Drinking can be the cause of many things. It gets rid of inhibitions and
it can also impair judgement, which can lead to trouble.
Would you care for an example?
Take five Gundam pilots who haven't seen each other in a year. Add a braided, mischievous, (no, downright wicked... what had the Zero pilot called him once? The devil's prankster?) violet -eyed, seventeen-year-old with no qualms whatsoever about spiking the punch, and you have one rowdy reunion.
Now, what to do when one overly temperamental Chinese dragon passes out from over consumption? When a blond Arab heir gets a little too inebriated (the 'Silent One' blushed all the different shades of red *twice* at the young man's, err.. romantic advances)? What to do when the 'Silent One' is not only enjoying the advances, but also responding to them?
Send them packing seemed to be the answer.
And it was the one and only option as far as Shinigami was concerned. Getting the blond and quiet brunette stupidly drunk was a reward in itself, but once they started getting too intimate the braided one surmised that that was a little too much, even for him.
And then came the startling discovery of one 'Perfect Soldier' on the kitchen floor eating... cheese of all things, and popping olives in his mouth amidst a few empty shot glasses with no intention of going home...
Oh yeah. Life was good...
Part 1: Here with Me
By: Cobalt princess and Shadow Angel
~Disclaimer: We do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. If we did, we would be grinning like idiots almost everyday of the year. Trying to sue would get you nothing because starving college students have no money. We spend it all on anime and such.~
He slept like the dead, I noticed.
Something I would never have imagined from the 'Perfect Soldier', but it was true. He breathed deeply; in and out, his bare chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm that soothed me. His face was so peaceful, missing the usual frown of concentration and slight annoyance at the world in general that I had gotten used to. That annoyance was most often than not directed at me.
But a few hours ago, it had been a different story. Heat. Nothing but heat, and those cobalt eyes of his burning with passion.
Yawning, I stared at him some more, marveling at his... beauty. His simple beauty. The unruly rich brown hair, which looked black in the moonlight, the skin that looked a pale-blue; more delicate than I could've imagined. Just thinking about it made me shiver and feel hot at the same time-- tingly.
The way he had reacted to my touch...
Shit, I swear if I hadn't pinched myself more than a dozen times, I would think it had all been a dream. But no, it was real. And here he was, Heero Yuy, asleep next to me, his hand fisted tightly around a few locks of my loose hair. Possessive as ever, even in his sleep. I smiled at that. Heero Yuy possessive of one Duo Maxwell who supposedly caused him a lot of grief was a brand new revelation. Oh well, I counted on having plenty of time to get used to it...
* * * * * * * * * *
The warmth of the sunlight touching my eyes awakened me. I groaned and rolled over, my hands searching for the one next to me. Finding the spot empty I opened one eye and noticed that no one was there.
Heero was gone.
I opened the other eye in shock as I sat up. A quick frantic search showed me that he was indeed gone, his clothes were missing. They were not scattered haphazardly around the room, as they were the previous evening. For a full minute I could only sit on the bed surprised.
"What the HELL?" I finally managed to yell scrambling out of bed. I nearly tripped in my tangled sheets, but somehow managed not to break my head open in a clumsy fall. I could just hear Heero's voice in my head, "Stop rushing it, baka!" but I ignored it. I nearly reached the door before I noticed the state of my dress. Or undress to be more accurate. I ran back to the room and picked up several articles of clothing still littered on the floor.
Finally dressed, I left my apartment. When I got outside, I realized that I had no idea where I was going.
Heero never let me go over to his place. He had said it was the only refuge he had to escape the annoyance that was me. However, I did have his phone number. He gave it to me after I promised that I wouldn't try and find his place. I ran back inside to call him.
The phone rang and I twirled my hair nervously until the machine picked up. I heard Heero's voice: "I'm not here" and a beep. Articulate as ever, Heero, I thought while rolling my eyes heavenward. I didn't know what to say so I hung up.
Pacing around for a while I finally noticed that my hair was still loose so I braided it up, thinking all the while I want to see him again, but I wouldn't know what to say. 'Hey last night was fun, we should do that more often' was one of the ridiculous things swimming around in my mind. The only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted, no, I *needed* to see him. And to do that I needed to know where he lived...
Quatre was the first person who came to mind. Not only did the boy have a lot resources, but... well, he was the only person I knew who wouldn't make a big deal of me asking... I mean with the 'situation' he Trowa have and all...
I picked up the phone and dialed Quatre's number. While the phone rang I thought of a million different things to say, but when Quatre picked up the phone words failed me.
"Hello."
"...Hello," I managed after a while.
