Chapter 3
Disclaimer
Warnings
A/N
09:00 am
Duo pulled a face at the gloating Chinese boy, he had gotten up early in the hope of swaying Heeros vote by behaving himself, but there was no sign of the Wing pilot anywhere, so had been forced to sit and wait. Since entering the kitchen that morning Wu-Fei hadn't 'stopped' pointing out that hey had all stayed in last night and would be doing the same thing for every night in the foreseeable future. It made Duo want to break something, he was supposed to be the annoying one, he wasn't meant to be annoyed!!
Trowa was sitting quietly, eating a grapefruit, and watching the 2 bickering pilots. Well, that and throwing occasional glances over at the little blonde pilot who was pottering happily about the kitchen cooking up a heap of bacon, eggs, mushrooms, sausages, toast and hash browns for the ever hungry braided pilot.
The strange thing was, there was no sign of Heero, he was always up before dawn, but this morning, no sign!
Then, as if on cue, Heero strolled in, and to the extreme surprise of the other pilots, not in his trademark spandex. Heero was wearing jeans and a Tee-shirt, just like a normal teen might, he didn't seem to notice the bemused looks on all faces besides Quatres, because he merely sat down at the table and began to chew on an apple.
Quatre moved over to the table, and sat between Heero and the green eyed Trowa, he placed a heaped plate of food in front of Duo and began to eat his piece of toast.
The pilots each finished his meal, no matter how small, or large, and then turned a questioning stare on Heero.
It was Quatre who finally broke through the silence,
"Heero," He said, "Have you decided on whether or not you want to go out tonight or not?
Duo looked down at the table, he hadn't had a chance to work on the stoic youth, and there was no way Heero would 'ever' make the right decision on his own. Wu-Fei was right, there was no way Heero Yuy would 'ever' consider attending a club.
Wu-Fei smirked and settled comfortably back in his chair, waiting for Heeros flat refusal. Duo looked up at him, but returned his eyes to the table after only a glance at the self satisfied expression.
Heero, noting the down cast expression on the American pilots face smirked to himself and said, "I can't see any reason why we shouldn't go out, I mean, it is the first time we've all been together for 6 months, we 'should' spend some time together, and we are on a break after all!"
Heero immediately found himself being almost squeezed to death by the American, Duo had been expecting Heero to blow the idea out the window, but to his surprise, and Joy, the stoic Japanese pilot had given the idea the go ahead, he 'had' made the right decision, and Duo made a mental note to thank him for doing so.
Duo thought as he released Heero and flopped back into his chair.
Quatre beamed at Duo, who winked, and Trowa nodded his head, but Heero was sure there was a small smile playing across his lips. Wu-Fei on the other hand looked dumbstruck. "Heero?" He said in a tight voice. "Do you realise what you are committing us too, do you realise what you are saying?"
Heero nodded and smirked slightly at the incredulous look on the Chinese youths face.
"And I thought you were the sane one, but I suppose I have no choice in the matter do I?"
Duo grinned impudently at Wu-Fei and shook his head.
Wu-Fei sighed and stalked out of the room, muttering curses about Baka pilots who have no sense of justice, all the way.
Duo grinned at the other pilots and bounced out as well, most likely to pester the Chinese pilot for a few hours, in exchange for the 10 or so minutes of annoyance he had caused over breakfast. Trowa turned to make his way out of the safe house, it was his turn to check the Gundams were secure, and that OZ had not found them. He only left after he had smiled at the blonde pilot, and received a cheery smile in return.
Heero was about to leave the room in search of his lap-top (some things will never change) when he felt a hand on his arm, he turned and found himself staring into a pair of smiling aqua eyes.
"Thank you Heero!" Quatre said, "this has made him very happy you know, he really appreciated it, especially as we 'all' know how much you hate clubs.
Heero shrugged, "It wont cost me anything to have him happy," He said gruffly as he left the room.
Quatre smiled to himself and scurried off too see if he could do anything to help Trowa.
