Written on: 5/15/00
Author: DC James [abyssinian_fujimiya@yahoo.com]
Complaints and Comments are welcomed.
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Ice Part 1
A Dakotas of Lyoness Production starring the Gundam Wing Boys.
Came from a dream, cause is lack of sleep. -_-'
Paring: 1x2, 3x4 (Ain't this common?)
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All rights and privileges to Gundam Wing belong to Sotsu Agency, Sunrise,
ANB, and associated parties. The characters of their series are used without
their permission for the purpose of entertainment only. This work of fiction is
not meant for sale or profit.
WARNING: This is a yaoi fic, meaning male/male relationships. If you are not
comfortable reading yaoi, please click the back button on your browser. I cannot strain
to you enough how irritating it is when people who do not like yaoi read yaoi fics just to
flame the author. You do not have to read this, you have your right of will. If you are
comfortable with yaoi, the please read on.
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Text:
::= Thoughts
**= Actions
//= Exaggerating words.
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Duo bounded down the stairs into the main room where the other pilots were
relaxing. It was the first time in a while when they had a weekend free of missions. Duo
had a plan, that involved Heero and a trip to the mall. He didn't mind seeing the Japanese
in biker shorts and muscle shirts, but after a couple of months of seeing the same outfit, it
started to get questionable.
Wufei was sitting on the couch, sharpening his sword and gave Duo a short
glance. Duo waved to him, seating himself across from the Chinese pilot. He just had to
see if he could get a paragraph from Wufei, "Naa, Wu-man! What's happening?"
"Go bother someone else, Maxwell, I'm busy."
Duo snorted softly, standing up, "Yah, real busy. I think I see a smudge of a fingerprint
at the hilt."
Immediately, Wufei was examining the blade. Duo smirked, walking over to
the other three pilots. Quatre was holding four ice cubes in his hands, which
were melting at a slow rate, while watching Trowa juggle another four. Heero
was sitting at the table, reading a book, with his back turned on his comrades.
Duo crossed his arms, "Not bad."
"I do know more than just how to walk on a rope." Trowa replied.
Quatre moved his hands to try and copy his friend, "Okay... umm...." He tossed
one out of his right hand, and caught it in the other while throwing another piece
of ice. He smiled as he began to get the hang of it.
Duo's eyes glimmered with mischief, it was just a too good of an opportunity to
pass up. "Quatre, SPIDER!"
Quatre threw the ice up, grabbing Trowa, "WHERE!!"
Shinigami began laughing as the domino effect happened. Trowa lost his
concentration, and his hands threw the slippery ice cubes towards Wufei, one
making it through to his head and the others sliced apart by his sword. While
the Chinese began cussing at the HeavyArms pilot, a loud yelp diverted their
attention. Heero jumped from his chair, trying to reach his arm down his back, where the
muscle shirt was just loose enough for an ice cube to slip in.
Duo grabbed the back of a free chair, gasping for air. Heero had to finally pull
his muscle shirt from it's tuck in his shorts, and the cube fell to the tile floor with
a dull thud. Heero glared between Quatre, Trowa, and Duo, not sure who to kill
first.
The violet eyed boy finally calmed down enough to speak, "Oh, that was rich! I
should'uv gotten the camera out! Heero, man, I didn't know you could dance
that good!! HAHAHAH!!"
Heero made his decision and dove for the braided boy, "OMAE O KOROSU!!"
Quatre glared, "Duo, that wasn't funny!"
"Kisama, Barton, watch where you aim!" Wufei snarled as he rubbed his head.
Duo grabbed his cobalt eyed friend, dragging him to the door, "Sorry, we gotta
go! Chow!" Before anyone could go after them, they exited the safehouse.
--*--
Heero glared at Duo for the umth time, "Duo-"
"Okay, okay, kill me later, we got shopping to do!" The American whistled a
tune as he walked towards the mall. Heero was behind him, arms crossed
with an annoyed look on his face.
Duo stopped, turning to his comrade at arms, "Am I really that much of a
bother?"
"... not always." Heero replied, not stopping in his stride.
A beam of hope entered Duo's eyes, "So you like having me around, ne?"
"... don't push your luck."
"Aw, c'mon, you like me and you know it!"
"... yamero." [1]
Duo snickered, "If you quit being all serious all the time, ya might actually have
more friends!"
"Hn." Was all Heero said.
Duo walked in silence beside him for a few minutes, then sighed, "Geez, can you
at least say something!? It's like I'm talkin' to myself here!"
"I'd think you'd get too many stupid answers." Heero answered with a smirk.
"Oh, /that/ hurt." The braided boy grumbled. "Aah, I'd probably have a better
conversation with a brick wall!"
