Written on: 5/30/00
Author: DC James abyssinian_fujimiya@yahoo.com
Complaints and Comments are welcomed.
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Ice Part 2
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.
All original characters are the creation of the author. All copyright privileges to
these characters are reserved for the author.
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Text:
::= Thoughts
**= Actions
//= Exaggerating words.
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The two gundam pilots entered the crowded mall, Duo fanning himself, "Whew!
Hot today, ne?"
Heero grunted, crossing his arms. "Let's just get this over with."
Duo smiled, lightly punching Heero's arm, "Naa, you're no fun! C'mon, let's get
something to drink first!"
They looked around the food court and were finally able to get in a short line.
The braided pilot ordered their beverages, and dragged his stotic friend off to an
empty table. "So, why'd you get rid of Miss Queen of the World?"
Heero cocked an eyebrow, "You /wanted/ her to stay around?"
"Heck no! Just curious since you seem to like her." Duo mumbled off, sipping
his coke.
Heero stared (well... glared) at Duo, "What business is it of yours?"
"Shesh, fine, all right. Don't have to get all 'I'll kill you' about it." The Deathscythe
pilot snapped, closing his eyes while taking large gulps of the drink.
The two remained silent for a short eternity, which was driving Duo nuts.
:Great, finally get him away from everyone and we get in an argument.
What a great day this has started out as.:
"My mission is complete." Duo turned to Heero after hearing someone speak.
"Mission?" Duo quirped. "What mission?"
Heero closed his eyes, "I made it my mission to protect Relena since she was
promoting peace. Since she is more or less out of danger for a while, and has
her own bodyguards, my mission is complete. At least until a new threat
arises."
Duo's eyes grew large. "Wow, Heero."
"Hmm?"
"You said a complete paragraph."
SPLASH! "ARGH!! WHAT'S WITH POURING SODA ALL OVER ME!? NOW MY
CLOTHES ARE ALL STICKY! DAMMIT, HEERO, YOU JERK!"
--*--
Quatre smiled with his eyes closed as he leaned against his lover. Trowa was
sitting with his head leaning on the back of the couch, looking asleep. Wufei
had gone into the hanger to work on Nataku, so the two were enjoying the rare
peace in the safehouse.
Quatre giggled, causing Trowa to look at him, "What?"
"Nothing. Just need to get used to the quiet again."
"Mm." The Heavyarms pilot agreed.
Another few minutes passed with the only sounds being the clock and the
muffled sounds of tools being used in the hanger. Quatre's smile faded and he
opened his eyes. "Should I clean up that mess Duo made his morning in the
kitchen?"
"You already did." Trowa sighed.
Another few minutes passed. Quatre sat up, "This is driving me nuts. I'm
expecting some chaos to happen."
"I know." Trowa leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. "... we
could work on our gundams."
"Nothing to be worked on." Quatre huffed.
Trowa looked at his lover with his emerald eyes, then a smile crossed his lips.
The Winner son saw it and peered closer, "What?"
Trowa shrugged, "You look like a mother fussing over her kids."
"I do not!" Quatre retorted, putting his hands on his hips while he stood.
The pierre couldn't resist and stood also, "Yes you do."
"NOT!"
"Too."
"/NOT/!"
"Too."
Quatre opened his mouth to deny again, then saw where this was going. "I'm
not going to waste my breath arguing with you."
Trowa hugged his koi close, "That spoils all the fun."
Quatre softened in the embrace, wrapping his own arms around Trowa's waist,
"Not exactly."
As they held each other, they swayed in a rhythm to an unheard melody,
Trowa nuzzling his face in Quatre's golden mane of hair. "Why don't we go
have an encore of last night's preformance?"
"Sure." Quatre whispered back as they headed up the stairs. "Maybe later on
you can show me how to juggle again."
Trowa smirked as he closed their bedroom door, "Want me to show you what
/other/ things you can do with ice cubes?"
"TROWA!" came the embarrassed reply.
--*--
Duo walked through the mall with Heero behind him. The known Shinigami
was /not/ happy at all. The soda would come out, but not the sugar unless in
a washer. So he had to walk around the entire mall in sticky clothes and sticky
hair, since the Wing pilot had continued by putting the cup on Duo's head.
:I'll get him back for this. I'll pick him out... hawaiian shirts. Yeah. And
khaki shorts. No, worse. Grass skirts. No, worse. Thongs.: While Duo
was thinking of ways to torture his comrade, he failed to notice that Heero had
stopped in front of a window to a shop.
:Then I'll get his ears pierced. Nah, I'd be lucky to get him near a jewelers.
Then a haircut. Yeah-no. They'd go for me first. Damn, if only I could find
something cold and wet I could make him jump around this damn mall. Heheh,
with my luck he'd fall down to the first floor and survive, then try to kill me.
Geez, he's pretty quiet.: He turned around, "Naa, Heero, what's... uh..." He
blinked twice, looking around, "Heero?"
