One Star Lit Day
Gundam Wing Warnings: AU, Yaoi, a lime, 1X2, 3X4
By K-Chan
~Disclaimer~
I don't own nuthin' but the story.
For Braided Baby, Poop on a Stick and, as always, Dria.
K-Chan: Tee hee! I got reviews! I'm so happy! *Grabs Wufei and starts to dance a jig*
Wufei: Onna! Cease this foolishness at once!
K-Chan: Reviews! Weeeeee!! *Twirls then dips Wufei*
Wufei: Nataku have mercy on me. No more reviews please!
Chapter 2 - Love?
As the sun broke over the horizon a single figure watched as the bright pinks and oranges bled across the grey pre-dawn sky.
Shining black hair was pulled back into a small ponytail. Large, elegantly slanted eyes observed the Goddesses early morning gift to the world.
His golden skin, the proud features of his face, even the light, graceful way he moved gave evidence to what he was.
Wufei Chang was a Phairy and he was being payed a large amount of money to bring back one spoilt little Prince who'd thought he could run off and get away with it.
Wufei was also a Wrath. A freelance jack-of-all-trades who travelled around the Realm committing theft, murder, spying, protecting, investigating. For the right price of corse. And every so often he would return to Eden to report the goings on of the outside world to the Wrath Leader, who would pass the information on to those it concerned, namely the King.
So, Wufei had had the misfortune to be visiting the Wrath Leader at the precise time the job came in to hunt down the royal pain in the ass.
It wasn't because he was the best, oh no. It was because everyone else was busy with fun assignments, like stealing Lord Greghorems prize racing stallion so he wouldn't beat the Wrath Leader at the Royal Cup next week.
Wufei scowled, he was going to find that little brat and drag him, kicking and screaming, back to his parents. Then he was going to go home and pleasure his wives.
----------~oOo~----------
Quatre lent a bit closer to Duo as they walked down warn forest trail. "Trowa's not happy about me coming, is he?" he whispered.
They'd risen with the sun, it was now almost noon and Trowa had only said four words all morning ("It's time to go.").
Duo looked startled. "What? Why do you think that?"
"Well. he hasn't said much. I was wondering if-"
"Oh?... OHHHH!!" The teen began to laugh. "Naw, this is what Tro-Chan's usually like. He was just feeling pretty talkative last night."
"'Chan,' is that High Mystic?" The blond asked.
"Yup! It's a term of endearment."
Quatre felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. "Oh, so you two are lovers?" He asked, carefully keeping his voice neutral.
"WHAT??" Duo almost tripped over his own feet in surprise.
"Me go out with that stick in the mud? Eww, SICK!! I'm sorry Q-man, there's nothing wrong with Trowa, but it'd be like sleeping with my FATHER!!!" The braided boy clapped his hands over his eyes. "YUCK! Gross mental images!" He cried, shuddering.
"I. I don't understand." Quatre admitted.
"Trowa's been lookin' after me ever since I was a little kid. He spent a lot of time getting me out of trouble, when my parents couldn't care less."
"Oh." Said the smaller boy, trying to hide his relief.
Duo grinned but didn't say anything because he had spotted the Dryad.
"Hey Tro! What's up?"
Trowa tore his eyes away the little blond, focusing his attention on his braided companion. "There's a town ahead, pretty big. I suggest we keep moving." Quatre nodded in agreement.
"No," Murmured Duo, his face blank and his eyes glassy. "We go in. There's something we need to do."
"Is Duo a Seer?" Asked the blond in confusion.
"He's a bit of everything." The Dryad answered vaguely before slapping his friend across the face.
"Ouch! Damn, I did it again, didn't I?" Duo smiled sheepishly. "Oh well. We're going into the town, right?"
At his two companions nodded he pulled his lute off his back and began to happily sing while skipping down the track, his braid trailing along behind him like a streamer.
Quatre watched him go. "Err."
"Don't worry, he should have calmed down in about ten minutes."
----------~oOo~----------
Heero looked down at his manacled hands.
