Untamed, Untouchable
Part Three: un.floored
Disclaimer: ::sighs:: people, how many times must we go over this. Samsara=dope. Gundam Wing= Owned by Smart Cookies, therefore Samsara does not own Gundam Wing. The lyrics belong to Double Negative. Now that I've covered my ass once more, we can go on with the story.
Both Heero and Wufei blinked furiously as the train doors opened into the lofty train station. People shoved past the pair, hustling around the vendors and homeless children, young women flocking to the make-up stands and rushing through the stationary stores and scarf shops, even if they could not afford buy them. Heero and Wufei managed to push through the heavily packed crowd and still stay together. Eventually they reached the outer part of the French Train Station, where the crowds dispersed through the different exits or to vendors. Wufei and Heero stopped at a bench to recollect things before leaving.
"Ya know, I haven't been to France since the War ended. Seems like such a long time, but nothing's changed much. Still looks like post-war France. Everybody's just trying to pick up from where they left off," Wufei explained to his silent companion. During the trip from Germany to France, neither had spoken much to one another. Wufei had his nose stuck in a book and Heero simply gazed out the window, often tapping the glass and outlining the countryside with his fingers.
"We have to get to the city of Boulogne before we can board the train that will take us under the English Channel and into Hastings. Boulogne is almost 252 miles away Wufei. How are we going to get there in time to make the train?" Heero queried, glancing up from the map he was reading.
"Good question. Since it's late afternoon, I'd suggest getting a hotel room for the night and moving on first thing in the morning. We may have to hitchhike there I'm afraid," Wufei said matter-of-factly, his grin twisting into a slight scowl.
"Hitchhiking can be dangerous, you know. And many of the French citizens aren't so happy to take total strangers into their cars. If this were England, it would be different, almost... people these days..." the Chinese man muttered to himself.
After deciding on a hotel, the two men walked out through the main exit and onto the road. Cars filtered through the roads, taxis, buses and cars honking and screaming at one another. The buildings were mostly made of stone, and were old looking but somehow each held a modern touch. Sidewalk cafes were packed with people, both regulars and tourists.
They both got into the queue for the taxis, and waited patiently for the next driver to show up. When he did arrive, both climbed into the back.
"Ou est-ce que nous allons?" the man asked, directing it to Wufei. The Chinese man muttered a few curses under his breath.
"uh... Nous allons.... dammit, uh... a la... crap... ummm.... "
"A la crap?!" the taxi driver sniggered.
"Non... erm... nous allons a la laver, wait that's the word for wash, no it's for walking... awwww shhitt!"
" C'est tres stupide. Je n'aime pas des americanes." The taxi driver threw his hands up in the air and slammed them down against the dashboard.
"Nous voulons aller la rue de Garates, s'il vous plait,et, je n'aime pas des americanes aussi," Heero stuck his head through the partitioning and replied smoothly, perfect accent and all. The dumbstruck driver nodded before rolling his head back into a horse full-throttle laugh, and pulled the car out into the busy avenue. Heero and the cab driver were soon engaged in a vigorous conversation, leaving Wufei to mutter while peering out the window.
"I didn't know you spoke French," Wufei demanded hoarsely. He looked quite embarrassed, and was bright red.
"Yea, along with German, English, Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, Italian, Greek, Swahili, Dutch, Polish, Russian and I guarantee you many more. How else do you think I can speak to you?" Heero informed him stiffly, folding his arms over a well-sculpted chest and grinning wolfishly.
Wufei remained silent and continued to peer out the window as both Heero and the driver laughed at his silence.
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It took only a half hour to reach the destination, which was a lovely little bed and breakfast which had been hidden away in between two large buildings and behind three huge gardens. Wufei and Heero checked into the b&b, and then settled in. Their room was quite spacious and bright colored. The walls were a nice, neutral olive green and the ceiling was white. There were two beds, one which sat next to the window and the other on the other side of the door to the terraces. The bathroom was big and contained fluffy yellow towels and there was even a small rubber ducky. Other than that, the traditional place had a television and some gorgeous blowup paintings of dandelions. After moseying about the room for a bit, Wufei left to go down and visit the rest of the bed and breakfast. Heero left after awhile, to take a walk down in the gardens.
The gardens were empty around 5 p.m. when most people were out eating. There were occasional passersby, but it was nearly empty. Heero strolled around the fountains and statues before burying himself to the nose in a patch of irises. He sat there, just gazing at the flowers and the surroundings. Finally, he reached into his backpack and withdrew a book of empty painting paper.
