Fighting It
Disclaimer-Hoffnung and Heart are mine; everything else belongs to their respective owners, which are NOT I! This fanfiction is purely for the enjoyment of both it's readers and it's writers.
Red and Blue
Why the phone? Why, of all the bills I could pay, had I decided to pay for the phone? I glared at the pink monstrosity. I could have bought a new phone, I suppose. One that hadn't been ordered from the colonies by my ex-wife. But then it probably wouldn't work.
That damn phone was probably the only thing left in my pad that had belonged to Rain. I had redecorated (anything that wasn't pink) and repainted (same rule applies) everything in the house to my liking. Mostly loud colors and louder furniture, as anyone I brought over said. It felt exactly like me, though, and that was all I cared about. Not many people were invited into my house, but all the other bachelors I associated with agreed with me. All the married men that had made it into my house stared at my large-screen plasma television surround sound and a mountain of good action DVD's (I had some anime, old sitcoms and the occasional horror flick from friends) in awe. Oddly enough, all these gifts were from my former students.
After Rain left me I kept our house in Hong Kong, but I changed my name. I moved Domon to a nice mountain cottage in the US, were it was near impossible anyone would ever visit. If they did they found some sign that said I wasn't home. Every so often I even visited, cleared out the answering machine and moved stuff around. About fours years ago Neo-Japan had called my residency and asked me to participate in the Gundam Fights again, but I turned them down immediately. Since then they haven't bugged me about it again, but I can almost feel the Gundam Fights' approach this year. I sold my original Hong Kong residence to my alias, Kaos Wyen, a quiet type who always wore fingerless gloves. I've taken to wearing a lot more jeans and tee shirts. I wore very little red, mostly back sleeveless tees and faded jeans that fit me like a second skin. I even let my hair grow out and wore it in a ponytail around the nape of my neck. My bangs were still horribly trademark, so I tipped them all silver. I'm not sure if anyone would recognize me anymore, but I've given up really caring. If I met someone from my time as a Gundam Fighter it wouldn't matter what I had done to hide myself, they would see through anything I had done to change myself in a flash.
Therefore I worked in some of the rougher places down town, hopping if former Gundam Fighters visited they wouldn't hit the bars. Now that I didn't have to worry about coming home with a broken nose, I easily found work as a thug. This soon grew boring; so I turned to my only true talent, martial arts. Within a year I had my own dojo in a decent part of town (away from the capitol building) and was poised to take over five other dojos in the area. Upon hearing one off my students express a desire to start a real life in the colonies, I decided to stay small. With the extra money I was able to send my student to Neo-Japan's colony with enough money to find a job and an apartment in a good part of town. He now works as a journalist for Neo-Japan's number one newspaper, 'The Star'. I can't help but smile when I think of him.
Several other students followed him to various colonies around space with steady jobs and Kaos Wyen's blessing. Before I knew what was happening they had pooled some money together and bought me that home entertainment center. I suppose they are the reason I kept the phone. I loved to hear from my 'children' and find out how they were doing in life. They didn't understand why I was content to stay on Earth, and I wasn't about to explain all the painful memories Neo-Japan held for me.
Despite my trust issues I had enjoyed several relationships with both men and women over the last seven years. None of them ever lasted long and nothing serious ever came about, but that suited me just fine. I'm afraid I can't stop hoping to meet the person who wrote me a very special letter. I was waiting for them to find me, even if I did look like a 25 plus year old punk.
A twenty-something punk, Kaos. What business did Rain have calling him? I glared at my answering machine, then sighed and picked up the receiver. I guess I'm about to find out.
"Domon? Domon Kasshu, is that you?" Was the first thing I heard, almost before the first ring. Someone's a little pissed off, and it sure wasn't me.
"Pardon?" I asked, summoning all the subtle courtesy I had picked up.
"Domon Kasshu, you asshole! I know that's you!" Rain screamed, and I pulled the receiver away from my ear to avoid going deaf.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm afraid you have the wrong number. . . Are you really Rain Kasshu, the Rain Kasshu?" I asked. Vaguely I noticed how calm I sounded since the last time Rain and myself had spoken. This relaxed manner seemed to have effected my voice, because I don't remember it being this deep. Rain hesitated, millions of miles away, and I wondered how much I had changed.
