Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Sorry about that. But I do own a few characters that goes along with the series. Please do not use them.
Lady of the Night Shift
By starry comet
That night at the time Heero wanted them to show up, they five boys stood in front of the 'Lady Night Club'. It looked small on the outside appearance, with the helium lights of the sign in magenta. The building used to be a gangsta mob hideout in the early century, but the local police arrested half of them and killed the rest of them. Who ever was the own of the club sure did a fine ass job on the place. Trowa opened the door and all of them walked in at the same time. Inside, people were roaming around the place. A jazz band was playing on stage while people were dancing on the dance floor. The bar was half full, just people smoking, having a few glasses of drinks. The just stood looking around the place.
Wufei turned to the boys." Maybe we should spilt up and we might find out something about this club." They agreed with him. Heero went to the bar and sat two seats away from the other people sitting there. Duo sat two tables away from the dance floor. Wufei and Trowa sat at a table together. Quatre stood against the wall with his arms folded. Heero lean against the bar table not knowing what to do or what to say. Just watching people.
"Can I get you a drink sir?" somebody said behind the counter. Heero turned around and faced himself at a tall man. The man had long pale blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was wiping a glass with a cloth towel. "What may I get you sir?" he asked again.
"A vodka and gin on the side."
"Coming right up sir." The man turned around to prepare the drink. As Heero turned back to the crowd, he saw a man come on stage and grabbed the microphone. He was a red-brownish hair guy with two bangs on his right side and wearing a black tuxedo.
"Ladies and gentleman. This is the moment you have all been waiting for…"
"Here you go sir," said the bartender putting the glass on the counter. Heero took the glass and took a sip.
"Thanks."
"…the lovely young beauty who has the voice from the heart. Here is the one and only Miss Relena Peacecraft." The audience applauded in their seats. A young woman had stepped onto the stage while the host stepped off. Heero's eyes began to sparkle and his mouth dropped. She wore a green shining dress with a spilt on the side. The dress only had one strap on the right side. Relena shined through out the entire club with everybody's eyes on her. The man bent over to Herro's ear.
"Isn't she beautiful or what?" The Japanese boy's mouth was still opened.
"Uh, oh why she looks nice for a young girl." He took his glass and drank another sip. Relena took the mike into her hand and turned around to give the musicians a beat counter. The music started in a steady beat. Then it went into a cool, jazzy swing. The dark blonde blue eyed girl was swinging her hips to the beat. Heero turned half of his body around to relax his muscles a bit. His eyes were fully towards to Relena.
I fell in love with a man who loves me
A lot of respect like a piece of pie
I-I-I fell in love with a shoe that is nice
That will give you a piece of his mind
I-I fell in love with men who liked me
With nice people who loved me too
And sometimes I'm a mystery
That those men will never forget
The bartender looked at the boy. He smiled, wiping another glass behind the counter. Heero felt sweat all over his face. He could barely feel the muscles in his body. He knew that the woman was looking at him on stage.
I fell in love to love somebody
And help me be a good girl
I need to look nice and pretty
Sugar and spice and everything nice
I am here I am here
Just to do one thing
I fell in love
That's right
The audience stood up and applauded by the performance. Relena bowed with a smile. She got off the slowly, lifting part of her dress up so she won't trip. As Relena stepped down from the steps, people stood up to congratulate her.
"Hello Relena," said one man.
"Great job on your performance Miss Peacecraft," said another man.
"I love dress!" shouted a woman.
"Good evening."
Relena turned around to face the woman. "Why thank you. How do you do."
"How magnificent Miss Relena. That was the greatest performance I ever seen!"
"Thank you Miss Dorothy."
Heero was sweating all over his body; afraid she might come over to the bar. He tried to look calm, but mind his was whirling around in circles. The bartender lean over to his eye again. "Here she comes." And was she. The dirty brown hair could see it coming. He turned around completely; holding his glass in his hands that was totally empty. Relena finally came over to the bar. She sat down next to Heero with a smile. Then she turned the bartender. "I would like water please. My voice is very sore you know."
"Coming right up Relena." He turned around to fix the drink. Heero pulled out a cigarette from his case. He took out a lighter and flicked it. It wouldn't come on, so he tried and tried again. All of a sudden, he hears another lighter being flicked on. Before his eyes was a light and nice, smooth hand painted with green fingernails. He found out that it was Relena's lighter. Heero put his cigarette to the blazing fire. He leaned back into his chair and puffed out a cloud of smoke. Still Relena had that smile on her face.
"Thanks."
"No problem," Relena replied.
The bartender came back to the counter. "Here's your drink Relena." He sat it down on the counter.
"Thank you Millardo." She took a sip of her drink, still looking at Heero; he was doing the same.
'I guess she looks too good for a young girl like her,' he thought. He puts his empty glass down on the counter. "Do you know him miss?"
"Of course. I know almost everybody in this club. Well…Except you." She took another sip from her glass her of water. "What's your name handsome?"
"Heero Yuy."
"Heero Yuy. Not a bad name."
"Why thank-you." Heero looked at bartender for a full minute. He notices a few resemblances between the two. "How about the bartender? How do you know him so well?"
"Why, he's my brother. I can say it wasn't his choice to work here."