Ever so slowly, acrylic paint fluttered in dashed movement across the pages, forming iris after iris. The colors were sometimes dull and wintry, but others sat on the page bright and proud. Every so often Heero would either wipe his paintbrush on an empty piece of paper or suck on it to change colors. His session ended however, when a familiar black haired Chinese dude with a sword came strolling through the area he was in, calling his name.
"Heero?"
Carefully, Heero packed away the paints and stowed the paintings back into the book and into his pack. He never felt like sharing his paintings with anyone. He didn't want people to see them. When he had locked himself away in his room, he'd always paint the view from the window, or his room. He had done millions of those paintings, and all of them were stowed away in his pack. Most of them portrayed his feelings, as any other artist's work, but Heero didn't need people sticking their noses in his feelings. Besides, the drawings weren't that good, were they?
"I'm here,"
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When the morning came, pale blue light crept in through the lace curtains and across Heero's curled up body. The pair had nearly gone straight to bed after dinner, both exhausted from the train ride. They had gone from Germany to France all in one trip, and had had a two-hour delay halfway. By the time Heero had awoken, the faint touches of dawn were spreading across France. Silently, as to not disturb his new friend, Heero got up, dressed and left a not to tell Wufei he was going for a walk and would be back by 6 am.
Few people were on the streets at that hour, but some were hurrying along in cars. The pale light also brought a December snowfall. Small specks of white soon filled the sky, and then it began to come down quickly, covering Heero's hair and clothes. The 18 year old continued to walk on, gathering his jacket around his lithe frame. The trees were swooping low, nearly touching the ground from the weight of the snow. Heero's journey took him down a new road, one that was unpaved. The snow filled branches covered the ground below them, and the thorny bushes that lay at their dying feet. His travel stopped however, at the middle of the road, looking over a particular bush.
The bush was blossoming with violet and blue irises, which was the strangest thing about the bush. Irises don't grow on bushes, and most certainly not in the wintertime. Heero took his time in crouching down, and carefully fingering the flowers. The helpless petals nearly clung to his hand for warmth, and the colors began to slowly seep into his palm. Within minutes, Heero had collapsed into a deep sleep beneath the iris bush.
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By 6:45, Wufei had left the hotel room in search of Heero. The boy had disappeared before he had awoken, and he hadn't returned, even though it was 45 minutes after he said he would be back. The hotel was just starting to come alive, with patrons climbing out of bed and leaving the sweet comfort of the rooms, to travel down the fridiged hallways into the breakfast room. Pale blue light streamed in through the wide windows in the breakfast room, and enlightened the tables filled with crystal and high- class dinnerware. The bar lay empty, but already a bartender was wiped down the counter and preparing for the day. Two people already sat at the breakfast room, at a table right next to the main window.
The smaller boy had pale blonde hair and gleaming blue eyes. His quiet laugh shook the room, as his companion, a tall brunette with mysterious green eyes and a curious bang that covered his right eye. Both were dressed casually and their presence made you feel comfortable, like you had all the time in the world to do anything that pleased you.
Wufei glanced around the breakfast area, not even acknowledging mentally there were patrons there.
"Excuse me, sir. Have you see a tall, brunette, with blue eyes wearing black pants and a blue shirt come through," Wufei asked slowly. Luckily for him, the staff at the hotel spoke in English, as well as German. The bartender shook his head, and then returned to his work. Discouraged, Wufei swore and sighed heavily. A quiet chuckle from a table drew Wufei up sharply.
"What's so funny?" Wufei asked suspiciously, turning around slowly. He gaped at what he saw.
"Trowa, Quatre? What the hell are you guys doing here in France? I thought you were working on the new peace deal with the Russians?" Wufei asked, smiling happily. The three of them had all been soldiers in Poland, fighting undercover everyday to save people's lives.
"Silly, we're here on honey moon! Our plane got cancelled to the Bahamas, so we're stuck here until Friday. How are you holding up? Last we heard, you were hopping trains," Quatre explained, his face brightening, and showing his longtime friend a wedding ring.
"MARRIED? YOU TWO!? I KNEW IT!! Congratulations, both of you. That's really something... but... How did this happen? Last I knew of you two was you were teasing each other endlessly and neither of you had the BALLS to tell each other. Who was the Einstein that set you up? Yeah, I was hopping trains, but I just stopped that a day ago. There was a weakling of a boy I met on the train who obviously needed my protection, so I shall accompany him to England. But I can't find him. He said he'd be back by 6, but he's not here," Wufei told them, sighing once again.