"Oh, hi, Duo," Quatre chirped in his cheery voice.
"Uh… hi," I mumbled, my mouth refusing to work. "So…uh, um… how you been, huh?"
"Uh, fine, Duo. Not any different from when we saw each other yesterday…"
"Oh, yeah, right. Heh heh," I laughed nervously and scratched the back of my head. "So… uh… I was wondering…"
"Wondering what?"
"…"
"Duo?"
"I'm still here."
"What were you wondering?" Quatre asked somewhat concerned
"I was wondering if you could do a favor for me."
"Sure, anything, Duo. What's the favor?"
"I want you to find out where…" I whispered and trailed off. I coughed uncomfortably, feeling my face heat up even though he couldn't see me.
"... Find out where...?" he coaxed
"Uh…where…" I stopped and cleared my throat nervously. "You wouldn't by any chance know… knowwhereHeerolivesdoyou?" It all came out in a rush.
Quatre was silent a moment. His silence made me blush furiously in embarrassment as I thought of how stupid I must have sounded.
"Never mind, forget it" I muttered quickly trying to take it back.
"Trowa-kun might know," Quatre interrupted softly before I could make an even bigger ass of myself.
"…Really?" I squeaked
"Yes." I sighed inwardly at his understanding tone. No judgement from Quatre. Ever. "Let me go ask him. I'm pretty sure he's in the library. Hold on a minute, alright?"
"S-sure," I stuttered, relief lifting a heavy weight from my shoulders.
After what seemed like an eternity Quatre spoke again.
"Duo?"
"…Yeah Quatre, I'm still here."
"Trowa-kun said that Heero stays at…"
* * * * * * * *
For the hundredth time I asked myself what the hell I was doing hunting down a man who had just walked out without even a goodbye after such an important night.
'Well that's just it baka. It probably wasn't important to him or he wouldn't have left, now would he?'
I was pacing the lobby of Heero's apartment building, had been for nearly half an hour and the land lord was starting to give me strange looks, but I ignored him. All I was aware of was my racing heart and shaky knees.
I finally decided to go up, it was either that or get thrown out. Getting off of the elevator, I walked toward the door at the end of the hall.
Figures the guy would get the most isolated apartment...
Swallowing what felt like a boulder in my throat, I raised my fist and knocked.
TBC… ^.^
Well this is one of my first attempts at a fic, so let me know what you think. I'll accept any kind of response.
Would you care for an example?
Take five Gundam pilots who haven't seen each other in a year. Add a braided, mischievous, (no, downright wicked... what had the Zero pilot called him once? The devil's prankster?) violet -eyed, seventeen-year-old with no qualms whatsoever about spiking the punch, and you have one rowdy reunion.
Now, what to do when one overly temperamental Chinese dragon passes out from over consumption? When a blond Arab heir gets a little too inebriated (the 'Silent One' blushed all the different shades of red *twice* at the young man's, err.. romantic advances)? What to do when the 'Silent One' is not only enjoying the advances, but also responding to them?
Send them packing seemed to be the answer.
And it was the one and only option as far as Shinigami was concerned. Getting the blond and quiet brunette stupidly drunk was a reward in itself, but once they started getting too intimate the braided one surmised that that was a little too much, even for him.
And then came the startling discovery of one 'Perfect Soldier' on the kitchen floor eating... cheese of all things, and popping olives in his mouth amidst a few empty shot glasses with no intention of going home...
Oh yeah. Life was good...
Part 1: Here with Me
By: Cobalt princess and Shadow Angel
~Disclaimer: We do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. If we did, we would be grinning like idiots almost everyday of the year. Trying to sue would get you nothing because starving college students have no money. We spend it all on anime and such.~
He slept like the dead, I noticed.
Something I would never have imagined from the 'Perfect Soldier', but it was true. He breathed deeply; in and out, his bare chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm that soothed me. His face was so peaceful, missing the usual frown of concentration and slight annoyance at the world in general that I had gotten used to. That annoyance was most often than not directed at me.
But a few hours ago, it had been a different story. Heat. Nothing but heat, and those cobalt eyes of his burning with passion.
Yawning, I stared at him some more, marveling at his... beauty. His simple beauty. The unruly rich brown hair, which looked black in the moonlight, the skin that looked a pale-blue; more delicate than I could've imagined. Just thinking about it made me shiver and feel hot at the same time-- tingly.
The way he had reacted to my touch...
Shit, I swear if I hadn't pinched myself more than a dozen times, I would think it had all been a dream. But no, it was real. And here he was, Heero Yuy, asleep next to me, his hand fisted tightly around a few locks of my loose hair. Possessive as ever, even in his sleep. I smiled at that. Heero Yuy possessive of one Duo Maxwell who supposedly caused him a lot of grief was a brand new revelation. Oh well, I counted on having plenty of time to get used to it...
