Untitled: (if you have a good idea, please tell me!)
Title: (please tell me if you have a good one!)
Genre: Supernatral, romance, Action/Adventure,
Age Rating: pg13
Warnings: YAOI, YURI, HETROSEXUAL, (mentions) NCS, unusual pairings, AU, OOC, dif ages
Anime: Gundam Wing, & spike from BtVS
Pairings: ? its a surprise
Main Character: Treize Kushrenada ( he is soooooooooooo hot.......mine!)
Summary: Treize, the workaholic student, Trowa and Heero, his best friends and roommates finally manage to pursuade him to go clubbing with them one night, where they run into some very interesting people...Treize's confused; he's never felt this way about anyone before, but, before the first real date even starts, something he never imagened could happen, happened. Now, after a life-changing event, he's got no choice; He cant be who he once was, but doesnt want to become what they want. Can a run-in from someone from his past change his future?
Authors Notes: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! well, I know I reeeeeeeeeeeeealy should be working on some of my other fics, but....... I've been working on this for a while now, and, well, I just had to type it up & post it. There's nowhere near enough Treize-centred fics. he's sooooooooooo cute! growls possesively mine! review! please, please, please review and tell me what you think! thank-you! Oh, and if you have any good ideas for a title, email me or put it in your review!
Characters Ages: Treize 19, Trowa 19 & Heero 19
' lalala' thoughts
" lalalala" speach
"Treize."
"No."
"There's this club Trowa just heard about-"
"No."
"It's not preppy, it actually plays half-decent shit-"
"No."
"It's full of goths, punks-"
"Noooo"
"Oh, and there're loads of hot guys"
"Heero, I said no! I've got to study! If I dont get my half of the project completed by the end of the week-"
"You're coming! You need to get laid!"
"But Heeeeeeeroooooo! I need to finish my coursework. I can't let Milliado down! You know how important this project is to my final grade-"
"Tough. You're coming. End of Story." Heero said, tone final, as he walked out of his whining flatmates room.
Treize removed his small, rectalgley reading glasses, pausing in his typing to bang his head on his desk in frustration.
"Oh. I almost forgot. You have nothing sutiable to wear. Trowa's gone out shopping for you. He'll be back in about an hour to help you get changed. Not trying to escape like last time! I'm locking the door this time!" Heero called back, smirk widening at Treize's groan, as he sauntered out of the room, hedding towards his own room.
Treize Kushrenada was a nineteen year old work-aholic college/ University student, majoring in Law and psychology. He had short, red-brown hair with longer wisps falling forward. He had broad shoulders, a slightly muscular, well-defined build, six pack and muscular body that he'd spent hours at the local gym developing and refining. He had slightly caremal-coloured skin, and deep, knowlodgeable, slightly naieve prussian blue eyes.
Treize was an orphen, and the only heir to both is parents fortune, and his great aunt, of whom he was favorite nephew to, much to his various cousins displeasure fortunes. He, however, didnt want to merely live in one of his many estates, doing nothing but attending and hosting balls as he had been expected to. Instead, he choose to study both law and psychology at university, and, like a normal young adult/ teenager his age, choose to live in the city, in a shared apartment, rather than one of the three large estates he owned just outside of the city.
Treize, although hansom with a perfect fisic and good taste in men, was, to put it simply, a bit of a bookworm, and a workaholic. If not for his two flatmates slash bestfriends, he'd have no social life at all.
Treize had met Heero Yuy at college, and had been introduced to Trowa Barton at a nightclub by Heero.
Heero Yuy was a hot nineteen year old half-japanese exchange student majioring in computer tecnology and phycology. He had short, messy chocolate brown hair, peircing cobalt blue eyes and one of the sexyst smirks on, or off campus. He had a well-defined, if abit short caramel-tanned body, and dressed slightly towards goth, if you were to catogrise him.
Heero was one cold, moody, emotionless bastard if you got on the wrong side of him, but was actually quite a funny, sarcastic, protective person once you got to know him. He was a genius when it came to computers, and hung out at the gym almost as often as Treize.
After getting kicked out of his flat by his ex, a real bastard called Jay, Treize had offered to let him stay at his place for awhile, seeing as it was a three-bedroomed apartment, and Treize was the only occupent. After the first month, everything had been going fine, so Treize agreed to allow Heero to move in permantly, reluctantly allowing him to pay rent monthly.
Shortly after Heero had first moved in, he ran into an old friend of his in a local club, Trowa Barton, formaly known as Trinton Bloom. Trowa had finally got up the nerve to tell his sister, Cathy, that he was gay, and, Cathy, being the loving sister that she was, had called his a fucking fag and had her boyfriend litrally throw him out of their house.
Heero had taken him back to their apatment, explained everything to Treize, who, readily agreed to allow the Latin teen to move in.
Trowa was also nineteen. He was tall, taller than Heero, but shorter, just, than Treize, with a lithe, gymnasts build, and lightly tanned skin. He sparkling, mysterious forest green eyes, and dark, sweeping brown strangely styled hair. He, too, dressed slightly gothy.
Trowa maijored in english, studying particually public speaking and persuasive writing. He first appeared to be a quiet, softly spoken, observent person. When you got to know him, however, he tended to, well.....never shut up.
The three of them had been flatmates and best friends for almost a year. As they got closer and colser to exams, and got more and more coursework set, the struggle became more and more difficult. All Treize wanted to do was study. Trowa and Heero, however, had taken it upon themselves to help Treize get out, get a life and get a guy, or at least get laid.
Treize, however, had a very.....different style to his two flatmates. And, as Heero had once so adoquitly put it, had nothing to wear when it came to clubbing, let alone trying to fit in with Heero and Trowa's type of people.
'God.....what did I do to deserve this?! If I fail because of this, you're sooooooo gonna owe me one' Treize mentally groaned, continuing to bang his head against the side of his desk.
"Oooooooo Treiiiiiiiiize! I have just the perfect outfit for you to wear tonight....." Trowa's......happy?! voice echoed through the apartemnt. Treize had learned to be afraid when either goth was happy. to be very, very afraid.
'Ok. let me refrase that. You soooooo owe me, ya got that? O hell, what the fuck did I do to deserve friends like this?!' Treize groaned, eyes widening, continuing banging his head as Trowa flung his door open, arms laiden with large full to the brim bags from The One Legged Jocky (1), Hot Topic(2), and The Black Rose(3), happily dumping them on the bed.
"Treize, dont do that! You'll bruise! It'll ruin your makeup, too!" Trowa ordered, Heero appearing in the doorway, smirking at their friends panicked look.
"B-but I've got to study for the debate on Monday! Milliado's reliying on me to-" Treize feebaly argued, pouting, realising that he was fighting a loosing battle.
"Fine. But NO SKIRTS THIS TIME!" He pouted, crossing his arms, sulking.
"Oh-no, no skirts." Trowa agreed.
"Definatly not." Heero added.
"But, just incase you do get lucky tonight" Trowa continued with a smirk.
"You need to have your legs waxed." Heero smirked, as the two advanced on the horrified looking half-russian, half-german teen.
"As well as.....other areas." Trowa added.
"Just in case." Heero finished.
'There.Is.No.God.'
1 The One Legged Jocky; ALternative and retro clothing store in Britain
2 Hot Topic; gothy clothing stores (or so i've been told) in America
3 The Black Rose; A goth clothing store in Camden, London