by Neko Nasai
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all associated with it are
copywrighted to the people who created them and all that other
stuff. Moira Amoureux is my own creation, as it the story line.
If you like it, please let me know!
~Neko Nasai~
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Part 1
Zechs was staring.
Noin laughed and walked up to the red-headed girl who had crawled out of the monstrous Gundam she'd just landed beside Tallgeese. Zechs followed as though in a trance, eyes still locked on the girl.
"Moira Amoureux?" Noin asked once she reached the red-head.
The girl smiled and nodded. She was definitely petite, with very fair skin, and long, red, hair that flowed in ringlet waves down her back and shoulders. Her eyes were a very clear shade of green that shone in the sunlight of the afternoon sun.
"Well, very nice to meet you. You can call me Noin," she shook hands with the girl, then gestured to Zechs, who quickly shut his partially-open mouth. "And this is Zechs."
"Charmed," he said, took her hand, and planted a kiss on it. He was pleased to see that she blushed a little.
"Well, ready to meet your fellow Gundam pilots?" Noin asked.
Zechs rolled his eyes at the giddiness in her voice and set his jaw. He didn't mind so much when she messed with the Boys, but this girl was innocent to all of this. What if they flipped out like Noin wanted? What would she think? How would she feel?
It was when he watched her in the car, smiling a little as she intently watched the passing scenery, that he finally said something.
"You do know all five of them are boys, don't you?"
She looked at him with a start, then her face showed surprise.
"Ouch!" Zechs whispered roughly as Noin back-handed his arm. "What? She needs to know. No matter what you do to the boys, I'm not going to let her be sent into the lion's den without warning."
"When did you start caring?" she asked, her voice sounded annoyed.
"When I realized how much worse you are than I am, I guess."
Noin shot him a glare and he just smiled, then he looked back at Moira.
"They're not expecting you, so whatever happens, don't worry, okay? If push comes to shove, you can stay with us."
Noin hit him again and he glared at her. This time, she looked at him with a smirk, her eyes said "You just want to get laid." He gave her a silent snarl and ignored her the rest of the car ride.
Once there, Noin rang the bell, while Zechs whispered encouragement to Moira behind her. He led her onto the step in front of the door and let her enter first when the door opened.
"Suddenly a gentleman, I see," said Noin, as Zechs entered in front of her, then grunted as he shut the door in her face behind him. "Son of a--"
Quatre opened the door, looking a bit sheepish.
"Sorry... I think the door's on an angle, we'll have to see about getting it fixed. We don't want it slamming on anyone again. Come in?"
Quatre was kind, but she didn't expect him to be making excuses for Zechs.
"Thanks," she muttered and followed the retreating backs of Zechs and Moira.
Quatre led them to a rec room where the boys were watching Terminator 2: Judgment Day. Duo was on the floor throwing popcorn at the robotic warriors of the future while Wufei was cheering them on. Hiro just smacked Wufei up the back of his head and Quatre joined a quiet Trowa on a second couch situated at an angle with the other one in front of the TV. Noin cleared her throat and all the attention switched to her.
"Hi. Why don't you pause that, cause I have someone to introduce to you."
Duo snatched up the remote and paused the movie, then returned his attention to her. She gave them a smile they knew was too nice for her to mean and dreaded what she was going to tell them.
"Thank you. Now, I'd like to introduce you all to Moira Amoureux. She's Irish, her father was French, though--anyway, she's the pilot of the Gundam Kali-Ma and has just arrived. That's Duo, Wufei, Hiro, Quatre, and Trowa," she pointed to each as she named them, then smiled at them. "Aren't you glad to meet her?"
If her voice had been any sweeter, they all would have started retching where they sat. But they all just stared at the red-haired girl with green eyes wearing a pair of flared black pants and a black velvet button-up shirt that was standing in their rec room. The one that was supposed to be one of them, because she was supposedly a Gundam pilot.