"I couldn't help but notice your name. I don't watch the news often, but I could swear I'd heard your name somewhere before." This was entirely true, I heard her name often enough mentioned with the prospect Neo-Japan Gundam Fighter. From what the news station insinuated, she was serious about him. I was happy for her, but I didn't think her possible hubby was a good enough Fighter. "Is something wrong?" I asked. I'd only once heard Rain this upset before, and I get the feeling this time she blamed me.
I felt sorry this time, though I had no idea what saddened her.
"Nothing, Mr. Wyen. Please don't call me back." The dial tone assaulted me. I laughed. She was still as much as bitch as I remembered.
I walked out of my house, leaving the door unlocked. People this side of town knew better than to steal from me, I still like to participate in street fights and I have an uncanny knack for guessing the identity of the guilty party. I walked right into Hong Kong spring, humming and sporadically decided to visit my protégée.
He was honestly interested in martial arts for the joy of participating in them, not as stress relief or settling a grudge. He was of German decent, making me wonder how he ended up in China. His name was Hoffnung, hope in germen.
His energy was immense, his technique was excellent and his attitude was fiery. I see him as a younger, more intelligent version of myself and am quite embarrassed to say I've bedded him more than once earlier in his martial arts career. In spite of this, he is the only person I can imagine passing on the 'King of Hearts' title to, and the only person I have told my identity to. This is probably only because I talk in my sleep, or I am comfortable enough in Hoffnung's presence to do so. I've been trying to talk Hoffnung into trying out as Hong Kong's Gundam Fighter, but he refuses to audition unless I try for Japan. He's actually almost convinced me.
Humming one of the songs Hoffnung had given to me on a burnt CD, 'Drink and Fight' I made my way to his usual hangout. I don't share his joy of music, but Hoffnung has been known to convince me to take CD's from him.
Hoffnung likes to hide out in a grill and bar across from the remains of the capitol building when he's not beating someone up. Lots of big shots hang out there, and it makes me curious about whom Hoffnung is. Even my confidant is subject to my paranoia, but I've purposefully kept myself from ever investigating his background, or his real name.
I spotted the familiar head of pale blue hair in a private booth and walked over. The booth wall hid the profile o a head of red hair across from him, but I assumed it must be his new lay. The waitresses knew us both and sometimes we had won a free dessert by making out on the table.
I ginned at Hoffnung and sat down next to him, almost missing the gasp from his date. Then I recognized the man next to Hoffnung.
George DeSand.
Damn.
Like a fine wine, age had only added to his appeal. Fuck, no one had a right to be that sexy! Wait, what? Okay then, I'll just ignore that thought. And focus on not drooling over that gorgeous body, the soft, pale skin, the big eyes-this is not going the direction I was hoping. I wonder if I stand a chance with him? I smiled my most charming smirk.
"Good to see you again, George." I said calmly, my voice going a bit husky. Well if that wasn't the stupidest thing I could have done. . . Hoffnung laughed at me.
"And you also, Kaos. I've been speaking with Hoffnung here, and he explained a great deal." I glanced at my laughing apprentice. Yeah, and what else did you say, you little fucker? I almost didn't catch George's return smile, and I noticed just how pink his lips are. I grimaced as I felt my pants suddenly get * very * tight. Hoffnung recognized my expression and laughed harder.
"I'm glad I won't have to worry about you anymore, sensei." He managed between peals of laughter. George looked adorably confused and I resisted the urge to molest him. If he even remembered me, I highly doubt he swings my way. If I remember correctly he was more than happy with that princess. I glared at Hoffnung and was pleased to see him sober up quickly. He'd been trying to hook me up with anything on legs for the past year, and I do not appreciate his meddling. And his cryptic comments in front of George DeSand.
