Too Much Coffee At One In The Morning
by Miaka Kennyuuki
Disclaimer: Look, I don't own Shin Kodousenki Gundam Wing, I never will, and I'll never, ever get the chance to fulfill my life long dream off having every single Gundam pilot (including Zechs and Treize) chained to my bed, naked and at my mercy. I've had to get the fuck over it, so don't sue me. I'm unstable enough as it is. Besides, have you ever tried to sue an unstable broke person? It's a bitch, and takes a helluva lot of paper work...
Pairings: I only write one kind!
Warnings: Eheh...maybe later...
Rating: Pg-14 ( rated against incredibly stupid people and my little brother, who's incredibly stupid.)
Contains: Romance/Drama , Alternate Universe, shounen ai
Chapter One: Trial by Coffee
Heero Yuy executive director of Winner/Chang Productions, smoothed his suit jacket as he stood in the elevator of the main building. In one hand he held his briefcase, important contracts for the new movie inside. In the other hand he held a cup of decaffinated coffee, with just the right amount of cream so he wouldn't retch when he saw it.
He was heading downstairs to the main street of Tokyo, to take the subway to Yorokonde, a five star club/restaurant where he was to meet a new client. He was an amateur actor with amazingly good credentials for the part.
The elevator stopped, and Heero entered the first floor lobby. He ignored the various greetings he received from the staff. They didn't mind. They were used to him being cold and distant. "They" being everyone but the new secretary, Relena Darlian.
"Yuy-sempai!" Relena cried in her high, banshee-like voice. "Yuy-sempai, I must speak to you!" She ran up to him in her love struck puppy-dog way. All the females in the room groaned, sending sympathetic looks Heero's way. They already knew he didn't date, and felt sorry that he had to endure Relena every morning. But then again, so did they.
Acknowledging their sympathy, Heero uncharacteristically sent each woman, Relena not included, small smiles. They smiled back, unusually perked up by Heero's unaccustomed attention. Of course, Relena immediately thought all the smiles were for her. She grinned infatuatedly back. Heero just continued toward the exit, blocking her out.
"Yuy-sempai, I wanted to discuss with you our date!" Relena said loudly. Several women gasped. Heero stopped.
"What date?" he asked, looking at her curiously.
"Why, the date you said we'd have! You gave me your phone number and email address, and I already have your address, so it's obviously a date!" Relena cried, smiling.
Heero gave a long suffering sigh. 'How could someone be so incredibly dense?' he wondered. "I gave my number and email address to every other secretary in this building, and no one's ever thought I meant I wanted a date," Heero said, smiling at a particular secretary. Said secretary, Patricia Armond, blushed. She had called him the day he gave her the number, and was beyond embarassed when he explained his reason, which all the secretaries knew. They ended up becoming good friends.
"Don't you? Why else would you give such a beautiful girl your number?" Relena asked.
"I always do, so they can contact me if something goes wrong. But I guess someone of your mental capacity wouldn't bother to figure that out," Heero said. Then he frowned. "And how the hell did you get my address?"
Relena looked putelent. "Well, I went into your office--"
Heero put a hand up. Relena froze. Heero pulled his cell out of his pocket after setting down his briefcase, and dialed his secretaries number. He waited as the phone rang.
// Hello? //
"Trowa? Are you asleep?" Heero asked. It was his secretaries day off, and Trowa Barton was at home.
// Yuy-kun? No sir, not anymore. //
"Am I interrupting something?" Heero asked. There was a crash in the background, and a struggle for the phone.
// Koi! Don't...but... // Silence.
// Yuy-kun? //
Heero raised an eyebrow at the soft voice. It sounded suspiciously like..."Quatre-sama!" he cried, surprised.
// Hai? //
"What are you doing at my secretaries house? And did he just call you--"
// Where are you Heero-kun? //
"In the lobby of the building, but why--"
// Then say no more. Yes, I have a relationship with Trowa, but I don't want it all over W/C Productions by tomorrow. //
"Hai, Quatre-sama," Heero said.
// Now, what did you need? //
"I need my secretary," Heero said sarcastically. Quatre chuckled at the inneudo in Heero's words.