GOD! He was so useless. First he some how managed to give some lonely, psychotic Lady the impression that he even liked her, then he must have gotten drunk (even though he didn't drink alcohol) because he certainly didn't remember making any vows of undying love or asking her to marry him. Then when he tried to leave she locked him in her bedroom. THEN when he escaped she somehow managed to find him and (with the help of a dozen guards) dragged him back to her manor.
Heero sighed. It would have been bearable if he'd been locked in some sort of cold damp dungeon. But no, he was back in the crazy Ladies bedroom. Where every thing, from the stuffed animals to the carpet, were all different shades of pink.
It was just his luck that Lady Relena happened to be a mage.
----------~oOo~----------
"Rhymtree?" Duo giggled at the sign.
After waiting ten seconds for his friends Duo decided he was bored and couldn't help but notice the manor gates across the road from the sign. Beyond that was a large manor, made from white stone blocks, its well- tended grass dotted with pink flowers.
Though it wasn't the house that interested Duo but the dark, handsome stranger standing on one of the balconies.
Cobalt blue eyes met violet. Time froze. Everything stood still, save for them.
Duos pulse thrummed in his ears as he stared into the slightly tanned face.
His heart ached to touch that mysterious creature, listen to the music on his voice, smell the exotic scent of his glossy chocolate brown hair, to kiss those soft velvety lips.
Duo lent against the cold iron bars, wishing he could speak to the enchanting teen, if only for a moment.
The teen slowly raised his hand and pressed it against some invisible barrier, wide silver bracelets enclosed both his wrists.
Then he was gone, quickly disappearing inside.
Taking Duos heart with him.
----------~oOo~----------
Quatre looked nervously around the crowded square, obviously uncomfortable around so many people.
"So, um. Where'd Duo go?" He asked quietly.
Trowa shrugged. "He's around. Let's just find an inn and he'll turn up. Always does." He pointed to a clean but poor looking establishment. "This is the type of place we usually stay at. Come."
Quatre spared a quick glance at the sign that read 'The Travelling Lady' before following the Dryad inside.
The innkeeper and his wife were happy to see they had customers. They'd obviously fallen on hard times and looked quite sad when he had to tell Trowa they hadn't the money to pay for minstrels.
"We'll pay for our lodging, food and baths." Said the Dryad. "Playing our instruments costs us nothing but time and breath. Both are free and so are our services."
The wife flapped her apron as she said that they couldn't possibly accept such an offer.
After a few minutes Trowa managed to get them to settle at 5% of the profit made the nights they sang.
Trowa led Quatre up to the room they would be staying in.
"So, uh. what am I supposed to do while you two preform?" Asked the blond shyly, watching the Dryad through lowered lashes as he set the packs neatly in a corner.
Trowa turned around looking mildly surprised. "You do not wish to sing with Duo?"
A faint flush coloured Quatres cheeks. "Oh no! I-I couldn't! I mean I haven't a good enough voice. I'm sure you could find a goat who sung better than me!"
Trowa dropped onto the bed next to the flustered human. "Show me." He said softly, almost a whisper.
"W-What?" Stuttered Quatre, if he hadn't been blushing before, he certainly was now.
"Sing for me?" Breathed Trowa, lightly resting his hand on the blond's delicate wrist.
Gulping and feeling very self-conscious Quatre began to softly sing the first song that came to mind.
"I can't believe you're here with me,
And now it seems my world's complete,
And I never want this moment to end.
I close my eyes and still I see,
My dream's become reality.
And now I know how it feels to be free."
Trowa stared at that angelic face in wonder as a soft heavenly voice filled the room.
He was so beautiful and perfect! Tiny tears gathered at the corner of sparkling turquoise eyes, dampening long dark lashes. Gods! How he wanted to kiss that singing mouth!
He was still touching Quatres wrist. It felt smooth and soft, like warm silk that he could stroke for eternity and never get sick of.
For once his Phai' lust had stopped, as if it too were admiring this piece of perfection sitting in front of them. Trowa still wanted to touch the boy desperately, but for a different reason. was it love?
