This is a Gundam Wing Clamp Campus Detactives Crossover with shonanai. Oh and I don't own the cute boys I just use them temperarily.
Now for this year's excuse; I have no beta and would love one. It is hard to write on a story I don't get feedback on before I post it. Ask any of my sibling I have modivation problems.
And thanks for waiting.
Chapter 15
It had been decided that it would be best to discuss the matter well rested and so the next morning found the pilots in Quatre's sitting room having a private breakfast.
Well it would have been private if their attendant Miss Carmolita didn't keep coming in and out forgetting this and remembering that.
Duo had asked her nicely to leave after Quatre tried.
When she knocked a warm pitcher of syrup on the skirted pair Heero got fed up and ordered the woman out. At first she tried to calm the Wing Zero pilot with words to which he threatened to toss her out the window if he saw her near this room before noon. She didn't seem to take it seriously until Heero, Trowa and Wufei stood as one. Carmolita panicked and ran.
"This is just so gross," Duo said gathering up his blouse. The thick liquid sugar went right through the fabric over his left shoulder down nearly to his knee and Quatre mirrored the look.
"Kim honey," Duo said pulling his braid from the sticky mess, "We have a lot of washing ahead of us."
The blond only nodded mutely looking about to cry. He had gone to a lot of effort to make the cascading ringlets he wore this morning.
"Best to do it quick," Duo advised, "really warm water too."
"If you'll excuse us," Quatre said in nearly a whisper.
The two left in separate directions.
Wufei shook his head, "How can anyone be this incompetent after years of service?"
The Chinese pilot looked to his companions when he did not ever receive a grunt of response. Trowa and Heero both seemed preoccupied until Heero abruptly left as well.
"Heero?" he tried to gain the other's attention.
"They can't be left alone," Trowa explained and left as well.
Wufei frowned to himself and called housekeeping to clean the mess. Obviously the discussion would have to wait.
Student Council Chambers
Suoh sat at his desk keeping one eye on his charge and started going through his in box. The report should be in it.
Sure enough it was. After making sure that everyone else was occupied he opened it. The first page seamed to tell him all he needed to know. It was a collection of five OZ original mug shots. There was no mistaking the resemblance.
Suddenly Nokoru document stamp stopped and when just as Suoh was about to ask what was wrong it the blond resumed. That seemed to happen more often lately. Kaichio had explained it to him once. The sudden fright from tripping is enough to draw the blond's attention.
Normally the blue eyed detective didn't give these 'flash warnings' much thought but the ninja knew Nokoru was jumpy after these attacks.
Hopefully they could get this all over before the older boy developed a medical condition.
Slowly his sliver gaze retuned to the documents at hand.
Duo's Bathroom
The braided pilot cursed to himself striping and tossing the sticky clothes in the hamper. Liquid sugar was no fun for hair. He started the shower to warm when there was a knock.
Grabbing a body towel he tuned off the water and shouted through the door, "Who is it!?"
There was a pause before a distinctive voice said, "Heero."
Amethyst eyes blinked for a moment, "Heero?" he tucked the towel around himself and opened the door, "I have to get this out fast Heero so what ever you have to say I hope you can say over rushing water."
Duo didn't pause going behind the smoked glass tossing his towel over the edge restarting the water. Thankfully it hadn't gotten a chance to cool in the pipes. He heard something like a voice and shouted, "You need to speak up Heero." Duo then undid his braid carefully getting every inch under the hot water.
Out side the glass the perfect solider was having a hard time breathing, and it had nothing to do with the billows of steam.
"I," he crocked then looked up at the rich blue towel cleared his throat, "I said," Heero raised his voice, "you are still in need of an escort."
A movement drew his vision to the edge of the glass as Duo's head poked out his amethyst eyes sparked, "You mean like that old Bodyguard movie, Heero I didn't think you were the romantic type," he squealed like a girl and dove back in the water.
Heero was blushing, he knew it, and was thankful that Duo couldn't see him. Focusing on the towel again he said, "I don't watch movies."
"Pish posh, everyone dose," the brunet said waving an elegant had just out of the glass. Heero counted nine perfectly formed drops on the pale skin before they were castaway with a flick.
The Wing pilot choked before defending himself, "War leaves no time for movies."
"Seriously?" that heart shaped face came back into view. He could only nod as a curtain of coppers and browns slid into view like a living thing accenting the paleness of the other's face. "Heero my man I'm sure Nokoru has got to have them here somewhere. We have got to have a movie night like six with snacks and soda and said up all night. The whole experience," Duo laughed going back under the spray, "This will be so cool."
