By: Silent Lullaby

Gundam Wing does not belong to me. However the story does.

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I'm sorry for being away for so long, but I needed the break. I'm certain everyone is very familiar with the insanity of the end of the school year. This year was exceptionally chaotic. Though I'm very thankful to chaos, that I am. It's made me the happiest boy alive. Anyway enough of my ramblings, I doubt anyone cares to hear them.

I plan for this to be a fairly short story, though last time I said that it ended up being over twenty chapters so don't believe a word I say when it comes to length. However, since I might be rather rusty at the writing business, I'll drop the story if I don't hear any reaction, positive or negative.

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I remember that night, just like it was yesterday. My friends convinced me to go to a club, in celebration of my birthday. I agreed only after they had spent well over an hour discussing my love life, or lack there of in front of me. Only then because at that moment they had suggested setting up a date for me with the girl that works at the coffee shop down the street. She's a sweet girl, however she disturbs me greatly. That and I think my eyes are allergic to the color pink.

That and I don't have any interest in women, though they didn't know that at the time. Not because I feared their reaction, but because I didn't see the point. I wasn't interested in dating; I had too many other things to think of. So maybe I was a little afraid of their reaction. Who wouldn't be afraid of what match making schemes they would concoct if they knew my leanings?

It seemed though, that fate is not without a sense of humor, its specialty is that of irony. I'm sure its laughing right now, over past and present jokes at my expense.

Fate would have it that he was also at that club that night. My friends had long since left my silence company for that of the wild dance floor. It was in a dark corner, only lit by flickering electric blue light, that I saw him.

I was lucky I had already finished my drink otherwise I would have had a nice coke stain on my shirt as a gift.

His skin glowed like blue ice, leaving me to wonder at how pale he would be in the sunlight. His movements however were another story altogether. He was afire. His hands moving about him like tongues of flame. Every move he made was accented by his blue tinged hair flying about him like watery flames. I'm aware that is a paradox, but that's just what he was that night. He was an enigma that called to me, like a siren to the sailor. Who was I to ignore his summoning?

I made my way through the crowd of bodies that flowed together in a chaotic stream of movement. I stepped into blue tinged darkness and froze. He was even more stunning up close. Perhaps I had been hoping he would be like so many paintings, a sight to behold from afar, but a mess of color up close. It he had been, I could have berated myself for my idiocy and gone back to my life of stable continuity.

The summons grew stronger and I walked up to him. Upon tapping his shoulder his eyes opened, only to be masked by both shadow and light.

"Would you dance with me?"

He smiles and shook his head, making his hair drift like silken curtains over his face.

"I don't dance with people."

Perhaps I should have taken that no for an answer. Instead I began to dance near him. I felt like a fool, I can't dance, let alone when he was watching me so closely.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to dance."

He laughed, his voice like chiming bells. It was beautiful.

"Perhaps this once I'll make an exception."

With that he began to move with me, and as he did I lost control of my body. It reacted to his every movement. He circled me, and as he did, his fingers would caress my shoulder or down my neck. A hand would slide just barely into my shirt, ghosting against my waist of back.

I was breathing hard by that point. Not from dancing but from his touches. It took all I had to not moan when his lips brushed past my ear. Unfortunately that left me with nothing to fend of a groan went his tongue joined in. It was only a mere second. A small eternity.

He smiled again. I think that when I began to fall. I'm still falling aren't I?