"Iie! Uh-uh! No way!" yelled Wufei suddenly, breaking the silence. "You're screwing with us--no woman, no girl is a Gundam pilot. Iie, no, I don't believe you!"
Then he launched himself off the couch and stormed out of the room. Considering Wufei, it was subtle, but Zechs could see Moira's bottom lip jut out just a little bit. Nothing anyone else would notice, he was sure, but it was the only sign that how Wufei reacted hurt her.
Hiro stood up, walked up her, looked her over, and huffed.
"I think I agree with Wufei... How can she be one of us? It's not easy being a Gundam pilot, you have to be a refined soldier to be able to truly handle it. She doesn't look like one to me."
Then Hiro followed suit and left the room. Her lip quivered for a moment and then she bit it so that it would stop. Zechs looked up at the three remaining Gundam Boys. Duo was staring after Hiro and Wufei with an incredulous look on his face and Trowa and Quatre were whispering to each other.
Zechs leaned over and whispered into Moira's ear softly.
"It's okay, you can stay with us, back at the base..."
But Quatre was standing up and walking up her to her. Zechs could see her tense up, ready for another stream of badgering words to come out of him, but Quatre's big blue eyes sparkled at her and then he smiled.
"I'm glad you're with us, Moira... Welcome to our house. Don't worry, you have Trowa and me, even if the others are stupid."
Moira looked over at Trowa on the couch, as if searching for positive reinforcement and found him giving her a little smile. Moira then beamed at Quatre and she spoke--for the first time, Zechs realized--with happy, accented words.
"Thank you very much, Quatre, and you, Trowa," she turned to Trowa a moment to regard him, "For your welcome... It means so much to me."
"Of course! Why wouldn't you after those two idiots said such awful things... Come on, come sit with me and Trowa and we'll learn more about each other."
Zechs watched Quatre put a hand on her arm and, smiling, he led her to the couch, where the three of them fell into conversation. He looked up at Noin, who wasn't as pleased as she wanted to be, he noticed, but when she caught him looking at her, she smiled maliciously.
"Hiro and Wufei will make her miserable!" she whispered gleefully.
"Noin? You're a cruel, mangy bitch--did you know that?"
Noin looked at him, shocked that he'd insulted her, and watched him walk to Moira, to give her a goodbye, before she got shoved out the door by him.
"Leave her alone. I don't care what else you do, but you will not hurt that girl intentionally, or I'll kill you myself."
The tone with which Zechs growled it at her left Noin feeling as though she never wanted to cross him about anything ever again and stayed silent as he drove them back to the base.
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Duo watched quietly as the girl, Moira, smiled brightly at Trowa and Quatre while they just talked with each other. He could hear the lilting, softly-used, Irish accent in her voice, so different from what any of the boys sounded like.
"My Da was a Frank, as Miss Noin said, that's where I get my last name. But, he left Mama when I was still a little lass an' he's married to another woman now. I've lived with Mama ever since, even though Da likes me to visit him twice a year an' all during the summer. That's when I'm one o' me brothers."
"One of your brothers?" asked Quatre.
She smiled at him.
"Aye, I'm a girl most o' the time, but I'm what Da calls a tomboy' when I'm with my four half-brothers. They act like I'm one o' them--which makes me happy--but are always gentlemen an' treat me good when they should."
"So you're used to having a bunch of boys around, hm?" asked Trowa with a little smile.
"Aye, an' that Hiro reminds me o' a boy that used to say the same types o' things."
"Used to?" asked Quatre. "What happened to him?"
She grinned, but it was the sweetest thing to see.
"I whipped him good one day when he went too far an' went after one o' my brothers. He was just a babe, y'know, not more an seven. No bully was gonna hurt my baby brother!"
Trowa smiled and Quatre laughed a little before giving Moira a little hug. They really liked her; they were on their way to loving her to death. And the way she talked, switching from Irish uses of words to what they considered normal was tickling them pink.
