Hello once again, Fanfiction world! I took a nice week-long break from
writing, but I'm back again!
Despite the original setting of this story, it is mainly a 1X2, not a 3X4, though that does show up a little throughout it.
Now on to my thank-you's from my previous fic.
Cob: oooh creepy .. You wouldn't happen to have a friend named Sam or Smoky or Twiggy, would you? ::looks at people's stares:: okay..never mind. I dunno why I wrote what I wrote, and the reason I put the song in there was because I thought it was better and more original than Avril, even if it was used in Star Trek.
Ryoko-onee: well, whatever comes may come, when it comes to my endings. Sumtimes they're stupid, sumtimes sappy and sumtimes sad. The stupid ones will start to come out later this year, whenever I find my old archives from 2001 or sumthin like that.
EvilGoddess: well, here's your opportunity to read this ficcy. It's a little more on the humourous side then the others have been, because I put in a really ..well you'll see when it comes.
GoldenRat: uh... yes, rather...:: backs away slowly:: you could just read the end of ANY long fic, and it would turn out the same, ya know.. It almost never says "Oh, I guess Duo really didn't like Heero, and left him for dead, but Heero really loved Relena, even if she is a bitch.." And I don't know why I just said that, I just love to ramble on about nothing ^_~
Kanberry: well, yes it was.. But oh well. Anyways, this should be really stupid and fuzzy, not as graphic, I don't think, more of the PG-13 field.
FuJi Fox: ya, I like that song a lot too, and even my brother likes it, and he's 75% deaf, so it just goes to show you it's a cool song. I guess I was trying to make up for the use of Avril earlier, I had nooo idea why I did that, I mean, I like Avril, but what's she got to do with anything? This song, I thought was closer to the actual fic's air. The fic I'm writing now has a very different air, very light and carefree and honestly, pretty stupid, but hey it's Easter break so NYAH!
DISCRIPTION OF FIC: Quatre is out shopping for Trowa's Christmas present when a car runs him over. Now, the only way for him to get back to Trowa in time for Christmas is to make the two most unlikely characters fall in love. Will have mild 3X4, less mild 1X2 in lata chapters.
WARNINGS: This will have yaoi in it, AU, probably and OOC thing somewhere in it, and a crazy God, so if you are very very Religious and cannot bear a stupid God for a dumb fic, plz leave now.
WELL without further ado, let's get on wit da show!
Chapter 1 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aquamarine eyes glanced back and forth at the various Christmas decorations set up around the downtown of the little Earth Village of Hudson, as it had for the past three hours. "Oh, I should have gone out a little earlier, how am I ever going to find a perfect Christmas present for Tro-koi by next week?" The Arabian muttered softly, bypassing a train shop where the Polar Express model train softly rumbled down the plastic tracks, giving off a gentle "toot" every once in a while.
Quatre had been looking for quite some time for the perfect gift for his green-eyed lover, but with no luck. Falling gently on his eyelashes, the pure white snow reminded him that soon Christmas would be here, and he would have nothing for his best friend. He'd gotten all the other pilots and their friend's gifts easily. For Duo, He'd gotten a black shirt with a silver dragon prowling from his right shoulder down to the left side of his stomach, with the scaly tail wrapping around his back. Although Quatre wasn't into that sort of style, he knew his braided buddy would be. For Heero, he had gotten a new laptop cover, knowing that a new laptop would not have been appreciated. The man was totally in love with the contraption, and despite Quatre's frequent pleas to go outside and find a hobby, the Japanese pilot stayed at the monitor almost 24 hours a day.
Wufei was the easiest person to shop for, although Quatre worried he could have made a wrong choice, with the book "101 ways to Deliver True Justice" but oh well, it was the thought that counted, right? Relena got a new pink satin ball gown, although the blonde knew she'd find something wrong with it, Hilde got a new pair of heavy boots for her new job with Duo at the metal shop, Dorothy, a new sheath for her rapier, and Sally got a comb for that really strange hairdo of hers. Catherine insisted on not being given anything, throwing out any previoius attempts until Quatre had given up.
But what to get Trowa? Normally, he would have stopped to look at the decorations in the windows, but today he was in a hurry. Rushing into the jeweler's shop, Quatre bubbled out "Hey, Tony."