Retracing his steps, he found his comrade still staring at a display. Duo snuck
up behind the perfect soldier, and looked over his shoulder. A jewelers. :I'll
be damned.: "Oi, Heero, which one ya lookin' at?"
Heero pointed at the window, "The onyx scythe. Reminded me of you."
Duo blushed, eyes wide, :Something... reminded him of me?:
Heero continued, "The golden clown face with green eyes reminded me of
Trowa, the dragon necklace over there reminded me of Wufei, and the sand
colored teddy bear bracelet reminded me of Quatre." Heero turned around, then
turned his gaze to the floor, "Why are you on your face?"
Duo growled lowly as he recovered from his face-fault. :Baka... to him or
me? Oh, double baka to both of us.: "I saw a lucky penny."
Heero stared for a while, then continued walking, "Which store is it?"
Duo followed along, stuffing his hands into his pocket, :Definately going for the
thongs. Pink ones.: "I dunno, a good one I guess."
Heero stopped in front of a knife store. Duo grabbed the Japanese pilot by his
upper arm and dragged him down deeper into the mall. They turned into a
clothing store for teenage boys, and were greeted by a clerk.
"Hello, how may I help you today?"
"We're just'a browsin' 'round!" Duo smiled brightly, pulling Heero in. "All right,
Heero, here's the deal. No tanks and no spandex. Deal?"
"Hn."
"I'll take that as an agreement." Duo began looking at different clothings. He
pulled out a honey brown v-neck shirt with long sleeves, holding it up under
Heero's chin, "Hmm... a maybe."
Heero looked at it, then glared, "No."
"Why not?"
The Wing pilot wordlessly pointed at a tv with the news on. The announcer
spoke, "And today new temperatures reached a scortching 112 degrees and are
going to rise as the summer continues." Duo glared, then continued looking
through the clothes.
--*--
Author's note: Well, here's part 2. *looks it over* ... Probably might have to fix
some things, but I'm not good at editing my own stuff. Well, been working on it
since 5:30 am and it is now... 7:36 am. Gonna leave it as it is for now and in
the next part... *dramatic drumroll* What did Duo find for Heero to wear? What
interesting and kinky things did Trowa teach Quatre? When the hell where Wufei
get his own piece of the upcoming parts? Is Relena out of this fic for good?
And will OZ attack!? Find out next time on... ICE! (only doing this for fun, so ignore
the cliché and pathetic propaganda) Jai jian,
DC/Kura Okamiko
Author: DC James abyssinian_fujimiya@yahoo.com
Complaints and Comments are welcomed.
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Ice Part 2
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.
All original characters are the creation of the author. All copyright privileges to
these characters are reserved for the author.
----------
Text:
::= Thoughts
**= Actions
//= Exaggerating words.
----------
The two gundam pilots entered the crowded mall, Duo fanning himself, "Whew!
Hot today, ne?"
Heero grunted, crossing his arms. "Let's just get this over with."
Duo smiled, lightly punching Heero's arm, "Naa, you're no fun! C'mon, let's get
something to drink first!"
They looked around the food court and were finally able to get in a short line.
The braided pilot ordered their beverages, and dragged his stotic friend off to an
empty table. "So, why'd you get rid of Miss Queen of the World?"
Heero cocked an eyebrow, "You /wanted/ her to stay around?"
"Heck no! Just curious since you seem to like her." Duo mumbled off, sipping
his coke.
Heero stared (well... glared) at Duo, "What business is it of yours?"
"Shesh, fine, all right. Don't have to get all 'I'll kill you' about it." The Deathscythe
pilot snapped, closing his eyes while taking large gulps of the drink.
The two remained silent for a short eternity, which was driving Duo nuts.
:Great, finally get him away from everyone and we get in an argument.
What a great day this has started out as.:
"My mission is complete." Duo turned to Heero after hearing someone speak.
"Mission?" Duo quirped. "What mission?"
Heero closed his eyes, "I made it my mission to protect Relena since she was
promoting peace. Since she is more or less out of danger for a while, and has
her own bodyguards, my mission is complete. At least until a new threat
arises."
Duo's eyes grew large. "Wow, Heero."
"Hmm?"
"You said a complete paragraph."
SPLASH! "ARGH!! WHAT'S WITH POURING SODA ALL OVER ME!? NOW MY
CLOTHES ARE ALL STICKY! DAMMIT, HEERO, YOU JERK!"
--*--
Quatre smiled with his eyes closed as he leaned against his lover. Trowa was
sitting with his head leaning on the back of the couch, looking asleep. Wufei
had gone into the hanger to work on Nataku, so the two were enjoying the rare
peace in the safehouse.
Quatre giggled, causing Trowa to look at him, "What?"
"Nothing. Just need to get used to the quiet again."
"Mm." The Heavyarms pilot agreed.
