Standard disclaimers for Gundam Wing apply. All the etc. of
Anita Blake and its characters are owned by Laurell K. Hamilton,
not me. "Of Wolf and Man" belongs to Metallica. Suing is pointless; it'll
only get you a half-full caffeine-free Pepsi and the rock I just found in
my shoe.
Warnings: Language, lots there of. Mild shounen ai. ::pause:: Hmmm… If
lemons contain sex, and limes are slightly milder, where do oranges and
grapefruits fit in?
Notes: This is the revised-revised version of Part 2. That spot of
third-person was just bothering me, and thanks to some agreeing comments
from very nice people, I decided to fix it. Hah, it's been fixed!
::sweatdrop:: Ya know…that sounds really bad if you take it in
the wrong context.
Posted: May 2000
Revised: August 2002
I had just finished getting my hair up into a high ponytail when
someone began pounding on the door. I was just about to ask who it was
when the person yelled at me through the door.
"Hey, moron, open up the damn door!"
I rolled my eyes. I swear, sometimes I think Wufei has a worse mouth
than I do. Scratch that; I know he has a worse mouth than I do.
"Hold your horses, Wu-man, I'm coming!" I called back, running the brush
through my hair one last time. I undid the bolt on the door, pulling it
back and blinking in surprise. "Wufei?!"
Fuck me running already, will ya? I think I've had all the goddamn
surprises I can have for one night. Not that Wufei in black leather and
silver mesh is a bad surprise, mind you. Hell, he'd even left his
hair down and had glitter on his face. Upon further inspection, I
discovered he wore the earrings with tear-shaped jet beads on silver hoops
that I'd given him for his last birthday. The sleeves of his mesh shirt
were short enough to show off to advantage the intricate black dragon
tattoo that wrapped around his right upper arm. It was a good colour
scheme for him, silver and black, and I was sure that the nightclub crowd
would appreciate it. Of course, I hadn't thought that Wufei would really
know how to blend into a club like the Unseelie Court.
As my rapidly blinking eyes were telling me, I was really way off base
with that assumption. Assumption…ass…yep, that whole correlation was
fitting at the moment.
I felt a little better as I registered the fact that Wufei was doing a
little bit of gaping himself. "You like?" I asked with a grin, doing a
little catwalk turn that left my hair swinging wildly at my back. I can't
help it if I look good in purple silk and silver leather; really, I
can't.
After Heero, Wufei was probably my next best friend. His short person
complex is bigger than mine, even though he's taller than me; he's got a
mouth equal to my own or worse, since he knows more languages; his sarcasm
puts Dorothy Catalonia—known amongst ourselves as the Evil Priestess of
Seriamaius—to shame; he's got a great music collection; and his sense of
humour is unparalleled in bizarreness. Let me tell ya; 'Mr. Justice' can
sing a mean rendition of 'Living Dead Girl' when he's sloshed. And hey, if
you can't pose in front of your friends, who can you pose in front of?
"Funny, Maxwell," Wufei snorted, pushing past me into the room and
shutting the door. Then, after a moment in which I was starting to feel
like a specimen on the lab table as he just stared at me, "Duo, what the
hell did you do to your hair? It's straight, and it's dark."
"Oh, that." I gave Wufei a grin as I pulled the tail of hair over my
shoulder. "Believe it or not, my hair's naturally straight as a board. It
only looks wavy most of the time because I braid it so much."[1.]
"That doesn't explain the hair colour," Wufei said with a raised
eyebrow. "Did you go to all the trouble of dying it just for tonight?"
I shook my head, moving to my bed to grab my jacket. "Nah. Before I
came to Earth, I dyed my hair to the lighter brown colour you're used to.
I was pretty well known back on L-2 as a terrorist working for the
colonies, so I decided to play it safe."
"It obviously wasn't permanent," he drawled, placing his hands on his
hips.
I gaped at him in pretended shock. "How dare you suggest such a thing!
As if I'd submit my hair to such awful things as permanent hair colour."