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09:30 pm saw the 5 Gundam pilots gathered in the hallway ready to leave, the day had passed uneventfully, Trowa and Quatre had spent most of it working on their Gundams, Duo had pestered Wu-Fei relentlessly, and Heero had sat at his lap-top and watched them all.
Quatre and Duo were dressed in matching outfits, tight, leather, straight legged trousers, and a loose tops with flowing sleeves. The only difference in the two outfits was that Duo's was all black, and Quatres was all white, and that Duo had a thick purple ribbon woven into his braid and his large gold cross around his neck, Quatre, having no braid, could not do this, and of course, wore no cross.
Another difference was the presence of black eyeliner around Duos eyes, the blonde had decided against this little accessory.
Trowa and Wu-Fei had each shown that they had a severe lack of creativity as far as clothing went, each was wearing a pair of loose blue jeans and a loose tank top, Trowas green, Wu-Fei's white.
Heero's appearance caused four collective, surprised looks from the other pilots. He sauntered into the hallway wearing a pair of black, leather trousers, not dissimilar to Duo's except that they hung lower around the waist and were not straight legged. They hugged his hips and thighs tightly before spraying out into large flares about half way down each calf.
The next addition to this unusual ensemble was a short and fairly tight midnight blue Tee-shirt, that perfectly matched his eyes and showed off well toned muscles. A fairly large amount of his olive skinned stomach was visible under the tight hem of that top. He had a leather jacket slung over his shoulder and a smirk on his lips.
Quatre was first to recover from the surprise, he beamed at Heero and immediately began ushering the other pilots out of the door. Heero walked straight out and leant against the side of Wu-Fei's truck, the other pilots soon joined him, and Duo, it appeared was having some problems, he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and managed to walk smack into the door frame as he was too busy gawking at Heero to notice where he was going.
Heero, bored with waiting, began to wander off down the street, he was soon joined by Quatre, who, since Duo wasn't able, had decided to make the most of Heeros seemingly docile mood and attempt to strike up a conversation. Heero, to the blondes surprise and delight, complied.
Trowa, Duo and Wu-Fei walked a few paces behind them, also seemingly in deep conversation, though Trowa, Heero noted, did keep glancing over at the cheerful blonde pilot with a wistful smile on his face.
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10:00pm. Half an hour of walking had brought them to a town. They didn't know the name of this town, but that was unimportant. They knew it was somewhere on the south coast of the USA, and that was all the information that was necessary.
The club they entered, had a gothic look to it and had been selected on Duos advice, he had, it appeared, been here before as the bouncer let them in without questioning even though they were all under age. The club was huge, a massive dance floor, a large section of flooring that was illuminated by under floor lighting, took over one end of the single large room, and it was filled with a mass of people. The interior was dark, a mixture of dark blue and purple paint swirled over the walls and in places over laid with patches of clear, coloured plastic designs.
The floor looked to have been made of some kind of wood, that had been painted with a hardy black paint. There were booths over one the other side of the room, each one could seat about 6 people and was lit by a candelabra.
There was a bar over at the far corner of the room, which was at this point heaving with people.
The whole effect was spectacular.
The five pilots settled at a table and ordered a drink from a passing barmaid. Seconds after she left their table, a group of young looking man dragged Duo off to the dance floor, not that he took much convincing, his one condition was that Quatre went with him, and this condition was met enthusiastically.
Wu-Fei, after quickly finishing his drink, left the Heavyarms and Wing pilots at the table and headed over to the bar. Trowa was starring moodily at the dance floor where the blonde pilot was being danced closely, and energetically with by a tall man with flaming red hair, from where he sat it seemed that the blonde was having fun, and this bothered Trowa, he cared about the small Arab and it upset him that the blonde was happily dancing with someone else.
There was at least one good thing to come out of this situation, he knew he wasn't barking up the wrong tree, Quatre didn't seem to have any problems at all with homosexuality.
