A Gentle SHOVE In The Right Direction
Chapter 4: Making Preparations
By: Tripping Daisies
Rating: PG-13; for minor language usage
Spoilers: None that I can think of
P.O.V: Third Person
Pairings: planned 1x2, and 3x4
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Only the plot belongs to me.
Summary: New love could blossom in the war-torn, chaos-filled universe. But sometimes foolishness, arrogance, and adolescent stupidity prevent anything from happening. Then, all you need is a gentle nudge in the right direction…or in this case, a gentle shove.
// //: Heero's Thoughts
{ }: Duo's Thoughts
-- --: Wu Fei's Thoughts
~*~: Scene Change
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"Hello? Matridee? I'd like to make reservations for tonight at 8 o'clock p.m. A table for two, far away from a window would be preferable. Thank you." Quatre whispered into the telephone receiver. Upon finishing the conversation, he hung up the phone. Turning to see Trowa, he grinned widely, informing Trowa that all was planned and ready to go. All they had to do was break the news to their fellow pilots.
"You should tell Duo. He trusts you better than he does me. I, on the other hand, will tell Heero. I don't exactly know how he will take it," Trowa said, ending his sentence somewhat apprehensively.
"Okay then. I am off to tell him. And while you are at it, give Heero some tips as to what to do to make Duo's night special. You know what I mean, thing's you'd do for me," Quatre stated, wanting his best friend's night to be perfect.
With that, they went their separate ways.
~*~
Quatre saw Duo poised in front of the refrigerator.
"Target Acknowledged. Seek and destroy," Quatre giggled slightly, thinking he sounded exactly like Heero. He walked towards Duo, who had his head in the fridge by this point. Reaching out a hand, he clasped the braided man's forearm, and spun him around. Duo was about to protest when he noticed the glint in the blonde's eye.
"Hey Q-man! What'cha up to? What'cha got that gleam in your eye for, huh? You ain't gone like crazy or nothin' right?" Duo questioned, bewilderment clearly shown in his violet eyes.
"Duo, I have this friend…and well, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with them?" Quatre said, nervously fiddling with the bottom of his shirt.
"Sure! Why not? It's not like I have a life outside of Gundam maintenance and all," Duo said, that confusion turning to excitement. "Give me the details!"
Quatre dove right into explaining where and when. He gave Duo directions and such, and yadda, yadda, yadda. Duo hugged Quatre, happy to finally have a date. {Maybe this'll get my mind off ole' Spandex Boy!} He then ran up the stairs to prepare for his date. {I have to look ~*HOTT*~!!}
~*~
While Quatre was talking Duo into it, Trowa was in search of Heero. He walked up to his room, then down to the basement, which they had made into a gym. Finding Heero in neither place, Trowa decided to check the makeshift hanger they had constructed in the woods a few miles away. There is where the pilot of Wing was temporarily residing.
"Heero. I need to speak with you," Trowa called across the hanger.
"Acknowledged." With that, Heero wiped his hands on a drop-clothe, took the lift down from his Gundam, and lightly sprinted over to Trowa. "What is it you need?"
"I was wondering if you would do me a personal favor. A friend of mine is looking for a date tonight. Would you be interested?"
Heero thought for a few minutes. //What would make Trowa think I'd be interested in his friend? Well, it might be a nice change of pace. // Coming out of his logical thought process, Heero turned to Trowa.
"Yes."
"I was asked by a relative of my friend to tell you about some customary 'dating procedures', if you will. First of all, you…" With that, Trowa was off explaining various aspects of this and that, all ensured to make Heero the 'perfect date'. All the while, Heero made mental notes, determined not to fail at his new mission.
When Trowa had sufficiently briefed him, including the name of the restaurant, time of reservations, and directions to it, Heero returned to finish the work on his Gundam. About two hours later, he returned to the safe house, to get ready for his date.
~*~
Coming up the stairs, Heero saw the bathroom door was open. As he walked by, he got a glimpse of the lithe body he'd been dreaming about for forever. Duo was standing in front of the mirror, only a towel wrapped around his torso. Heero tried hard not to openly drool.
"Hiya Hee-chan! Mind helpin' me out here?" Duo said, while holding out the brush to Heero.
"No, I don't mind. Get some clothes on and meet me in my room." Duo did just that. Once he got there, he saw Heero sitting on the bed. Heero pointed down to the spot between his legs, and Duo obediently sat. Then, Heero slowly and carefully began working the brush through Duo's hair. It was full of tangles, yet Heero's adept hands gently worked them all out, starting at the bottom and working to the top.
After about ten minutes of this sweet torture, Duo began to purr. This sent jolts of electricity straight to Heero's lower extremities. He quickly separated Duo's hair, and began weaving it into an intricate plait.
"Done." Heero said, and Duo pouted.
"Damn Heero that felt good!" Duo exclaimed. //You don't know how long I've wanted to hear that from you. //
"Okay. Now I need to get ready for my date." Duo looked back at Heero, eyes full of surprise.