Then I grinned again, pulling my hair out of my jacket and tossing it over
my shoulder. "It's been a real pain in the ass to keep dying it every
three weeks, not to mention the fact damned expensive. I have to use three
boxes of hair dye on this mane of mine, you know."
Wufei smirked and shook his head. "Who'd have thought that Duo Maxwell
would turn out to be a red head." He ran a hand through his own inky,
shoulder-length locks, tugging one of the longer strands that insisted
upon falling into his eyes behind his ear.
"Dark auburn, please," I said primly. "Redheads are notoriously bad
tempered and I'm very amiable, you have to admit."
Wufei snorted. "Whatever. Here, I got the equipment from Trowa earlier
today," he said, handing me the tiny mike and earpiece that we'd use to
keep in touch.
I attached the mike to the inside of my collar and slid the earpiece
into my left ear. "Are we all set then?" I asked.
Wufei glanced around the room, then back at me, sloe eyes raking me
over from head to foot intently. "I don't know. Are you armed?"
Yeah, I suppose that with as skimpy as my shirt was and as tight as my
pants were it seemed like I was unarmed. If I weren't a Gundam pilot. Ch',
sometimes I think that they don't give me even a quarter of the credit I
deserve. And besides; Wufei, of all people, should have known better.
I rolled my eyes, letting out a deep sigh as I slipped my jewellery
on. Wufei just glared at me. Finally, I relented and gave into him,
spieling off a vocal list. "Duo Maxwell is always armed, Wufei. There's a
knife in each boot, throwing knives under the first strip of leather of
each forearm bracer, the ring on my right hand contains an extremely nasty
acid, the chain around my hips makes a wonderful garrotte, and I am
proficient in six different forms of hand to hand combat." I paused for
breath, then added as I slipped the silver chain around my neck and its
pendant under my shirt, "And I have my cross."
Wufei, who was looking momentarily stunned—and extremely
glassy-eyed—by my running monologue, finally asked, "What's the cross
for?"
I smiled mischievously, reaching to pinch his cheek before darting
towards the door and dancing out into the hallway before he could react.
"Just in case of vampires, Wu-man. Just in case of vampires."
The Unseelie Court was your typical '90's After Colony dance club.
Okay, okay…maybe it was a little more on the dark and morbid side than
even I was used to, but after a few moments of standing in the darkness
under the flickering light of the strobes, I was beginning to
adjust.
I think.
Wufei grabbed my arm and motioned to the back corner of the coat
closet. I followed him in, taking my coat off and hanging it up along with
his. "So what's the plan?" I asked softly, my eyes darting around to make
sure that there were no observers. Clean sweep. It wasn't like people were
in the habit of loitering around the coatrooms or anything, but you could
never be too sure.
"Well, we can do this one of two ways," Wufei said equally as soft.
"We can pretend to be a couple—"
I couldn't help but interrupt that one. "Would you really do that,
Wufei?" I purred, twining an arm around his waist, blinking my wide violet
eyes up at him coquettishly. Along with my hair, my eyes are one of my few
vanities, and I'd played them up as much as possible tonight. I'd lined
them with black pencil and brushed on both purple and silver eyeshadow.
Unlike some other people I'd met throughout my life, I didn't bother with
mascara to darken my lashes. I used some clear mascara to define them
better, but my eyelashes are already long, thick, and black.
Wufei's lips twitched, a slender black eyebrow arching as he brushed
silky black hair from his eyes. "Can't you ever behave, Maxwell?"
I grinned, pulling my arm back and stretching both of them far above
my head. "Not around you, I'm afraid." I can't help teasing Wufei. He's
just so cute when disgruntled. If it wasn't for Heero, I could easily have
fallen for Wufei. Good-looking, sensitive, has a sense of humour, no real
job security, but that could be overlooked…did I mention good-looking?
"Or Yuy," I heard him mutter. "Our other choice is to go in
separately."
