By Wolf Girl
Disclaimer: I do not have any sort of ownership over the characters or the premise of Gundam Wing. I do not make any sort of profit off of this story.
Warnings: Post-cannon, Yaoi, minor Relena bastardization, slightly OOC Heero (per the series, but not per what I think he would be like after the war).
AN Warning: Unfortunately, my grammar and punctuation usage is a weird mix of American and British styles... Enough said. The changes I will have the director make to Romeo and Juliet are not advised. I made them up, and I would be slightly horrified if someone actually made these changes and performed with them.
Pairings: 1+2, 1x2x1, 3x4, others...
Italics is Shakespeare dialogue, unless obviously otherwise...
Author's notes: Wow, it's been a ridiculously long time. I'm SO sorry. Well, it's almost Christmas break, so I will have a few chapters read soon for my poor starved readers. Just kidding. But it will be a shorter wait.
FOUR
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound…" (Romeo- 2.2)
Duo grinned and shoved the entire roll into his mouth, making grotesque faces at Heero and Wufei from across the lunch-table.
"That's disgusting. It's injustice! We shouldn't have to see this!" Wufei pounded the table with his fist, making the silverware jump.
Duo swallowed with difficulty and batted his eyelashes. "My darling dearest, you can stand to bear my manners, can you not?"
Wufei's face turned purple but Heero smoothly cut in. "Which of us are you referring to, my lady love?"
Duo's mouth gaped open, then he made a gagging noise while pointing to Wufei in a mock-secretive manner. Wufei fingered his fork and stabbed at his salad viciously. He mumbled something that sounded like, "Well, I'm glad he likes Yuy that way."
"Baka, we'll be late to practice." Heero stood and bussed his lunch tray. Duo hurried after him.
"I'm always late anyway." Duo shrugged, and flipped his braid over his shoulder.
"I was hoping to change that." Heero stated, staring at Duo's braid for a moment. "But I think you're a lost cause."
"You just cracked a joke!" Duo smiled brightly. A tall boy with dusty blonde hair stared at Duo appreciatively as they walked by. Duo was looking around, and didn't notice him until he suddenly found his ass being slapped. Duo jumped a foot into the air and blushed.
Heero snickered into his hand. Duo looked at him sharply. Suddenly a loud voice called out. "Waaait!"
Relena had a strange look in her eye as she sauntered over. Duo backed away slightly. "You," she said, pointing at Duo. "I've been looking for you. I think that you should—" Duo cringed. "Take these two tickets I bought, which I can't possibly use since my plans for the evening have suddenly changed, and go to The Coats concert with a—a friend." Relena said, taking a deep breath and holding out the tickets shakily. "Take them, please."
Duo looked at her uncertainly. She shook the tickets at him. "You want to go, right?"
"Who will I take with me? These are for tonight?" Duo looked at the tickets. "Nice seats…"
"I'll go. I'd love to see them," Heero said suddenly.
"You like The Coats?" Duo was slightly confused. "But I thought you don't like jazz."
"They're not really jazz anyway, so much as a band with the instruments sung instead of played." The corner of Heero's lip twitched upward.
"Whatever man. You're the one who just agreed to go with me." Duo elbowed him in the ribs as they entered the theatre. Quatre, Trowa and the boy who was cast as Benvolio were on stage already, so Duo pulled Heero into a seat in the back. "Let's watch our supporting roles for a bit. Good thing we memorize our lines so quickly."
Heero grunted and turned his attention to the three on stage.
"By my head, here comes the Capulets." Benvolio stated.
"By my heel, I care not." Quatre turned his head away.
Trowa came forward along with a boy who was obviously a stage hand filling in for some actors. "Follow me close, for I will speak to them. —" Trowa bowed graciously to Quatre and Benvolio, all long-limbed grace. "Gentlemen, good e'en. A word with one of you."
Quatre's head snapped around. "And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something." He looked Trowa up and down. "Make it a word and a blow." Quatre cocked his hips to one side.
Trowa smiled sharply. "You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me occasion." He leaned forward toward Quatre.
"Perfect!" the Director called out, jumping up and pacing in front of the stage as he watched. "Mercutio, don't forget we cut your line!"
"The man is off his rocker!" Duo whispered to Heero, who did not say anything for a moment.
"He's brilliant in a perverted way," Heero whispered back. "Turning it into a lover's spat."
Duo blushed. "They're hardly lovers."
"But don't they wish to be?" Heero turned his head toward Duo and regarded him with deep blue eyes.
"Could you not take some occasion without giving?" Quatre asked, his hand moving to where his sword would be strapped.
"Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo." Trowa's head inclined slightly as he said these words, looking more toward the ground.
"Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Zounds, consort!" Quatre stepped closer to Trowa, almost circling him. Trowa had a predatory look in his eye.
"We talk here in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, or reason coldly of your grievances, or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us." Benvolio looked around the stage as if there were people there.
"Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I." Quatre stopped moving and stared defiantly at Trowa.
"I feel like I'm watching a badly made porno film," Duo whispered, hiding his head in his hands.
Quatre and Trowa maintained eye contact for a moment before Trowa looked over Quatre's shoulder as if spying someone. "Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man."
"Romeo! You're on-stage! We might as well continue!" The director shouted, pointing at Heero.
"I have been summoned by a madman. Excuse me." Heero swept toward the stage dramatically. Duo stuffed his hand in his mouth to stop the giggles.
"He was so much more hot on stage during the concert!" Duo said loudly as they walked to where they were parked. "How was I supposed to know he was old up close?"
Heero sighed. "He couldn't have been more than forty. That's not old." Heero maneuvered around the crowd outside the concert hall.
"Well, forty is old when you're only seventeen." Their shoulders bumped together as they walked along.
"I thought you were only fourteen, Juliet," Heero baited. "My young love." Duo stepped further away from Heero and almost ran into a streetlight.
"You know, sometimes you scare me. You get so into it." Duo commented in an offhand way.
"I like acting. I take it seriously." Heero made Duo keep eye contact with him.
"It's not another mission, you know. You're supposed to have fun." Duo accused.
"But I am having fun." Heero blushed. "I like acting with you."
Duo turned away. "I'll race you to the car. Whoever wins gets to drive!" Duo raced off as he said the last words.
Heero smiled and raced after him down the street.
Endnotes: Well, that was chapter four! Hope you all liked it!
I generally don't like Relena and tend to portray her as bitchy, but this time I decided to make her a bit less mean. She's a nice person underneath it all, you know.
The band The Coats is an actual (a capella) jazz quartet "band". I saw them in concert and they were WONDERFUL! So, if you're interested, you can check out their website and listen to samples of their music, or buy their CDs! Have fun!
As always, R&R si vous plait! You can email me any questions or comments at