Quatre's Bathroom
The Arabian pilot changed into a pair of swim trunks and started to fill the bath. After being on the run so long the spacious bathroom didn't feel that private. As Quatre tested the water he felt a familiar presence before there was a knock.
"Come in Trowa," he called.
The French pilot closed the door behind him as the blond started running the ends of his sticky hair under the flowing water.
"I don't think Miss Carmolita likes me," Quatre said starting conversation. He was curious why Trowa was here, but that would come in due time.
"She is not very competent help," Trowa said simply.
Quatre slipped into the steaming water tilting his head back and smiling to himself. He always loved warm water. After a moment of silence the blond pulled himself to the edge to grab a bottle of shampoo. Quatre winced trying to work it into the sugar tightened mass.
"Here let me," Trowa said appearing and his side. The blond smiled and settled into the water at the edge of the tub in front of his friend.
Quatre sighed as strong hands softly worked at his scalp.
He was almost asleep when the silent pilot spoke, "We need to be careful Quatre. Kaichio may be trustworthy, but he might be taking to someone who is not. I'm against Duo's meeting idea."
Blue eyes opened and sought green ones, "Trowa. He has successfully stopped multiple industrial espionage attempts and hostile takeovers. I believe he knows what to say to whom."
Moments stretched with only the sound of rushing water. Then the Sandrock pilot finally asked in a whisper, "What is really wrong? It isn't like you to be so vehement in words without just cause."
The Heavy Arms pilot broke their gaze turning inward. Insecurity and envy seemed to shroud the brunet. Reflexively Quatre pulled himself up enough to hug his friend. He had lost the stoic pilot once and he never wanted to again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I know you have your reasons. I just have a hard time understanding sometimes and I'm not very patient. Father always said I grew up in a hurry," the blond laughed to himself, "I won't say anymore about it okay?"
The blond felt the small shake of Trowa's head, "Don't apologize, you are the most patient being I know," long strong arms pushed Quatre back so they were face to face, "and I will tell you my reasons, but now is not the time." A small smile quirked his lips, "Unless you want that sugar to freeze your hair like that."
Quatre looked towards the mirror confused only the top of his head could be seen. Startled by the big soapy cowlick he 'could see he tuned bright red and slipped back into the water.
Trowa had grace enough not to laugh.
TBC
Now for this year's excuse; I have no beta and would love one. It is hard to write on a story I don't get feedback on before I post it. Ask any of my sibling I have modivation problems.
And thanks for waiting.
Chapter 15
It had been decided that it would be best to discuss the matter well rested and so the next morning found the pilots in Quatre's sitting room having a private breakfast.
Well it would have been private if their attendant Miss Carmolita didn't keep coming in and out forgetting this and remembering that.
Duo had asked her nicely to leave after Quatre tried.
When she knocked a warm pitcher of syrup on the skirted pair Heero got fed up and ordered the woman out. At first she tried to calm the Wing Zero pilot with words to which he threatened to toss her out the window if he saw her near this room before noon. She didn't seem to take it seriously until Heero, Trowa and Wufei stood as one. Carmolita panicked and ran.
"This is just so gross," Duo said gathering up his blouse. The thick liquid sugar went right through the fabric over his left shoulder down nearly to his knee and Quatre mirrored the look.
"Kim honey," Duo said pulling his braid from the sticky mess, "We have a lot of washing ahead of us."
The blond only nodded mutely looking about to cry. He had gone to a lot of effort to make the cascading ringlets he wore this morning.
"Best to do it quick," Duo advised, "really warm water too."
"If you'll excuse us," Quatre said in nearly a whisper.
The two left in separate directions.
Wufei shook his head, "How can anyone be this incompetent after years of service?"
The Chinese pilot looked to his companions when he did not ever receive a grunt of response. Trowa and Heero both seemed preoccupied until Heero abruptly left as well.
"Heero?" he tried to gain the other's attention.
"They can't be left alone," Trowa explained and left as well.
Wufei frowned to himself and called housekeeping to clean the mess. Obviously the discussion would have to wait.
Student Council Chambers
Suoh sat at his desk keeping one eye on his charge and started going through his in box. The report should be in it.
Sure enough it was. After making sure that everyone else was occupied he opened it. The first page seamed to tell him all he needed to know. It was a collection of five OZ original mug shots. There was no mistaking the resemblance.
Suddenly Nokoru document stamp stopped and when just as Suoh was about to ask what was wrong it the blond resumed. That seemed to happen more often lately. Kaichio had explained it to him once. The sudden fright from tripping is enough to draw the blond's attention.
