Now, let me give you a little bit of background information on Heero.
First of all, he's MINE. Don't even think about trying to take him for yourself.
Otherwise, he lives with his mom, a nice but tired woman whose grandparents moved here from Japan. Heero's father skipped town not long after he was born, but he's the reason Heero has blue eyes. They're such sexy eyes, too. No wonder I'm in love. Heh.
His mom had to work hard to support herself and Heero, and as an only child, Heero was pretty much left to his own devices. That's why he's so quiet. He's got emotions, obviously, but sometimes he gets stuck on how to express them. He met Zechs in junior high (by the way, they've both graduated high school), and not long after they both joined up in Ice. A couple years later, Zechs had worked his way up to the top, and Heero stayed right beside him the whole way. They're both twenty now. Zechs lives with his girlfriend, and those two lovebirds both actually have steady jobs. Do NOT ask me how Zechs can juggle a job and the gang - it baffles even my mind.
Heero's been working part-time jobs for as long as I've known him. I guess he can't really keep one down for more than a few months because he can't always interact all that well with other people. That, and he has this tendency to be a little... aggressive. Not always a good thing when you have to be doing what your boss says. It is, however, a great little quirk in bed.... ahem. Anyways.
Heero's been saving as much money as he can from each of his jobs, and he's hoping to get his own place somewhere so he's not such a burden on his mom. He loves her dearly, really, and he does everything he can to help her out. He does all the chores at home, to help save her time, so she can rest. He's such a sweetheart.
Well, as the two of them came into the courtyard, Quatre and I stood up to go greet them. I saw Trowa pull Quatre into a hug before I was swooped into a huge, and rather sloppy, kiss. Of course, even though this one was particularly sloppy, Heero is a damned good kisser, so I just melted against him. Good lord, do I love him.
We finally parted, and I was just a bit breathless. I opened my eyes to see Heero looking at me with that same damned smug smirk on his face. It was utterly sexy as hell.
"What happened?" I asked softly, still leaning against him.
He shrugged. "Nothing too big. Some idiot decided to pull a knife and got me on the hand. I kicked his ass. Then Zechs took me to the hospital, he said I needed stitches. So I got them." He shrugged again.
I raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you smiling at?"
If possible, his smirk did widen into a full blown smile. And, yeah, I know I make it sound like he never smiles. He does, but when we first met, he wore a perpetual frown on his face. It was so irritating to me, I started doing anything I could to get him to smile. It took a few months, almost a year, but I finally got him to crack one. And in the months since that day, it has become more and more common everyday I see him. It was also during that time that we realized we were falling in love. If he had smiled before I met him, then iwe/i may never have happened. Makes me damn glad, in a way, that he grew up so lonely, because now we have the rest of our lives to spend together.
Anyway, he was smiling. I was thoroughly baffled. I mean, yeah, he smiles pretty often now, but this was unusual, both in the amount of time he spent smiling and the itone/i of the smile itself. Confusing. Heh.
"It's just, I was thinking of you, during that fight. I pictured you in a dress at the top of a tower, and I was beating up the witch before I climbed your hair to rescue you." His arms around my waist tightened just a little bit, and he grabbed hold of my braid in one of his hands..
However, both of my eyebrows had now shot themselves up to the top of my forehead. My mouth opened, but I couldn't get anything to come out. Me, in a dress?! He just equated me with Rapunzel, for Christ's sake! Who knew he had such a twisted sense of humor? Well, I did. But even I wasn't expecting that. Heh.
Of course, Heero couldn't resist the temptation of my open mouth with nothing coming out, so he leaned forward and kissed me again. This one was sweet and gentle, and he gently leaned forward so that he had me in a dip. I wrapped my arms around his neck to help hold on, and just accepted it. Great as the moment was, though, that didn't mean reality wasn't going to intrude.
I heard Quatre giggling, somewhere behind me. "So, Heero, what color was his dress?"
I broke the kiss and turned my head to glare at him. That just made Quatre giggle harder. It was infuriating.
"Pink," I heard next to my ear, loud enough for everyone else to hear as well.
I turned back to my lover with an expression of horror on my face, I'm sure of it. "Pink?!" I squeaked out disbelievingly. God, that man has some imagination. I straightened up and pulled away. "How dare you?" I asked in mock anger. "iMe/i, in a ipink dress?/I You're crazy!"
His smile mellowed out a little. "Crazy in love with you," he murmured softly, and took me in his arms again for a gentle hug.
