AN: Cliffhanger, ne? Sorry it took so long for the next chapter, I got
grounded from my computer. But I'm back and working on Chapter three.
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys but neither do you, but I do own Charlize McGregor.
Oh well. I hope you like the next chapter!
Chapter two of Love is a many splendid thing: She loves who?
Charlize said the four words that got everybody's attention:
" I need your help."
"With what? You got a mission for us or something?" Heero said unhappily. It had been a couple years since he had said he would not kill again and now they were all preventers.
Charlize shook her head slowly. "No. Not exactly. And I would prefer if you guys would stop looking at me," her voice rising in annoyance in the last words.
"Whoa," Duo said quietly. "Easy girl…"
What is with this girl? She must have an angle, she must, but what is it? No one barges in here and says 'I need your help' with a reason. Why can't I figure her our, Trowa wondered. Some thing inside the girl troubled him and he didn't know why.
It seemed as if Charlize only paid any attention to Heero, like no one else was there. Heero noticed. While Wufei ranted on, and on about women being weak, she fought to not get offended. Man, how happy it would make Charlize if Wufei got a taste of his own medicine. They talked for hours, and Heero was beginning to warm up to her. Little did he know that Charlize had a bigger problem than what she was telling him.
The wind and fog chilled Charlize's skin; she walked at a brisk pace to the popular nightclub, Pleasurez. She did not like the thought of going back to that hellhole, and hated the man who owned both it and her. He was the one who forced her to meet her soon to be saviors. Aww. She loved those five boys already, even though Wufei got on her nerves. As she walked closer to the tall building, Charlize dreaded the thought of going back to him.
"Aww, my dear Charlize, you have returned," in the dim light we could see long strands of blonde hair shimmer. "How did it go?"
Charlize's voice hardened, and she tired to act amused. "They didn't even know what hit them."
"Good. And Phase I?" the man proved to be the one and only (dun dun dun) Zechs/ Milliardo Peacecraft.
"Complete."
"Good, good. And how about Heero?"
Charlize found herself smiling at the name, and stopped. You stupid girl, the voice inside her head snarled. Remember what happened with the last one? Yes, she thought. The voice was referring to the first and last man Charlize fell in love with: Christen McGregor. He was a gorgeous boy, with jet-black hair and deep, loving blue eyes. Her master had a terrible obsession with her and had forbidden her to go out with anybody. For three wonderful months Christen and Charlize hid their love from him, those were the good old days, before her job got difficult. Her world revolved around Christen, and still does. But someone tipped off Zechs and to put it simply, Christen was never heard of again. Her whole world was turned upside down when news came about Christen. After his death, she changed her last name from Smiths to McGregor. Late at night she'd cry herself to sleep, for she never got over him. And the words that he had told her before his disappearance, "Please never forget about me, let me live on in your heart," haunted her. She could never forget Christen; he was the only man who ever loved her for her, something no man did. Regards of what she did for a living he loved her, and that was that mattered.
"You wont have worry about him for awhile. Master? May I ask you something?"
"Sure, what?"
"Weren't you one of the preventers? Like Heero?"
Zechs' face darkened. "Yeah, so?"
"Why are you doing this? Aren't you supposed to stop people like you? Why this? Why now?"
"Enough. Do I have to explain myself to you??"
"Yes."
The blonde man took in a deep breath. "If you must know, I am a preventer."
What?! Charlize thought. How can you possibly be a good and a bad guy at the same time?? It is possible? I'm so confused….
"That's enough questions for now. Your next client is here, and he's been here awhile. So you better hurry up! And get ready!" Charlize nodded, and ran off.
Tina Wyoming, one of the other girls who worked at Pleasurez, helped Charlize dress. Tina was fitting a small white shirt and sweatpants.
"Name," Charlize requested.
"Harold Guyata. Age: 65. Single and a loser when it comes to love/women, so don't expect him to a good kisser. Shy, needs a strong and willing/stupid woman." Tina spoke of him as if he were nothing but a toy.
Charlize laughed. "What. Now you're saying I'm stupid/gay? Anyways, his type is…"
"Flaming Temptress."
"Okie dokie."
Meanwhile, Harold sat in the red velvet room, wondering when the infamous jewel would come. He was wearing a black tuxedo (its always best to make a good first impression Harold always said) that fitted his large belly. Maybe she'll like him. Naw, she's paid to act like she likes him. The thought saddened the brunette.