" I'm sure this 'weakling-of-a-boy'
"Why don't we come to help you look?" Trowa suggested lightly. Wufei looked up at him, half surprised, before smiling again. Maybe this would be like the old days.
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"Princess Relena, look the prophesy has come true! I never should have doubted you, my lady!" the low growl praised the younger leader as they stepped onto the rugged pathway. The tree were crowned with snow, and the ground lay untouched as it was protected by the trees. The group of bodyguards and the princess made their way over to the collapsed body, which lay directly underneath the Bush of Undying Promise.
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Wufei, Trowa and Quatre were just about to leave, after paying for the breakfast, when the television caught their attention.
"Yes, everyone, It is confirmed that the Prince of the Stars has finally arrived! The longtime prophesy that a young prince would be found at the bottom of the bush of Undying Promise has indeed come true. The prophesy proclaimed that today, on winter's dawn, a young prince with brown hair and blue eyes would be discovered sleeping at the bush. The boy has been taken into the palace of the Royal Princess Relena, Lady of France, whom he is destined to marry. This new prince will soon marry and take the kingship over us all. Every inch of France is now rejoicing. In other news, Jimmy the Flying Penguin was spotted last night at a Rainbow Boys concert break dancing..." the announcer said dully.
All three of the men looked at the Lady of France in disgust, each hating this tradition. The tradition took a poor bloke who fell asleep from the poison the iris bush gave off, and took him away to be a prince without even asking his permission.
"That poor, poor soul," Trowa muttered darkly.
"How can they just do that to him?" Quatre said tearfully, shrugging into his lover's embrace.
" How pathetic,"
A picture of a girl, wearing a long white, shoulder-less gown, a sparkling diamond tiara and a cross on a silver chain came onto the screen. The Lady of France, Princess Relena smiled happily, her shallow face matching her personality. Wufei sneered at the picture, but his heart stopped at the next picture. It was a picture of the new prince, who was being dragged into a bright, pink limo. It was Heero.
"Oh shiiiitttt..."
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If you're confused about the choosing prince thingy, please email me!
review? pweese?
Part Three: un.floored
Disclaimer: ::sighs:: people, how many times must we go over this. Samsara=dope. Gundam Wing= Owned by Smart Cookies, therefore Samsara does not own Gundam Wing. The lyrics belong to Double Negative. Now that I've covered my ass once more, we can go on with the story.
Both Heero and Wufei blinked furiously as the train doors opened into the lofty train station. People shoved past the pair, hustling around the vendors and homeless children, young women flocking to the make-up stands and rushing through the stationary stores and scarf shops, even if they could not afford buy them. Heero and Wufei managed to push through the heavily packed crowd and still stay together. Eventually they reached the outer part of the French Train Station, where the crowds dispersed through the different exits or to vendors. Wufei and Heero stopped at a bench to recollect things before leaving.
"Ya know, I haven't been to France since the War ended. Seems like such a long time, but nothing's changed much. Still looks like post-war France. Everybody's just trying to pick up from where they left off," Wufei explained to his silent companion. During the trip from Germany to France, neither had spoken much to one another. Wufei had his nose stuck in a book and Heero simply gazed out the window, often tapping the glass and outlining the countryside with his fingers.
"We have to get to the city of Boulogne before we can board the train that will take us under the English Channel and into Hastings. Boulogne is almost 252 miles away Wufei. How are we going to get there in time to make the train?" Heero queried, glancing up from the map he was reading.
"Good question. Since it's late afternoon, I'd suggest getting a hotel room for the night and moving on first thing in the morning. We may have to hitchhike there I'm afraid," Wufei said matter-of-factly, his grin twisting into a slight scowl.
"Hitchhiking can be dangerous, you know. And many of the French citizens aren't so happy to take total strangers into their cars. If this were England, it would be different, almost... people these days..." the Chinese man muttered to himself.
After deciding on a hotel, the two men walked out through the main exit and onto the road. Cars filtered through the roads, taxis, buses and cars honking and screaming at one another. The buildings were mostly made of stone, and were old looking but somehow each held a modern touch. Sidewalk cafes were packed with people, both regulars and tourists.
They both got into the queue for the taxis, and waited patiently for the next driver to show up. When he did arrive, both climbed into the back.
