Title: Unfinished Business
Pairings: 1x3, 4x6, 2x5
Warning: Seriously LONG fic. AU, Shounen ai [I can't write lemon], In progress! Anymore? Tell me I will add them in okay?
- I don't own any of the characters from Gundam Wing in here!
CHAPTER 4 How they began – Part 3
"Excuse me? Zechs?"
"Yes?" Zechs answered turning around. 'Oh my God. It is that blond!' Zechs' thought as his heart did a sprint around his chest over and over.
~*Meanwhile*~
Both friends left 'China Jump', when suddenly a body emerged from the corner and ran Heero down. The new body, laid on all fours above Heero, pinning Heero down. The new boy's exposed eye, stared at Heero.
'God, I feel like he had seen my whole soul…' Heero thought as he kept his eyes on his one eye. Heero slowly melted under his gaze like chocolate under the sun.
*Meanwhile*
"Zechsy!" a girl yelled from afar. "Zechsy! Can you help me with my arithmetic?" The girl appeared from nowhere, suddenly blocking Quatre's view of Zechs. "I'm sorry. But I wish to Zechs. You can skid-addle out of here now." The stupid girl declared, dragging Zechs away.
"Hey, I was talking to him first!" Quatre retorted.
"Go Away, Doll." Quatre's eyebrows twitched violently, he balled his fists and forced himself to calm down.
"Do NOT call me, 'doll'." Quatre spat, a tinge of red coloring his pretty face. Quatre's pissed! "I have to speak to Zechs, and NOW." Quatre grabbed Zechs and made a run for it.
*Meanwhile*
"Hey! He-man!" Duo cried nudging Heero with his foot. But Heero's heart was pounding too loudly in his ears for him to hear Duo. Heero and the one-eyed stranger had been staring at each other for ages and Duo was getting bored. Mentally thinking if they were having a telepathic conversation. But THAT, was ridiculous. "Hey! Mr. my-hair-sticks-out-one foot-in-front-of-my-face! Get Off My Friend!" Duo bellowed.
"Sorry." The stranger finally said and climbed off Heero. Looking at the closed doors of 'China Jump', the stranger asked. "Are the auditions over?"
Duo nodded. "Why? You wanted to try out?"
"For the bass guitar, yeah." He said dejectedly. There goes his wonderful dream of being rich.
"I don't see your guitar…" Duo asked suspiciously.
"Actually, I ran here straight from work. I was hoping the guys would let me borrow one." The stranger with the greenest eye(s) revealed. Heero moved towards Duo and whispered into his ear.
*Meanwhile*
"Who… was… that?!" Quatre asked between panting. They ran quite a distance before managing to lose that bitch. Fancy calling Quatre a 'doll'!
"Erica Summers…" Zechs replied after catching his breath before Quatre did, he was after all the star of the basketball team. Gosh! Quatre had been holding his hand! No more than a second after his heart had clamed down, it began pounding out of his chest again!
"I'm Quatre. Pleased to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Quatre."
*Meanwhile*
"Well, sorry. Auditions are over." Duo said finally. Quatre was not in the club, which means the place is locked. The stranger's shoulders dropped, slightly, a teensy-weensy bit only. "However, if you can find a bass guitar, Now, we can conduct an audition wherever you want to." Duo continued.
The stranger's eye popped out. You mean that cute guy he ran over was one of the band mates?! He wanted to hyperventilate, but he hid it perfectly. Well, so did Heero, he had been hyperventilating since he was knocked down. Gosh! He was rather new to this feeling. No one ever held such a powerful gaze, stronger than his own, 'YOU! DIE! NNOOOWWWW!' stare. Every one fled like mice, except Duo, when Heero looked like that.
'Do I make him feel like that too?' Heero wondered, hoping he did too.
"I'm Duo, and this mute guy who you ran over is Heero." Duo stuck his hand out.
The stranger took Duo's hand graciously, "I'm Trowa."
*Meanwhile*
The engines in Quatre's heart roared to life like a formula one racing car. Zechs was the only one who could say his name and make sound, sexy, heavenly and oh! so! good! altogether. Quatre longed to hear it again… maybe in bed-HEY!
"I'M here… to give you good news-"
"I made it?!" Zechs exclaimed. Quatre smiled and nodded, he did not trust his voice to sound dignified. God! Zechs looked like a sex god when he smiled. Suddenly! To Quatre's delight and surprise, Zechs grabbed him and twirled him around in a tight hug.
'Finally! I can be with this angel all the time!' Zechs' heart cried out happily. Suddenly it hit him like a brick was smashed on his head, he was twirling Quatre round like a mad-man. He stopped abruptly and dropped poor Quatre who landed on his butt. For a brief moment, Quatre stoned. Did Zechs just drop him? Finally the pain registered.