Heero paused, looking at Duo, "There's one right over there. Try." Then
continued walking towards the mall.
Duo glared, "You're impossible." More silence followed, then Duo threw his
hands to the sky, "WELL SAY SOMETHING!!"
"... why are we going to the mall?"
Maxwell smiled, "To get clothes." The two stopped at a red light, waiting for the
walk sign to flash.
"I have clothes." The Wing pilot retorted.
Duo rolled his eyes, "I mean more than tanks and spandex." He paused, then
looked curiously at the blue eyes, "Why /do/ you wear spandex?"
"Why do you dress as a priest?" Heero asked.
Duo glared, then walked on. "Jerk."
"He-ero!!" A familiar woman's voice rang out over the crowd. Both pilots froze,
then Duo slumped as Heero glared at nothing in particular. Relena grabbed
Heero's arm, smiling, "I found you!"
Heero rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Yes... yes, I see that."
Duo turned to the sky, :One day. That's all I ask, one day with Heero. I
actually get him past the 10 words per day stage, and /she/ shows up! Is
there no mercy in this world?! Why here, why now!?:
"-and it took me forever to get away from the guards, but I was so happy to see
you again when I saw you walking past! Oh, Heero, I've missed you so much!"
Duo was about to make a snide remark when Heero turned, grabbing Relena's
shoulder, "Relena... you shouldn't be here. Me and Duo are on a mission at the
moment and if you cause attention to us, it could be messy."
Her face dawned with realization, "Oh... I'm sorry. Maybe I should hide until
your missions over with and then you can walk me home. Just to be safe."
"No, Relena, I think you should go straight home right now. This mission is
pretty long and I need no distractions. And don't worry, I got Duo to back me
up."
Relena smiled, "Okay, I'll see you again!" Then she disappeared back into traffic.
Duo smiled, "Sa-ay, not bad!"
Heero walked next to Duo, "Let's just get this over with."
Duo turned his gaze back up to the sky, :Thank you... thank you... thank you!:
--*--
Footnotes: [1]= For those who don't know (though I'm sure everyone does) yamero means enough.
Author's Note: Well, that's all I have right now, but I'm not sure if I want to
continue it. Tell me what you think since this is the first GW fic I'm actually
thinking of finishing for the first time. And one more thing, I probably will re-
write these since I just kinda rushed through it. Jai jian,
DC/Kura Okamiko
Author: DC James [abyssinian_fujimiya@yahoo.com]
Complaints and Comments are welcomed.
----------
Ice Part 1
A Dakotas of Lyoness Production starring the Gundam Wing Boys.
Came from a dream, cause is lack of sleep. -_-'
Paring: 1x2, 3x4 (Ain't this common?)
----------
All rights and privileges to Gundam Wing belong to Sotsu Agency, Sunrise,
ANB, and associated parties. The characters of their series are used without
their permission for the purpose of entertainment only. This work of fiction is
not meant for sale or profit.
WARNING: This is a yaoi fic, meaning male/male relationships. If you are not
comfortable reading yaoi, please click the back button on your browser. I cannot strain
to you enough how irritating it is when people who do not like yaoi read yaoi fics just to
flame the author. You do not have to read this, you have your right of will. If you are
comfortable with yaoi, the please read on.
----------
Text:
::= Thoughts
**= Actions
//= Exaggerating words.
----------
Duo bounded down the stairs into the main room where the other pilots were
relaxing. It was the first time in a while when they had a weekend free of missions. Duo
had a plan, that involved Heero and a trip to the mall. He didn't mind seeing the Japanese
in biker shorts and muscle shirts, but after a couple of months of seeing the same outfit, it
started to get questionable.
Wufei was sitting on the couch, sharpening his sword and gave Duo a short
glance. Duo waved to him, seating himself across from the Chinese pilot. He just had to
see if he could get a paragraph from Wufei, "Naa, Wu-man! What's happening?"
"Go bother someone else, Maxwell, I'm busy."
Duo snorted softly, standing up, "Yah, real busy. I think I see a smudge of a fingerprint
at the hilt."
Immediately, Wufei was examining the blade. Duo smirked, walking over to
the other three pilots. Quatre was holding four ice cubes in his hands, which
were melting at a slow rate, while watching Trowa juggle another four. Heero
was sitting at the table, reading a book, with his back turned on his comrades.
Duo crossed his arms, "Not bad."
"I do know more than just how to walk on a rope." Trowa replied.
Quatre moved his hands to try and copy his friend, "Okay... umm...." He tossed
one out of his right hand, and caught it in the other while throwing another piece
of ice. He smiled as he began to get the hang of it.
Duo's eyes glimmered with mischief, it was just a too good of an opportunity to
pass up. "Quatre, SPIDER!"