I absently played with the chain around my hips as I thought, mulling
the choices over. "Let's go in separately," I said after a moment. "It
will give us more manoeuvrability, a better chance to mingle and catch our
arms dealer."
"That's what I thought," Wufei said in agreement. "How do we want to
split up?"
"That depends upon your alcohol tolerance—or your slight of hand
abilities," I added as an after thought. Trowa had been teaching us all
these little slight of hand tricks that could come in handy, but I was
having a hell of a time mastering them. It was sickening how easy they
were for everyone else—including Quatre—to accomplish.
Wufei grimaced. "You know all about my alcohol tolerances, Duo."
Yeah, I'd discovered those a few months after we'd met. Wufei had
matched me drink for drink and was still able to talk coherently after two
bottles of blueberry schnapps, a bottle of BV with coke, and I think—don't
quote me on this, okay; I was really, really ploughed—a couple of beers
after that. Granted he couldn't walk worth a damn afterward—Heero and I
had to carry him to his bed—but he could still quote Chinese proverbs and
the entire Gay/Bisexual Rights Amendment without a single slur. Now
that takes talent. His abilities to sing Rob Zombie under the
influence developed later.
"I'll take the bar," he said after a moment. "You're better at
mingling with the crowd that will be out there on the dance floor."
I grinned at his tone. "Yeah, we all know how you hate to socialise,
Wu-man. Just make sure you keep me updated. I don't want you to leave me
out there to be fondled by some guy old enough to be my grandfather just
because you forgot to tell me that you'd already found our man."
"I would never do that to you," Wufei protested innocently, though
with the shit eating grin plastered on his face he was far from
convincing. What'd I tell you about his sense of humour?
"You just keep telling yourself that, Wufei," I sighed, shaking my
head. "Anyway, if you don't hear anything in the next two hours or so, let
me know and we'll pack it in, all right?"
"Understood." Wufei nodded his head and slipped from the coatroom,
heading back out into the darkness.
"By the way," he added into the mike, "I'm thinking about remodelling
my sparsely-decorated, ramshackle, partially destroyed-looking room. I
think it needs a woman's touch." He paused and I cringed, just waiting for
whatever degrading thing he was going to say, smacking my forehead with
the heel of my hand when it came. "…Care to have a crack at it?"[2]
"Wu-man, one of these days I'm going to take you off of the angel dust
and get you on Prozac," I muttered back at him.
With another sigh of disgust for his sense of humour I left the
coatroom, glancing about at all of the bodies that decorated the room. I
used to love coming to places like this, riding the adrenaline high I got
for all it was worth. Sure, it didn't always end pretty for me, but I was
used to not getting pretty. Sometimes you had to settle for the less than
attractive to get somewhere in life.
Yuck, depressing thoughts. Hell, if I kept thinking like this, my
whole night was going to be shot. I looked up, spotting a curvaceous
blonde at the edge of the crowd who was looking in my direction. Sure the
blonde was fake, but she was good-looking and alone. And her dark blue
eyes reminded me a little bit of Heero. What can I say; I've always been a
bit of a masochist.
Letting my prize-winning seductive smile slide onto my face, I crossed
the floor towards her to ask her to dance.
Brushing my bangs back from in front of my eyes, I grimaced when my
fingers met with the sticky wetness of sweat. I'd only been dancing for an
hour maybe and already I was sweating like a horse. Hn. Must be losing my
edge.
I glanced out across the dance floor and its sea of people towards the
bar, noticing with a frown that Wufei had disappeared once again. The
first time he'd disappeared was when he'd trailed a small group of
suspicious young men early on in the evening, and when he'd come back, the
only thing he'd said was that they were one fucked up group of kids. I'd
seen him chatting up a woman and her girlfriend a little later and he'd
pretty much said the exact same thing once they'd left. Of course, he
hadn't bothered to tell me just what was so weird. He'd just tell me that
he hadn't heard anything about the arms deal and return to tossing back
the drinks that people were buying him.