Normally the blue eyed detective didn't give these 'flash warnings' much thought but the ninja knew Nokoru was jumpy after these attacks.
Hopefully they could get this all over before the older boy developed a medical condition.
Slowly his sliver gaze retuned to the documents at hand.
Duo's Bathroom
The braided pilot cursed to himself striping and tossing the sticky clothes in the hamper. Liquid sugar was no fun for hair. He started the shower to warm when there was a knock.
Grabbing a body towel he tuned off the water and shouted through the door, "Who is it!?"
There was a pause before a distinctive voice said, "Heero."
Amethyst eyes blinked for a moment, "Heero?" he tucked the towel around himself and opened the door, "I have to get this out fast Heero so what ever you have to say I hope you can say over rushing water."
Duo didn't pause going behind the smoked glass tossing his towel over the edge restarting the water. Thankfully it hadn't gotten a chance to cool in the pipes. He heard something like a voice and shouted, "You need to speak up Heero." Duo then undid his braid carefully getting every inch under the hot water.
Out side the glass the perfect solider was having a hard time breathing, and it had nothing to do with the billows of steam.
"I," he crocked then looked up at the rich blue towel cleared his throat, "I said," Heero raised his voice, "you are still in need of an escort."
A movement drew his vision to the edge of the glass as Duo's head poked out his amethyst eyes sparked, "You mean like that old Bodyguard movie, Heero I didn't think you were the romantic type," he squealed like a girl and dove back in the water.
Heero was blushing, he knew it, and was thankful that Duo couldn't see him. Focusing on the towel again he said, "I don't watch movies."
"Pish posh, everyone dose," the brunet said waving an elegant had just out of the glass. Heero counted nine perfectly formed drops on the pale skin before they were castaway with a flick.
The Wing pilot choked before defending himself, "War leaves no time for movies."
"Seriously?" that heart shaped face came back into view. He could only nod as a curtain of coppers and browns slid into view like a living thing accenting the paleness of the other's face. "Heero my man I'm sure Nokoru has got to have them here somewhere. We have got to have a movie night like six with snacks and soda and said up all night. The whole experience," Duo laughed going back under the spray, "This will be so cool."
Quatre's Bathroom
The Arabian pilot changed into a pair of swim trunks and started to fill the bath. After being on the run so long the spacious bathroom didn't feel that private. As Quatre tested the water he felt a familiar presence before there was a knock.
"Come in Trowa," he called.
The French pilot closed the door behind him as the blond started running the ends of his sticky hair under the flowing water.
"I don't think Miss Carmolita likes me," Quatre said starting conversation. He was curious why Trowa was here, but that would come in due time.
"She is not very competent help," Trowa said simply.
Quatre slipped into the steaming water tilting his head back and smiling to himself. He always loved warm water. After a moment of silence the blond pulled himself to the edge to grab a bottle of shampoo. Quatre winced trying to work it into the sugar tightened mass.
"Here let me," Trowa said appearing and his side. The blond smiled and settled into the water at the edge of the tub in front of his friend.
Quatre sighed as strong hands softly worked at his scalp.
He was almost asleep when the silent pilot spoke, "We need to be careful Quatre. Kaichio may be trustworthy, but he might be taking to someone who is not. I'm against Duo's meeting idea."
Blue eyes opened and sought green ones, "Trowa. He has successfully stopped multiple industrial espionage attempts and hostile takeovers. I believe he knows what to say to whom."
Moments stretched with only the sound of rushing water. Then the Sandrock pilot finally asked in a whisper, "What is really wrong? It isn't like you to be so vehement in words without just cause."
The Heavy Arms pilot broke their gaze turning inward. Insecurity and envy seemed to shroud the brunet. Reflexively Quatre pulled himself up enough to hug his friend. He had lost the stoic pilot once and he never wanted to again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I know you have your reasons. I just have a hard time understanding sometimes and I'm not very patient. Father always said I grew up in a hurry," the blond laughed to himself, "I won't say anymore about it okay?"
The blond felt the small shake of Trowa's head, "Don't apologize, you are the most patient being I know," long strong arms pushed Quatre back so they were face to face, "and I will tell you my reasons, but now is not the time." A small smile quirked his lips, "Unless you want that sugar to freeze your hair like that."
Quatre looked towards the mirror confused only the top of his head could be seen. Startled by the big soapy cowlick he 'could see he tuned bright red and slipped back into the water.
Trowa had grace enough not to laugh.
TBC