"Quatre-sama! What brings you here in such a hurry?" The blonde looked hurriedly up, muttering "Well, you see, it's about Trowa."
"Oh, him, your "special friend", eh?" Quatre sheepishly nodded, then said softly "Have you got anything for him?" The man across the counter shook his head. "To anybody else, I'd lie and say of course I have the perfect thing for your spouse and/or loved one, but to you," He smiled at Quatre. "I can tell you that we haven't got anything of value. Really wish I could help you, son."
The blue-green eyes darkened with disappointment. That was the last shop in town, and he'd thought for sure the kindly old man would have been able to help him. Walking to the door, he faintly heard the tinkle of the bell, announcing his departure. The air outside suddenly seemed a lot colder, and Quatre broke into a jog, desperate to get to his home so he could have warm hot chocolate and curl up by the roaring fire in a home spun blanket.
He never saw the car coming.
The wind was knocked out of the 21-year old as he tumbled to the ground, his eyes suddenly unfocusing and going dark, while the screams of the bystanders and the screech of the Malibu dimmed as well, until it was all turned into muted silence. A voice popped into his head. "Wow, always wondered what death would be like. not as much pain as I thought it'd be." Wait, Quatre thought, if I'm dead, how can I think? Come to think of it, how can I see too? For while he was thinking to himself, the colours had started reappearing, at first just in fuzzy blues and whites, turning more vivid every second. The next moment, a soft moan escaped his lips as he realized what he was looking at. Tousled blonde hair was lying in a pool of red beneath the blue Pontiac while people pointed, saying "I wonder who he was?" and "Poor boy, he looks so young."
I know who that boy is, the Arabian thought. That boy is me. But that must mean. I'm dead. But why am I above him? Am I...a- an angel?"
"Congratulations, smart one. You figured out what you were, despite the long period of time it took you to realize why you have huge white wings." The boy whipped around, yelling "who said that? Who are you?"
"You doofus, I'm God." He said it simply, like it was an obvious statement, while Quatre stood there with his mouth wide open. "Look at yourself, soon you'll start drooling. Pull yourself together, man!" Abruptly, Quatre shook his head slowly, then said "Okay, Duo you've had your fun, but now I'd like to come down."
"There is no down left, if you hadn't noticed." The Arabian slowly looked towards his feet to see his massacred body and the crowd had disappeared into black swirling mist. "Now, as I was saying, I'm God, and this is Heaven, so get used to it, you'll be here for a while, at least I think so." They were surrounded by pink clouds and blue skies that materialized from the same place as the black mists had : from nowhere. "Take a seat." The bodiless voice commanded. The blonde looked left and right, then shrugged his shoulders and said "well, I would, but where?" The voice took on the voice of a mother teaching a obviously thick child. "There are clouds every where for you, Quatre." Gingerly, the small boy sat down on a puffy cloud to his left, then shifted slightly, the silence getting to him. "so. this is Heaven." He said after an uncomfortable pause. "No shit, Sherlock." Came the impatient reply. "Well, what do I do here?"
"Ah, this is pretty much it."
"Well in that case," the sea-green eyed boy said, brushing himself off. "I think I will be going."
"Newsflash: you're dead, you can't just say 'see ya later' and walk out the door. You hafta do something first." The hopelessness in Quatre's eyes was replaced with a sudden burst of energy. "Wait, you mean there is a way out of here?"
"Well...yes.." The voice muttered hesitantly, as if wishing he had not said anything at all. Quatre's tenor voice was yelling out "how? Please tell me, I'll do anything!" Before his eyes, one pastel cloud formed itself into a screen, though it looked like a piece of glass at first , showing the sky behind the clouds, a perfect baby blue. Then the screen turned a bright red colour with black print saying "The Murder Game" then a voice-over spoke out in a overly-cheery voice, like an announcer saying out the choices of prizes to take home. "For your first liberation package , you can kill a wanted criminal! Come to a luxurious haven full of the wrong type, and, armed with your choice of weapon, kill a most wanted criminal!" Quatre shuddered and said "No thanks, I've had enough killing in my earlier years, I probably AM on one of the most wanted."
"Then I'd watch out if I were you, because two guys are out on that game at this very moment." Came the reply, full of joy. "Anyways, I thought God was merciful and kind, what are you?"
