Wilde's Requiem
Gwing AU: ^^ .
Cherries
^_^ Thank you very much Skye and for the cute idea! I think this is the fastest I've ever updated. Huh.
Wednesday Part Sixteen: I *Don't* Want to be a Supermodel!
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Evil, horrible, despicable adults! How could they! Wufei turned away from the dressing room mirror. He was not having one of his better weeks. He was locked inside, sort of. // "I can't believe they're doing this to me!" // There was only a curtain separating him from the outside world, but he could see the tapping ends of impatient black shoes. // "Fann! Peacecraft!" // He glared at his only option. "Mr. Peacecraft! I want to go home!"
Milliard stopped tapping. "I smashed the car. Don't you remember? Besides, I bet you'll look so cute in that little outfit." Fann nodded beside him, "Oh I can't wait to see him! You're way too tall for that role, Adonis." Milliard sighed, "I suppose, but maybe I can be Zeus and steal him away."
Wufei stamped his foot, "I heard that! This is not funny! This is not cute! I want to go home!"
Fann tapped on Milliard's shoulder, "Plan B. Go get him." The younger man had a feeling it would result to this. It was all right. He was prepared to deal with the consequences good or bad. Milliard rolled his sleeves and stretched out a little. "Okay. Time me."
Wufei stood pouting in the mirror until he saw the curtain pushed aside. "Mr. Peacecraft! Get out!" Milliard sighed and let the curtain fall down behind him. The space was rather cramp and he was thoroughly frustrated that the boy was still dressed. "What's wrong with you? Here, let me help you." Wufei pulled back, "What are you insane!" Blood was rushing to Wufei's head fast enough for it to blow up.
Milliard leaned back a little. He glanced at the drapery and back at the boy in front of him. "Alright. If you put that on, I'll wear something equally embarrassing, but it would make old Fann happy." Wufei sucked his teeth and turned away. "What do I care? It's no reason to dress up like that." Milliard pouted, "But Fann's condition- opps."
Wufei looked up, "What condition?" Milliard bit his lower lip and turned away. "I can't tell you. It's very personal. He would never forgive me." Wufei scratched the back of his neck. He was starting to feel guilty. "What's wrong? Is he sick or something?" Milliard nodded, "His lungs. He's had cancer for four years. On the outside he's a happy, jolly man, but on the inside, he's dying." The blonde bowed his head and sobbed a little. "He's not a perverted man or anything. It's just sometimes the only way for him to remember his younger days, is for someone to act it out."
Wufei looked at the white linen. "When the hell was he Egyptian? I'm not wearing makeup!" Milliard nodded, "I understand. I'll just go tell him he can't relive that vacation to Egypt with David- opps." Wufei raised a suspicious eyebrow. "And who's David?" Milliard shook his head and sighed, "Old Davy. He was Fann's companion. He died about a year ago."
Wufei frowned. Besides being very close to the one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen, he could be the factor that would or would not let Fann die with happy memories. // "Wherever this sensitive side came from, I want it to go back! I feel miserable," // the boy lifted the thin garment. "Alright. I'll wear it."
Milliard walked out and shook Fann's hand. "I'll give him a moment to change on his own. Then I'm going back in there." Fann frowned, "Treize is a really bad influence on you."
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Two movies later, labels were exchanged and families were angry. Could it get any better? Duo and Heero stood at a pinball machine in the lobby of the movie theater and watched the spectacle. So far two families left, four asked for refunds, and one single dad punched the manger. Duo laughed and leaned on the machine while Heero played it.
The braided boy sipped soda through a straw then giggled. "That was some of my best work." Heero shook his head, "The taxi scam was better." Duo looked blankly at his friend. "What taxi scam? I don't remember that one?" Heero took the soda and sipped out of it. "I hate cherry." He handed it back to Duo and resumed his game. "The taxi scam was back when we were kids. Remember, we snuck into a taxi and cried like hell when someone got in."
Duo snapped his fingers as the memory resurfaced, "I remember! The cab driver thought our parents forgot us and would drive around for half an hour while we gave him directions like 'I live in a blue house and it has a green tree!' Man those were the good days." Heero nodded. "Now that was funny."
Quatre and Trowa came out of the bathroom and signaled for their comrades. Quatre whispered, "That's enough trouble. Lets get out of here. Wufei is not in the bathroom. I think he ditched us." Heero wrapped an arm around Duo's neck. "I know he ditched us. It's all right. We can go on back to your place without him. He probably went to a library or something." Trowa shook his head, "No. It's closed for repairs this week." Quatre blushed, "Well, lets get going. You don't have to come over today Heero."
Duo frowned, "What? So you two can fuck around in that big apartment without us! I don't think so." Quatre pouted, "Language Duo. That's not what I meant. I just thought you two wanted some time alone." The blonde boy looked down at the ground. "Are we being obvious?"