I stuck my tongue out at him, thinking there was a chance for me to dash out the door. As my muscles tensed for the leap I felt someone hug my waist. I was almost up and launching an attack before I stopped myself. Luckily for my mystery glomper I held back. Hoffnung noticed and smiled at me. If that teme thinking I'm going soft, he's got another think coming when I get him in a ring. . .
"Daddy!" I looked at the girl who had appeared in my lap. She smiled at me. She started talking,
"I missed you so much Daddy, even though Mommy said you were a jerk and I could never see you I just had to come find you and Mister DeSand helped and Daddy what's that big lump in your pants?" While she caught her breath I blushed bright red and tried to avoid George's eyes. Amid even more of Hoffnung's explosive laughter I squeaked out,
"After I make a visit to the men's room, shall we continue this at my home?"
TBC. . .
A/n- (smirks evilly) Dang that was fun to write. I just love bashing Domon, annoying bugger that he is. Hope all you George/Domon fans out there liked it; I know it's been I long time coming. Real life got in the way. Anywho go check out my stuff at Fictionpress.com, I'm PlotLemmingVictim. I'm quite proud of my work there. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows!
C/n- (takes off blue wig and grins at fans) Yes, I'm Hof. No, not Hoffnung, he's one of minor parts that Koori pays me to play. My full name is Heiligenschein meaning Halo. Koori also hires me to critic her work. And it always sucks, but I usually don't take the time to explain all the problems to her puny brain.
Koori- Hey, arsehole! Just get on with the criticism.
Hof- Fair enough. It's actually not too bad. The grammar is something to be feared, but yours always is. You've got some plot development, but it's not overbearing. Lots of characterization, and mostly good characterization at that. Your one weak point to me appears to be Domon's reaction to George and especially Heart. It's your first time writing a romantic tangle between two males, so that is to be expected.
Koori- (preens) In that case, I think it's also fair enough to tell you not to step backwards.
Hof- (steps back) Why- (gets gallon of purple paint dropped on him, followed by lots of sparkles) x.x
Koori- (smacks him with Yaoi Wand) Well, I did warn him. Too late now. . .(clears throat) I dub thee, THE (snicker) FLAMING PRINCE!
Disclaimer-Hoffnung and Heart are mine; everything else belongs to their respective owners, which are NOT I! This fanfiction is purely for the enjoyment of both it's readers and it's writers.
Red and Blue
Why the phone? Why, of all the bills I could pay, had I decided to pay for the phone? I glared at the pink monstrosity. I could have bought a new phone, I suppose. One that hadn't been ordered from the colonies by my ex-wife. But then it probably wouldn't work.
That damn phone was probably the only thing left in my pad that had belonged to Rain. I had redecorated (anything that wasn't pink) and repainted (same rule applies) everything in the house to my liking. Mostly loud colors and louder furniture, as anyone I brought over said. It felt exactly like me, though, and that was all I cared about. Not many people were invited into my house, but all the other bachelors I associated with agreed with me. All the married men that had made it into my house stared at my large-screen plasma television surround sound and a mountain of good action DVD's (I had some anime, old sitcoms and the occasional horror flick from friends) in awe. Oddly enough, all these gifts were from my former students.
After Rain left me I kept our house in Hong Kong, but I changed my name. I moved Domon to a nice mountain cottage in the US, were it was near impossible anyone would ever visit. If they did they found some sign that said I wasn't home. Every so often I even visited, cleared out the answering machine and moved stuff around. About fours years ago Neo-Japan had called my residency and asked me to participate in the Gundam Fights again, but I turned them down immediately. Since then they haven't bugged me about it again, but I can almost feel the Gundam Fights' approach this year. I sold my original Hong Kong residence to my alias, Kaos Wyen, a quiet type who always wore fingerless gloves. I've taken to wearing a lot more jeans and tee shirts. I wore very little red, mostly back sleeveless tees and faded jeans that fit me like a second skin. I even let my hair grow out and wore it in a ponytail around the nape of my neck. My bangs were still horribly trademark, so I tipped them all silver. I'm not sure if anyone would recognize me anymore, but I've given up really caring. If I met someone from my time as a Gundam Fighter it wouldn't matter what I had done to hide myself, they would see through anything I had done to change myself in a flash.
