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 6 How they began – Part 5
"Wow! That is some crowd!" Quatre exclaimed as he got onto the charter bus.
"Can't believe that we are famous!" Duo said planting himself firmly on the back seat, followed by Heero, "Must be my charm."
"Charm your ass." Heero spat, Duo stuck out his tongue.
"It must be our kick ass music, really." Zechs said matter-of-factly then looking up at the ceiling as if he was in dreaming.
"Where we headed?" Heero asked.
"Over to the Maganucs Building. Relena wants to see us." Trowa answered.
"WHAT! That place it like ONE and a Half hours from here!" Heero yapped.
"I would get comfortable. Technically, she is our manager." Trowa continued. "It could be she wanted to give us our schedule, our money, our behavior, you dig?"
"Hn!" Heero groaned and fitted himself back into the seat. Actually, Heero did not mind seeing their manager, it is just the LONG and SSSLLLLOOOOWWW bus that is getting to him. After all he likes fast cars.
"You okay Quatre?" Zechs asked, sitting down beside him.
Quatre shook out of his daydream. Zechs' words, 'I have my eye on one special angel.' kept bothering him like some fly that won't DIE.
"Oh nothing." Quatre turned away to stare out of the window. It was going to be quite a ride. The building was not in the city where they had left.
While Quatre was down in the dumps, cause he did not know that he was actually Zechs' special angel he was talking about, Zechs relished in the thought that Quatre was available. He was going to let Quatre know that he had been wanting him. So what if Quatre did not swing that way, BUT what if he did? It is better to let Quatre know than suffer later in your fragile heart. You never know, Quatre may return your feelings!
"Quatre, I-"
"Please, will you leave me alone?" Quatre cut in before Zechs could say anything. Quatre wanted to be alone, the last thing he needed was to have the man of his dreams sitting beside him knowing that he could not have him, touch him, kiss him, ravish him. ARGH!
"But I-"
"I'm sorry. Please! Leave me alone!" Quatre whispered a little louder. Zechs clamped his mouth shut. Quatre had his head hanging down, his hair covering his eyes, his beautiful eyes and his hands resting on his lap. Then to Zechs amazing astonishment he saw a tear roll down Quatre's cheek and drop to his lap. Zechs' heart broke into pieces and he swore to KILL the person who was making his angel, HIS ANGEL, cry. Not that he knew that it was actually himself.
'WHY ISN'T HE MOVING!' Quatre cried out in his hurt little heart.
Suddenly Zechs reached out and rested his palm on Quatre's opposite cheek and drew Quatre head to face him. Zechs saw Quatre's tear stained face, red in the eyes, cheeks and nose. Fascinating, Quatre still looked great when he was crying! Zechs mentally slapped himself. Seeing Quatre laugh, hearing Quatre laugh was a hundred million times way better. Zechs moved his hand and pivoted it at Quatre's chin. With the other hand, wiped away Quatre's tears, then lowered his head and kiss Quatre lightly on the lips. The brush of lips were brief. God, Quatre's lips were soft and silky, so was Zechs'. Zechs lifted his head and smiled. At least Quatre did not resist. If he did, we can probably see a body flying out of the window. Finally Zechs left.
Well, if Zechs couldn't say it, he hoped his actions said it for him and prayed that Quatre read it right.
From the moment Zechs touched Quatre's lips, Quatre hadn't moved. His heart was pounding like an automatic machine gun on a rampage. God! What did that mean?! First he said he liked someone else, now he is going round kissing people! Wow, that felt damn good! NOW, Quatre's head was in a mess. Not only Zechs want his angel, he wants him too? Or is it just a 'don't-cry- please' kiss? Nah, nobody kissed people to make them stop crying, especially between males. It's ridiculous… ARGH! Quatre felt worse than just now.
"Hello, boys. Miss Relena is waiting for you inside." The secretary outside said. "Oh! Would you guys be so kind as to autograph a few things for my daughters? They are killing me!" The secretary said dig out, CD covers, diaries, fan-arts and a thong.
Five pairs of eyes gaped.
"Oh! This is my elder daughter's, I assure you that it is new, although I wonder how you can fit five signatures on this…"
Duo grabbed a marker on the desk and dove for the thong, the others followed suit grabbing different things then exchanging them.
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Thank You for your constant reviews Yume no Zencho! I look forward to reading it everytime! ^_^!
