Something to Talk About
By Wolf Girl
Disclaimer: I do not have any sort of ownership over the characters or the premise of Gundam Wing. I do not make any sort of profit off of this story.
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, minor Relena bastardization, OOC Heero (not stoic enough, please forgive me).
AN Warning: Unfortunately, my grammar and punctuation usage is a weird mix of American and British styles... Enough said.
Pairings: 1x2x1, others...
Italics = thought (unless obviously otherwise.)
AN: I can't get the stupid parts to separate, so I'm using the separator thing...
FIVE: Diaphanousness
Duo glanced from his pallette to the canvas once more, then lifted his brush to put a fine detail in. He considered if for a moment more. When his brush had almost reached the painting a loud squeal echoed from the room down the hall.
"Oh my god! Really? I can't believe it! I can't wait!!"
Duo flinched as his hand jerked, splattering paint all over his clothing and desk, but luckily not onto the painting. He sighed greatfully. After a moment, Duo also silently thanked his lucky stars that he had worn old clothing while working with oil paints.
The door to his room burst open. Relena stood there, her eyes glinting madly. "There's going to be a dance," she stated in a news-bearing manner.
"Oh wow... How exciting," Duo drawled sarcastically.
"And," Relena continued, giving Duo a dirty look for having ruined her speech. "I have it from the highest authority that Treize Kushrenada is going to ask you to go with him!" Relena cooed and pinched one of Duo's cheeks. "My baby brother is growing up!"
Duo looked at her with suspicion. "Why are you excited for me?"
"Because, I am going to go with Heero," she said triumphantly.
Duo felt an odd twinge at her words. He didn't care, after all, if Heero did anything at all with anyone, particularly his sister. Of course he didn't.
Duo frowned as Relena gushed on and on about the dress she was buying, how she was going to do her hair. Then she started describing how she was going to do Duo's hair and makeup, because, of course, he'd be going with Treize.
This looked bad...
"A rum and coke, sweetheart," Duo told the server who came over to his table. He batted his eyelids a little. The woman blushed and hurried off to get his order. He's not bad looking, he thought, staring at a guy at the bar-counter.
"Well, that's all from us tonight, folks, but if you hang around there's a cool cat coming to play some jazz and blues tunes on the piano, written by the cool cat himself." The trumpet player from the band on stage announced.
The band got up and took all their equiptment down. A small buzz of talking started throughout the club.
Man, I missed the band. I wonder who this other guy is. He sure wasn't on the sign outside the door. Duo thought. Well, I'll stay for a little while anyway.
The server came back with his drink, setting it down. "If you haven't heard this guy, you're in for a treat. He calls himself 01 (AN: zero-one), and he's a musician if I ever saw any." The woman sighed dreamily. "He's a cool cat alright," she said, then went to another table.
Duo stared as none other than Heero Yuy came onstage and started to play on the piano. It was a real jazzy song, but not one Duo was familiar with. Heero finished playing and the club errupted into loud applause.
Duo downed his drink nervously and hailed to server to order another one. Why here??
Heero started playing again, his eyes closed and his feet tapping and hitting the pedals like mad. His fingers flew across the keyboard, and his hair flopped every-which-way as his head kept the beat. His jazz sounded real sweet to the ear and picked at a heartstring of each listener.
Heero looked up as the people started clapping for him, his eyes sweeping the club. They rested on Duo. He got down of the stage and walked over to Duo's table.
"Hey," Duo said, motioning to the empty chair across from him when it became obvious Heero wanted to sit down. "I never took you for a jazz musician, but you're pretty good." More than pretty good, but I can't tell you that...
"I didn't know you came to places like this." I didn't expect to see anyone I knew here...
"Only sometimes." Duo said softly. "When I'm in the right mood." When I'm down enough to listen to blues and jazz music...
They sat in silence for a moment, Duo sipping his drink and Heero staring off at nothing through his bangs. "I thought you stopped playing the piano," Duo commented, "Back when... we were younger." When we stopped being friends...
"I did. I started again recently because I was reminded of when... I used to play." Very recently in fact...
"Oh." Duo swirled the ice in his cup around. He finally decided to ask the question he'd been avoiding. "So, um, are you really taking Relena to the dance?" Please say no, please say no... But why do I care who he's going with...
"I've got to go now. My break's over." Heero stood up and walked over to the stage again. He talked to some people who came up to him for a while, then he adjusted himself on the seat before starting to play a second set. This time he played the blues.
Duo listened for a minute, then got up and left the club while Heero was accepting his applause. Heero looked happy for once.
End notes: Diaphanousness means the quality or letting light through; translucent or transparent.
I had trouble reading one part of my notes because I was too lazy to turn on my lamp, wrote in the dark, and as a result there are three lines written one on top of the other... So I think that was what I meant... But um anyway, that is the brilliance that is me...
Sorry this chapter is so short, but I'll be putting another longer one soon.
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