"iAhem,/i gentlemen, I believe that's enough public displays of affection," I heard Quatre behind me. "Remember? It's Wufei's turn to go get the drugs." His voice turned distasteful. He doesn't approve of the use of drugs for recreational purposes. I don't, either, for obvious reasons. But the gang has this innovation, where those who want hits pool their money and someone each has to take a turn to go get the stuff. No one escapes from this duty, but it helps the gang as a whole because it's not so likely for one person to be noticed over and over. Not that I ever bothered to figure out how it helps. I just do it so I can stay in the gang, but I never take part in getting high. It's too gross for me, and reminds me of my mom. I don't want to end up like her.
Wufei and Heero both never tried drugs, for reasons of their own that I don't really pry into. Though I know that with Heero, it's because he never socialized enough to be offered any, and never had the inclination to go get some himself. I'm damn glad about that.
Trowa, however, was a different story. I don't know any details, and don't ask, but since he met Quatre (I think it was love at first sight) he's been working hard to quit the addiction. I think he's almost over it, but I caught him once a little over a week ago smoking a joint. No one's perfect, I guess. At least he's trying, and he has changed quite a bit, in a good way.
Well, anyway, I know I said that the gang has it set up so only one person goes to get the group's drugs. Thing is, if one of the five of us has to go, we generally walk down to the district together, and let the one man do the actual dealing. See, I'm still on the younger side of the people who wander the streets, and I'm pretty short, too. I'm a decent fighter, but if three or more guys decided they didn't like me for some reason, well, I'm screwed. Quatre's in about the same position, so if it's either of our turns, the other guys go with us to help us out if there's a fight. When it's Trowa's turn, we all go for moral support, so he doesn't feel as tempted to dig in before the stuff is delivered. Wufei is a terrific fighter, almost as good as Heero. He's not short, but not tall, and could easily handle himself on the streets. Thing is, he wouldn't. Sometimes he murmurs things about not being strong enough, which is a pile of shit, but he just won't fight anyone. I've seen him do some practice stuff, so that's how I know he can. But, I figure, he's an artist, and a damn good one at that, so he can think and feel and do whatever the hell he wants. We all go with him to make sure he doesn't insult anyone (have I mentioned that he can be a real arrogant SOB?), and if a fight gets picked, which is pretty often, then the rest of us can fight for him.
But Heero... heh. Remember how I said he was the best fighter I'd ever seen? That includes the guys on movies who have all that fancy equipment to help them out. I have absolutely no idea how he learned it, but damn! So, really, if it's his turn to go get the stuff, the rest of us will only go out of habit, because we all go for everyone else. But Heero doesn't need it.
So, yeah, it was Wufei's turn for this crap-ass stupid job that has no real point to it, so of course the rest of us were gonna' go. Now, I know I mentioned earlier that it was too early for street thugs and whatnot to be out wandering around, and I know you're probably recalling that fact. Well, remember, me and Quatre had been talking for almost two hours, so it was about noon now, anyway. Also, we weren't going to some half-ass dealer on the street. No, sir. We had to go all the way up to this guy's apartment to get the stupid drugs. Something that the crackheads of Ice called "quality." Whatever. But it meant that, so long as he was awake, we'd be able to get the stuff. Going at this time of day assured that he'd be at home, not out selling or partying or whatever the hell the guy does. Judging from what I've seen of him, I don't really want to know.
Oh, and I forgot to mention something. The guy is a SICKO. There's always been at least two girls lounging around in his apartment when we go see him. And, he likes to grope my ass. Well, Quatre's too. See what I mean about the other guys coming along to help us out in a fight? I mean, yeah, he's only tried groping, but I have a feeling that if either of us was alone with him, he'd try for something that I'd personally rather not think about. He's got muscle, and yeah, I can fight, but I'm not sure I could take him on. I mean, Jesus, he's like some God-damned world-competition body-builder. Freakin' huge.
Anyway, I utterly despise it when one of us has to go meet the meatball and buy drugs off of him. So you can understand why I growled under my breath at Quatre's reminder. Why does the gang let in crackheads anyways?! Stupid bunch of morons....
Well, anyway, I nodded, and stepped away from Heero. He usually leads the way. That aggressive streak rearing its head - gotta' love it. I saw Wufei reach into his pocket to check the money, and he nodded to himself, meaning that it was all there and accounted for. I also noticed that his painting was done, though it was entirely possible that he'd go back and tweak it later. So how did I know it was done? He'd initialed it. Force of habit, I guess.
I moved over to the doorway, with Heero, and was waiting only a moment before the rest of us grouped up and we headed out the door. The sun was shining bright up in the sky, even though it was still a tad but chilly. I'd be taking off my jacket before we got there, I was sure. What a beautiful day to go encourage the illegal drug industry, don't ya' think?