"Ah, Europeans, they like to over exaggerate everything." (1) Quatre turned his attention back to the screen, where now it was blue with a green print, saying "Stop the Sequels" Again the cheery voice came on, saying "Getting sick of more and more 'Jaws' movies? Never again want to see 'The Animal' or 'Kangaroo Jack' again? Then here's your chance in the newest category 'Stop the Sequels"! Save America and the world by ending horrible movies right now!"
"uh, no offence God, but "Stop the Sequels?" what kind of lame excuse for a task is that?" Quatre said, but there was no response. The final choice said "The Matchmaker" In pink print over a red background. Quatre glanced at it, thinking it would be another insane task "Left behind a loved one back at home? Well, here's a new way to get back to him/her! All you have to do is make two people, already selected, fall in love with each other, so YOU can go back to your sweetheart!"
"Sounds cute! I'll take that one, get back to Trowa in exchange of helping others find true love? When can I start?"
"As soon as you finish the briefing. Your mission is to two people find out that they are meant for each other."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that one out." There was an arrogant sniff, then a "Well, I see. I suppose you already know who you're supposed to be pairing up, as well, if you're so smart." The blonde flushed and looked down at his small feet. "Well, no." God replied "Alrighty then you listen to me, 'k?" The screen blanked out and turned into the glass wall again, but only for a moment. Then two faces appeared, circling around each other as they came more into focus. "These are the two you must make fall for each other." Leaning in closer, blue eyes snapped open in disbelief as the faces went completely into focus. Then he gasped and uttered one sentence:
"Duo and Heero?"
TBC..
Woohoo! Go crappy fic! This isn't very sad or deep like my other fics are, it's pretty shallow, but you know what, it's cute so NYAH! I'm writing it anyways!
Duo: uh.. What's the point of this fic? Q: to get me back with my lover! D: so.. You force me to fall in love with Heero so you can go back to your Honey-Bunches-of-Oats? Q: Trowa's not a cereal! Oh, I guess so, but hey are you going to complain? D: I guess not.. ^_^ okay then on with the fic
READ AND REVIEW OR ELSE I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE TO WRITE! HAHAHHAHAHA GOTCHA THERE!
Despite the original setting of this story, it is mainly a 1X2, not a 3X4, though that does show up a little throughout it.
Now on to my thank-you's from my previous fic.
Cob: oooh creepy .. You wouldn't happen to have a friend named Sam or Smoky or Twiggy, would you? ::looks at people's stares:: okay..never mind. I dunno why I wrote what I wrote, and the reason I put the song in there was because I thought it was better and more original than Avril, even if it was used in Star Trek.
Ryoko-onee: well, whatever comes may come, when it comes to my endings. Sumtimes they're stupid, sumtimes sappy and sumtimes sad. The stupid ones will start to come out later this year, whenever I find my old archives from 2001 or sumthin like that.
EvilGoddess: well, here's your opportunity to read this ficcy. It's a little more on the humourous side then the others have been, because I put in a really ..well you'll see when it comes.
GoldenRat: uh... yes, rather...:: backs away slowly:: you could just read the end of ANY long fic, and it would turn out the same, ya know.. It almost never says "Oh, I guess Duo really didn't like Heero, and left him for dead, but Heero really loved Relena, even if she is a bitch.." And I don't know why I just said that, I just love to ramble on about nothing ^_~
Kanberry: well, yes it was.. But oh well. Anyways, this should be really stupid and fuzzy, not as graphic, I don't think, more of the PG-13 field.
FuJi Fox: ya, I like that song a lot too, and even my brother likes it, and he's 75% deaf, so it just goes to show you it's a cool song. I guess I was trying to make up for the use of Avril earlier, I had nooo idea why I did that, I mean, I like Avril, but what's she got to do with anything? This song, I thought was closer to the actual fic's air. The fic I'm writing now has a very different air, very light and carefree and honestly, pretty stupid, but hey it's Easter break so NYAH!
DISCRIPTION OF FIC: Quatre is out shopping for Trowa's Christmas present when a car runs him over. Now, the only way for him to get back to Trowa in time for Christmas is to make the two most unlikely characters fall in love. Will have mild 3X4, less mild 1X2 in lata chapters.