"So let me get this straight, Trieze Krushinada is the owner of this club?" Duo asked. He was talking to a purple hair; purple-blue eyed woman who looked about twenty-three. Duo was tried of sitting on his ass watching the jazz band play. He spotted the woman three tables away from him. Duo thought he could talk her into going to her house and get some ass for the night. Instead, he was stuck in this conversation for over twenty minutes.
"That's right. Last week I heard that he was getting married to a top Preventer. They already have a daughter together, about six years of age," the woman replied.
"So what's the daughter's name Lucrezia?"
"Marimia. I barely see her. That little girl always spends her time in the big house of theirs."
Duo took his glass into his hands and sips his drink. "I feel sorry for that girl."
The woman raised her eyebrow at the boy. She lifted her glass up to her mouth. "That's a laugh. You haven't felt sorry for anyone yet."
"You're a circus girl?"
"Of course Trowa. It has been our family tradition and I want to keep it running."
"That sounds great of you Cathy." Trowa couldn't figure out how he got himself into the conversation. All he remembers was that a young woman came up to the table and started talking to him. She had auburn curly hair, green eyes, and wearing a purple gown that covered the arms, leaving the shoulders bared. Trowa shifted his eyes away from her to look around the club. Catherine tried to see what he was looking at.
"What is it Trowa? Are you looking for someone?"
"Uh? Oh no. I just want to know how this Relena become so famous."
"On that's easy. As you see, Miss Sally Po was at her house one time. Relena use to be a shy girl. Before her fifteen birthday, Sally introduces Relena to Trieze Kushradina, the club owner. She convinces the girl to sing at least one song at this club. One her first night, everybody loved it. She was a rising star. Relena sang at a few clubs not far from here beside this one. So now you know huh?" Cathy was turning her straw in her drink. The ice was clinging as stirred.
"I understand it clearly."
"Thank you for the drink Quarte."
"Don't mention it Hilde," he replied. They were leaning against the wall watching the other people in the room. Quatre met the young girl when she was looking lonely at the corner of the bar. He decided to talk to her for awhile after the performance. Hilde was no more than sixteen. Her hair was barber cut with bangs on the right side, light blue eyes, and wore a blue green dress that the bottom front was longer than the back. So far, the two were getting along great.
"Why did you come to this club? I never seen you here before."
"Uh? Because I… I came here with some friends of mine."
Hilde moved closer to the Quatre with him not noticing. "Oh." She gulped down her drink. "Do you live with them?"
"Sort of. We kind of have the same job also."
"That is cool. You really don't have to be a lone. I wish that I can do that."
"Hn. It's not that easy." The two started laughing. The Arabian looked across the room and saw a pale blonde hair girl whom eyes were dull. He wondered if the young lady knew more about the singer. Maybe they were good friends of each other.
"Hey Hilde, does that girl in the black goes to school?"
"Sure she does. She goes to the Romafeller Foundation miles from here. Her name is Dorothy Cathilonia. Her grandfather owns that school." Hilde replied.
"Does she does to the same school as Relena?" asked Quatre.
"No. Relena goes to the Sank Kingdom. It's not far from the Romafeller."
"Both of the schools are rivals are they?"
"Yes indeed."
"You can't tell me where you work at?" Wufie's eyes were wide open, both hands on the table.
"Of course I can't. It's a secret for the last time. I wish I could, but then we get discover." Sally was sitting across from him smoking a cigarette. Wufei sat back in his chair, putting his arm around it.
"Okay I'll leave you alone." The Chinese boy made a smirk on his face. "I heard something about Trieze's fiancée. What's the lady's name?"
"Her name is Lady Une. She has brown shoulder length hair, wears glasses sometimes, and has a daughter."
"A daughter? How old is this girl?" He grabbed his glass from the table.
"Let me put this way Wufei. Lady Une and Trieze have known each other for years. She loved him from the start. The girl is only six years of age, mostly living in the house by herself, and doesn't go to school."
"Hard girl. When did they get engaged?"
"About two years ago."
"Too bad. The girl has no freedom for herself."
"I know Wufei. I know."
"Do you live by yourself Heero?"
"No. I live with four other guys in an apartment."
"How nice. I live by myself though."
"Doesn't Millardo live with you Relena?"
"No. He's too busy at the Sank Kingdom. I dotry to get to see him sometimes."
"Hn. That's something. Do you live in an apartment?" Heero said, nearly on his fourth drink.
"Yeah. A two story apartment. My brother doesn't visit me there often. So, yeah, you can stay that I'm a loner."
"Not as much as I see you." Heero had a complete smile on his face: eyes not even squeeze together. Relena gave him a cute smile also. She took a quick glance at the clock. Her eyes shot up when she realize what time it was.
"Shit. I'm sorry Heero. I have to go. I wish that I can stay longer."
"I understand. If you got something important to do, I'll let you go." Relena faced him with a sweet innocent looked on her.
"You know. You're really nice for a young man like you."
"You're really beautiful for a young lady like you." Millardo was looking at the two young kids before him. He put his hand in to a fist, moved it up to his mouth and made a sound. "Ah hum."
Relena looked behind the counter at her brother. "Oh sorry. Well gotta go." She bends down and kissed Heero on the cheek. "See ya later Heero Yuy."
The blonde turned around and headed for the doubled door. The Japanese boy stared as she left the club. The bartender came towards Heero wearing his coat. "So what did you think of my sister Heero?" he asked leaning against the counter. The boy was speechless.
"Remind me not to wash my face in the morning."
