Santa's Disappearance 3/4
Disclaimers: Gundam wing is not mine so please don't sue
Pairings:1+2, 3+4
Notes: I want to thank Granate for beta-reading this for me! The Trowa and
Quatre flashback was her work and she really improved what I wrote! Sorry
for posting this so late after Christmas. I was busy = ( I know it's
really out of season but I hope you still enjoy it.
C & C is craved!!!
Part 3
In the blink of an eye, Heero and Duo were in the North Pole and several elves ran up to greet Heero while others watched Duo curiously. Duo smiled happily and waved at the elves.
The snow was incredibly white and the air smelled like pines and was lacking the smell of pollution that Duo was used to. Colourful houses were scattered around the land and it reminded Duo of large gingerbread houses. Everything from the windows to the fence of the house looked edible and Duo was tempted to rip a piece off of the wall and eat it.
The elves were all dressed like Heero; a green outfit, hat and shoes. None of them were extremely short and Duo wondered why he had always pictured elves as miniature men. They all looked like average teenagers dressed in funny green garments. A group of elves were soon surrounding Heero and they were all talking excitedly. They quickly quieted down though and Duo looked around for the reason of their silence.
"Yuy. What did you find out?"
The elves all moved aside to let a black haired elf through. This elf looked extremely strict with his hair tied back in a tight ponytail and his sour looking face. Duo tried not to laugh and was about to ask the guy if he could pull that stick from out of his ass when Heero elbowed him. Heero knew him a lot better then he thought.
"Chang." Heero said in acknowledgement as he nodded to the boy in front of him. Both elves looked at each other with hardly any change in their expression for a few minutes. Heero glanced at Duo then looked back at the black-haired boy. 'Chang' looked at Heero. Heero frowned a little then nodded and the other elf nodded in return.
"I see." The black haired elf looked pensive for a while.
During their silent communication Duo looked at both of them in confusion. They seemed to be talking through telepathy. He would have to ask someone about that...
The black-haired elf then turned towards Duo and introduced himself as Wufei. Before Duo even had time to respond, Wufei had already motioned for Heero to follow him and Heero started walking away followed by a most of the elves. The few that had stayed behind were looking at Duo and whispering in each other's ears. Duo began to feel like a specimen under a microscope and even though he loved attention, those questioning eyes made him feel really out of place. For some reason, Duo felt angry and betrayed; how could Heero have just left him like that? Then again, Heero had no obligation to him.
This must be the Wufei that Heero had been talking about earlier. The one that Heero had worried would be upset. Duo could sense a closeness and understanding between the two. He wondered if they were. together. Duo thought about this while he glared at Wufei's retreating back with jealousy and anger.
His thoughts surprised him. He had only met Heero today! How could he already feel so attracted to him? Duo was about run to a quiet little place where he could sulk and think in peace when he heard Heero call him.
"You coming?" Heero had stopped several feet away and was waiting with a strange look in his eyes. Duo's smile returned full force and he hurried to catch up to the elf.
~*~*~*~
"Trowa! I told you that I can't stay; I have to deliver presents to little kids!" The blond haired Santa Claus was lying down blindfolded and handcuffed to the bedposts. He wiggled and feebly protested.
The other boy, a young man with brown bangs that covered half of his face, sat on a chair next to the bed and stared at his 'prisoner' with a predatory look in his emerald coloured eyes.
It had only been a week since he had met the blond.
[ONE WEEK AGO]
"I can't do it," Quatre moaned, letting his chin fall to his chest, "I jus' can't do it." He fumbled for the bottle he had set next to him on the park bench and lifted it once again to his lips. He swallowed several times, pleased that that burning sensation had ceased. He had never had anything alcoholic before, but tonight, it just seemed like the only think that might relieve him of his troubles.
"I don' wanna live at the North Pole for a hundred years all by myself!" he whined out loud. "It's jus' too much ta expect of a guy, yanno what I'm sayin'?" he asked the lamp post to his right. "I jus' don think I can do it," he shook his head mournfully, "I'll never make a good Santa anyway!" He lifted the bottle again but paused to look at it. He remembered that he had stolen it and burst into tears. "Santa doesn't steal!" he sobbed, "I'm failing already!!"