Heero was sitting calmly, watching Duo, and sipping his drink, a large gin and tonic. Duo was dancing in a teasing way with a man with a thick mane of black/blue hair and large shoulders. The man kept trying to grab hold of Duo, in various places where it seemed the braided pilot did not in fact wish to be touched, but Duo was managing to dance out of the way before anything happened, Heero wasn't worried, Duo could handle himself, and he would call for help if he needed it.
An hour or so passed, Heero continued to watch the two pilots on the dance floor. He had lost sight of Quatre, but Duo was still in plain view. His dark haired pursuer had gotten bored and moved on to easier prey and Duo was now dancing with a group of people not much older than the pilots were.
He didn't bother worrying about Wu-Fei, he was still at the bar, and was at the moment mid rant, and would have been most upset had Heero tried to disturb him.
Trowa on the other hand, had stopped 'observing' a good half hour ago and was currently staring moodily into his glass.
Heero was about to suggest to Trowa that he go get them another drink, when he saw what looked like a small struggle going on at the edge of the dance floor.
"Quatre!" He said sharply, rising to his feet as he did so. His actions causing the uni-banged pilot next to him to jump to his feet as well.
The blonde pilot was being pushed against the wall by the redhead he had been dancing with, and it was clear, even from where they now stood, that he was unhappy and was trying to fight, but it appeared that the redhead had managed to pin both of his arms up above his head, severely restricting his movement.
Trowa starred for only a few seconds before he went storming across the room and through the crowds on the dance floor.
When he reached the far wall he saw that the redhead was using all the strength he could muster to force himself upon the blonde, who was currently doing everything in his power to stop his tormentors wandering hands from wandering too far, and keeping the sneering lips away from his own, there were tears running down his pale cheeks and a small trickle of blood mingled with them, from a cut just under his left eye.
When he spotted Trowa the blonde cried out to him and renewed his attempt to get away. Trowa reached him in a few steps and roughly grabbed the red haired man by the shoulder.
"Sorry to trouble you, but would you mind getting you hands off 'My' boyfriend? I don't like the way you are upsetting someone I care so much about!" He said in an icy voice
The other man looked over and sneered at him, "Yours is he, well, sorry, but you will have to share your little whore, he's been edging round me for the past hour the little bastard, and I don't intend on 'getting my hands off him' until my patience has been rewarded. Come on now, show me what you can do!"
The redhead promptly spun round again, shaking Trowas hand off his shoulder, and grabbed Quatre roughly by the chin with one hand and in one smooth movement clamped his lips down upon the shocked blondes mouth and his other hand round his neck.
These actions caused the blonde to whimper and try to wriggle away from mouth and hand alike, with little success, the other man was too strong. Quatre whimpered again and closed his eyes, praying that this would end soon, this had not been the way he had planned his first kiss, and it certainly was not with the right person.
Quatre had been so shocked by Trowas turning up and claiming that they were 'together' that he had momentarily forgotten about his red-haired 'problem' he never thought Trowa would do 'anything' like that for him, he had hoped someone would help him, but Trowa turning up was more than he could have hoped for, he had prayed for so long that Trowa cared about him. Thus it was that he had had been totally surprised when he had been assaulted all at once by the redhead again.
The sight of another man kissing 'his' Quatre was more than Trowa could take. He grabbed the redhead by the hair and pulled him sharply off the cowering blonde.
"YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!" The redhead yelled rounding on Trowa.
Trowa let his hand fall from the other mans hair and down to his side again. "I asked you politely, but you chose to ignore me. I had to take more drastic measures."
"You had no right!" The redhead said dangerously, reaching under is shirt and pulling out a long bladed knife. He looked critically at Trowa before sighing. "It seems a shame to kill you, now, I if you will just make more a more tempting offer than he did!" He said pointing at Quatre. "I will happily let you live.
Trowa barely inclined an eyebrow, and with one swift swish of his arm the redhead lay in a crumpled, undignified, groaning heap on the floor.
"Sorry." He said coldly, "I don't do requests!"