After ten more minutes she finally arrived. Her long dark red hair lay majestically on her shoulders. Charlize was wearing a long blue dress, which showed off her curves, and the low-cut top half gave some cleavage.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I had to freshen up."
"Keep me waiting? Isn't it in your job description that your supposed to keep lonely men like me waiting?" Harold chuckled.
Charlize smiled and tried to laugh but no sound escaped her lips. Her heart felt like it was being pulled in every direction.
"What would you like to do? I'm up for anything. New and outrageous! Though I don't really like standing, its not a very good way to make love, but of course that's your decision not mine." Her voice was dark and sexy. Here comes the hardest part, she thought.
"Standing? Never tired it before, if you don't like it we won't try it…"
"No!" Charlize shrieked, her arm outstretched as if to stop traffic. Zechs would have her head on the platter if she didn't do what they wanted her to do. Harold froze and stared at her. "If you want to stand we will," her voice returned to the seductive tone.
"But. I? Ok."
Charlize inwardly braced herself for what was about to happen, it was so hard to make love with another man after having made love with Christen. Harold slowly walked toward her, his heart pounding with each step; this is it, I finally am going to get to sleep with the most beautiful woman on Earth, he thought.
He embraced her, and they began to kiss. Tina wasn't kidding, when she made the prediction, this guy sucks! Charlize pretended to like the way he made love, by groaning and moaning.
"Yes! Oh yes!"
Her heart screamed for mercy, both mind and heart agreed; they wanted him. (AN: not Harold! But Christen, who from now on will be referred as him.)
What is this? Harold thought as he wiped a tear from Charilze's face. He looked at the naked form beneath him; am I hurting her? He asked her, and she looked shocked. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Charlize laughed her seductive laugh, and pulled him close with a kiss.
The moment Harold left, Charlize promptly threw up. She took a shower to rid herself of Harold for now.
"Curse you Christen!" she waved her fist angrily at no one.
She had to see someone and tell him her problems, her pains. She needed him right about now. One other person came to mind, although she played him like a fool, but he doesn't have to know that, right?
I hope you guys liked this chapter, I know there wasn't much action with the G-Boys but rest assured that they have a big role! Read and Review peps.
Lates: Mi Chelle.
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys but neither do you, but I do own Charlize McGregor.
Oh well. I hope you like the next chapter!
Chapter two of Love is a many splendid thing: She loves who?
Charlize said the four words that got everybody's attention:
" I need your help."
"With what? You got a mission for us or something?" Heero said unhappily. It had been a couple years since he had said he would not kill again and now they were all preventers.
Charlize shook her head slowly. "No. Not exactly. And I would prefer if you guys would stop looking at me," her voice rising in annoyance in the last words.
"Whoa," Duo said quietly. "Easy girl…"
What is with this girl? She must have an angle, she must, but what is it? No one barges in here and says 'I need your help' with a reason. Why can't I figure her our, Trowa wondered. Some thing inside the girl troubled him and he didn't know why.
It seemed as if Charlize only paid any attention to Heero, like no one else was there. Heero noticed. While Wufei ranted on, and on about women being weak, she fought to not get offended. Man, how happy it would make Charlize if Wufei got a taste of his own medicine. They talked for hours, and Heero was beginning to warm up to her. Little did he know that Charlize had a bigger problem than what she was telling him.
The wind and fog chilled Charlize's skin; she walked at a brisk pace to the popular nightclub, Pleasurez. She did not like the thought of going back to that hellhole, and hated the man who owned both it and her. He was the one who forced her to meet her soon to be saviors. Aww. She loved those five boys already, even though Wufei got on her nerves. As she walked closer to the tall building, Charlize dreaded the thought of going back to him.
"Aww, my dear Charlize, you have returned," in the dim light we could see long strands of blonde hair shimmer. "How did it go?"
Charlize's voice hardened, and she tired to act amused. "They didn't even know what hit them."
"Good. And Phase I?" the man proved to be the one and only (dun dun dun) Zechs/ Milliardo Peacecraft.
"Complete."
"Good, good. And how about Heero?"