"OW!"
"I'm sorry," Zechs said as he stiffly bent down and picked Quatre up. "I didn't mean to."
"Hey, if suddenly you decide that you don't like me, at least just put me down nicely." Quatre reasoned. Zechs' stomach dropped to his toes. Did Quatre think that he didn't like him?
"No!" Zechs yelled. Quatre took a step back in shock. "I mean, yes! I will put you down nicely, but No! I do like you." Zechs finally declared. Quatre stoned.
'He likes me! He likes me! He likes me! He likes me!' Quatre thought over and over happily.
"Quatre?" Zechs called out. "Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"You were dreaming…"
"Oh sorry. Erm, may I have your number so that I can notify you of our practice dates?"
"Yeah sure!" though Zechs hoped that Quatre will talk more than just about practice dates.
*Meanwhile*
"This where you live?" Duo asked. Trowa nodded. The surroundings were harsh, even when walking here, many pairs of dangerous eyes were studying them. If they were worth the effort of being picked on. Duo silently hoped that they looked tough but only come in peace. "Scary! How can one stay here and feel safe?"
"With many locks." Trowa explained and showed them his door then pointed to the window. Had about three locks on the door and grills on the windows. Then he moved to the only other room. It had soundproof walls. In the middle laid a bass guitar and an electric guitar and some other expensive equipment. Probably to help him compose songs. Trowa shut the door and snapped the lights on. The amplifier moaned as Trowa switched it on as well. Trowa began a song, made himself comfortable on his stool and began playing. When the song ended, none of the boys moved, Trowa felt uneasy. He did not play well enough? He really wanted to join a band. Right now it wasn't for the money anymore, it was before, but not anymore. It was more for the wanting to be with someone. Trowa looked at his guitar, plucking at the strings lightly as he waited for the other two to speak.
"Wow." Heero whispered. "He'd be good for us." Heero whispered to Duo, who nodded in agreement.
"You tell him." Duo told Heero. Heero pointed at himself, eyes wide. Duo nodded.
"Trowa. We have decided." Heero paused as he studied Trowa's expression. He looks sad, did he think that we did not want him? Heero's heart melted, again. "Yes. I want-WE want you to join us." Heero corrected.
Pairings: 1x3, 4x6, 2x5
Warning: Seriously LONG fic. AU, Shounen ai [I can't write lemon], In progress! Anymore? Tell me I will add them in okay?
- I don't own any of the characters from Gundam Wing in here!
CHAPTER 4 How they began – Part 3
"Excuse me? Zechs?"
"Yes?" Zechs answered turning around. 'Oh my God. It is that blond!' Zechs' thought as his heart did a sprint around his chest over and over.
~*Meanwhile*~
Both friends left 'China Jump', when suddenly a body emerged from the corner and ran Heero down. The new body, laid on all fours above Heero, pinning Heero down. The new boy's exposed eye, stared at Heero.
'God, I feel like he had seen my whole soul…' Heero thought as he kept his eyes on his one eye. Heero slowly melted under his gaze like chocolate under the sun.
*Meanwhile*
"Zechsy!" a girl yelled from afar. "Zechsy! Can you help me with my arithmetic?" The girl appeared from nowhere, suddenly blocking Quatre's view of Zechs. "I'm sorry. But I wish to Zechs. You can skid-addle out of here now." The stupid girl declared, dragging Zechs away.
"Hey, I was talking to him first!" Quatre retorted.
"Go Away, Doll." Quatre's eyebrows twitched violently, he balled his fists and forced himself to calm down.
"Do NOT call me, 'doll'." Quatre spat, a tinge of red coloring his pretty face. Quatre's pissed! "I have to speak to Zechs, and NOW." Quatre grabbed Zechs and made a run for it.
*Meanwhile*
"Hey! He-man!" Duo cried nudging Heero with his foot. But Heero's heart was pounding too loudly in his ears for him to hear Duo. Heero and the one-eyed stranger had been staring at each other for ages and Duo was getting bored. Mentally thinking if they were having a telepathic conversation. But THAT, was ridiculous. "Hey! Mr. my-hair-sticks-out-one foot-in-front-of-my-face! Get Off My Friend!" Duo bellowed.
"Sorry." The stranger finally said and climbed off Heero. Looking at the closed doors of 'China Jump', the stranger asked. "Are the auditions over?"
Duo nodded. "Why? You wanted to try out?"
"For the bass guitar, yeah." He said dejectedly. There goes his wonderful dream of being rich.