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 6 How they began – Part 5
"Wow! That is some crowd!" Quatre exclaimed as he got onto the charter bus.
"Can't believe that we are famous!" Duo said planting himself firmly on the back seat, followed by Heero, "Must be my charm."
"Charm your ass." Heero spat, Duo stuck out his tongue.
"It must be our kick ass music, really." Zechs said matter-of-factly then looking up at the ceiling as if he was in dreaming.
"Where we headed?" Heero asked.
"Over to the Maganucs Building. Relena wants to see us." Trowa answered.
"WHAT! That place it like ONE and a Half hours from here!" Heero yapped.
"I would get comfortable. Technically, she is our manager." Trowa continued. "It could be she wanted to give us our schedule, our money, our behavior, you dig?"
"Hn!" Heero groaned and fitted himself back into the seat. Actually, Heero did not mind seeing their manager, it is just the LONG and SSSLLLLOOOOWWW bus that is getting to him. After all he likes fast cars.
"You okay Quatre?" Zechs asked, sitting down beside him.
Quatre shook out of his daydream. Zechs' words, 'I have my eye on one special angel.' kept bothering him like some fly that won't DIE.
"Oh nothing." Quatre turned away to stare out of the window. It was going to be quite a ride. The building was not in the city where they had left.
While Quatre was down in the dumps, cause he did not know that he was actually Zechs' special angel he was talking about, Zechs relished in the thought that Quatre was available. He was going to let Quatre know that he had been wanting him. So what if Quatre did not swing that way, BUT what if he did? It is better to let Quatre know than suffer later in your fragile heart. You never know, Quatre may return your feelings!
"Quatre, I-"
"Please, will you leave me alone?" Quatre cut in before Zechs could say anything. Quatre wanted to be alone, the last thing he needed was to have the man of his dreams sitting beside him knowing that he could not have him, touch him, kiss him, ravish him. ARGH!
"But I-"
"I'm sorry. Please! Leave me alone!" Quatre whispered a little louder. Zechs clamped his mouth shut. Quatre had his head hanging down, his hair covering his eyes, his beautiful eyes and his hands resting on his lap. Then to Zechs amazing astonishment he saw a tear roll down Quatre's cheek and drop to his lap. Zechs' heart broke into pieces and he swore to KILL the person who was making his angel, HIS ANGEL, cry. Not that he knew that it was actually himself.
'WHY ISN'T HE MOVING!' Quatre cried out in his hurt little heart.
Suddenly Zechs reached out and rested his palm on Quatre's opposite cheek and drew Quatre head to face him. Zechs saw Quatre's tear stained face, red in the eyes, cheeks and nose. Fascinating, Quatre still looked great when he was crying! Zechs mentally slapped himself. Seeing Quatre laugh, hearing Quatre laugh was a hundred million times way better. Zechs moved his hand and pivoted it at Quatre's chin. With the other hand, wiped away Quatre's tears, then lowered his head and kiss Quatre lightly on the lips. The brush of lips were brief. God, Quatre's lips were soft and silky, so was Zechs'. Zechs lifted his head and smiled. At least Quatre did not resist. If he did, we can probably see a body flying out of the window. Finally Zechs left.
Well, if Zechs couldn't say it, he hoped his actions said it for him and prayed that Quatre read it right.
From the moment Zechs touched Quatre's lips, Quatre hadn't moved. His heart was pounding like an automatic machine gun on a rampage. God! What did that mean?! First he said he liked someone else, now he is going round kissing people! Wow, that felt damn good! NOW, Quatre's head was in a mess. Not only Zechs want his angel, he wants him too? Or is it just a 'don't-cry- please' kiss? Nah, nobody kissed people to make them stop crying, especially between males. It's ridiculous… ARGH! Quatre felt worse than just now.
"Hello, boys. Miss Relena is waiting for you inside." The secretary outside said. "Oh! Would you guys be so kind as to autograph a few things for my daughters? They are killing me!" The secretary said dig out, CD covers, diaries, fan-arts and a thong.
Five pairs of eyes gaped.
"Oh! This is my elder daughter's, I assure you that it is new, although I wonder how you can fit five signatures on this…"
Duo grabbed a marker on the desk and dove for the thong, the others followed suit grabbing different things then exchanging them.
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Thank You for your constant reviews Yume no Zencho! I look forward to reading it everytime! ^_^!