WYLS
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. Including Yaoi (slash) and het implications.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 2: And a Mexican Sushi Chef (1)
Wufei sighed as he limped into the safe house. His arms, neck, and one cheek were adorned with scratches. And, for what? He still didn't have his script. Still didn't know how that scene was really supposed to end. His thoughts were interrupted by a hyper voice and pounding feet.
"Heeeeroooo! Is that you?" Duo slid around the corner and halfway through the foyer, finally stopping inches from the Chinese pilot. Socks and hardwood are great fun. "Oh, Wu-man, it's you."
"Oh, Maxwell, it's you." Wufei mocked. The eccentric American could _try_ to keep the disappointment from his voice, couldn't he?
"Oh, well, hey! As long as you're here!" Duo grabbed his fellow pilot by the wrist and pulled him through the house at break neck speeds, jabbering on as he made his way to the bedroom he shared with Heero. "I really need some help. I'm so nervous! I mean, I don't want it to go wrong, ya know? He's the perfect soldier, it has to be perfect, ya see? There, stand there." He pushed the Chinese boy into position, standing beside Heero's desk.
"Maxwell, what is the meaning of this?"
"Just rehearsing! Now, just act like my Hee-chan, k?" Duo batted his lashes, and tossed his braid.
Wufei rolled his eyes, then held up his hand, pointer extended towards the pilot of 02, thumb pointing up. "I'll kill you."
"Wuuuuu-man! Like Heero, I said!"
"Isn't that like him?"
Duo stamped his foot. "Language!"
Wufei snorted. "I don't speak Japanese, Maxwell."(*)
Duo blinked. "You don't?"
"No. I'm _Chinese_."
"But, well..."
"But nothing. I'm Chinese. He's Japanese."
"But you look..."
"Chinese!" Wufei was a bit upset. Just a bit.
"Well, k, whatever! Sheesh. Let's just get on with it!" Duo pulled out a booklet. Almost like the one that the _Chinese_ pilot had lost in those damn rose bushes. Almost. This one however, had the word "Shinigami's" embossed above the title.
"Maxwell...what is that?"
"My script, of course! I have this scene with Heero coming up, and I have to rehearse! It has to be perfect!" He thumbed through his script, scanning bits of what Wufei supposed was the scene he spoke of. Then the script was closed, and tossed aside. As Duo began to take his priest like garb off, Wufei became a bit unsettled.
"Maxwell...just what kind of scene is this?"
"A romantic one! Isn't that great? Though, there really isn't that much romance in it. But, it's Heero, so I guess that's why. I mean..."
"JUSTICE!"
"Whaaat?"
"There is none! I suggest you find another way to rehearse this scene, unless you wish to be the author formally known as Shinigami!"
"Wu-man! There's no other way. I mean, I have to have someone, right? I don't want to mess it up with Heero, so I have to practice, and no one else is here, and besides, Q-man's saving himself for that scene with Trowa, and Trowa, well he's just too tall, wouldn't really be the same, ya know? Besides, you and Heero are both..."
"Chinese! I'm Chinese!"
"Asian! So, it'll work. Now, just act like Heero, k?" By this time, Duo was dressed in nothing but black boxers. He quickly undid his braid, and spread his hair across his shoulders and back. "Now, I'm supposed to be wet, 'cause I just took a shower, but we'll skip that part for now. Ready?"
"No!"
"Wuuuuu-man!"
"I said no, Maxwell! I mean it!"
"Just play along! Now...Heero is supposed to be walking to his desk, but then I walk out of the bathroom and he stops. Probably 'cause he ain't ever seen something so sexy as me, right?" Duo posed a bit at this point. "K. Now, there's some tension in the air, and then we just kiss out of the blue, and then things go from there. Now, start!" Duo stared at Wufei, eyes filling with lust.
Wufei felt his fists clench moments before Duo grabbed his wrists and pulled him forward into an embrace. As the American's mouth closed over his own, he had one thought. He really, really needed a new agent.
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1 - the title for this part (And a Mexican Sushi Chef) is a joke... of course. My mom frequents this little Sushi place in downtown Nashville, and talks to the chef a lot. Well, one time their conversation went into the nationalities of Sushi chefs in the area. The chef (who is Japanese) said that he trained many people in the area. He asked her if she thought they were Japanese. She said she thought most of the ones she'd seen were Vietnamese or Korean. He said that many were, but he'd actually recently trained a Mexican. He then said that most Americans don't realize this. It's true, too. Many Americans cannot tell the difference between Asians. Or other nationalities, for that matter. I mean, I work with quite a few Mexicans, and had to stop a fellow employee when he started speaking Spanish to the new girl (who is from Egypt -- it was quite funny to watch her stare at him while he asked her to cook "mas pescado, por favor"). This is not to offend anyone, just to poke fun at Americans (and I are one! though hopefully not that blind! ^_^)br br
(*Special A/N: I know, they all speak Japanese in the original, but this falls under "author doing origami", so lump it. ;) )
Again, if you catch typos or the like, or just want to tell me what you think...drop me a review or e-mail.