I snorted, shaking my head. I'd overheard by chance about the arms
deal going down at the Unseelie Court. Wufei had thought I was off my
rocker when I'd gone to him with the details and asked for his help. After
all, arms deals just did not go down in dance clubs. It was like
some sort of unwritten law in the terrorist and arms dealers book of
etiquette or something.
But Wufei had agreed to come with me anyway, for which I was most
grateful—not that I'd ever tell him that. I hadn't thought that Heero
would be able to blend in—yeah, I know I'd already been proven wrong on
that matter, but that's beside the point—Trowa was out of the question
just on the basis that Quatre would have killed me, and I was still more
than a little pissed at Quatre over the whole sleeping shit in my coffee
incident.
Although, I mulled, Quatre and I were on speaking terms again. And,
really, I should probably thank the little neo-hippie punk since his
herbal stuff did save my life, pretty much. And Wufei…I owe Wufei
so much that I can't even begin to express it fully. I was an ungrateful
bastard to him, during those two week before Heero's return, and I never
did thank him for sticking by me through it all.
Really, Wufei…really, you are my best friend, aren't you?
Almost as if by some unseen call I looked up—like up towards the
rafters and ceiling up—and to the far right in time to catch Wufei's
leather-clad derriere slide back inside of the dance club through the
window. My eyes widened briefly in surprise as I glanced around a bit
wildly, wondering if anyone else had seen him make his entrance.
Thankfully no-one seemed to have noticed.
I backed up slightly to lean against the wall, crossing my arms over
my chest and planting one foot against the wall. Once I was sure that
no-one was close enough to hear me and that the shadows hid from view
relatively well, I decided it was safe to ask Wufei just what the hell it
was he'd been doing.
"Not that I'm complaining," I said dryly, "because it was a rather
mouth-watering view, but just what was it that you were doing?"
There was a pause before Wufei replied, and even though I couldn't see
him because of the throng of dancers, I could just envision the scowl he
was no doubt wearing on his cute face.
Wufei sighed over the earpiece. "Maxwell, you have better things to be
doing than looking at my ass."
I grinned, eyes narrowing as they continued to sweep across the dance
floor for anyone suspicious. "But it's such a sexy ass, Wu-man," I
returned innocently.
Wufei snorted at that. "Whatever, Maxwell. Anyway, I was following a
boy and girl that I'd overheard mention some more of that weird shit that
I've been hearing about all night."
"Oh?" Even though I knew he couldn't see it, I arched an eyebrow in
query. He really needed to learn to be a bit more specific; people talked
about weird shit all the time—hell, I talked about weird shit all
the time.
"Duo, you're going to need to keep your eyes and ears wide open."
I frowned in confusion, the fingers of my right hand drumming on my
bracers. "Why? What's going on?" I asked quietly.
I caught sight of Wufei standing at the far end of the dance floor,
raking one hand through his unbound hair. "I'm not sure," he said as he
disappeared from my line of sight. "Just keep an ear out for the word
'plasmababy.'"
"Plasmababy?" I repeated incredulously, wondering if I'd hear him
right. "Wu-man, have you had a little to much to drink?" I asked, laughter
threatening to spill free. I mean, with Wufei's sense of humour…
"I'm serious, Duo!" Wufei hissed back sharply. "This could be
important."
I sighed, thumbing the tip of my nose as I thought. Not only was Wufei
serious, he was bothered by whatever strange shit he'd been hearing about.
Well, it wouldn't hurt to be cautious. "All right, all right. We'll do,
Wufei. Incidentally, I heard from an enterprising young man a few minutes
ago that our arms deal might have been moved to a nearby warehouse. Do you
still want to case the club?"
There was another pregnant silence in which Wufei thought it over. I
began to fidget in impatience; I was not a creature made to sit or stand
still for very long. "Yes," Wufei said softly at last, voice firm. "I have
a feeling that whatever these 'plasmababies' are, they're more important
to find out about than that fucking arms deal. Let OZ and the Treize
Faction blow each other to hell and back; this sounds a lot more sinister
and deadly. I'll be sure to let you know if I hear anything more."