"I don't see your guitar…" Duo asked suspiciously.
"Actually, I ran here straight from work. I was hoping the guys would let me borrow one." The stranger with the greenest eye(s) revealed. Heero moved towards Duo and whispered into his ear.
*Meanwhile*
"Who… was… that?!" Quatre asked between panting. They ran quite a distance before managing to lose that bitch. Fancy calling Quatre a 'doll'!
"Erica Summers…" Zechs replied after catching his breath before Quatre did, he was after all the star of the basketball team. Gosh! Quatre had been holding his hand! No more than a second after his heart had clamed down, it began pounding out of his chest again!
"I'm Quatre. Pleased to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Quatre."
*Meanwhile*
"Well, sorry. Auditions are over." Duo said finally. Quatre was not in the club, which means the place is locked. The stranger's shoulders dropped, slightly, a teensy-weensy bit only. "However, if you can find a bass guitar, Now, we can conduct an audition wherever you want to." Duo continued.
The stranger's eye popped out. You mean that cute guy he ran over was one of the band mates?! He wanted to hyperventilate, but he hid it perfectly. Well, so did Heero, he had been hyperventilating since he was knocked down. Gosh! He was rather new to this feeling. No one ever held such a powerful gaze, stronger than his own, 'YOU! DIE! NNOOOWWWW!' stare. Every one fled like mice, except Duo, when Heero looked like that.
'Do I make him feel like that too?' Heero wondered, hoping he did too.
"I'm Duo, and this mute guy who you ran over is Heero." Duo stuck his hand out.
The stranger took Duo's hand graciously, "I'm Trowa."
*Meanwhile*
The engines in Quatre's heart roared to life like a formula one racing car. Zechs was the only one who could say his name and make sound, sexy, heavenly and oh! so! good! altogether. Quatre longed to hear it again… maybe in bed-HEY!
"I'M here… to give you good news-"
"I made it?!" Zechs exclaimed. Quatre smiled and nodded, he did not trust his voice to sound dignified. God! Zechs looked like a sex god when he smiled. Suddenly! To Quatre's delight and surprise, Zechs grabbed him and twirled him around in a tight hug.
'Finally! I can be with this angel all the time!' Zechs' heart cried out happily. Suddenly it hit him like a brick was smashed on his head, he was twirling Quatre round like a mad-man. He stopped abruptly and dropped poor Quatre who landed on his butt. For a brief moment, Quatre stoned. Did Zechs just drop him? Finally the pain registered.
"OW!"
"I'm sorry," Zechs said as he stiffly bent down and picked Quatre up. "I didn't mean to."
"Hey, if suddenly you decide that you don't like me, at least just put me down nicely." Quatre reasoned. Zechs' stomach dropped to his toes. Did Quatre think that he didn't like him?
"No!" Zechs yelled. Quatre took a step back in shock. "I mean, yes! I will put you down nicely, but No! I do like you." Zechs finally declared. Quatre stoned.
'He likes me! He likes me! He likes me! He likes me!' Quatre thought over and over happily.
"Quatre?" Zechs called out. "Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"You were dreaming…"
"Oh sorry. Erm, may I have your number so that I can notify you of our practice dates?"
"Yeah sure!" though Zechs hoped that Quatre will talk more than just about practice dates.
*Meanwhile*
"This where you live?" Duo asked. Trowa nodded. The surroundings were harsh, even when walking here, many pairs of dangerous eyes were studying them. If they were worth the effort of being picked on. Duo silently hoped that they looked tough but only come in peace. "Scary! How can one stay here and feel safe?"
"With many locks." Trowa explained and showed them his door then pointed to the window. Had about three locks on the door and grills on the windows. Then he moved to the only other room. It had soundproof walls. In the middle laid a bass guitar and an electric guitar and some other expensive equipment. Probably to help him compose songs. Trowa shut the door and snapped the lights on. The amplifier moaned as Trowa switched it on as well. Trowa began a song, made himself comfortable on his stool and began playing. When the song ended, none of the boys moved, Trowa felt uneasy. He did not play well enough? He really wanted to join a band. Right now it wasn't for the money anymore, it was before, but not anymore. It was more for the wanting to be with someone. Trowa looked at his guitar, plucking at the strings lightly as he waited for the other two to speak.
"Wow." Heero whispered. "He'd be good for us." Heero whispered to Duo, who nodded in agreement.
"You tell him." Duo told Heero. Heero pointed at himself, eyes wide. Duo nodded.
"Trowa. We have decided." Heero paused as he studied Trowa's expression. He looks sad, did he think that we did not want him? Heero's heart melted, again. "Yes. I want-WE want you to join us." Heero corrected.