Heero was walking back to the car. He stopped and looked over his shoulder, "So obvious."
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Fann sighed. Treize really was a bad influence.
The small yelps of embarrassment and occasional protruding limp, was earning his quite shop a few odd stares. He decided to direct a customer inside. "Good day Mr. Tran," greeted Fann. The man frowned, "What's going on there?" Fann visibly paled, "A fitting for a new and difficult customer. Something of a diva, I'm afraid." He led the customer further back and away from the shaky dressing stall.
Inside, Milliard was more than a little fed up. "Look here, you'll put this on properly or else!" Wufei snatched away and bumped in the wall. "How dare you threaten me!" Milliard pulled the boy closer and held his shoulders. "Because. I'm taller." Wufei frowned and shook his head. "You can't just make me change!" Milliard sighed. "I didn't want to do this. Keep in mind, it's all your fault."
Wufei didn't have time to consider the last part. He couldn't make out how fast Milliard's hand moved across his shirt and unbuttoned him. "Hey! But- " Milliard turned him around and pushed the boy against the wall. "No buts mister." He pulled the shirt off and stood back. "My aren't you well put together." Wufei blushed and ducked his head down. "Shut up!"
// "I don't believe it! I'm being completely violated by my teacher's boyfriend! What did I do?" // Milliard's larger hands were back on him again. They certainly felt like they belonged to a pianist. His fingers were soft and his trimmed nails lightly scraped across Wufei's hips. This all made the boy tremble. Milliard sighed, "Well come on. Or do I have to do away with your pants myself?" Wufei shook his head, "No! I can do that myself."
Milliard withdrew his hands. "Well." The boy's blush went to his forehead and ears. "Well, I rather do this part in private please." Milliard sighed, "You have one minute. If you're not done by then, I'm coming back."
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Treize frowned at his watch. It was almost three o'clock and no one came to pick him up. Then he remembered why. He frowned and called for a cab. "I better go pick up that suit from Fann. Milliard probably never got to it. He could see Relena's squadron of followers heading towards the girl's car. "Maybe-" He quickly changed his chain of thought. There was no way he was going to hop into a car with Relena Peacecraft. He would rather wait for the cab. Then again, she was the annoying messenger who gave him his first bit of bad news for the day. Of course he could.
Treize calmly walked over the large car. "Good afternoon, Ms. Peacecraft." As soon he had spoken, the squadron of girls went into mild shook. Relena frowned at their drooling faces and looked up Treize. "Good afternoon, Treize." One of the girls gave Relena a questioning look. "Why did you call Mr. Khushrenada by his first name?" Relena sighed, "We're practically related." Treize waved the comment aside. "I was wondering if you could give me a ride home. Your dear brother wrecked my car, again."
Relena blinked, "Again? That's the fifth one." Treize nodded, "It would same my cars are allergic to his driving style." Relena smiled slightly, "If it weren't for someone teaching him to be fast paced, he wouldn't go about speeding." Treize smiled back at the girl and retorted, "If it weren't for someone scaring him off, he wouldn't go runaway period." Relena frowned. "And you want me to give you a ride home. It's completely opposite the direction I'm going."
Treize smiled and made the girls behind Relena swoon, // "Works like a charm." // He turned his attention back to his angry almost-sister-in-law. "I need to get out to the mall. It's close enough to your home. You practically live there anyway, it's in your blood." Relena rolled her eyes in a un-lady like fashion. "Fine. Get in."
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Time was up. Wufei finally stepped out of the dressing room. His long black hair was loose his almond eyes were decorated with black eyeliner. The overall look of the draping tunic clasped at one shoulder with a loose silk rope at the waist was, to say the least, breathtaking. The boy's little un-callus feet were in small sandals and there was gold circlet around the top of his silky head. The adorable pout adorning his face wasn't bad either.
Milliard smiled and clasped his hands together, "Now that's a work of art!" He walked over and patted the younger man on the shoulder, "You're very lovely, Wufei." The boy blushed as Milliard did the unthinkable and actually kissed him, lightly on the cheek. The boy started to reply, but words failed him and he simply looked away.
Milliard took Wufei's chin between his fingers. "Don't be shy. You're really very lovely. No wonder Treize likes you so much. I might be developing a little crush myself. You're very, very, beautiful." Wufei bit swallowed. He was looking into Milliard's eyes and he couldn't look away. // "Oh god. Oh boy. Please don't let him kiss me again. Oh boy." //
If the boy was wishing for a distraction, he had finally earned one. Milliard looked away briefly and spoke to Fann. "What do you think Fann? Fann?"
The old man was lying on the floor unconscious and unmoving. Milliard's eyes widened, "Oh god! Call a hospital!"
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Hm, where are we going now?