I bit at my lower lip as I digested all of this. Wufei was so serious
about this shit that it scared me more than a little—hell, it probably had
him scared too. "I understand," I murmured in reply.
I detached myself from the shadows and began to head out to the dance
floor once again. I changed my mind halfway there and began to head for
the small side bar instead, hoping for something to wet my dry mouth and
throat. On my way there, I began to wonder about what Wufei had said. What
kind of stuff was he talking about? I'd never heard of something as
strange as 'plasmababies' before in my life. And let me tell you, I've
been around the block a couple hundred times; I've heard plenty of strange
shit.
With a quickly plastered on smile, I managed to plead dry throat—which
was more than true—to the guy that asked me to dance. It might not look
like it, but dancing the way I do is thirsty work.
From the scent wafting from the glass I snagged, it seemed that
someone had spiked the juice supply. Not that it's a big surprise or
anything, and it was barely detectable—but, then again, we Gundam pilots
are Newtypes, possessed of senses that others don't have. I was probably
the only person that could tell there was anything alcoholic in there by
scent. Still, I'd need to be sure to have my wits about me tonight…
Oh, what the hell! I tossed the drink back, grabbing another and
tossing it back as well. I've often noticed that people open up more
around a tipsy person. Besides; I kept having this serious case of deja vu
every time I looked around the room. I kept thinking that I saw
Heero slinking around among the bodies that were out swaying and
flowing together with the music that pulsed over the speakers.
After about three more drinks, I was ready to rejoin the throng on the
dance floor. I was feeling a little bit better thanks to whatever it was
that had been dumped in the punch. From the slightly giddy feeling I was
having and the fact that my tongue was numb, I was guessing
Everclear2.[3]
Making my way to the back of the crowd, I noticed a couple standing
just outside of the shadows. A male and female, both with black hair
though the woman's was curly whereas the man's fell in a tumble of waves.
They were both dressed in almost entirely black, the woman wearing a
scarlet halter-top under her leather vest and the man a silver button down
with a stiff high collar and lace at the end of the sleeves.
I'm not sure what exactly it was about them that grabbed my attention.
Neither one was really looking in my direction, so it was hard to tell
what they looked like. I snuck closer, standing on the fringes of the
dancing masses, trying to get a better look and maybe catch what they were
saying.
From beneath lowered lashes and the fringe of my bangs, I finally got
a glimpse of their faces. Both good-looking, early to mid-twenties, and
both extremely pale. The woman's eyes were dark and smudged with eyeliner,
her lips stained a vivid red that matched her shirt. From the way she held
her chin, the challenge that glinted in her eyes, and the confidence that
seemed to hover about her, I decided that this was no shrinking violet of
a woman. However, when I turned my attention to the man, a chill swept
along my spine. There was something about the man that seemed familiar,
though I was sure I'd never seen the guy before. Believe me, I would have
remembered a face like that. His eyes were a brilliant dark blue, seeming
as though they were lit by some inner fire. His face was beautiful both in
the classic sense and the sensual sense. It was actually hard for me to
decide who was prettier, the woman or the man.
"I don't think he's coming," the woman said softly, her gaze flicking
up to her companion. She was short, though I was guessing she stood taller
than me even without the three-inch heels of her boots.
The man chuckled quietly, the sound playing along my spine like a
caress. "He will be here, ma petite; he will be here."
The woman glared up at him, pinching his forearm; apparently not that
hard, since the man barely even flinched. "I wish that was one thing that
you'd grown out of after all these years; that damned, smug confidence of
yours. It really bothers me."
The man snorted softly, looking at the woman with bright, dark blue
eyes. "Trust me, please. I know that he will be here." Turning his head
away slightly, I heard him whisper, "There are things we all wish would
have changed after all these years."
This was getting interesting. Were they talking about the arms dealer?
I wondered. Some insistent, niggling voice told me that they weren't, and
that if I were smart I would turn away and forget everything that I'd
already heard. That if I heard any more, everything would soon change even
more than it already had; it would be beyond the point of no return.