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A/N
09:00 am
Duo pulled a face at the gloating Chinese boy, he had gotten up early in the hope of swaying Heeros vote by behaving himself, but there was no sign of the Wing pilot anywhere, so had been forced to sit and wait. Since entering the kitchen that morning Wu-Fei hadn't 'stopped' pointing out that hey had all stayed in last night and would be doing the same thing for every night in the foreseeable future. It made Duo want to break something, he was supposed to be the annoying one, he wasn't meant to be annoyed!!
Trowa was sitting quietly, eating a grapefruit, and watching the 2 bickering pilots. Well, that and throwing occasional glances over at the little blonde pilot who was pottering happily about the kitchen cooking up a heap of bacon, eggs, mushrooms, sausages, toast and hash browns for the ever hungry braided pilot.
The strange thing was, there was no sign of Heero, he was always up before dawn, but this morning, no sign!
Then, as if on cue, Heero strolled in, and to the extreme surprise of the other pilots, not in his trademark spandex. Heero was wearing jeans and a Tee-shirt, just like a normal teen might, he didn't seem to notice the bemused looks on all faces besides Quatres, because he merely sat down at the table and began to chew on an apple.
Quatre moved over to the table, and sat between Heero and the green eyed Trowa, he placed a heaped plate of food in front of Duo and began to eat his piece of toast.
The pilots each finished his meal, no matter how small, or large, and then turned a questioning stare on Heero.
It was Quatre who finally broke through the silence,
"Heero," He said, "Have you decided on whether or not you want to go out tonight or not?
Duo looked down at the table, he hadn't had a chance to work on the stoic youth, and there was no way Heero would 'ever' make the right decision on his own. Wu-Fei was right, there was no way Heero Yuy would 'ever' consider attending a club.
Wu-Fei smirked and settled comfortably back in his chair, waiting for Heeros flat refusal. Duo looked up at him, but returned his eyes to the table after only a glance at the self satisfied expression.
Heero, noting the down cast expression on the American pilots face smirked to himself and said, "I can't see any reason why we shouldn't go out, I mean, it is the first time we've all been together for 6 months, we 'should' spend some time together, and we are on a break after all!"
Heero immediately found himself being almost squeezed to death by the American, Duo had been expecting Heero to blow the idea out the window, but to his surprise, and Joy, the stoic Japanese pilot had given the idea the go ahead, he 'had' made the right decision, and Duo made a mental note to thank him for doing so.
Duo thought as he released Heero and flopped back into his chair.
Quatre beamed at Duo, who winked, and Trowa nodded his head, but Heero was sure there was a small smile playing across his lips. Wu-Fei on the other hand looked dumbstruck. "Heero?" He said in a tight voice. "Do you realise what you are committing us too, do you realise what you are saying?"
Heero nodded and smirked slightly at the incredulous look on the Chinese youths face.
"And I thought you were the sane one, but I suppose I have no choice in the matter do I?"
Duo grinned impudently at Wu-Fei and shook his head.
Wu-Fei sighed and stalked out of the room, muttering curses about Baka pilots who have no sense of justice, all the way.
Duo grinned at the other pilots and bounced out as well, most likely to pester the Chinese pilot for a few hours, in exchange for the 10 or so minutes of annoyance he had caused over breakfast. Trowa turned to make his way out of the safe house, it was his turn to check the Gundams were secure, and that OZ had not found them. He only left after he had smiled at the blonde pilot, and received a cheery smile in return.
Heero was about to leave the room in search of his lap-top (some things will never change) when he felt a hand on his arm, he turned and found himself staring into a pair of smiling aqua eyes.
"Thank you Heero!" Quatre said, "this has made him very happy you know, he really appreciated it, especially as we 'all' know how much you hate clubs.
Heero shrugged, "It wont cost me anything to have him happy," He said gruffly as he left the room.
Quatre smiled to himself and scurried off too see if he could do anything to help Trowa.