Gwing AU: ^^ .
Cherries
^_^ Thank you very much Skye and for the cute idea! I think this is the fastest I've ever updated. Huh.
Wednesday Part Sixteen: I *Don't* Want to be a Supermodel!
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Evil, horrible, despicable adults! How could they! Wufei turned away from the dressing room mirror. He was not having one of his better weeks. He was locked inside, sort of. // "I can't believe they're doing this to me!" // There was only a curtain separating him from the outside world, but he could see the tapping ends of impatient black shoes. // "Fann! Peacecraft!" // He glared at his only option. "Mr. Peacecraft! I want to go home!"
Milliard stopped tapping. "I smashed the car. Don't you remember? Besides, I bet you'll look so cute in that little outfit." Fann nodded beside him, "Oh I can't wait to see him! You're way too tall for that role, Adonis." Milliard sighed, "I suppose, but maybe I can be Zeus and steal him away."
Wufei stamped his foot, "I heard that! This is not funny! This is not cute! I want to go home!"
Fann tapped on Milliard's shoulder, "Plan B. Go get him." The younger man had a feeling it would result to this. It was all right. He was prepared to deal with the consequences good or bad. Milliard rolled his sleeves and stretched out a little. "Okay. Time me."
Wufei stood pouting in the mirror until he saw the curtain pushed aside. "Mr. Peacecraft! Get out!" Milliard sighed and let the curtain fall down behind him. The space was rather cramp and he was thoroughly frustrated that the boy was still dressed. "What's wrong with you? Here, let me help you." Wufei pulled back, "What are you insane!" Blood was rushing to Wufei's head fast enough for it to blow up.
Milliard leaned back a little. He glanced at the drapery and back at the boy in front of him. "Alright. If you put that on, I'll wear something equally embarrassing, but it would make old Fann happy." Wufei sucked his teeth and turned away. "What do I care? It's no reason to dress up like that." Milliard pouted, "But Fann's condition- opps."
Wufei looked up, "What condition?" Milliard bit his lower lip and turned away. "I can't tell you. It's very personal. He would never forgive me." Wufei scratched the back of his neck. He was starting to feel guilty. "What's wrong? Is he sick or something?" Milliard nodded, "His lungs. He's had cancer for four years. On the outside he's a happy, jolly man, but on the inside, he's dying." The blonde bowed his head and sobbed a little. "He's not a perverted man or anything. It's just sometimes the only way for him to remember his younger days, is for someone to act it out."
Wufei looked at the white linen. "When the hell was he Egyptian? I'm not wearing makeup!" Milliard nodded, "I understand. I'll just go tell him he can't relive that vacation to Egypt with David- opps." Wufei raised a suspicious eyebrow. "And who's David?" Milliard shook his head and sighed, "Old Davy. He was Fann's companion. He died about a year ago."
Wufei frowned. Besides being very close to the one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen, he could be the factor that would or would not let Fann die with happy memories. // "Wherever this sensitive side came from, I want it to go back! I feel miserable," // the boy lifted the thin garment. "Alright. I'll wear it."
Milliard walked out and shook Fann's hand. "I'll give him a moment to change on his own. Then I'm going back in there." Fann frowned, "Treize is a really bad influence on you."
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Two movies later, labels were exchanged and families were angry. Could it get any better? Duo and Heero stood at a pinball machine in the lobby of the movie theater and watched the spectacle. So far two families left, four asked for refunds, and one single dad punched the manger. Duo laughed and leaned on the machine while Heero played it.
The braided boy sipped soda through a straw then giggled. "That was some of my best work." Heero shook his head, "The taxi scam was better." Duo looked blankly at his friend. "What taxi scam? I don't remember that one?" Heero took the soda and sipped out of it. "I hate cherry." He handed it back to Duo and resumed his game. "The taxi scam was back when we were kids. Remember, we snuck into a taxi and cried like hell when someone got in."
Duo snapped his fingers as the memory resurfaced, "I remember! The cab driver thought our parents forgot us and would drive around for half an hour while we gave him directions like 'I live in a blue house and it has a green tree!' Man those were the good days." Heero nodded. "Now that was funny."
Quatre and Trowa came out of the bathroom and signaled for their comrades. Quatre whispered, "That's enough trouble. Lets get out of here. Wufei is not in the bathroom. I think he ditched us." Heero wrapped an arm around Duo's neck. "I know he ditched us. It's all right. We can go on back to your place without him. He probably went to a library or something." Trowa shook his head, "No. It's closed for repairs this week." Quatre blushed, "Well, lets get going. You don't have to come over today Heero."
Duo frowned, "What? So you two can fuck around in that big apartment without us! I don't think so." Quatre pouted, "Language Duo. That's not what I meant. I just thought you two wanted some time alone." The blonde boy looked down at the ground. "Are we being obvious?"