But I'd never been famous for my brains, and my curiosity was piqued
beyond recall. Far be it for me to ruin my perfect record for landing
myself in the most fucked-up of situations.
The woman sighed and shook her head. "I just don't want this to be
another disappointing wild goose chase for you." From the way she ended
her sentence, it sounded as though they'd had this discussion before. She
also sounded a bit patronising, but that didn't seem to bother her
companion.
The man smiled, eyes lidding half way as he placed a kiss on the
woman's forehead. "I thank you for your concern, Anita, but it isn't
necessary."
"You're are such an arrogant bastard, Jean-Claude. You know
that, don't you?"
The man chuckled again, toying with a lock of blue-black hair that had
slipped over his shoulder. "Ah, but that is why you love me so much, is it
not? Je t'aime éternele, ma petite." His tone was light, teasing,
but I sensed an undercurrent to his words that didn't ring true.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway, I thought I spotted Nathaniel's—"
A new song began to play softly over the speakers, catching my
attention. It was one of my favourite songs; a revamped version of
Metallica's "Of Wolf and Man"' done with a heavy eurobeat. Well, my two
suspects had changed the subject anyway, so it wouldn't matter if I
stopped to dance to just one song, would it?
That's what I thought. Thank you, parliament of Me, Myself, and I, for
agreeing.
Off through the new day's mist I run
Off from the new day's mist
I have come
We shift
Pulsing with the earth
Company we
keep
Roaming the land while you sleep
I slipped out onto the floor, closing my eyes as I let the pulse of
the music wrap around me. I could feel the press of bodies around me, the
hands that snaked out to touch me as I began to dance. God, there's
nothing I love more than the feel of the beat in my veins. Slowly I slid
my hands up my body, holding my arms above my head as the beat took off.
Shape shift — nose to the wind
Shape shift — feeling I've
been
Move swift — all senses clean
Earth's gift — back to the
meaning of life
I used to have dreams about the kind of things the song talked about.
Racing under the darkness of the moon, the song of the earth singing in my
veins. Except in my dreams, I'm a lithe panther instead of being a wolf,
stalking through the heated jungle in search of my prey. I felt my tongue
dart out from between my teeth to lick my dry lips at that thought.
Bright is the moon high in starlight
Chill is the air cold as
steel tonight
We shift
Call of the wild
Fear in your eyes
It's
later than you realized
I'm used to being touched by other people when I'm out on the floor.
It just happens. Hands stray here and there, along with hips and groins.
But when a pair of hands grasped my hips and pulled my backside flush with
a very masculine body, my eyes flew open, hands reaching for the ones that
clutched my hips. "You je—"
Lips softly brushed against the juncture of my neck, startling me,
breaking me off mid-word. Of course, what came next startled me even
more.
"You smell good, Duo."
Eyes wide, I turned my head slightly in stunned disbelief to stare at
my accoster. Half-lidded, dark prussian blue, hungry-looking eyes
gazed back at me, the lips which had just kissed my neck curved into a
small, sensual smile. "Hee-Heero?" I stuttered in disbelief. I felt like
I'd just been hit by a fucking semi-truck. Head on. Driving at over Mach
4. Without an airbag.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Duo has died and gone to heaven. Or hell.
As long as Heero was there, who really cared?
"Of course," Heero continued softly, eyes holding mine as he bent to
lick a slow trail up my neck to my earlobe, which he took between his
teeth, nibbling gently, "you taste even better."
Breathe. Breathe, Maxwell, breathe! It was hard to remember coherent
thoughts, even the all-important ones such as breathing. One thing was for
sure, my heart sure as hell hadn't forgotten how to beat! But what the
hell was Heero doing here, of all places? And just what the hell was he
doing to me?
"Um, Heero…what are you doing?" I managed to gasp out. Heero wasn't
exactly helping me to keep proper thought going. He continued to hold me
against him, swaying with the music and grinding into me ever so subtly.