"I prayed so many nights that you would come my way,
I've waited from my birth to light my darkest day,
I think it's time for you to heed these lines,
'Cause there's some thing I wanna say."
Trowa tilted the blonds' head to face him. Quatre continued to sing.
"I've finally found what I've been looking for.
And now you know I'm gonna love you more.
Hold me tight cause it's always been you.
It's always been you,
To think that you were always there,
To be my friend and wipe away my tears,
And now it's clear that it's always been you."
Gently Trowa brought their lips together. Light blue/green eyes slid shut and Quatre clung helplessly to the Dryads strong shoulders, a single crystal tear travelled down his face.
His lips were so soft and comforting, sending waves of heat through his body. Quatre had never felt anything like this before, and he liked it.
Trowa wrapped one arm around slender hips. His other hand travelled up to stroke a soft cheek and brush feathery locks.
Pulling back Trowa gave the human a smile that lit up his entire face.
"I doubt that I've heard a bird that could mach your voice, let alone a goat." He chuckled.
Quatre smiled and pulled Trowa in for another kiss.
This kiss was a lot better. Some thing warm and wet traced his bottom lip. Shyly Quatre opened his mouth and Trowas tongue slid inside and began to massage his own, causing the little blond to moan.
Their bodies pressed against each other and some how Quatre ended up flat on his back with the taller boy on top.
Trowas hands were everywhere and Quatres head was being pushed into the pillow with the force of his kisses.
The Dryad slid between his thighs and ground against him sending jolts of pleasure through him. Quatres body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and he was mewing helplessly while Trowa nibbled along his jaw.
Duo burst through the unlocked door. "Hey guys! You'll-! WHOOPS!"
The two boys shot apart, crimson faced.
"Well. uh. heh heh heh." The braided boy rubbed the back of his head and scuffed his foot on the wooden floorboards. This had to be one of the most awkward moments of Duos life. Quatre looked ready to die from embarrassment and Trowa looked ready to kill.
He rocked uneasily on his heals. "Eh. I think I'll be making myself scarce for a while. You know. advertise our presence? Yup! That's what I'm doing. I didn't see nuthin'. I'm out advertising!" Rambled the braided boy as he drifted out the door in a strange form of shock.
Trowa began to laugh.
Both embarrassed and delighted at the taller boys laughter, Quatre couldn't help but ask. "What's so funny?"
"His mother once told me that the only time Duo would be quiet was when he was sleeping, and half the time not even that. I guess she was right." He chuckled.
----------~oOo~----------
It took Duo a few minutes to come back to full awareness but when he did he found himself in what appeared to be the town centre.
He turned his woodland brown cloak in-side-out to reveal a mosaic of artfully positioned, brightly coloured patches that gave him a rather comical air.
Smiling happily he beckoned a small group children. Cautiously they wandered over to see what was about.
"Whadda ya want?" Asked the leader of the small troop.
"I am." Duo struck a pose and gave his cloak a flourish. "Duo Maxwell! The greatest Gleeman in all the realm!" The children giggled at his ridiculous pose.
"What kinda Gleeman has a name like Duo Maxwell?" Asked one little girl.
Duo feigned great offence. "A very good one I'll have you know! In fact many great heroes have had strange names. I, myself once met a brave and heroic knight called Sir Tumble-twick Swozzle-stick."
And so Duo acted out the Adventure of Sir Swozzle-stick. The children's laughter drawing a large crowd. The end of the story (Where Tumble-twick marries the beautiful princess) was met with a large round of applause.
"Thank you, thank you!" Bowed Duo. "My companions and I shall be preforming at the 'Travelling Lady'. Thank you."
Deciding it was time to go back to the inn and harass Trowa, Duo Maxwell 'the greatest Gleeman in the Realm' made his leave.
Well? That's it for chapter two. I love this story! ^_^
And don't listen to Wuffie, I do need more reviews. He's just poop on a stick!
Poop On A Stick: Hey! I resent that!
Oh, sorry POAS.
P.S. If you like Digimon fanfics read 'Ice on my fingers'. Dria was upset cause she thinks no one likes it. *in a whisper* Don't tell her, but it's one of my fav stories!