// All right, Yuy-kun...//
// Yuy-kun? Gomen nasai. I meant to tell you but--//
"Do demo ii, Trowa-kun. I need you to do something for me," Heero said.
// Hai?//
"I want new locks on my office door, a security guard stationed on the floor of my office, and Relena Darlian banned from the executive branches of the building, unless it's her boss," Heero said, ticking the things off in his head.
// Anything else? // Trowa sounded sarcastic.
"Hai. I need you to find me a new apartment. I fear I have a stalker," Heero whispered, lowering his voice so Relena couldn't hear, though it was doubtful she would understand anyways. "Onegai, Trowa. This is really important."
// Hai, Yuy-kun. It'll all be done by tomorrow. Next week at the latest. //
"Arigato. Expect a huge raise," Heero said. He hung up his phone, slipped it back into his suit, and grabbed his briefcase. He turned to Relena. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for an interview with a new client. Sayonara." Heero began heading for the door, giving a quick wave to the other secretaries. Of course, Relena took that the wrong way too.
"I understand, Yuy-sempai! You don't want it to seem like you're dating me, ne? That's okay. See you later!" Relena cried. She smiled then floated obliviously to her desk, like an empty cloud.
Heero sighed and left, heading for the subway. He boarded it and moved two cars down, searching for a seat. Not finding one, he stood near a pair of doors, slowly sipping his coffee. Like any corporate personage, he knew that drinking coffee on the subway wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do. But Heero Yuy possessed an inhuman amount of luck. That's why what happened next totally surprised him.
The subway stopped, and a beautiful teenage boy with a long rope of chestnut brown, thigh length hair neatly braided and large, pretty cobalt blue eyes stepped on. The teen carried a large cup of something dark, and a bundle of cloth in his other hand. The cloth was trailing on the floor. The subway moved, and the teen lurched forward. He probably would have been fine, if it wasn't for the trailing cloth. The teen tripped on it, throwing himself at Heero. He dropped his bundle and grabbed a pole, forcing himself to remain upright. Unfortunately, the abrupt change in momentum caused whatever was in the cup to fly out. All over Heero.
It was coffee. Caffinated coffee.
Disclaimer: Look, I don't own Shin Kodousenki Gundam Wing, I never will, and I'll never, ever get the chance to fulfill my life long dream off having every single Gundam pilot (including Zechs and Treize) chained to my bed, naked and at my mercy. I've had to get the fuck over it, so don't sue me. I'm unstable enough as it is. Besides, have you ever tried to sue an unstable broke person? It's a bitch, and takes a helluva lot of paper work...
Pairings: I only write one kind!
Warnings: Eheh...maybe later...
Rating: Pg-14 ( rated against incredibly stupid people and my little brother, who's incredibly stupid.)
Contains: Romance/Drama , Alternate Universe, shounen ai
Chapter One: Trial by Coffee
Heero Yuy executive director of Winner/Chang Productions, smoothed his suit jacket as he stood in the elevator of the main building. In one hand he held his briefcase, important contracts for the new movie inside. In the other hand he held a cup of decaffinated coffee, with just the right amount of cream so he wouldn't retch when he saw it.
He was heading downstairs to the main street of Tokyo, to take the subway to Yorokonde, a five star club/restaurant where he was to meet a new client. He was an amateur actor with amazingly good credentials for the part.
The elevator stopped, and Heero entered the first floor lobby. He ignored the various greetings he received from the staff. They didn't mind. They were used to him being cold and distant. "They" being everyone but the new secretary, Relena Darlian.
"Yuy-sempai!" Relena cried in her high, banshee-like voice. "Yuy-sempai, I must speak to you!" She ran up to him in her love struck puppy-dog way. All the females in the room groaned, sending sympathetic looks Heero's way. They already knew he didn't date, and felt sorry that he had to endure Relena every morning. But then again, so did they.
Acknowledging their sympathy, Heero uncharacteristically sent each woman, Relena not included, small smiles. They smiled back, unusually perked up by Heero's unaccustomed attention. Of course, Relena immediately thought all the smiles were for her. She grinned infatuatedly back. Heero just continued toward the exit, blocking her out.
