's no need to advertise what we do."
Wufei
growled under his breath, dark eyes darting about to see if the
long haired boy
had drawn any unwanted attention.
"Sorry, sorry, no one was paying any attention anyway,"
he gestured at
the passing crowd, "See? You could say anything here and
no one would notice."
"Keep your mouth shut anyway," Duo was informed by another
ice tinged
voice.
Duo rolled his eyes and clasped his hands behind his neck. "Fine,
fine, but I
still think the tattoos are a great idea. You can't convince me
that they're not, koi."
Duo slyly glanced at the last speaker, secure in the knowledge
that his lover wasn't
always as cold as he appeared.
Heero refused to meet Duo's gaze and instead scanned the rushing
crowds
for anyone suspicious. Duo sighed and looked wistfully at another
tattoo parlor as
they passed by. "Come on, guys, it's not that big a deal.
If you don't like it, you
can just have it removed later."
"If we agree to this ludicrous idea, would you promise to
speak only when
spoken to for the rest of this outing?" Wufei would have
liked to push for the rest
of their stay, but knew that such a thing would be impossible
for the other boy.
Duo thought about it for a long moment, "Only if you all
agree to do it..."
Wufei nodded his head sharply, "Anything for a few moments
of peace,
and we are going to the museum a bit later," he added with
a slight smirk.
Duo groaned, but nodded silently before fixing his eyes on the
rest of the
party. "Quatre?"
Quatre chewed on his lip. He had never considered getting a tattoo
before,
but Duo was right, it could be removed later. He glanced at Trowa,
they had tickets
to the symphony later that night as well, and it would be more
enjoyable if Duo
wasn't allowed to make comments throughout the performance. "I...
well, I heard
it's not as painful as it once was and you don't have to wait
for it to heal or
anything..."
"That's two down. Trowa?"
The taller boy shrugged slightly. If Quatre was ok with the idea,
he certainly
had no problems with it himself. "Ok."
Duo grinned. "Up to you, Koi."
"Hn."
"Was that a 'yes' hn, or a 'you're out of your mind' hn?"
Heero refused to reply and continued to stalk calmly down the
sidewalk.
Duo made his own decision. "I'll call it a 'yes' hn then."
He grabbed onto his
boyfriend's arm and pulled him towards a bright neon sign proclaiming
the
establishment to be 'The Ink Spot'. "This looks good. We'll
just go in here!"
The other three boys followed their enthusiastic friend and his
captive with a
great deal less cheer, but a firm determination that the rest
of their outing should be
free from pointless chatter.
Duo pulled Heero along after him to the desk. He explained the
situation to
the person sitting there as the other gathered around. A design
book was pulled out
and placed out for the boys to leaf through. Duo scarcely glanced
at it, he was ready
*now*. He stepped back away from the other boys. The receptionist
blinked at him.
"Decided so soon?"
Duo grinned. "I already knew what I wanted. When can we start?"
The receptionist smiled in return and led the braided boy to one
of the
curtained cubicles. The other gundam pilots looked after him for
a moment before
returning their attention to the book before them.
It was several hours before the group of boys left the tattoo
parlor. The
only visible mark of their passage being the bandage wrapped firmly
around
Wufei's left biceps. He glanced down at it and then glared sourly
at Duo. Duo
grinned unrepentedly, but kept his lips sealed. He still remembered
his part of
this bargain.
The pilots didn't return to Quatre's penthouse until well after
dark.
Quatre smiled sleepily and leaned his head against Trowa's shoulder.
He had
enjoyed himself. The museum had been fascinating and the symphony
had
been wonderful. Duo had kept his word and restrained himself throughout,
even if he had fallen asleep midway through the third movement.
He hadn't
snored *that* loudly. The only cost to himself had been the neat
Arabic script of
his own and Trowa's names now encircling his ankle. The sight
of which had
caused his quiet lover's lips to quirk upwards. Trowa himself
had opted for a
clown's mask with a single tear on his shoulder blade. He had
shrugged and
explained that it was easier to forget about if he couldn't even
see it himself.
Wufei's fiery Chinese dragon was clear for all to see when he
had removed the
protective bandage. Everyone did agree that it suited him, however.
Duo had
cackled madly when Quatre had finally worked up the nerve to ask
him what
had had had done. He was proud to show off the detailed scythe
that now ran
up the length of his leg. Quatre privately wondered how long it
would take for
the novelty to wear of the extensive tattoo. Heero, however, had
ignored all
inquiries. Nothing showed on his body, and the Wing pilot wasn't
known for
being particularly body shy.
Duo had pouted at his lover. "But , Heero, I thought we were
*all* going to
get tattoos!"
Wufei crossed his arms, "It appears Yuy was the only one
of us to show any
kind of sense."
"Still..." Duo sighed aiming pitiful eyes at his boyfriend.
Heero merely
grunted and stalked back to the room that he shared with the Deathscythe
pilot.
Said pilot sighed, he was rather disappointed, but not completely
surprised. Besides,
Heero could start making up for his disappointment soon. His pout
transformed
into a rather lecherous smirk at that thought. Yes, he would make
sure that the
Wing pilot made up to him in the best way possible. His shirt
was already on the
floor before he got the door closed.
The moonlight drifted through the open window and fell upon the
bed. Duo
pushed his lover onto his stomach..and stopped. "You *did*
get a tattoo!"
"I didn't say I didn't," Heero replied, "You did."
Duo could almost hear the smirk in the other boy's voice. He traced
his
finger along the outline of the detailed ink copy of Heero's favorite
semi-automatic
permanently etched into the curve of his rear. "I guess I
did at that..."
"Did you want me to show it to anyone else?"
Duo jerked his hand back. "No way! I'm jealous enough of
the tattoo guy
that got to have his hands all over your butt putting this on!"
Heero snorted rudely and was silent for a long moment as he felt
Duo's
hand return to tracing the tattoo. "Do you like it?"
Duo considered the question. "It's you, koi. It's definitely
you." His hand
began to roam farther from the design as he leaned down close
to Heero's ear.
"Now... where were we...?"