Gundam Wing Warnings: AU, Yaoi, a lime, 1X2, 3X4
By K-Chan
~Disclaimer~
I don't own nuthin' but the story.
For Braided Baby, Poop on a Stick and, as always, Dria.
K-Chan: Tee hee! I got reviews! I'm so happy! *Grabs Wufei and starts to dance a jig*
Wufei: Onna! Cease this foolishness at once!
K-Chan: Reviews! Weeeeee!! *Twirls then dips Wufei*
Wufei: Nataku have mercy on me. No more reviews please!
Chapter 2 - Love?
As the sun broke over the horizon a single figure watched as the bright pinks and oranges bled across the grey pre-dawn sky.
Shining black hair was pulled back into a small ponytail. Large, elegantly slanted eyes observed the Goddesses early morning gift to the world.
His golden skin, the proud features of his face, even the light, graceful way he moved gave evidence to what he was.
Wufei Chang was a Phairy and he was being payed a large amount of money to bring back one spoilt little Prince who'd thought he could run off and get away with it.
Wufei was also a Wrath. A freelance jack-of-all-trades who travelled around the Realm committing theft, murder, spying, protecting, investigating. For the right price of corse. And every so often he would return to Eden to report the goings on of the outside world to the Wrath Leader, who would pass the information on to those it concerned, namely the King.
So, Wufei had had the misfortune to be visiting the Wrath Leader at the precise time the job came in to hunt down the royal pain in the ass.
It wasn't because he was the best, oh no. It was because everyone else was busy with fun assignments, like stealing Lord Greghorems prize racing stallion so he wouldn't beat the Wrath Leader at the Royal Cup next week.
Wufei scowled, he was going to find that little brat and drag him, kicking and screaming, back to his parents. Then he was going to go home and pleasure his wives.
----------~oOo~----------
Quatre lent a bit closer to Duo as they walked down warn forest trail. "Trowa's not happy about me coming, is he?" he whispered.
They'd risen with the sun, it was now almost noon and Trowa had only said four words all morning ("It's time to go.").
Duo looked startled. "What? Why do you think that?"
"Well. he hasn't said much. I was wondering if-"
"Oh?... OHHHH!!" The teen began to laugh. "Naw, this is what Tro-Chan's usually like. He was just feeling pretty talkative last night."
"'Chan,' is that High Mystic?" The blond asked.
"Yup! It's a term of endearment."
Quatre felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. "Oh, so you two are lovers?" He asked, carefully keeping his voice neutral.
"WHAT??" Duo almost tripped over his own feet in surprise.
"Me go out with that stick in the mud? Eww, SICK!! I'm sorry Q-man, there's nothing wrong with Trowa, but it'd be like sleeping with my FATHER!!!" The braided boy clapped his hands over his eyes. "YUCK! Gross mental images!" He cried, shuddering.
"I. I don't understand." Quatre admitted.
"Trowa's been lookin' after me ever since I was a little kid. He spent a lot of time getting me out of trouble, when my parents couldn't care less."
"Oh." Said the smaller boy, trying to hide his relief.
Duo grinned but didn't say anything because he had spotted the Dryad.
"Hey Tro! What's up?"
Trowa tore his eyes away the little blond, focusing his attention on his braided companion. "There's a town ahead, pretty big. I suggest we keep moving." Quatre nodded in agreement.
"No," Murmured Duo, his face blank and his eyes glassy. "We go in. There's something we need to do."
"Is Duo a Seer?" Asked the blond in confusion.
"He's a bit of everything." The Dryad answered vaguely before slapping his friend across the face.
"Ouch! Damn, I did it again, didn't I?" Duo smiled sheepishly. "Oh well. We're going into the town, right?"
At his two companions nodded he pulled his lute off his back and began to happily sing while skipping down the track, his braid trailing along behind him like a streamer.
Quatre watched him go. "Err."
"Don't worry, he should have calmed down in about ten minutes."
----------~oOo~----------
Heero looked down at his manacled hands.