Funny, I'd never thought of Heero and 'seductive' as synonymous.
Heero chuckled softly, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to
stand on end. "Keeping a low profile, mon petit," he whispered
against the side of my neck.
What the fuck was he talking about? Keeping a low profile for what?
"Heero, I don't know what you think you're doing, but—"
"Shhh," he murmured, fingers digging into my hips to emphasise the
command. Then, when I was about ready to turn around and back hand him,
"Do you see that couple over there in the corner? The two with the black
hair?"
Oh, yeah. Those two. "Yep. Saw them, heard them, got bored. Why?" I
asked, still trying to calm my racing heart. Unfortunately, the only
semi-coherent thought running around in my head was 'Shit shit shit shit
shit' with the occasional 'Hot diggity dog!' thrown in. I think I'd heard
that last one on an American cartoon. I think. Like I said, coherency and
I were not friends at the moment.
Heero laughed again, his hands tightening around my hips and pulling
me even closer—if that was actually possible. "Because, Duo, they might
possibly have the information that we want."
Information we wanted? What was Heero talking about? It was Wufei's
and my mission to track down the arms dealer that was supposed to have
shown up at the Unseelie Court.
Seeing that we were getting a couple funny looks, I wrapped one arm up
and around Heero's neck, leaning my head back against his shoulder as I
placed my other hand over one of his. As my fingers brushed through the
thick hair at the back of his neck, I realised that—for Heero—it had
gotten quite long. "What do you mean?" I murmured, continuing to sway
against him. God but this was becoming addictive. Some people are addicted
to LSD, crack, meth, 'shrooms, alcohol. Me? I was addicted to Heero Yuy.
"They didn't say anything about the arms deal."
"I know. They aren't in on the deal, but I think they know someone who
is."
The song ended, but neither Heero nor I were quite ready to untangle
ourselves from one another. Heero continued to nuzzle at my neck,
distracting me when I knew there was something really important I was
trying to remember. "Stop that," I said irritably.
"Why?" Heero asked, his hands starting to travel slowly under my shirt
against bare skin.
I sucked in a breath sharply, turning to give him a heated glare.
"Because I'm trying to think and I can't do that with you distracting me!"
I snapped.
Heero just stared at me, dark blue eyes burning with a curious inner
light. Then, much to my surprise, he smiled. He reached out to brush some
of my bangs aside, gently tracing a finger down the bridge of my nose and
across my bottom lip. "I like your hair; it suits you better."
I blinked dumbly. "S-sankyuu," I stuttered. Shit, I didn't know what
the hell Heero was doing to me—and that frightened me just a little. I
even forgot at the time that I was trying to remember something. It's
really disgusting how easily Heero has me wrapped around his little
finger, all without knowing it.
Then again, maybe he did know it, and he was playing it up for
all it was worth. I made a note to myself to smack him for it later, if
that was indeed the case.
Heero cocked his head to the side as if listening to something, the
smile turning predatory. "Wufei is coming," he said softly. "So let's get
ready to confront our couple over there."
I sighed and shook my head as Heero wrapped an arm around my waist and
began to drag me towards the Goth-looking pair. I made a motion for Wufei
to follow us; I was going to need all the backup I could get with Heero
acting like Lucifer on happy pills, aphrodisiacs, and Prozac. I was
seriously beginning to wonder if I was still asleep.
But then again, even my dreams have never been this fucked up.
I let out another deep sigh, leaning against Heero for support. Yare
yare…
[1.] I have proof! Check out the Episode ZERO manga to see
chibi-Duo with straight hair. I have a shotakon for all of the boys now
thanks to that stupid thing… ::sweatdrops::
[2.] Can anyone name the show this came from? ^_^
[3.] Hey, it's A.C. 195—er, or 196; I haven't decided yet—after all.
Who's to say that they couldn't have come up with a second generation of
Everclear that's twice as strong? It's a scary thought, but someone's got
to ponder it. =^_^=
[Part 3]
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