"You have a date, too? Oh that is so cool!" Duo practically yelled, as Heero pushed him to the door and out. Heero then detangled himself the braided boy and proceeded down the hall to the bathroom.
Quickly and efficiently, Heero showered. He walked quickly back to his room, in the exact same attire Duo had been sporting earlier. After dressing in his customary green tank top and spandex, Heero then grabbed the keys to his motorcycle, intent on following all of Trowa's directions. Outside of Duo's room, he came to a dead halt. His jaw dropped. //My God! He looks amazing! // But before Duo could see him, Heero bolted down the stairs and out of the house. Starting up the motorcycle, Heero drove to the nearest mall, which wasn't exactly 'near'. Parking, he walked towards Dillard's to find some clothes that would be appropriate for a date.
Deciding that he wanted to look as Duo, Heero quickly walked towards the more formalized section of the men's department. He spotted a pair of dark indigo blue jeans, and decided those would be perfect. Now all he needed was a shirt. He found it a few minutes later. It was a baby blue, long sleeve, button-down shirt made of silk. // It's perfect. //
After the clothes were paid for, and he changed into them, the next stop was the flower store. Trowa had said that his friend liked Jasmine. Heero decided that it would be a nice touch to get them for his date. Bouquet in hand, Heero then proceeded to the chocolate store across the hall. Picking up a heart-shaped box of Chocolate Truffles, Heero checked his watch. // 7:30. I'd better get going. // Heero paid the woman behind the counter who smiled politely at him. Taking Trowa's specified route, Heero found that it only took him 15 minutes to get to the restaurant.
Deciding it was for the better, Heero sat down on a bench out side of the restaurant and waited. Just then, he noticed a chestnut braid swinging back and forth back and forth as a figure walked by him, going towards the restaurant. He promptly looked the figure up and down, staring pointedly at the ass that looked like it had been poured into the black leather pants. Heero called out to the figure.
"Duo?"
The man turned around and smiled warmly at the sight of his friend. {If I didn't know any better, I'd say Quatre set me up with Heero Yuy.} Heero noticed for the second time that day how well Duo's violet velour shirt complimented his eyes. It was low cut, giving Heero a view of that creamy smooth chest.
"Fancy meeting you here, stranger!" Duo said, with a slight chuckle. "You're a little early, too, huh?"
"Affirmative." // God, I wish it were true that he was my date. //
Just then, an annoying beep started. Heero reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his cell phone. Hitting the button that allowed him to answer, a very familiar voice came over the speaker. It sounded a bit apprehensive.
"Uh, hi Heero. Is Duo there with you?"
"Yes, Quatre, he is. What is it you need?" Heero said, a little nervous himself as to what Quatre had been calling about.
"Well, you see Heero, Trowa and I thought it would be nice if you knew who your dates were by now."
"I agree Quatre. I am a little curious." Heero stated, as Duo watched him.
"Heero, your date is Duo," Trowa said, taking the phone from Quatre.
"Nani?!"
"Talk to him Heero, he's as much of a person as you. Now, hand the phone over to Duo, Quatre still needs to tell him," Trowa said, trying to be as soothing as possible. Quatre was cowering behind Trowa, expecting to hear yelling and cursing all the way from his position. To his astonishment, nothing came over the phone. Trowa then handed the phone over.
"Quat? Buddy! How's it goin'? Heero informs me you got some big news for me. Did I win the lotto or somethin'?" Duo rambled.
"No Duo, its nothing like that. I just wanted to tell you that you're date is sitting right next to you." Quatre said, unsure of what Duo's reaction would be.
"Huh? You mean…Heero is my date?"
"Yes." His ears were immediately assaulted by a loud squeal of excitement.
"I gotta go Quat!! I don't know how I'll repay you, but somehow I will!!" There was a distant click and Duo heard the line go dead. He then passed the phone back to Heero, who put it away in his pocket again.
~*~
"So Yuy and Maxwell now know that you have been deceiving them, eh?" Wu Fei said, rising from his spot in the corner.
"Yes, and their reactions were both similar. Surprise laced with barely concealed excitement, or in Duo's case, not concealed." Quatre giggled.
-- Don't make me sick! --
"Would you like me to cook tonight?" Wu Fei said, a light smirk playing about his lips. His eyes were glowing devilishly, and his fingers were caressing a small bottle in his pocket.
"That would be lovely, Wu Fei." Quatre said, practically glowing.
"And much appreciated," Trowa added as he pulled Quatre into an embrace.
-- Not as lovely for you as it will be for me. -- Wu Fei laughed maniacally as he walked into the kitchen, unnoticed by the other two pilots who were busy in each others' arms.
TBC…
A/N:
Daisies: Ah yes!! Evil Wu Fei. BTW…it's not that I have anything against Wu-man, it's that if he wasn't the evil force in this story, he wouldn't be in it at all. So, I figured it'd be better to use him than make up a character. Everybody hates original characters.
Muse Twiz: Or it could be just you and your friends…
Daisies: Yeah, you're right.
Muse Twiz: *holding a skull* Review or Do Not Review, that is the question!
Daisies: REVIEW, of course!