First of all, he's MINE. Don't even think about trying to take him for yourself.
Otherwise, he lives with his mom, a nice but tired woman whose grandparents moved here from Japan. Heero's father skipped town not long after he was born, but he's the reason Heero has blue eyes. They're such sexy eyes, too. No wonder I'm in love. Heh.
His mom had to work hard to support herself and Heero, and as an only child, Heero was pretty much left to his own devices. That's why he's so quiet. He's got emotions, obviously, but sometimes he gets stuck on how to express them. He met Zechs in junior high (by the way, they've both graduated high school), and not long after they both joined up in Ice. A couple years later, Zechs had worked his way up to the top, and Heero stayed right beside him the whole way. They're both twenty now. Zechs lives with his girlfriend, and those two lovebirds both actually have steady jobs. Do NOT ask me how Zechs can juggle a job and the gang - it baffles even my mind.
Heero's been working part-time jobs for as long as I've known him. I guess he can't really keep one down for more than a few months because he can't always interact all that well with other people. That, and he has this tendency to be a little... aggressive. Not always a good thing when you have to be doing what your boss says. It is, however, a great little quirk in bed.... ahem. Anyways.
Heero's been saving as much money as he can from each of his jobs, and he's hoping to get his own place somewhere so he's not such a burden on his mom. He loves her dearly, really, and he does everything he can to help her out. He does all the chores at home, to help save her time, so she can rest. He's such a sweetheart.
Well, as the two of them came into the courtyard, Quatre and I stood up to go greet them. I saw Trowa pull Quatre into a hug before I was swooped into a huge, and rather sloppy, kiss. Of course, even though this one was particularly sloppy, Heero is a damned good kisser, so I just melted against him. Good lord, do I love him.
We finally parted, and I was just a bit breathless. I opened my eyes to see Heero looking at me with that same damned smug smirk on his face. It was utterly sexy as hell.
"What happened?" I asked softly, still leaning against him.
He shrugged. "Nothing too big. Some idiot decided to pull a knife and got me on the hand. I kicked his ass. Then Zechs took me to the hospital, he said I needed stitches. So I got them." He shrugged again.
I raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you smiling at?"
If possible, his smirk did widen into a full blown smile. And, yeah, I know I make it sound like he never smiles. He does, but when we first met, he wore a perpetual frown on his face. It was so irritating to me, I started doing anything I could to get him to smile. It took a few months, almost a year, but I finally got him to crack one. And in the months since that day, it has become more and more common everyday I see him. It was also during that time that we realized we were falling in love. If he had smiled before I met him, then iwe/i may never have happened. Makes me damn glad, in a way, that he grew up so lonely, because now we have the rest of our lives to spend together.
Anyway, he was smiling. I was thoroughly baffled. I mean, yeah, he smiles pretty often now, but this was unusual, both in the amount of time he spent smiling and the itone/i of the smile itself. Confusing. Heh.
"It's just, I was thinking of you, during that fight. I pictured you in a dress at the top of a tower, and I was beating up the witch before I climbed your hair to rescue you." His arms around my waist tightened just a little bit, and he grabbed hold of my braid in one of his hands..
However, both of my eyebrows had now shot themselves up to the top of my forehead. My mouth opened, but I couldn't get anything to come out. Me, in a dress?! He just equated me with Rapunzel, for Christ's sake! Who knew he had such a twisted sense of humor? Well, I did. But even I wasn't expecting that. Heh.
Of course, Heero couldn't resist the temptation of my open mouth with nothing coming out, so he leaned forward and kissed me again. This one was sweet and gentle, and he gently leaned forward so that he had me in a dip. I wrapped my arms around his neck to help hold on, and just accepted it. Great as the moment was, though, that didn't mean reality wasn't going to intrude.
I heard Quatre giggling, somewhere behind me. "So, Heero, what color was his dress?"
I broke the kiss and turned my head to glare at him. That just made Quatre giggle harder. It was infuriating.
"Pink," I heard next to my ear, loud enough for everyone else to hear as well.
I turned back to my lover with an expression of horror on my face, I'm sure of it. "Pink?!" I squeaked out disbelievingly. God, that man has some imagination. I straightened up and pulled away. "How dare you?" I asked in mock anger. "iMe/i, in a ipink dress?/I You're crazy!"
His smile mellowed out a little. "Crazy in love with you," he murmured softly, and took me in his arms again for a gentle hug.