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. Including Yaoi (slash) and het implications.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 2: And a Mexican Sushi Chef (1)
Wufei sighed as he limped into the safe house. His arms, neck, and one cheek were adorned with scratches. And, for what? He still didn't have his script. Still didn't know how that scene was really supposed to end. His thoughts were interrupted by a hyper voice and pounding feet.
"Heeeeroooo! Is that you?" Duo slid around the corner and halfway through the foyer, finally stopping inches from the Chinese pilot. Socks and hardwood are great fun. "Oh, Wu-man, it's you."
"Oh, Maxwell, it's you." Wufei mocked. The eccentric American could _try_ to keep the disappointment from his voice, couldn't he?
"Oh, well, hey! As long as you're here!" Duo grabbed his fellow pilot by the wrist and pulled him through the house at break neck speeds, jabbering on as he made his way to the bedroom he shared with Heero. "I really need some help. I'm so nervous! I mean, I don't want it to go wrong, ya know? He's the perfect soldier, it has to be perfect, ya see? There, stand there." He pushed the Chinese boy into position, standing beside Heero's desk.
"Maxwell, what is the meaning of this?"
"Just rehearsing! Now, just act like my Hee-chan, k?" Duo batted his lashes, and tossed his braid.
Wufei rolled his eyes, then held up his hand, pointer extended towards the pilot of 02, thumb pointing up. "I'll kill you."
"Wuuuuu-man! Like Heero, I said!"
"Isn't that like him?"
Duo stamped his foot. "Language!"
Wufei snorted. "I don't speak Japanese, Maxwell."(*)
Duo blinked. "You don't?"
"No. I'm _Chinese_."
"But, well..."
"But nothing. I'm Chinese. He's Japanese."
"But you look..."
"Chinese!" Wufei was a bit upset. Just a bit.
"Well, k, whatever! Sheesh. Let's just get on with it!" Duo pulled out a booklet. Almost like the one that the _Chinese_ pilot had lost in those damn rose bushes. Almost. This one however, had the word "Shinigami's" embossed above the title.
"Maxwell...what is that?"
"My script, of course! I have this scene with Heero coming up, and I have to rehearse! It has to be perfect!" He thumbed through his script, scanning bits of what Wufei supposed was the scene he spoke of. Then the script was closed, and tossed aside. As Duo began to take his priest like garb off, Wufei became a bit unsettled.
"Maxwell...just what kind of scene is this?"
"A romantic one! Isn't that great? Though, there really isn't that much romance in it. But, it's Heero, so I guess that's why. I mean..."
"JUSTICE!"
"Whaaat?"
"There is none! I suggest you find another way to rehearse this scene, unless you wish to be the author formally known as Shinigami!"
"Wu-man! There's no other way. I mean, I have to have someone, right? I don't want to mess it up with Heero, so I have to practice, and no one else is here, and besides, Q-man's saving himself for that scene with Trowa, and Trowa, well he's just too tall, wouldn't really be the same, ya know? Besides, you and Heero are both..."
"Chinese! I'm Chinese!"
"Asian! So, it'll work. Now, just act like Heero, k?" By this time, Duo was dressed in nothing but black boxers. He quickly undid his braid, and spread his hair across his shoulders and back. "Now, I'm supposed to be wet, 'cause I just took a shower, but we'll skip that part for now. Ready?"
"No!"
"Wuuuuu-man!"
"I said no, Maxwell! I mean it!"
"Just play along! Now...Heero is supposed to be walking to his desk, but then I walk out of the bathroom and he stops. Probably 'cause he ain't ever seen something so sexy as me, right?" Duo posed a bit at this point. "K. Now, there's some tension in the air, and then we just kiss out of the blue, and then things go from there. Now, start!" Duo stared at Wufei, eyes filling with lust.
Wufei felt his fists clench moments before Duo grabbed his wrists and pulled him forward into an embrace. As the American's mouth closed over his own, he had one thought. He really, really needed a new agent.
********
1 - the title for this part (And a Mexican Sushi Chef) is a joke... of course. My mom frequents this little Sushi place in downtown Nashville, and talks to the chef a lot. Well, one time their conversation went into the nationalities of Sushi chefs in the area. The chef (who is Japanese) said that he trained many people in the area. He asked her if she thought they were Japanese. She said she thought most of the ones she'd seen were Vietnamese or Korean. He said that many were, but he'd actually recently trained a Mexican. He then said that most Americans don't realize this. It's true, too. Many Americans cannot tell the difference between Asians. Or other nationalities, for that matter. I mean, I work with quite a few Mexicans, and had to stop a fellow employee when he started speaking Spanish to the new girl (who is from Egypt -- it was quite funny to watch her stare at him while he asked her to cook "mas pescado, por favor"). This is not to offend anyone, just to poke fun at Americans (and I are one! though hopefully not that blind! ^_^)br br
(*Special A/N: I know, they all speak Japanese in the original, but this falls under "author doing origami", so lump it. ;) )
Again, if you catch typos or the like, or just want to tell me what you think...drop me a review or e-mail.