GOD! He was so useless. First he some how managed to give some lonely, psychotic Lady the impression that he even liked her, then he must have gotten drunk (even though he didn't drink alcohol) because he certainly didn't remember making any vows of undying love or asking her to marry him. Then when he tried to leave she locked him in her bedroom. THEN when he escaped she somehow managed to find him and (with the help of a dozen guards) dragged him back to her manor.
Heero sighed. It would have been bearable if he'd been locked in some sort of cold damp dungeon. But no, he was back in the crazy Ladies bedroom. Where every thing, from the stuffed animals to the carpet, were all different shades of pink.
It was just his luck that Lady Relena happened to be a mage.
----------~oOo~----------
"Rhymtree?" Duo giggled at the sign.
After waiting ten seconds for his friends Duo decided he was bored and couldn't help but notice the manor gates across the road from the sign. Beyond that was a large manor, made from white stone blocks, its well- tended grass dotted with pink flowers.
Though it wasn't the house that interested Duo but the dark, handsome stranger standing on one of the balconies.
Cobalt blue eyes met violet. Time froze. Everything stood still, save for them.
Duos pulse thrummed in his ears as he stared into the slightly tanned face.
His heart ached to touch that mysterious creature, listen to the music on his voice, smell the exotic scent of his glossy chocolate brown hair, to kiss those soft velvety lips.
Duo lent against the cold iron bars, wishing he could speak to the enchanting teen, if only for a moment.
The teen slowly raised his hand and pressed it against some invisible barrier, wide silver bracelets enclosed both his wrists.
Then he was gone, quickly disappearing inside.
Taking Duos heart with him.
----------~oOo~----------
Quatre looked nervously around the crowded square, obviously uncomfortable around so many people.
"So, um. Where'd Duo go?" He asked quietly.
Trowa shrugged. "He's around. Let's just find an inn and he'll turn up. Always does." He pointed to a clean but poor looking establishment. "This is the type of place we usually stay at. Come."
Quatre spared a quick glance at the sign that read 'The Travelling Lady' before following the Dryad inside.
The innkeeper and his wife were happy to see they had customers. They'd obviously fallen on hard times and looked quite sad when he had to tell Trowa they hadn't the money to pay for minstrels.
"We'll pay for our lodging, food and baths." Said the Dryad. "Playing our instruments costs us nothing but time and breath. Both are free and so are our services."
The wife flapped her apron as she said that they couldn't possibly accept such an offer.
After a few minutes Trowa managed to get them to settle at 5% of the profit made the nights they sang.
Trowa led Quatre up to the room they would be staying in.
"So, uh. what am I supposed to do while you two preform?" Asked the blond shyly, watching the Dryad through lowered lashes as he set the packs neatly in a corner.
Trowa turned around looking mildly surprised. "You do not wish to sing with Duo?"
A faint flush coloured Quatres cheeks. "Oh no! I-I couldn't! I mean I haven't a good enough voice. I'm sure you could find a goat who sung better than me!"
Trowa dropped onto the bed next to the flustered human. "Show me." He said softly, almost a whisper.
"W-What?" Stuttered Quatre, if he hadn't been blushing before, he certainly was now.
"Sing for me?" Breathed Trowa, lightly resting his hand on the blond's delicate wrist.
Gulping and feeling very self-conscious Quatre began to softly sing the first song that came to mind.
"I can't believe you're here with me,
And now it seems my world's complete,
And I never want this moment to end.
I close my eyes and still I see,
My dream's become reality.
And now I know how it feels to be free."
Trowa stared at that angelic face in wonder as a soft heavenly voice filled the room.
He was so beautiful and perfect! Tiny tears gathered at the corner of sparkling turquoise eyes, dampening long dark lashes. Gods! How he wanted to kiss that singing mouth!
He was still touching Quatres wrist. It felt smooth and soft, like warm silk that he could stroke for eternity and never get sick of.
For once his Phai' lust had stopped, as if it too were admiring this piece of perfection sitting in front of them. Trowa still wanted to touch the boy desperately, but for a different reason. was it love?
"I prayed so many nights that you would come my way,
I've waited from my birth to light my darkest day,
I think it's time for you to heed these lines,
'Cause there's some thing I wanna say."