He leapt off the bench and began to run, leaving the stolen bottle behind. He ran through the dark and empty streets of the city. He didn't even know where he was, and he didn't know where he was going to go, but at the moment he didn't care. Until he slammed into a wall. He stumbled backwards in pain and confusion.
"Where did that wall come from?" he wondered out loud as he lost his balance and landed on his butt.
"Are you all right?" a concerned voice asked.
Quatre shook his head briskly to clear it, and looked up to the person who had just spoken to him. "I - I think so," he said slowly. The young man squatting next to him had brown hair and green eyes that were looking rather amused right now.
"Funny, I've never been mistaken for a wall before," he said
Quatre squinted at him and said, "Oooohhh." So, it wasn't a wall he had ploughed into.
The other boy laughed. "You're drunk, aren't you?" he asked, "You shouldn't be out here alone and inebriated; you could get in a lot of trouble."
Quatre was thinking that he wouldn't mind getting in trouble if trouble had green eyes like that.
The taller boy cocked an eyebrow at the blond, who seemed to be studying him, but not hearing a word he'd said.
"Ok, listen, I can give you a place to stay, if you need it," he offered. He helped the boy stand. "My name is Trowa, what's yours?" he asked.
"I'm Quatre," the boy answered, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I'm. I'm not really myself anymore." He was sobering up a little, but still felt like bursting into tears when he said that.
Trowa took his arm gently. "You've been crying," he whispered, pushing the soft strands of hair from Quatre's eyes.
Quatre just nodded. He wasn't drunk enough to tell this stranger who he really was. Or was supposed to be. Nobody would believe it anyway, he'd only scare Trowa off.
"That's it," Trowa said resolutely, "You're coming with me." He practically dragged Quatre to his house and had him dressed in pyjamas and settled onto the couch in no time. [END FLASHBACK]
From then on he had decided that he would be the one to stay with Quatre to keep him company. Concern had slowly turned to friendship and then to love. Then one day, Quatre had told him that he was Santa Claus. He remembered that day clearly, as if it was only yesterday. probably because it had only been yesterday.
At the time, he had laughed and thought that surely it was a joke; Santa Claus did not exist. Quatre had then showed Trowa that he was able to appear and disappear whenever he felt like it (so that he was able to appear in people's rooms to give them their present). After realizing that there was a big chance that he would never be able to see Quatre again, he had quickly tied his blond lover unto the bed.
He had tried every single way possible to distract the blond. At first Quatre hadn't minded, in fact he really enjoyed the distraction, but he was getting more and more restless and determined.
"Trowa. the kids are going to be disappointed."
"But Quatre, you said so yourself that you didn't like working in the North Pole. Anyways, who cares about the kids?" Trowa wasn't exactly selfish but he had learned long ago that the only way to survive was to think about yourself first.
Trowa looked at Quatre again and doubt flooded his mind. Would it be better for Quatre to stay with him? Quatre had told him before about how stressful his job had been. He had also learned that Quatre had had to give up his identity to become Santa. Everyone had forgotten about him and it had been as if he had never existed.
The question was if he was good enough for the generous Quatre. ..
"Trowa! Come on! I have to go. Christmas is only in One day! I swear, if you don't let me go right now I'll teleport myself to the North Pole! As much as I love you, the kids really need me!"
Trowa stared at the blond boy sadly for a few minutes without saying anything. He then slowly grabbed the keys to the handcuffs and was about to unlock them when everything started glowing. Surprised, he stumbled forward onto the blond.
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, in the North Pole, Duo had been vainly trying to keep up with Heero and Wufei. Both elves had decided to wait for Santa to come. According to them, Santa was very sweet and innocent and would never let all the children down. So, they had been preparing the sleigh and gifts the entire day, patiently awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus.
They kept on moving from place to place. Heero and Wufei had just finished checking on all the elves at the gift factory. They had had last minute gifts to prepare. Some children who were originally on the naughty list had sincerely been sorry and were changed to the good list. Heero and Wufei were already several meters away and Duo was walking tiredly behind them. Stupid Heero. Why were elves able to walk so fast anyways?
Suddenly, there was a bright light from behind him. Duo turned around and spotted a blond boy naked and tied to a bed and a brown-haired boy laying on top of him. Duo gasped in surprise and ran towards Heero.