Another few minutes passed with the only sounds being the clock and the
muffled sounds of tools being used in the hanger. Quatre's smile faded and he
opened his eyes. "Should I clean up that mess Duo made his morning in the
kitchen?"
"You already did." Trowa sighed.
Another few minutes passed. Quatre sat up, "This is driving me nuts. I'm
expecting some chaos to happen."
"I know." Trowa leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. "... we
could work on our gundams."
"Nothing to be worked on." Quatre huffed.
Trowa looked at his lover with his emerald eyes, then a smile crossed his lips.
The Winner son saw it and peered closer, "What?"
Trowa shrugged, "You look like a mother fussing over her kids."
"I do not!" Quatre retorted, putting his hands on his hips while he stood.
The pierre couldn't resist and stood also, "Yes you do."
"NOT!"
"Too."
"/NOT/!"
"Too."
Quatre opened his mouth to deny again, then saw where this was going. "I'm
not going to waste my breath arguing with you."
Trowa hugged his koi close, "That spoils all the fun."
Quatre softened in the embrace, wrapping his own arms around Trowa's waist,
"Not exactly."
As they held each other, they swayed in a rhythm to an unheard melody,
Trowa nuzzling his face in Quatre's golden mane of hair. "Why don't we go
have an encore of last night's preformance?"
"Sure." Quatre whispered back as they headed up the stairs. "Maybe later on
you can show me how to juggle again."
Trowa smirked as he closed their bedroom door, "Want me to show you what
/other/ things you can do with ice cubes?"
"TROWA!" came the embarrassed reply.
--*--
Duo walked through the mall with Heero behind him. The known Shinigami
was /not/ happy at all. The soda would come out, but not the sugar unless in
a washer. So he had to walk around the entire mall in sticky clothes and sticky
hair, since the Wing pilot had continued by putting the cup on Duo's head.
:I'll get him back for this. I'll pick him out... hawaiian shirts. Yeah. And
khaki shorts. No, worse. Grass skirts. No, worse. Thongs.: While Duo
was thinking of ways to torture his comrade, he failed to notice that Heero had
stopped in front of a window to a shop.
:Then I'll get his ears pierced. Nah, I'd be lucky to get him near a jewelers.
Then a haircut. Yeah-no. They'd go for me first. Damn, if only I could find
something cold and wet I could make him jump around this damn mall. Heheh,
with my luck he'd fall down to the first floor and survive, then try to kill me.
Geez, he's pretty quiet.: He turned around, "Naa, Heero, what's... uh..." He
blinked twice, looking around, "Heero?"
Retracing his steps, he found his comrade still staring at a display. Duo snuck
up behind the perfect soldier, and looked over his shoulder. A jewelers. :I'll
be damned.: "Oi, Heero, which one ya lookin' at?"
Heero pointed at the window, "The onyx scythe. Reminded me of you."
Duo blushed, eyes wide, :Something... reminded him of me?:
Heero continued, "The golden clown face with green eyes reminded me of
Trowa, the dragon necklace over there reminded me of Wufei, and the sand
colored teddy bear bracelet reminded me of Quatre." Heero turned around, then
turned his gaze to the floor, "Why are you on your face?"
Duo growled lowly as he recovered from his face-fault. :Baka... to him or
me? Oh, double baka to both of us.: "I saw a lucky penny."
Heero stared for a while, then continued walking, "Which store is it?"
Duo followed along, stuffing his hands into his pocket, :Definately going for the
thongs. Pink ones.: "I dunno, a good one I guess."
Heero stopped in front of a knife store. Duo grabbed the Japanese pilot by his
upper arm and dragged him down deeper into the mall. They turned into a
clothing store for teenage boys, and were greeted by a clerk.
"Hello, how may I help you today?"
"We're just'a browsin' 'round!" Duo smiled brightly, pulling Heero in. "All right,
Heero, here's the deal. No tanks and no spandex. Deal?"
"Hn."
"I'll take that as an agreement." Duo began looking at different clothings. He
pulled out a honey brown v-neck shirt with long sleeves, holding it up under
Heero's chin, "Hmm... a maybe."
Heero looked at it, then glared, "No."
"Why not?"
The Wing pilot wordlessly pointed at a tv with the news on. The announcer
spoke, "And today new temperatures reached a scortching 112 degrees and are
going to rise as the summer continues." Duo glared, then continued looking
through the clothes.
--*--
Author's note: Well, here's part 2. *looks it over* ... Probably might have to fix
some things, but I'm not good at editing my own stuff. Well, been working on it
since 5:30 am and it is now... 7:36 am. Gonna leave it as it is for now and in
the next part... *dramatic drumroll* What did Duo find for Heero to wear? What
interesting and kinky things did Trowa teach Quatre? When the hell where Wufei
get his own piece of the upcoming parts? Is Relena out of this fic for good?
And will OZ attack!? Find out next time on... ICE! (only doing this for fun, so ignore
the cliché and pathetic propaganda) Jai jian,
DC/Kura Okamiko