Trowa tilted the blonds' head to face him. Quatre continued to sing.
"I've finally found what I've been looking for.
And now you know I'm gonna love you more.
Hold me tight cause it's always been you.
It's always been you,
To think that you were always there,
To be my friend and wipe away my tears,
And now it's clear that it's always been you."
Gently Trowa brought their lips together. Light blue/green eyes slid shut and Quatre clung helplessly to the Dryads strong shoulders, a single crystal tear travelled down his face.
His lips were so soft and comforting, sending waves of heat through his body. Quatre had never felt anything like this before, and he liked it.
Trowa wrapped one arm around slender hips. His other hand travelled up to stroke a soft cheek and brush feathery locks.
Pulling back Trowa gave the human a smile that lit up his entire face.
"I doubt that I've heard a bird that could mach your voice, let alone a goat." He chuckled.
Quatre smiled and pulled Trowa in for another kiss.
This kiss was a lot better. Some thing warm and wet traced his bottom lip. Shyly Quatre opened his mouth and Trowas tongue slid inside and began to massage his own, causing the little blond to moan.
Their bodies pressed against each other and some how Quatre ended up flat on his back with the taller boy on top.
Trowas hands were everywhere and Quatres head was being pushed into the pillow with the force of his kisses.
The Dryad slid between his thighs and ground against him sending jolts of pleasure through him. Quatres body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and he was mewing helplessly while Trowa nibbled along his jaw.
Duo burst through the unlocked door. "Hey guys! You'll-! WHOOPS!"
The two boys shot apart, crimson faced.
"Well. uh. heh heh heh." The braided boy rubbed the back of his head and scuffed his foot on the wooden floorboards. This had to be one of the most awkward moments of Duos life. Quatre looked ready to die from embarrassment and Trowa looked ready to kill.
He rocked uneasily on his heals. "Eh. I think I'll be making myself scarce for a while. You know. advertise our presence? Yup! That's what I'm doing. I didn't see nuthin'. I'm out advertising!" Rambled the braided boy as he drifted out the door in a strange form of shock.
Trowa began to laugh.
Both embarrassed and delighted at the taller boys laughter, Quatre couldn't help but ask. "What's so funny?"
"His mother once told me that the only time Duo would be quiet was when he was sleeping, and half the time not even that. I guess she was right." He chuckled.
----------~oOo~----------
It took Duo a few minutes to come back to full awareness but when he did he found himself in what appeared to be the town centre.
He turned his woodland brown cloak in-side-out to reveal a mosaic of artfully positioned, brightly coloured patches that gave him a rather comical air.
Smiling happily he beckoned a small group children. Cautiously they wandered over to see what was about.
"Whadda ya want?" Asked the leader of the small troop.
"I am." Duo struck a pose and gave his cloak a flourish. "Duo Maxwell! The greatest Gleeman in all the realm!" The children giggled at his ridiculous pose.
"What kinda Gleeman has a name like Duo Maxwell?" Asked one little girl.
Duo feigned great offence. "A very good one I'll have you know! In fact many great heroes have had strange names. I, myself once met a brave and heroic knight called Sir Tumble-twick Swozzle-stick."
And so Duo acted out the Adventure of Sir Swozzle-stick. The children's laughter drawing a large crowd. The end of the story (Where Tumble-twick marries the beautiful princess) was met with a large round of applause.
"Thank you, thank you!" Bowed Duo. "My companions and I shall be preforming at the 'Travelling Lady'. Thank you."
Deciding it was time to go back to the inn and harass Trowa, Duo Maxwell 'the greatest Gleeman in the Realm' made his leave.
Well? That's it for chapter two. I love this story! ^_^
And don't listen to Wuffie, I do need more reviews. He's just poop on a stick!
Poop On A Stick: Hey! I resent that!
Oh, sorry POAS.
P.S. If you like Digimon fanfics read 'Ice on my fingers'. Dria was upset cause she thinks no one likes it. *in a whisper* Don't tell her, but it's one of my fav stories!