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: R1, 132, 1x2x1, 3x4, others...
Italics thought (unless obviously otherwise.)
TWELVE: Lacuna
Quatre and Trowa sat next to each other, happily holding hands. Quatre talked to Duo animatedly.
"And then Mr. Mann said to me, 'You are doing excellent work, but I think you could do better.' Then he gave me even more homework!"
Duo sighed heavily. "That's horrible Quatre. Hey, I think I'm gonna' go now. I feel like taking a walk."
"You want me to come with you?" Quatre asked earnestly.
"No, it's okay. Enjoy yourself." Duo said, and excused himself. The cool air hit him in a rush of reality. The streetlights outside were glaring down into the street, reflecting off of the puddles of water from yesterday's rain. Duo glanced up and down the street, then crossed it. After wandering aimlessly for a while, he found himself standing in front of the jazz club. He opened the door and walked in, sliding into a seat at the bar.
The bartender raised an eyebrow. Duo shrugged, and the man sighed. "01 is playing again… You know him? He's a mysterious one."
Duo blanched a little. "We're acquainted." He made a face, taking a gulp of beer. "Got anything stronger?"
"Not for you," the bartender said with a straight face. "He's coming on now."
Duo spun around on the barstool before he realized what he was doing. Heero was sitting down to the piano. Heero fidgeted for a moment, then set his hands down on the keys, crashingly, loudly. It got the attention of all the bar's occupants. He adjusted a microphone that was leaning over the piano so it was nearer to his mouth.
My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art
Most of the patrons continued drinking and chatting, but quieter so they could hear the music. Duo gaped. Heero hates to sing in public.
The bartender looked at him with an amused expression. "He's only been singing here for about a month. He used to just play the piano."
Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine's day
The song ended. People were still talking. A few scattered patches of applause were heard. Heero's ears were turning pink.
"This one is O Occhi Manza Mia, 'the eyes of my beloved'." Heero half-whispered. This time silence descended.
O occhi manza mia,
o occhi manza mia,
cigli dorati.
Heero wasn't a brilliant singer, but he was exceptional. His voice was sultry with emotion. His tone of voice had changed between the slightly silly song to a rich tone to match the Italian love song. Duo found a pleasant shiver crawling up his spine as Heero looked directly at him and held his gaze.
O faccia d'una luna,
o faccia d'una luna
stralucente.
Duo forced himself to turn away, facing the counter again. The bartender barely looked as he placed another beer on the table. All the bartender's attention was on the man singing and playing the piano in the back of the bar.
Tienimi mente,
gioia mia bella,
guardami un poco a me
fammi contento.
Duo drained his second beer and put a five dollar bill on the counter. He stood, jammed his hands in his pockets. He looked back one last time as Heero stood up and took a bow, then seated himself as people began to shout out requests of songs.
It doesn't change anything.
End notes: Lacuna means a missing part; a gap.
Well, it's a short chapter, but it is still a chapter. A new one should come soon.
My Funny Valentine is sung by various people, including Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald. If you haven't heard it (which is (hopefully) unlikely, you should listen to it because it's a good old song.
O Occhi Manza Mia (O Eyes of my beloved) is a particularly gorgeous song. Here is a translation of the lyrics. In case you didn't guess, it's a love song.
Italian translation: O eyes of my beloved, O eyes of my dear love, beneath arch'd brows glancing! O face like moon-beams glowing, O face like moon-beams glowing
in pale beauty! If in thy memory, my radiant jewel, one little thought you'll hold for me, 'twill make me content.
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