"iAhem,/i gentlemen, I believe that's enough public displays of affection," I heard Quatre behind me. "Remember? It's Wufei's turn to go get the drugs." His voice turned distasteful. He doesn't approve of the use of drugs for recreational purposes. I don't, either, for obvious reasons. But the gang has this innovation, where those who want hits pool their money and someone each has to take a turn to go get the stuff. No one escapes from this duty, but it helps the gang as a whole because it's not so likely for one person to be noticed over and over. Not that I ever bothered to figure out how it helps. I just do it so I can stay in the gang, but I never take part in getting high. It's too gross for me, and reminds me of my mom. I don't want to end up like her.
Wufei and Heero both never tried drugs, for reasons of their own that I don't really pry into. Though I know that with Heero, it's because he never socialized enough to be offered any, and never had the inclination to go get some himself. I'm damn glad about that.
Trowa, however, was a different story. I don't know any details, and don't ask, but since he met Quatre (I think it was love at first sight) he's been working hard to quit the addiction. I think he's almost over it, but I caught him once a little over a week ago smoking a joint. No one's perfect, I guess. At least he's trying, and he has changed quite a bit, in a good way.
Well, anyway, I know I said that the gang has it set up so only one person goes to get the group's drugs. Thing is, if one of the five of us has to go, we generally walk down to the district together, and let the one man do the actual dealing. See, I'm still on the younger side of the people who wander the streets, and I'm pretty short, too. I'm a decent fighter, but if three or more guys decided they didn't like me for some reason, well, I'm screwed. Quatre's in about the same position, so if it's either of our turns, the other guys go with us to help us out if there's a fight. When it's Trowa's turn, we all go for moral support, so he doesn't feel as tempted to dig in before the stuff is delivered. Wufei is a terrific fighter, almost as good as Heero. He's not short, but not tall, and could easily handle himself on the streets. Thing is, he wouldn't. Sometimes he murmurs things about not being strong enough, which is a pile of shit, but he just won't fight anyone. I've seen him do some practice stuff, so that's how I know he can. But, I figure, he's an artist, and a damn good one at that, so he can think and feel and do whatever the hell he wants. We all go with him to make sure he doesn't insult anyone (have I mentioned that he can be a real arrogant SOB?), and if a fight gets picked, which is pretty often, then the rest of us can fight for him.
But Heero... heh. Remember how I said he was the best fighter I'd ever seen? That includes the guys on movies who have all that fancy equipment to help them out. I have absolutely no idea how he learned it, but damn! So, really, if it's his turn to go get the stuff, the rest of us will only go out of habit, because we all go for everyone else. But Heero doesn't need it.
So, yeah, it was Wufei's turn for this crap-ass stupid job that has no real point to it, so of course the rest of us were gonna' go. Now, I know I mentioned earlier that it was too early for street thugs and whatnot to be out wandering around, and I know you're probably recalling that fact. Well, remember, me and Quatre had been talking for almost two hours, so it was about noon now, anyway. Also, we weren't going to some half-ass dealer on the street. No, sir. We had to go all the way up to this guy's apartment to get the stupid drugs. Something that the crackheads of Ice called "quality." Whatever. But it meant that, so long as he was awake, we'd be able to get the stuff. Going at this time of day assured that he'd be at home, not out selling or partying or whatever the hell the guy does. Judging from what I've seen of him, I don't really want to know.
Oh, and I forgot to mention something. The guy is a SICKO. There's always been at least two girls lounging around in his apartment when we go see him. And, he likes to grope my ass. Well, Quatre's too. See what I mean about the other guys coming along to help us out in a fight? I mean, yeah, he's only tried groping, but I have a feeling that if either of us was alone with him, he'd try for something that I'd personally rather not think about. He's got muscle, and yeah, I can fight, but I'm not sure I could take him on. I mean, Jesus, he's like some God-damned world-competition body-builder. Freakin' huge.
Anyway, I utterly despise it when one of us has to go meet the meatball and buy drugs off of him. So you can understand why I growled under my breath at Quatre's reminder. Why does the gang let in crackheads anyways?! Stupid bunch of morons....
Well, anyway, I nodded, and stepped away from Heero. He usually leads the way. That aggressive streak rearing its head - gotta' love it. I saw Wufei reach into his pocket to check the money, and he nodded to himself, meaning that it was all there and accounted for. I also noticed that his painting was done, though it was entirely possible that he'd go back and tweak it later. So how did I know it was done? He'd initialed it. Force of habit, I guess.
I moved over to the doorway, with Heero, and was waiting only a moment before the rest of us grouped up and we headed out the door. The sun was shining bright up in the sky, even though it was still a tad but chilly. I'd be taking off my jacket before we got there, I was sure. What a beautiful day to go encourage the illegal drug industry, don't ya' think?