Heero was walking back to the car. He stopped and looked over his shoulder, "So obvious."
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Fann sighed. Treize really was a bad influence.
The small yelps of embarrassment and occasional protruding limp, was earning his quite shop a few odd stares. He decided to direct a customer inside. "Good day Mr. Tran," greeted Fann. The man frowned, "What's going on there?" Fann visibly paled, "A fitting for a new and difficult customer. Something of a diva, I'm afraid." He led the customer further back and away from the shaky dressing stall.
Inside, Milliard was more than a little fed up. "Look here, you'll put this on properly or else!" Wufei snatched away and bumped in the wall. "How dare you threaten me!" Milliard pulled the boy closer and held his shoulders. "Because. I'm taller." Wufei frowned and shook his head. "You can't just make me change!" Milliard sighed. "I didn't want to do this. Keep in mind, it's all your fault."
Wufei didn't have time to consider the last part. He couldn't make out how fast Milliard's hand moved across his shirt and unbuttoned him. "Hey! But- " Milliard turned him around and pushed the boy against the wall. "No buts mister." He pulled the shirt off and stood back. "My aren't you well put together." Wufei blushed and ducked his head down. "Shut up!"
// "I don't believe it! I'm being completely violated by my teacher's boyfriend! What did I do?" // Milliard's larger hands were back on him again. They certainly felt like they belonged to a pianist. His fingers were soft and his trimmed nails lightly scraped across Wufei's hips. This all made the boy tremble. Milliard sighed, "Well come on. Or do I have to do away with your pants myself?" Wufei shook his head, "No! I can do that myself."
Milliard withdrew his hands. "Well." The boy's blush went to his forehead and ears. "Well, I rather do this part in private please." Milliard sighed, "You have one minute. If you're not done by then, I'm coming back."
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Treize frowned at his watch. It was almost three o'clock and no one came to pick him up. Then he remembered why. He frowned and called for a cab. "I better go pick up that suit from Fann. Milliard probably never got to it. He could see Relena's squadron of followers heading towards the girl's car. "Maybe-" He quickly changed his chain of thought. There was no way he was going to hop into a car with Relena Peacecraft. He would rather wait for the cab. Then again, she was the annoying messenger who gave him his first bit of bad news for the day. Of course he could.
Treize calmly walked over the large car. "Good afternoon, Ms. Peacecraft." As soon he had spoken, the squadron of girls went into mild shook. Relena frowned at their drooling faces and looked up Treize. "Good afternoon, Treize." One of the girls gave Relena a questioning look. "Why did you call Mr. Khushrenada by his first name?" Relena sighed, "We're practically related." Treize waved the comment aside. "I was wondering if you could give me a ride home. Your dear brother wrecked my car, again."
Relena blinked, "Again? That's the fifth one." Treize nodded, "It would same my cars are allergic to his driving style." Relena smiled slightly, "If it weren't for someone teaching him to be fast paced, he wouldn't go about speeding." Treize smiled back at the girl and retorted, "If it weren't for someone scaring him off, he wouldn't go runaway period." Relena frowned. "And you want me to give you a ride home. It's completely opposite the direction I'm going."
Treize smiled and made the girls behind Relena swoon, // "Works like a charm." // He turned his attention back to his angry almost-sister-in-law. "I need to get out to the mall. It's close enough to your home. You practically live there anyway, it's in your blood." Relena rolled her eyes in a un-lady like fashion. "Fine. Get in."
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Time was up. Wufei finally stepped out of the dressing room. His long black hair was loose his almond eyes were decorated with black eyeliner. The overall look of the draping tunic clasped at one shoulder with a loose silk rope at the waist was, to say the least, breathtaking. The boy's little un-callus feet were in small sandals and there was gold circlet around the top of his silky head. The adorable pout adorning his face wasn't bad either.
Milliard smiled and clasped his hands together, "Now that's a work of art!" He walked over and patted the younger man on the shoulder, "You're very lovely, Wufei." The boy blushed as Milliard did the unthinkable and actually kissed him, lightly on the cheek. The boy started to reply, but words failed him and he simply looked away.
Milliard took Wufei's chin between his fingers. "Don't be shy. You're really very lovely. No wonder Treize likes you so much. I might be developing a little crush myself. You're very, very, beautiful." Wufei bit swallowed. He was looking into Milliard's eyes and he couldn't look away. // "Oh god. Oh boy. Please don't let him kiss me again. Oh boy." //
If the boy was wishing for a distraction, he had finally earned one. Milliard looked away briefly and spoke to Fann. "What do you think Fann? Fann?"
The old man was lying on the floor unconscious and unmoving. Milliard's eyes widened, "Oh god! Call a hospital!"
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Hm, where are we going now?