Charlize found herself smiling at the name, and stopped. You stupid girl, the voice inside her head snarled. Remember what happened with the last one? Yes, she thought. The voice was referring to the first and last man Charlize fell in love with: Christen McGregor. He was a gorgeous boy, with jet-black hair and deep, loving blue eyes. Her master had a terrible obsession with her and had forbidden her to go out with anybody. For three wonderful months Christen and Charlize hid their love from him, those were the good old days, before her job got difficult. Her world revolved around Christen, and still does. But someone tipped off Zechs and to put it simply, Christen was never heard of again. Her whole world was turned upside down when news came about Christen. After his death, she changed her last name from Smiths to McGregor. Late at night she'd cry herself to sleep, for she never got over him. And the words that he had told her before his disappearance, "Please never forget about me, let me live on in your heart," haunted her. She could never forget Christen; he was the only man who ever loved her for her, something no man did. Regards of what she did for a living he loved her, and that was that mattered.
"You wont have worry about him for awhile. Master? May I ask you something?"
"Sure, what?"
"Weren't you one of the preventers? Like Heero?"
Zechs' face darkened. "Yeah, so?"
"Why are you doing this? Aren't you supposed to stop people like you? Why this? Why now?"
"Enough. Do I have to explain myself to you??"
"Yes."
The blonde man took in a deep breath. "If you must know, I am a preventer."
What?! Charlize thought. How can you possibly be a good and a bad guy at the same time?? It is possible? I'm so confused….
"That's enough questions for now. Your next client is here, and he's been here awhile. So you better hurry up! And get ready!" Charlize nodded, and ran off.
Tina Wyoming, one of the other girls who worked at Pleasurez, helped Charlize dress. Tina was fitting a small white shirt and sweatpants.
"Name," Charlize requested.
"Harold Guyata. Age: 65. Single and a loser when it comes to love/women, so don't expect him to a good kisser. Shy, needs a strong and willing/stupid woman." Tina spoke of him as if he were nothing but a toy.
Charlize laughed. "What. Now you're saying I'm stupid/gay? Anyways, his type is…"
"Flaming Temptress."
"Okie dokie."
Meanwhile, Harold sat in the red velvet room, wondering when the infamous jewel would come. He was wearing a black tuxedo (its always best to make a good first impression Harold always said) that fitted his large belly. Maybe she'll like him. Naw, she's paid to act like she likes him. The thought saddened the brunette.
After ten more minutes she finally arrived. Her long dark red hair lay majestically on her shoulders. Charlize was wearing a long blue dress, which showed off her curves, and the low-cut top half gave some cleavage.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I had to freshen up."
"Keep me waiting? Isn't it in your job description that your supposed to keep lonely men like me waiting?" Harold chuckled.
Charlize smiled and tried to laugh but no sound escaped her lips. Her heart felt like it was being pulled in every direction.
"What would you like to do? I'm up for anything. New and outrageous! Though I don't really like standing, its not a very good way to make love, but of course that's your decision not mine." Her voice was dark and sexy. Here comes the hardest part, she thought.
"Standing? Never tired it before, if you don't like it we won't try it…"
"No!" Charlize shrieked, her arm outstretched as if to stop traffic. Zechs would have her head on the platter if she didn't do what they wanted her to do. Harold froze and stared at her. "If you want to stand we will," her voice returned to the seductive tone.
"But. I? Ok."
Charlize inwardly braced herself for what was about to happen, it was so hard to make love with another man after having made love with Christen. Harold slowly walked toward her, his heart pounding with each step; this is it, I finally am going to get to sleep with the most beautiful woman on Earth, he thought.
He embraced her, and they began to kiss. Tina wasn't kidding, when she made the prediction, this guy sucks! Charlize pretended to like the way he made love, by groaning and moaning.
"Yes! Oh yes!"
Her heart screamed for mercy, both mind and heart agreed; they wanted him. (AN: not Harold! But Christen, who from now on will be referred as him.)
What is this? Harold thought as he wiped a tear from Charilze's face. He looked at the naked form beneath him; am I hurting her? He asked her, and she looked shocked. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Charlize laughed her seductive laugh, and pulled him close with a kiss.
The moment Harold left, Charlize promptly threw up. She took a shower to rid herself of Harold for now.
"Curse you Christen!" she waved her fist angrily at no one.
She had to see someone and tell him her problems, her pains. She needed him right about now. One other person came to mind, although she played him like a fool, but he doesn't have to know that, right?
I hope you guys liked this chapter, I know there wasn't much action with the G-Boys but rest assured that they have a big role! Read and Review peps.
Lates: Mi Chelle.