Quatre threw the ice up, grabbing Trowa, "WHERE!!"
Shinigami began laughing as the domino effect happened. Trowa lost his
concentration, and his hands threw the slippery ice cubes towards Wufei, one
making it through to his head and the others sliced apart by his sword. While
the Chinese began cussing at the HeavyArms pilot, a loud yelp diverted their
attention. Heero jumped from his chair, trying to reach his arm down his back, where the
muscle shirt was just loose enough for an ice cube to slip in.
Duo grabbed the back of a free chair, gasping for air. Heero had to finally pull
his muscle shirt from it's tuck in his shorts, and the cube fell to the tile floor with
a dull thud. Heero glared between Quatre, Trowa, and Duo, not sure who to kill
first.
The violet eyed boy finally calmed down enough to speak, "Oh, that was rich! I
should'uv gotten the camera out! Heero, man, I didn't know you could dance
that good!! HAHAHAH!!"
Heero made his decision and dove for the braided boy, "OMAE O KOROSU!!"
Quatre glared, "Duo, that wasn't funny!"
"Kisama, Barton, watch where you aim!" Wufei snarled as he rubbed his head.
Duo grabbed his cobalt eyed friend, dragging him to the door, "Sorry, we gotta
go! Chow!" Before anyone could go after them, they exited the safehouse.
--*--
Heero glared at Duo for the umth time, "Duo-"
"Okay, okay, kill me later, we got shopping to do!" The American whistled a
tune as he walked towards the mall. Heero was behind him, arms crossed
with an annoyed look on his face.
Duo stopped, turning to his comrade at arms, "Am I really that much of a
bother?"
"... not always." Heero replied, not stopping in his stride.
A beam of hope entered Duo's eyes, "So you like having me around, ne?"
"... don't push your luck."
"Aw, c'mon, you like me and you know it!"
"... yamero." [1]
Duo snickered, "If you quit being all serious all the time, ya might actually have
more friends!"
"Hn." Was all Heero said.
Duo walked in silence beside him for a few minutes, then sighed, "Geez, can you
at least say something!? It's like I'm talkin' to myself here!"
"I'd think you'd get too many stupid answers." Heero answered with a smirk.
"Oh, /that/ hurt." The braided boy grumbled. "Aah, I'd probably have a better
conversation with a brick wall!"
Heero paused, looking at Duo, "There's one right over there. Try." Then
continued walking towards the mall.
Duo glared, "You're impossible." More silence followed, then Duo threw his
hands to the sky, "WELL SAY SOMETHING!!"
"... why are we going to the mall?"
Maxwell smiled, "To get clothes." The two stopped at a red light, waiting for the
walk sign to flash.
"I have clothes." The Wing pilot retorted.
Duo rolled his eyes, "I mean more than tanks and spandex." He paused, then
looked curiously at the blue eyes, "Why /do/ you wear spandex?"
"Why do you dress as a priest?" Heero asked.
Duo glared, then walked on. "Jerk."
"He-ero!!" A familiar woman's voice rang out over the crowd. Both pilots froze,
then Duo slumped as Heero glared at nothing in particular. Relena grabbed
Heero's arm, smiling, "I found you!"
Heero rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Yes... yes, I see that."
Duo turned to the sky, :One day. That's all I ask, one day with Heero. I
actually get him past the 10 words per day stage, and /she/ shows up! Is
there no mercy in this world?! Why here, why now!?:
"-and it took me forever to get away from the guards, but I was so happy to see
you again when I saw you walking past! Oh, Heero, I've missed you so much!"
Duo was about to make a snide remark when Heero turned, grabbing Relena's
shoulder, "Relena... you shouldn't be here. Me and Duo are on a mission at the
moment and if you cause attention to us, it could be messy."
Her face dawned with realization, "Oh... I'm sorry. Maybe I should hide until
your missions over with and then you can walk me home. Just to be safe."
"No, Relena, I think you should go straight home right now. This mission is
pretty long and I need no distractions. And don't worry, I got Duo to back me
up."
Relena smiled, "Okay, I'll see you again!" Then she disappeared back into traffic.
Duo smiled, "Sa-ay, not bad!"
Heero walked next to Duo, "Let's just get this over with."
Duo turned his gaze back up to the sky, :Thank you... thank you... thank you!:
--*--
Footnotes: [1]= For those who don't know (though I'm sure everyone does) yamero means enough.
Author's Note: Well, that's all I have right now, but I'm not sure if I want to
continue it. Tell me what you think since this is the first GW fic I'm actually
thinking of finishing for the first time. And one more thing, I probably will re-
write these since I just kinda rushed through it. Jai jian,
DC/Kura Okamiko