WARNINGS: This will have yaoi in it, AU, probably and OOC thing somewhere in it, and a crazy God, so if you are very very Religious and cannot bear a stupid God for a dumb fic, plz leave now.
WELL without further ado, let's get on wit da show!
Chapter 1 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aquamarine eyes glanced back and forth at the various Christmas decorations set up around the downtown of the little Earth Village of Hudson, as it had for the past three hours. "Oh, I should have gone out a little earlier, how am I ever going to find a perfect Christmas present for Tro-koi by next week?" The Arabian muttered softly, bypassing a train shop where the Polar Express model train softly rumbled down the plastic tracks, giving off a gentle "toot" every once in a while.
Quatre had been looking for quite some time for the perfect gift for his green-eyed lover, but with no luck. Falling gently on his eyelashes, the pure white snow reminded him that soon Christmas would be here, and he would have nothing for his best friend. He'd gotten all the other pilots and their friend's gifts easily. For Duo, He'd gotten a black shirt with a silver dragon prowling from his right shoulder down to the left side of his stomach, with the scaly tail wrapping around his back. Although Quatre wasn't into that sort of style, he knew his braided buddy would be. For Heero, he had gotten a new laptop cover, knowing that a new laptop would not have been appreciated. The man was totally in love with the contraption, and despite Quatre's frequent pleas to go outside and find a hobby, the Japanese pilot stayed at the monitor almost 24 hours a day.
Wufei was the easiest person to shop for, although Quatre worried he could have made a wrong choice, with the book "101 ways to Deliver True Justice" but oh well, it was the thought that counted, right? Relena got a new pink satin ball gown, although the blonde knew she'd find something wrong with it, Hilde got a new pair of heavy boots for her new job with Duo at the metal shop, Dorothy, a new sheath for her rapier, and Sally got a comb for that really strange hairdo of hers. Catherine insisted on not being given anything, throwing out any previoius attempts until Quatre had given up.
But what to get Trowa? Normally, he would have stopped to look at the decorations in the windows, but today he was in a hurry. Rushing into the jeweler's shop, Quatre bubbled out "Hey, Tony."
"Quatre-sama! What brings you here in such a hurry?" The blonde looked hurriedly up, muttering "Well, you see, it's about Trowa."
"Oh, him, your "special friend", eh?" Quatre sheepishly nodded, then said softly "Have you got anything for him?" The man across the counter shook his head. "To anybody else, I'd lie and say of course I have the perfect thing for your spouse and/or loved one, but to you," He smiled at Quatre. "I can tell you that we haven't got anything of value. Really wish I could help you, son."
The blue-green eyes darkened with disappointment. That was the last shop in town, and he'd thought for sure the kindly old man would have been able to help him. Walking to the door, he faintly heard the tinkle of the bell, announcing his departure. The air outside suddenly seemed a lot colder, and Quatre broke into a jog, desperate to get to his home so he could have warm hot chocolate and curl up by the roaring fire in a home spun blanket.
He never saw the car coming.
The wind was knocked out of the 21-year old as he tumbled to the ground, his eyes suddenly unfocusing and going dark, while the screams of the bystanders and the screech of the Malibu dimmed as well, until it was all turned into muted silence. A voice popped into his head. "Wow, always wondered what death would be like. not as much pain as I thought it'd be." Wait, Quatre thought, if I'm dead, how can I think? Come to think of it, how can I see too? For while he was thinking to himself, the colours had started reappearing, at first just in fuzzy blues and whites, turning more vivid every second. The next moment, a soft moan escaped his lips as he realized what he was looking at. Tousled blonde hair was lying in a pool of red beneath the blue Pontiac while people pointed, saying "I wonder who he was?" and "Poor boy, he looks so young."
I know who that boy is, the Arabian thought. That boy is me. But that must mean. I'm dead. But why am I above him? Am I...a- an angel?"
"Congratulations, smart one. You figured out what you were, despite the long period of time it took you to realize why you have huge white wings." The boy whipped around, yelling "who said that? Who are you?"
"You doofus, I'm God." He said it simply, like it was an obvious statement, while Quatre stood there with his mouth wide open. "Look at yourself, soon you'll start drooling. Pull yourself together, man!" Abruptly, Quatre shook his head slowly, then said "Okay, Duo you've had your fun, but now I'd like to come down."