"Ou est-ce que nous allons?" the man asked, directing it to Wufei. The Chinese man muttered a few curses under his breath.
"uh... Nous allons.... dammit, uh... a la... crap... ummm.... "
"A la crap?!" the taxi driver sniggered.
"Non... erm... nous allons a la laver, wait that's the word for wash, no it's for walking... awwww shhitt!"
" C'est tres stupide. Je n'aime pas des americanes." The taxi driver threw his hands up in the air and slammed them down against the dashboard.
"Nous voulons aller la rue de Garates, s'il vous plait,et, je n'aime pas des americanes aussi," Heero stuck his head through the partitioning and replied smoothly, perfect accent and all. The dumbstruck driver nodded before rolling his head back into a horse full-throttle laugh, and pulled the car out into the busy avenue. Heero and the cab driver were soon engaged in a vigorous conversation, leaving Wufei to mutter while peering out the window.
"I didn't know you spoke French," Wufei demanded hoarsely. He looked quite embarrassed, and was bright red.
"Yea, along with German, English, Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, Italian, Greek, Swahili, Dutch, Polish, Russian and I guarantee you many more. How else do you think I can speak to you?" Heero informed him stiffly, folding his arms over a well-sculpted chest and grinning wolfishly.
Wufei remained silent and continued to peer out the window as both Heero and the driver laughed at his silence.
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It took only a half hour to reach the destination, which was a lovely little bed and breakfast which had been hidden away in between two large buildings and behind three huge gardens. Wufei and Heero checked into the b&b, and then settled in. Their room was quite spacious and bright colored. The walls were a nice, neutral olive green and the ceiling was white. There were two beds, one which sat next to the window and the other on the other side of the door to the terraces. The bathroom was big and contained fluffy yellow towels and there was even a small rubber ducky. Other than that, the traditional place had a television and some gorgeous blowup paintings of dandelions. After moseying about the room for a bit, Wufei left to go down and visit the rest of the bed and breakfast. Heero left after awhile, to take a walk down in the gardens.
The gardens were empty around 5 p.m. when most people were out eating. There were occasional passersby, but it was nearly empty. Heero strolled around the fountains and statues before burying himself to the nose in a patch of irises. He sat there, just gazing at the flowers and the surroundings. Finally, he reached into his backpack and withdrew a book of empty painting paper.
Ever so slowly, acrylic paint fluttered in dashed movement across the pages, forming iris after iris. The colors were sometimes dull and wintry, but others sat on the page bright and proud. Every so often Heero would either wipe his paintbrush on an empty piece of paper or suck on it to change colors. His session ended however, when a familiar black haired Chinese dude with a sword came strolling through the area he was in, calling his name.
"Heero?"
Carefully, Heero packed away the paints and stowed the paintings back into the book and into his pack. He never felt like sharing his paintings with anyone. He didn't want people to see them. When he had locked himself away in his room, he'd always paint the view from the window, or his room. He had done millions of those paintings, and all of them were stowed away in his pack. Most of them portrayed his feelings, as any other artist's work, but Heero didn't need people sticking their noses in his feelings. Besides, the drawings weren't that good, were they?
"I'm here,"
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When the morning came, pale blue light crept in through the lace curtains and across Heero's curled up body. The pair had nearly gone straight to bed after dinner, both exhausted from the train ride. They had gone from Germany to France all in one trip, and had had a two-hour delay halfway. By the time Heero had awoken, the faint touches of dawn were spreading across France. Silently, as to not disturb his new friend, Heero got up, dressed and left a not to tell Wufei he was going for a walk and would be back by 6 am.
Few people were on the streets at that hour, but some were hurrying along in cars. The pale light also brought a December snowfall. Small specks of white soon filled the sky, and then it began to come down quickly, covering Heero's hair and clothes. The 18 year old continued to walk on, gathering his jacket around his lithe frame. The trees were swooping low, nearly touching the ground from the weight of the snow. Heero's journey took him down a new road, one that was unpaved. The snow filled branches covered the ground below them, and the thorny bushes that lay at their dying feet. His travel stopped however, at the middle of the road, looking over a particular bush.
The bush was blossoming with violet and blue irises, which was the strangest thing about the bush. Irises don't grow on bushes, and most certainly not in the wintertime. Heero took his time in crouching down, and carefully fingering the flowers. The helpless petals nearly clung to his hand for warmth, and the colors began to slowly seep into his palm. Within minutes, Heero had collapsed into a deep sleep beneath the iris bush.