Therefore I worked in some of the rougher places down town, hopping if former Gundam Fighters visited they wouldn't hit the bars. Now that I didn't have to worry about coming home with a broken nose, I easily found work as a thug. This soon grew boring; so I turned to my only true talent, martial arts. Within a year I had my own dojo in a decent part of town (away from the capitol building) and was poised to take over five other dojos in the area. Upon hearing one off my students express a desire to start a real life in the colonies, I decided to stay small. With the extra money I was able to send my student to Neo-Japan's colony with enough money to find a job and an apartment in a good part of town. He now works as a journalist for Neo-Japan's number one newspaper, 'The Star'. I can't help but smile when I think of him.
Several other students followed him to various colonies around space with steady jobs and Kaos Wyen's blessing. Before I knew what was happening they had pooled some money together and bought me that home entertainment center. I suppose they are the reason I kept the phone. I loved to hear from my 'children' and find out how they were doing in life. They didn't understand why I was content to stay on Earth, and I wasn't about to explain all the painful memories Neo-Japan held for me.
Despite my trust issues I had enjoyed several relationships with both men and women over the last seven years. None of them ever lasted long and nothing serious ever came about, but that suited me just fine. I'm afraid I can't stop hoping to meet the person who wrote me a very special letter. I was waiting for them to find me, even if I did look like a 25 plus year old punk.
A twenty-something punk, Kaos. What business did Rain have calling him? I glared at my answering machine, then sighed and picked up the receiver. I guess I'm about to find out.
"Domon? Domon Kasshu, is that you?" Was the first thing I heard, almost before the first ring. Someone's a little pissed off, and it sure wasn't me.
"Pardon?" I asked, summoning all the subtle courtesy I had picked up.
"Domon Kasshu, you asshole! I know that's you!" Rain screamed, and I pulled the receiver away from my ear to avoid going deaf.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm afraid you have the wrong number. . . Are you really Rain Kasshu, the Rain Kasshu?" I asked. Vaguely I noticed how calm I sounded since the last time Rain and myself had spoken. This relaxed manner seemed to have effected my voice, because I don't remember it being this deep. Rain hesitated, millions of miles away, and I wondered how much I had changed.
"I couldn't help but notice your name. I don't watch the news often, but I could swear I'd heard your name somewhere before." This was entirely true, I heard her name often enough mentioned with the prospect Neo-Japan Gundam Fighter. From what the news station insinuated, she was serious about him. I was happy for her, but I didn't think her possible hubby was a good enough Fighter. "Is something wrong?" I asked. I'd only once heard Rain this upset before, and I get the feeling this time she blamed me.
I felt sorry this time, though I had no idea what saddened her.
"Nothing, Mr. Wyen. Please don't call me back." The dial tone assaulted me. I laughed. She was still as much as bitch as I remembered.
I walked out of my house, leaving the door unlocked. People this side of town knew better than to steal from me, I still like to participate in street fights and I have an uncanny knack for guessing the identity of the guilty party. I walked right into Hong Kong spring, humming and sporadically decided to visit my protégée.
He was honestly interested in martial arts for the joy of participating in them, not as stress relief or settling a grudge. He was of German decent, making me wonder how he ended up in China. His name was Hoffnung, hope in germen.
His energy was immense, his technique was excellent and his attitude was fiery. I see him as a younger, more intelligent version of myself and am quite embarrassed to say I've bedded him more than once earlier in his martial arts career. In spite of this, he is the only person I can imagine passing on the 'King of Hearts' title to, and the only person I have told my identity to. This is probably only because I talk in my sleep, or I am comfortable enough in Hoffnung's presence to do so. I've been trying to talk Hoffnung into trying out as Hong Kong's Gundam Fighter, but he refuses to audition unless I try for Japan. He's actually almost convinced me.
Humming one of the songs Hoffnung had given to me on a burnt CD, 'Drink and Fight' I made my way to his usual hangout. I don't share his joy of music, but Hoffnung has been known to convince me to take CD's from him.