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09:30 pm saw the 5 Gundam pilots gathered in the hallway ready to leave, the day had passed uneventfully, Trowa and Quatre had spent most of it working on their Gundams, Duo had pestered Wu-Fei relentlessly, and Heero had sat at his lap-top and watched them all.
Quatre and Duo were dressed in matching outfits, tight, leather, straight legged trousers, and a loose tops with flowing sleeves. The only difference in the two outfits was that Duo's was all black, and Quatres was all white, and that Duo had a thick purple ribbon woven into his braid and his large gold cross around his neck, Quatre, having no braid, could not do this, and of course, wore no cross.
Another difference was the presence of black eyeliner around Duos eyes, the blonde had decided against this little accessory.
Trowa and Wu-Fei had each shown that they had a severe lack of creativity as far as clothing went, each was wearing a pair of loose blue jeans and a loose tank top, Trowas green, Wu-Fei's white.
Heero's appearance caused four collective, surprised looks from the other pilots. He sauntered into the hallway wearing a pair of black, leather trousers, not dissimilar to Duo's except that they hung lower around the waist and were not straight legged. They hugged his hips and thighs tightly before spraying out into large flares about half way down each calf.
The next addition to this unusual ensemble was a short and fairly tight midnight blue Tee-shirt, that perfectly matched his eyes and showed off well toned muscles. A fairly large amount of his olive skinned stomach was visible under the tight hem of that top. He had a leather jacket slung over his shoulder and a smirk on his lips.
Quatre was first to recover from the surprise, he beamed at Heero and immediately began ushering the other pilots out of the door. Heero walked straight out and leant against the side of Wu-Fei's truck, the other pilots soon joined him, and Duo, it appeared was having some problems, he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and managed to walk smack into the door frame as he was too busy gawking at Heero to notice where he was going.
Heero, bored with waiting, began to wander off down the street, he was soon joined by Quatre, who, since Duo wasn't able, had decided to make the most of Heeros seemingly docile mood and attempt to strike up a conversation. Heero, to the blondes surprise and delight, complied.
Trowa, Duo and Wu-Fei walked a few paces behind them, also seemingly in deep conversation, though Trowa, Heero noted, did keep glancing over at the cheerful blonde pilot with a wistful smile on his face.
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10:00pm. Half an hour of walking had brought them to a town. They didn't know the name of this town, but that was unimportant. They knew it was somewhere on the south coast of the USA, and that was all the information that was necessary.
The club they entered, had a gothic look to it and had been selected on Duos advice, he had, it appeared, been here before as the bouncer let them in without questioning even though they were all under age. The club was huge, a massive dance floor, a large section of flooring that was illuminated by under floor lighting, took over one end of the single large room, and it was filled with a mass of people. The interior was dark, a mixture of dark blue and purple paint swirled over the walls and in places over laid with patches of clear, coloured plastic designs.
The floor looked to have been made of some kind of wood, that had been painted with a hardy black paint. There were booths over one the other side of the room, each one could seat about 6 people and was lit by a candelabra.
There was a bar over at the far corner of the room, which was at this point heaving with people.
The whole effect was spectacular.
The five pilots settled at a table and ordered a drink from a passing barmaid. Seconds after she left their table, a group of young looking man dragged Duo off to the dance floor, not that he took much convincing, his one condition was that Quatre went with him, and this condition was met enthusiastically.
Wu-Fei, after quickly finishing his drink, left the Heavyarms and Wing pilots at the table and headed over to the bar. Trowa was starring moodily at the dance floor where the blonde pilot was being danced closely, and energetically with by a tall man with flaming red hair, from where he sat it seemed that the blonde was having fun, and this bothered Trowa, he cared about the small Arab and it upset him that the blonde was happily dancing with someone else.
There was at least one good thing to come out of this situation, he knew he wasn't barking up the wrong tree, Quatre didn't seem to have any problems at all with homosexuality.