"Heero!!! I think I found your Santa Claus and he isn't as innocent as you may think he is!!!"
~End of Part 3~
Part 3
In the blink of an eye, Heero and Duo were in the North Pole and several elves ran up to greet Heero while others watched Duo curiously. Duo smiled happily and waved at the elves.
The snow was incredibly white and the air smelled like pines and was lacking the smell of pollution that Duo was used to. Colourful houses were scattered around the land and it reminded Duo of large gingerbread houses. Everything from the windows to the fence of the house looked edible and Duo was tempted to rip a piece off of the wall and eat it.
The elves were all dressed like Heero; a green outfit, hat and shoes. None of them were extremely short and Duo wondered why he had always pictured elves as miniature men. They all looked like average teenagers dressed in funny green garments. A group of elves were soon surrounding Heero and they were all talking excitedly. They quickly quieted down though and Duo looked around for the reason of their silence.
"Yuy. What did you find out?"
The elves all moved aside to let a black haired elf through. This elf looked extremely strict with his hair tied back in a tight ponytail and his sour looking face. Duo tried not to laugh and was about to ask the guy if he could pull that stick from out of his ass when Heero elbowed him. Heero knew him a lot better then he thought.
"Chang." Heero said in acknowledgement as he nodded to the boy in front of him. Both elves looked at each other with hardly any change in their expression for a few minutes. Heero glanced at Duo then looked back at the black-haired boy. 'Chang' looked at Heero. Heero frowned a little then nodded and the other elf nodded in return.
"I see." The black haired elf looked pensive for a while.
During their silent communication Duo looked at both of them in confusion. They seemed to be talking through telepathy. He would have to ask someone about that...
The black-haired elf then turned towards Duo and introduced himself as Wufei. Before Duo even had time to respond, Wufei had already motioned for Heero to follow him and Heero started walking away followed by a most of the elves. The few that had stayed behind were looking at Duo and whispering in each other's ears. Duo began to feel like a specimen under a microscope and even though he loved attention, those questioning eyes made him feel really out of place. For some reason, Duo felt angry and betrayed; how could Heero have just left him like that? Then again, Heero had no obligation to him.
This must be the Wufei that Heero had been talking about earlier. The one that Heero had worried would be upset. Duo could sense a closeness and understanding between the two. He wondered if they were. together. Duo thought about this while he glared at Wufei's retreating back with jealousy and anger.
His thoughts surprised him. He had only met Heero today! How could he already feel so attracted to him? Duo was about run to a quiet little place where he could sulk and think in peace when he heard Heero call him.
"You coming?" Heero had stopped several feet away and was waiting with a strange look in his eyes. Duo's smile returned full force and he hurried to catch up to the elf.
~*~*~*~
"Trowa! I told you that I can't stay; I have to deliver presents to little kids!" The blond haired Santa Claus was lying down blindfolded and handcuffed to the bedposts. He wiggled and feebly protested.
The other boy, a young man with brown bangs that covered half of his face, sat on a chair next to the bed and stared at his 'prisoner' with a predatory look in his emerald coloured eyes.
It had only been a week since he had met the blond.
[ONE WEEK AGO]
"I can't do it," Quatre moaned, letting his chin fall to his chest, "I jus' can't do it." He fumbled for the bottle he had set next to him on the park bench and lifted it once again to his lips. He swallowed several times, pleased that that burning sensation had ceased. He had never had anything alcoholic before, but tonight, it just seemed like the only think that might relieve him of his troubles.
"I don' wanna live at the North Pole for a hundred years all by myself!" he whined out loud. "It's jus' too much ta expect of a guy, yanno what I'm sayin'?" he asked the lamp post to his right. "I jus' don think I can do it," he shook his head mournfully, "I'll never make a good Santa anyway!" He lifted the bottle again but paused to look at it. He remembered that he had stolen it and burst into tears. "Santa doesn't steal!" he sobbed, "I'm failing already!!"
He leapt off the bench and began to run, leaving the stolen bottle behind. He ran through the dark and empty streets of the city. He didn't even know where he was, and he didn't know where he was going to go, but at the moment he didn't care. Until he slammed into a wall. He stumbled backwards in pain and confusion.