"There is no down left, if you hadn't noticed." The Arabian slowly looked towards his feet to see his massacred body and the crowd had disappeared into black swirling mist. "Now, as I was saying, I'm God, and this is Heaven, so get used to it, you'll be here for a while, at least I think so." They were surrounded by pink clouds and blue skies that materialized from the same place as the black mists had : from nowhere. "Take a seat." The bodiless voice commanded. The blonde looked left and right, then shrugged his shoulders and said "well, I would, but where?" The voice took on the voice of a mother teaching a obviously thick child. "There are clouds every where for you, Quatre." Gingerly, the small boy sat down on a puffy cloud to his left, then shifted slightly, the silence getting to him. "so. this is Heaven." He said after an uncomfortable pause. "No shit, Sherlock." Came the impatient reply. "Well, what do I do here?"
"Ah, this is pretty much it."
"Well in that case," the sea-green eyed boy said, brushing himself off. "I think I will be going."
"Newsflash: you're dead, you can't just say 'see ya later' and walk out the door. You hafta do something first." The hopelessness in Quatre's eyes was replaced with a sudden burst of energy. "Wait, you mean there is a way out of here?"
"Well...yes.." The voice muttered hesitantly, as if wishing he had not said anything at all. Quatre's tenor voice was yelling out "how? Please tell me, I'll do anything!" Before his eyes, one pastel cloud formed itself into a screen, though it looked like a piece of glass at first , showing the sky behind the clouds, a perfect baby blue. Then the screen turned a bright red colour with black print saying "The Murder Game" then a voice-over spoke out in a overly-cheery voice, like an announcer saying out the choices of prizes to take home. "For your first liberation package , you can kill a wanted criminal! Come to a luxurious haven full of the wrong type, and, armed with your choice of weapon, kill a most wanted criminal!" Quatre shuddered and said "No thanks, I've had enough killing in my earlier years, I probably AM on one of the most wanted."
"Then I'd watch out if I were you, because two guys are out on that game at this very moment." Came the reply, full of joy. "Anyways, I thought God was merciful and kind, what are you?"
"Ah, Europeans, they like to over exaggerate everything." (1) Quatre turned his attention back to the screen, where now it was blue with a green print, saying "Stop the Sequels" Again the cheery voice came on, saying "Getting sick of more and more 'Jaws' movies? Never again want to see 'The Animal' or 'Kangaroo Jack' again? Then here's your chance in the newest category 'Stop the Sequels"! Save America and the world by ending horrible movies right now!"
"uh, no offence God, but "Stop the Sequels?" what kind of lame excuse for a task is that?" Quatre said, but there was no response. The final choice said "The Matchmaker" In pink print over a red background. Quatre glanced at it, thinking it would be another insane task "Left behind a loved one back at home? Well, here's a new way to get back to him/her! All you have to do is make two people, already selected, fall in love with each other, so YOU can go back to your sweetheart!"
"Sounds cute! I'll take that one, get back to Trowa in exchange of helping others find true love? When can I start?"
"As soon as you finish the briefing. Your mission is to two people find out that they are meant for each other."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that one out." There was an arrogant sniff, then a "Well, I see. I suppose you already know who you're supposed to be pairing up, as well, if you're so smart." The blonde flushed and looked down at his small feet. "Well, no." God replied "Alrighty then you listen to me, 'k?" The screen blanked out and turned into the glass wall again, but only for a moment. Then two faces appeared, circling around each other as they came more into focus. "These are the two you must make fall for each other." Leaning in closer, blue eyes snapped open in disbelief as the faces went completely into focus. Then he gasped and uttered one sentence:
"Duo and Heero?"
TBC..
Woohoo! Go crappy fic! This isn't very sad or deep like my other fics are, it's pretty shallow, but you know what, it's cute so NYAH! I'm writing it anyways!
Duo: uh.. What's the point of this fic? Q: to get me back with my lover! D: so.. You force me to fall in love with Heero so you can go back to your Honey-Bunches-of-Oats? Q: Trowa's not a cereal! Oh, I guess so, but hey are you going to complain? D: I guess not.. ^_^ okay then on with the fic
READ AND REVIEW OR ELSE I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE TO WRITE! HAHAHHAHAHA GOTCHA THERE!