* * * * * * * * * *
The warmth of the sunlight touching my eyes awakened me. I groaned and rolled over, my hands searching for the one next to me. Finding the spot empty I opened one eye and noticed that no one was there.
Heero was gone.
I opened the other eye in shock as I sat up. A quick frantic search showed me that he was indeed gone, his clothes were missing. They were not scattered haphazardly around the room, as they were the previous evening. For a full minute I could only sit on the bed surprised.
"What the HELL?" I finally managed to yell scrambling out of bed. I nearly tripped in my tangled sheets, but somehow managed not to break my head open in a clumsy fall. I could just hear Heero's voice in my head, "Stop rushing it, baka!" but I ignored it. I nearly reached the door before I noticed the state of my dress. Or undress to be more accurate. I ran back to the room and picked up several articles of clothing still littered on the floor.
Finally dressed, I left my apartment. When I got outside, I realized that I had no idea where I was going.
Heero never let me go over to his place. He had said it was the only refuge he had to escape the annoyance that was me. However, I did have his phone number. He gave it to me after I promised that I wouldn't try and find his place. I ran back inside to call him.
The phone rang and I twirled my hair nervously until the machine picked up. I heard Heero's voice: "I'm not here" and a beep. Articulate as ever, Heero, I thought while rolling my eyes heavenward. I didn't know what to say so I hung up.
Pacing around for a while I finally noticed that my hair was still loose so I braided it up, thinking all the while I want to see him again, but I wouldn't know what to say. 'Hey last night was fun, we should do that more often' was one of the ridiculous things swimming around in my mind. The only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted, no, I *needed* to see him. And to do that I needed to know where he lived...
Quatre was the first person who came to mind. Not only did the boy have a lot resources, but... well, he was the only person I knew who wouldn't make a big deal of me asking... I mean with the 'situation' he Trowa have and all...
I picked up the phone and dialed Quatre's number. While the phone rang I thought of a million different things to say, but when Quatre picked up the phone words failed me.
"Hello."
"...Hello," I managed after a while.
"Oh, hi, Duo," Quatre chirped in his cheery voice.
"Uh… hi," I mumbled, my mouth refusing to work. "So…uh, um… how you been, huh?"
"Uh, fine, Duo. Not any different from when we saw each other yesterday…"
"Oh, yeah, right. Heh heh," I laughed nervously and scratched the back of my head. "So… uh… I was wondering…"
"Wondering what?"
"…"
"Duo?"
"I'm still here."
"What were you wondering?" Quatre asked somewhat concerned
"I was wondering if you could do a favor for me."
"Sure, anything, Duo. What's the favor?"
"I want you to find out where…" I whispered and trailed off. I coughed uncomfortably, feeling my face heat up even though he couldn't see me.
"... Find out where...?" he coaxed
"Uh…where…" I stopped and cleared my throat nervously. "You wouldn't by any chance know… knowwhereHeerolivesdoyou?" It all came out in a rush.
Quatre was silent a moment. His silence made me blush furiously in embarrassment as I thought of how stupid I must have sounded.
"Never mind, forget it" I muttered quickly trying to take it back.
"Trowa-kun might know," Quatre interrupted softly before I could make an even bigger ass of myself.
"…Really?" I squeaked
"Yes." I sighed inwardly at his understanding tone. No judgement from Quatre. Ever. "Let me go ask him. I'm pretty sure he's in the library. Hold on a minute, alright?"
"S-sure," I stuttered, relief lifting a heavy weight from my shoulders.
After what seemed like an eternity Quatre spoke again.
"Duo?"
"…Yeah Quatre, I'm still here."
"Trowa-kun said that Heero stays at…"
* * * * * * * *
For the hundredth time I asked myself what the hell I was doing hunting down a man who had just walked out without even a goodbye after such an important night.
'Well that's just it baka. It probably wasn't important to him or he wouldn't have left, now would he?'
I was pacing the lobby of Heero's apartment building, had been for nearly half an hour and the land lord was starting to give me strange looks, but I ignored him. All I was aware of was my racing heart and shaky knees.
I finally decided to go up, it was either that or get thrown out. Getting off of the elevator, I walked toward the door at the end of the hall.
Figures the guy would get the most isolated apartment...
Swallowing what felt like a boulder in my throat, I raised my fist and knocked.
TBC… ^.^
Well this is one of my first attempts at a fic, so let me know what you think. I'll accept any kind of response.