"Where did that wall come from?" he wondered out loud as he lost his balance and landed on his butt.
"Are you all right?" a concerned voice asked.
Quatre shook his head briskly to clear it, and looked up to the person who had just spoken to him. "I - I think so," he said slowly. The young man squatting next to him had brown hair and green eyes that were looking rather amused right now.
"Funny, I've never been mistaken for a wall before," he said
Quatre squinted at him and said, "Oooohhh." So, it wasn't a wall he had ploughed into.
The other boy laughed. "You're drunk, aren't you?" he asked, "You shouldn't be out here alone and inebriated; you could get in a lot of trouble."
Quatre was thinking that he wouldn't mind getting in trouble if trouble had green eyes like that.
The taller boy cocked an eyebrow at the blond, who seemed to be studying him, but not hearing a word he'd said.
"Ok, listen, I can give you a place to stay, if you need it," he offered. He helped the boy stand. "My name is Trowa, what's yours?" he asked.
"I'm Quatre," the boy answered, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I'm. I'm not really myself anymore." He was sobering up a little, but still felt like bursting into tears when he said that.
Trowa took his arm gently. "You've been crying," he whispered, pushing the soft strands of hair from Quatre's eyes.
Quatre just nodded. He wasn't drunk enough to tell this stranger who he really was. Or was supposed to be. Nobody would believe it anyway, he'd only scare Trowa off.
"That's it," Trowa said resolutely, "You're coming with me." He practically dragged Quatre to his house and had him dressed in pyjamas and settled onto the couch in no time. [END FLASHBACK]
From then on he had decided that he would be the one to stay with Quatre to keep him company. Concern had slowly turned to friendship and then to love. Then one day, Quatre had told him that he was Santa Claus. He remembered that day clearly, as if it was only yesterday. probably because it had only been yesterday.
At the time, he had laughed and thought that surely it was a joke; Santa Claus did not exist. Quatre had then showed Trowa that he was able to appear and disappear whenever he felt like it (so that he was able to appear in people's rooms to give them their present). After realizing that there was a big chance that he would never be able to see Quatre again, he had quickly tied his blond lover unto the bed.
He had tried every single way possible to distract the blond. At first Quatre hadn't minded, in fact he really enjoyed the distraction, but he was getting more and more restless and determined.
"Trowa. the kids are going to be disappointed."
"But Quatre, you said so yourself that you didn't like working in the North Pole. Anyways, who cares about the kids?" Trowa wasn't exactly selfish but he had learned long ago that the only way to survive was to think about yourself first.
Trowa looked at Quatre again and doubt flooded his mind. Would it be better for Quatre to stay with him? Quatre had told him before about how stressful his job had been. He had also learned that Quatre had had to give up his identity to become Santa. Everyone had forgotten about him and it had been as if he had never existed.
The question was if he was good enough for the generous Quatre. ..
"Trowa! Come on! I have to go. Christmas is only in One day! I swear, if you don't let me go right now I'll teleport myself to the North Pole! As much as I love you, the kids really need me!"
Trowa stared at the blond boy sadly for a few minutes without saying anything. He then slowly grabbed the keys to the handcuffs and was about to unlock them when everything started glowing. Surprised, he stumbled forward onto the blond.
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, in the North Pole, Duo had been vainly trying to keep up with Heero and Wufei. Both elves had decided to wait for Santa to come. According to them, Santa was very sweet and innocent and would never let all the children down. So, they had been preparing the sleigh and gifts the entire day, patiently awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus.
They kept on moving from place to place. Heero and Wufei had just finished checking on all the elves at the gift factory. They had had last minute gifts to prepare. Some children who were originally on the naughty list had sincerely been sorry and were changed to the good list. Heero and Wufei were already several meters away and Duo was walking tiredly behind them. Stupid Heero. Why were elves able to walk so fast anyways?
Suddenly, there was a bright light from behind him. Duo turned around and spotted a blond boy naked and tied to a bed and a brown-haired boy laying on top of him. Duo gasped in surprise and ran towards Heero.
"Heero!!! I think I found your Santa Claus and he isn't as innocent as you may think he is!!!"
~End of Part 3~