"Yuy-sempai, I wanted to discuss with you our date!" Relena said loudly. Several women gasped. Heero stopped.
"What date?" he asked, looking at her curiously.
"Why, the date you said we'd have! You gave me your phone number and email address, and I already have your address, so it's obviously a date!" Relena cried, smiling.
Heero gave a long suffering sigh. 'How could someone be so incredibly dense?' he wondered. "I gave my number and email address to every other secretary in this building, and no one's ever thought I meant I wanted a date," Heero said, smiling at a particular secretary. Said secretary, Patricia Armond, blushed. She had called him the day he gave her the number, and was beyond embarassed when he explained his reason, which all the secretaries knew. They ended up becoming good friends.
"Don't you? Why else would you give such a beautiful girl your number?" Relena asked.
"I always do, so they can contact me if something goes wrong. But I guess someone of your mental capacity wouldn't bother to figure that out," Heero said. Then he frowned. "And how the hell did you get my address?"
Relena looked putelent. "Well, I went into your office--"
Heero put a hand up. Relena froze. Heero pulled his cell out of his pocket after setting down his briefcase, and dialed his secretaries number. He waited as the phone rang.
// Hello? //
"Trowa? Are you asleep?" Heero asked. It was his secretaries day off, and Trowa Barton was at home.
// Yuy-kun? No sir, not anymore. //
"Am I interrupting something?" Heero asked. There was a crash in the background, and a struggle for the phone.
// Koi! Don't...but... // Silence.
// Yuy-kun? //
Heero raised an eyebrow at the soft voice. It sounded suspiciously like..."Quatre-sama!" he cried, surprised.
// Hai? //
"What are you doing at my secretaries house? And did he just call you--"
// Where are you Heero-kun? //
"In the lobby of the building, but why--"
// Then say no more. Yes, I have a relationship with Trowa, but I don't want it all over W/C Productions by tomorrow. //
"Hai, Quatre-sama," Heero said.
// Now, what did you need? //
"I need my secretary," Heero said sarcastically. Quatre chuckled at the inneudo in Heero's words.
// All right, Yuy-kun...//
// Yuy-kun? Gomen nasai. I meant to tell you but--//
"Do demo ii, Trowa-kun. I need you to do something for me," Heero said.
// Hai?//
"I want new locks on my office door, a security guard stationed on the floor of my office, and Relena Darlian banned from the executive branches of the building, unless it's her boss," Heero said, ticking the things off in his head.
// Anything else? // Trowa sounded sarcastic.
"Hai. I need you to find me a new apartment. I fear I have a stalker," Heero whispered, lowering his voice so Relena couldn't hear, though it was doubtful she would understand anyways. "Onegai, Trowa. This is really important."
// Hai, Yuy-kun. It'll all be done by tomorrow. Next week at the latest. //
"Arigato. Expect a huge raise," Heero said. He hung up his phone, slipped it back into his suit, and grabbed his briefcase. He turned to Relena. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for an interview with a new client. Sayonara." Heero began heading for the door, giving a quick wave to the other secretaries. Of course, Relena took that the wrong way too.
"I understand, Yuy-sempai! You don't want it to seem like you're dating me, ne? That's okay. See you later!" Relena cried. She smiled then floated obliviously to her desk, like an empty cloud.
Heero sighed and left, heading for the subway. He boarded it and moved two cars down, searching for a seat. Not finding one, he stood near a pair of doors, slowly sipping his coffee. Like any corporate personage, he knew that drinking coffee on the subway wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do. But Heero Yuy possessed an inhuman amount of luck. That's why what happened next totally surprised him.
The subway stopped, and a beautiful teenage boy with a long rope of chestnut brown, thigh length hair neatly braided and large, pretty cobalt blue eyes stepped on. The teen carried a large cup of something dark, and a bundle of cloth in his other hand. The cloth was trailing on the floor. The subway moved, and the teen lurched forward. He probably would have been fine, if it wasn't for the trailing cloth. The teen tripped on it, throwing himself at Heero. He dropped his bundle and grabbed a pole, forcing himself to remain upright. Unfortunately, the abrupt change in momentum caused whatever was in the cup to fly out. All over Heero.
It was coffee. Caffinated coffee.