Hoffnung likes to hide out in a grill and bar across from the remains of the capitol building when he's not beating someone up. Lots of big shots hang out there, and it makes me curious about whom Hoffnung is. Even my confidant is subject to my paranoia, but I've purposefully kept myself from ever investigating his background, or his real name.
I spotted the familiar head of pale blue hair in a private booth and walked over. The booth wall hid the profile o a head of red hair across from him, but I assumed it must be his new lay. The waitresses knew us both and sometimes we had won a free dessert by making out on the table.
I ginned at Hoffnung and sat down next to him, almost missing the gasp from his date. Then I recognized the man next to Hoffnung.
George DeSand.
Damn.
Like a fine wine, age had only added to his appeal. Fuck, no one had a right to be that sexy! Wait, what? Okay then, I'll just ignore that thought. And focus on not drooling over that gorgeous body, the soft, pale skin, the big eyes-this is not going the direction I was hoping. I wonder if I stand a chance with him? I smiled my most charming smirk.
"Good to see you again, George." I said calmly, my voice going a bit husky. Well if that wasn't the stupidest thing I could have done. . . Hoffnung laughed at me.
"And you also, Kaos. I've been speaking with Hoffnung here, and he explained a great deal." I glanced at my laughing apprentice. Yeah, and what else did you say, you little fucker? I almost didn't catch George's return smile, and I noticed just how pink his lips are. I grimaced as I felt my pants suddenly get * very * tight. Hoffnung recognized my expression and laughed harder.
"I'm glad I won't have to worry about you anymore, sensei." He managed between peals of laughter. George looked adorably confused and I resisted the urge to molest him. If he even remembered me, I highly doubt he swings my way. If I remember correctly he was more than happy with that princess. I glared at Hoffnung and was pleased to see him sober up quickly. He'd been trying to hook me up with anything on legs for the past year, and I do not appreciate his meddling. And his cryptic comments in front of George DeSand.
I stuck my tongue out at him, thinking there was a chance for me to dash out the door. As my muscles tensed for the leap I felt someone hug my waist. I was almost up and launching an attack before I stopped myself. Luckily for my mystery glomper I held back. Hoffnung noticed and smiled at me. If that teme thinking I'm going soft, he's got another think coming when I get him in a ring. . .
"Daddy!" I looked at the girl who had appeared in my lap. She smiled at me. She started talking,
"I missed you so much Daddy, even though Mommy said you were a jerk and I could never see you I just had to come find you and Mister DeSand helped and Daddy what's that big lump in your pants?" While she caught her breath I blushed bright red and tried to avoid George's eyes. Amid even more of Hoffnung's explosive laughter I squeaked out,
"After I make a visit to the men's room, shall we continue this at my home?"
TBC. . .
A/n- (smirks evilly) Dang that was fun to write. I just love bashing Domon, annoying bugger that he is. Hope all you George/Domon fans out there liked it; I know it's been I long time coming. Real life got in the way. Anywho go check out my stuff at Fictionpress.com, I'm PlotLemmingVictim. I'm quite proud of my work there. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows!
C/n- (takes off blue wig and grins at fans) Yes, I'm Hof. No, not Hoffnung, he's one of minor parts that Koori pays me to play. My full name is Heiligenschein meaning Halo. Koori also hires me to critic her work. And it always sucks, but I usually don't take the time to explain all the problems to her puny brain.
Koori- Hey, arsehole! Just get on with the criticism.
Hof- Fair enough. It's actually not too bad. The grammar is something to be feared, but yours always is. You've got some plot development, but it's not overbearing. Lots of characterization, and mostly good characterization at that. Your one weak point to me appears to be Domon's reaction to George and especially Heart. It's your first time writing a romantic tangle between two males, so that is to be expected.
Koori- (preens) In that case, I think it's also fair enough to tell you not to step backwards.
Hof- (steps back) Why- (gets gallon of purple paint dropped on him, followed by lots of sparkles) x.x
Koori- (smacks him with Yaoi Wand) Well, I did warn him. Too late now. . .(clears throat) I dub thee, THE (snicker) FLAMING PRINCE!