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 7: Angelic Terror and a Side of Silence
Wufei trudged into the safe house, threw his duffle down and flipped off the camera in the top right corner. Gee, I wonder if they would notice he was in a mood?
"Shower.." He muttered, and proceeded to the nearest bathing facility. He quickly discarded his clothing in the changing room, grabbed a wash cloth, and threw open the bathing room door. His eyes went impossibly wide, he blinked, then fell backwards, as his whole body took a trip to ... well, anywhere but reality.
"Oops!" Quatre's voice sung out. Trowa merely looked at Wufei's sprawling form, then back to the blond. He shrugged.
"..good idea." Wufei heard Trowa say as his mind and body were once again reuinited.
"I knew you'd agree." Quatre bubbled. The sound of his voice caused a picture of a serene field to materialize in Wufei's mind. He mentally shook his head. Damn, that was distracting. He really wanted to just forgo the "I'm still out of it routine" this time, but recent experiences had left hims with the impression that even his fellow Gundam pilots could not be trusted. He quickly assessed his situation. He knew he was in the number seven safe house. He had gone to take a shower. A slight pain throbbed behind his right eye. Ok, enough of that train. Changing to current situation line. He was in a bed. A very comfortable bed, actually. Nice sheets, downy comforter, no clothes, feather pillow... SCREEEECH! went the train as it collided with the portion of his brain that had been keeping the Chinese boy immobile. His eyes flew open as he sat straight up. NO CLOTHES?!
"Oh, Wufei! You're awake." Wufei ignored Quatre...well, not really. What was left of his abused mind was still stuck on the nudity revelation. He quickly lifted the blankets, looked down, hastily replaced the blankets and stared straight ahead. He tried to force his body to calm down. It was just Quatre, right? He nodded to himself and turned his head. And nearly passed out again. Yah! Just Quatre! Wearing a smile, a towel, and nothing else. He shook his head and forced his mind back to the shower incident, decided he didn't need all the facts, and returned to the present, keeping in mind he'd just had an "accident" in the shower, and that is why he and Quatre..he paused a movement behind Quatre caught his attention... and Trowa were all in this state. No other reason.
"Umm..." He said.
"I'm glad you're ok, Wufei. Trowa and I have been talking, see, and we decided that this next scene of ours," Quatre blushed slightly, while Trowa licked his lips, "could use a little revision. We thought you could help."
"Uh...revision?" Wufei really did not know what to think. The more that passed, the more things happened, the fewer brain cells returned. He wondered if it would be possible to count them on one hand by the time this series was over. "Hey, maybe then I can retire and become an agent!" He thought.
"Yah, just a small...well, it's not that bi..uh..nothing major!" Quatre finished.
"Uh-huh."
Quatre took Wufei's response as an affirmative to his proposal, and transformed. Wufei blinked as Quatre's demeanor changed from Anglelic to Demonic. Well, a certain kind of Demonic. He didn't fear for his life, really...just...
"And, I say we get started now. After all, we are," Quatre looked from Wufei to Trowa, who smiled in a disturbing sort of way, "dressed for the part."
Wufei's mind was chasing it's tail. Quatre's voice had dropped and he was acting...funny. Yeah, that was the word. "Justice?" He squeaked out.
"Not in this scene, Fei boy. Just a shower."
Instead of totally abandoning him this time, Wufei's mind just reverted to childhood. "Clean?"
Trowa smirked as he strode over to the bed. He scooped up the pilot of Shenlong and shook his head one time - negatively.
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To anyone who happened upon the bad format versions of chapters 5 & 6, I apologize. I wasn't thinking straight when I posted those (brain fried from class, I suppose). Hopefully I'll remember to reformat the rest of the chapters and check them after uploading. :) Reviews are greatly appreciated. Even short ones. ^_~
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 7: Angelic Terror and a Side of Silence
Wufei trudged into the safe house, threw his duffle down and flipped off the camera in the top right corner. Gee, I wonder if they would notice he was in a mood?
"Shower.." He muttered, and proceeded to the nearest bathing facility. He quickly discarded his clothing in the changing room, grabbed a wash cloth, and threw open the bathing room door. His eyes went impossibly wide, he blinked, then fell backwards, as his whole body took a trip to ... well, anywhere but reality.
"Oops!" Quatre's voice sung out. Trowa merely looked at Wufei's sprawling form, then back to the blond. He shrugged.
"..good idea." Wufei heard Trowa say as his mind and body were once again reuinited.
"I knew you'd agree." Quatre bubbled. The sound of his voice caused a picture of a serene field to materialize in Wufei's mind. He mentally shook his head. Damn, that was distracting. He really wanted to just forgo the "I'm still out of it routine" this time, but recent experiences had left hims with the impression that even his fellow Gundam pilots could not be trusted. He quickly assessed his situation. He knew he was in the number seven safe house. He had gone to take a shower. A slight pain throbbed behind his right eye. Ok, enough of that train. Changing to current situation line. He was in a bed. A very comfortable bed, actually. Nice sheets, downy comforter, no clothes, feather pillow... SCREEEECH! went the train as it collided with the portion of his brain that had been keeping the Chinese boy immobile. His eyes flew open as he sat straight up. NO CLOTHES?!
"Oh, Wufei! You're awake." Wufei ignored Quatre...well, not really. What was left of his abused mind was still stuck on the nudity revelation. He quickly lifted the blankets, looked down, hastily replaced the blankets and stared straight ahead. He tried to force his body to calm down. It was just Quatre, right? He nodded to himself and turned his head. And nearly passed out again. Yah! Just Quatre! Wearing a smile, a towel, and nothing else. He shook his head and forced his mind back to the shower incident, decided he didn't need all the facts, and returned to the present, keeping in mind he'd just had an "accident" in the shower, and that is why he and Quatre..he paused a movement behind Quatre caught his attention... and Trowa were all in this state. No other reason.
"Umm..." He said.
"I'm glad you're ok, Wufei. Trowa and I have been talking, see, and we decided that this next scene of ours," Quatre blushed slightly, while Trowa licked his lips, "could use a little revision. We thought you could help."
"Uh...revision?" Wufei really did not know what to think. The more that passed, the more things happened, the fewer brain cells returned. He wondered if it would be possible to count them on one hand by the time this series was over. "Hey, maybe then I can retire and become an agent!" He thought.
"Yah, just a small...well, it's not that bi..uh..nothing major!" Quatre finished.
"Uh-huh."
Quatre took Wufei's response as an affirmative to his proposal, and transformed. Wufei blinked as Quatre's demeanor changed from Anglelic to Demonic. Well, a certain kind of Demonic. He didn't fear for his life, really...just...
"And, I say we get started now. After all, we are," Quatre looked from Wufei to Trowa, who smiled in a disturbing sort of way, "dressed for the part."
Wufei's mind was chasing it's tail. Quatre's voice had dropped and he was acting...funny. Yeah, that was the word. "Justice?" He squeaked out.
"Not in this scene, Fei boy. Just a shower."
Instead of totally abandoning him this time, Wufei's mind just reverted to childhood. "Clean?"
Trowa smirked as he strode over to the bed. He scooped up the pilot of Shenlong and shook his head one time - negatively.
***********
To anyone who happened upon the bad format versions of chapters 5 & 6, I apologize. I wasn't thinking straight when I posted those (brain fried from class, I suppose). Hopefully I'll remember to reformat the rest of the chapters and check them after uploading. :) Reviews are greatly appreciated. Even short ones. ^_~