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By 6:45, Wufei had left the hotel room in search of Heero. The boy had disappeared before he had awoken, and he hadn't returned, even though it was 45 minutes after he said he would be back. The hotel was just starting to come alive, with patrons climbing out of bed and leaving the sweet comfort of the rooms, to travel down the fridiged hallways into the breakfast room. Pale blue light streamed in through the wide windows in the breakfast room, and enlightened the tables filled with crystal and high- class dinnerware. The bar lay empty, but already a bartender was wiped down the counter and preparing for the day. Two people already sat at the breakfast room, at a table right next to the main window.
The smaller boy had pale blonde hair and gleaming blue eyes. His quiet laugh shook the room, as his companion, a tall brunette with mysterious green eyes and a curious bang that covered his right eye. Both were dressed casually and their presence made you feel comfortable, like you had all the time in the world to do anything that pleased you.
Wufei glanced around the breakfast area, not even acknowledging mentally there were patrons there.
"Excuse me, sir. Have you see a tall, brunette, with blue eyes wearing black pants and a blue shirt come through," Wufei asked slowly. Luckily for him, the staff at the hotel spoke in English, as well as German. The bartender shook his head, and then returned to his work. Discouraged, Wufei swore and sighed heavily. A quiet chuckle from a table drew Wufei up sharply.
"What's so funny?" Wufei asked suspiciously, turning around slowly. He gaped at what he saw.
"Trowa, Quatre? What the hell are you guys doing here in France? I thought you were working on the new peace deal with the Russians?" Wufei asked, smiling happily. The three of them had all been soldiers in Poland, fighting undercover everyday to save people's lives.
"Silly, we're here on honey moon! Our plane got cancelled to the Bahamas, so we're stuck here until Friday. How are you holding up? Last we heard, you were hopping trains," Quatre explained, his face brightening, and showing his longtime friend a wedding ring.
"MARRIED? YOU TWO!? I KNEW IT!! Congratulations, both of you. That's really something... but... How did this happen? Last I knew of you two was you were teasing each other endlessly and neither of you had the BALLS to tell each other. Who was the Einstein that set you up? Yeah, I was hopping trains, but I just stopped that a day ago. There was a weakling of a boy I met on the train who obviously needed my protection, so I shall accompany him to England. But I can't find him. He said he'd be back by 6, but he's not here," Wufei told them, sighing once again.
" I'm sure this 'weakling-of-a-boy'
"Why don't we come to help you look?" Trowa suggested lightly. Wufei looked up at him, half surprised, before smiling again. Maybe this would be like the old days.
-----------------
"Princess Relena, look the prophesy has come true! I never should have doubted you, my lady!" the low growl praised the younger leader as they stepped onto the rugged pathway. The tree were crowned with snow, and the ground lay untouched as it was protected by the trees. The group of bodyguards and the princess made their way over to the collapsed body, which lay directly underneath the Bush of Undying Promise.
------------------
Wufei, Trowa and Quatre were just about to leave, after paying for the breakfast, when the television caught their attention.
"Yes, everyone, It is confirmed that the Prince of the Stars has finally arrived! The longtime prophesy that a young prince would be found at the bottom of the bush of Undying Promise has indeed come true. The prophesy proclaimed that today, on winter's dawn, a young prince with brown hair and blue eyes would be discovered sleeping at the bush. The boy has been taken into the palace of the Royal Princess Relena, Lady of France, whom he is destined to marry. This new prince will soon marry and take the kingship over us all. Every inch of France is now rejoicing. In other news, Jimmy the Flying Penguin was spotted last night at a Rainbow Boys concert break dancing..." the announcer said dully.
All three of the men looked at the Lady of France in disgust, each hating this tradition. The tradition took a poor bloke who fell asleep from the poison the iris bush gave off, and took him away to be a prince without even asking his permission.
"That poor, poor soul," Trowa muttered darkly.
"How can they just do that to him?" Quatre said tearfully, shrugging into his lover's embrace.
" How pathetic,"
A picture of a girl, wearing a long white, shoulder-less gown, a sparkling diamond tiara and a cross on a silver chain came onto the screen. The Lady of France, Princess Relena smiled happily, her shallow face matching her personality. Wufei sneered at the picture, but his heart stopped at the next picture. It was a picture of the new prince, who was being dragged into a bright, pink limo. It was Heero.
"Oh shiiiitttt..."
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If you're confused about the choosing prince thingy, please email me!
review? pweese?