Heero was sitting calmly, watching Duo, and sipping his drink, a large gin and tonic. Duo was dancing in a teasing way with a man with a thick mane of black/blue hair and large shoulders. The man kept trying to grab hold of Duo, in various places where it seemed the braided pilot did not in fact wish to be touched, but Duo was managing to dance out of the way before anything happened, Heero wasn't worried, Duo could handle himself, and he would call for help if he needed it.
An hour or so passed, Heero continued to watch the two pilots on the dance floor. He had lost sight of Quatre, but Duo was still in plain view. His dark haired pursuer had gotten bored and moved on to easier prey and Duo was now dancing with a group of people not much older than the pilots were.
He didn't bother worrying about Wu-Fei, he was still at the bar, and was at the moment mid rant, and would have been most upset had Heero tried to disturb him.
Trowa on the other hand, had stopped 'observing' a good half hour ago and was currently staring moodily into his glass.
Heero was about to suggest to Trowa that he go get them another drink, when he saw what looked like a small struggle going on at the edge of the dance floor.
"Quatre!" He said sharply, rising to his feet as he did so. His actions causing the uni-banged pilot next to him to jump to his feet as well.
The blonde pilot was being pushed against the wall by the redhead he had been dancing with, and it was clear, even from where they now stood, that he was unhappy and was trying to fight, but it appeared that the redhead had managed to pin both of his arms up above his head, severely restricting his movement.
Trowa starred for only a few seconds before he went storming across the room and through the crowds on the dance floor.
When he reached the far wall he saw that the redhead was using all the strength he could muster to force himself upon the blonde, who was currently doing everything in his power to stop his tormentors wandering hands from wandering too far, and keeping the sneering lips away from his own, there were tears running down his pale cheeks and a small trickle of blood mingled with them, from a cut just under his left eye.
When he spotted Trowa the blonde cried out to him and renewed his attempt to get away. Trowa reached him in a few steps and roughly grabbed the red haired man by the shoulder.
"Sorry to trouble you, but would you mind getting you hands off 'My' boyfriend? I don't like the way you are upsetting someone I care so much about!" He said in an icy voice
The other man looked over and sneered at him, "Yours is he, well, sorry, but you will have to share your little whore, he's been edging round me for the past hour the little bastard, and I don't intend on 'getting my hands off him' until my patience has been rewarded. Come on now, show me what you can do!"
The redhead promptly spun round again, shaking Trowas hand off his shoulder, and grabbed Quatre roughly by the chin with one hand and in one smooth movement clamped his lips down upon the shocked blondes mouth and his other hand round his neck.
These actions caused the blonde to whimper and try to wriggle away from mouth and hand alike, with little success, the other man was too strong. Quatre whimpered again and closed his eyes, praying that this would end soon, this had not been the way he had planned his first kiss, and it certainly was not with the right person.
Quatre had been so shocked by Trowas turning up and claiming that they were 'together' that he had momentarily forgotten about his red-haired 'problem' he never thought Trowa would do 'anything' like that for him, he had hoped someone would help him, but Trowa turning up was more than he could have hoped for, he had prayed for so long that Trowa cared about him. Thus it was that he had had been totally surprised when he had been assaulted all at once by the redhead again.
The sight of another man kissing 'his' Quatre was more than Trowa could take. He grabbed the redhead by the hair and pulled him sharply off the cowering blonde.
"YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!" The redhead yelled rounding on Trowa.
Trowa let his hand fall from the other mans hair and down to his side again. "I asked you politely, but you chose to ignore me. I had to take more drastic measures."
"You had no right!" The redhead said dangerously, reaching under is shirt and pulling out a long bladed knife. He looked critically at Trowa before sighing. "It seems a shame to kill you, now, I if you will just make more a more tempting offer than he did!" He said pointing at Quatre. "I will happily let you live.
Trowa barely inclined an eyebrow, and with one swift swish of his arm the redhead lay in a crumpled, undignified, groaning heap on the floor.
"Sorry." He said coldly, "I don't do requests!"
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A/N