"Well, now, what about sleeping arrangements?" asked Trowa suddenly. "I don't think there are any free rooms, which means you'll have to bunk in someone's room with them."
Moira's green eyes went a little wide at the idea of being stuck with anyone but Trowa or Quatre.
"She can stay in our room," piped up Quatre. "I know I wouldn't mind. Would you?"
Trowa shook his head. "No, not at all."
Moira's red, arching eyebrows went up a little and it was obvious that she thought that this would be interesting.
As Quatre held her hand and followed after Trowa toward their room, Moira looked at Duo. She realized that he'd been watching and listening to them the whole time. He was very nice to look at, she thought, with a long brown braid and purple eyes. She smiled a little and was pulled out of sight.
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Moira laid on her side, head propped up on her hand, facing Quatre, who's body mirrored hers. Trowa's arm suddenly came up from behind Quatre, reached over him, and braced itself on the mattress in front of his stomach before Trowa's head and shoulder came into view. Moira looked at the two of them, her new best friends, Trowa laying on his side behind Quatre, his arm around his waist, and she smiled.
"You two look like a perfect couple. You look... right together."
Trowa smiled down at Quatre and Quatre beamed at her.
"You really think so?" asked Quatre.
She nodded and smiled wider at him.
"Is this sort of relationship normal where you come from?" inquired Trowa.
"No... No, not really. Though, I think, my brother Jacques and his friend Phillip are together. He's smiled at me a certain way when Phillip whispered in his ear sometimes. It's like he wants me to know, cause he knows that I'll always love him an' be as good a sister to him as I can."
Trowa smiled his usual, reserved smile and rubbed Quatre's stomach a little so that they could exchange adoring looks. But when they looked at Moira again, it was obvious she was saddened about something.
"What's wrong?" Trowa asked.
"I miss my brothers... Sean is the oldest an' Connor is his twin, younger by six minutes. Then there's Jacques, an' last is my baby brother Henri, who used to give me a daisy every day from the field on the other side o' the creek. Aye, I miss them."
"That's okay, now you have us. I think all five of us are boys enough to keep you on your toes."
Moira smiled again.
"Aye, I suppose your right."
Just then, both Quatre and Moira yawned and Trowa smiled larger than usual. They were both so very adorable, even more so side by side.
"I think that, perhaps, we should get to sleep, it's getting late," he said.
Quatre smiled and wriggled underneath the covers. Moira slid underneath then as well, turned over, closed her eyes, and set to falling asleep. Trowa watched her a moment before looking down into Quatre's big, clear blue eyes and smiled at him. His beautiful Quatre.
Trowa's lips were on Quatre's before he even realized he wanted to kiss him. His lips worked over Quatre's responding ones, the kiss growing deeper and deeper by the moment.
Moira shifted underneath the sheets and their kiss broke. They both looked at Moira's curled up little body, her back facing them, then looked at each other. They didn't want her so far away. Trowa reached out and rubbed her shoulder, causing her to turn over a little to look at them.
"Come closer. It's kind of cold in here, so why don't the three of us snuggle up together?" supplied Quatre.
Moira's eyes showed the fact she thought it was a bit weird, but she turned over and scooted closer to the two of them.
"Here... There, so we touch. Body heat is very important in warming people, and skin contact is always the safest bet," said Trowa.
Moira's tired mind wasn't really thinking how strange it would look to someone who might walk in. How both she and Trowa were snuggled up to Quatre and getting closer as they drifted off to sleep. Moira's head moved to lay on Quatre's shoulder while Trowa's lay on top of the blond hair. Her hand rested on his stomach while Trowa's was snaked around his waist. Somewhere in the middle of the night Trowa and Moira's legs even interlocked over Quatre's. And somewhere in her dreams, she remembered the boy with the purple eyes that hadn' t rebuked her, but morning came too fast for her to remember it.