Disclaimer: Gundam Seed is NOT MINE! It belongs to all its rightful owners over at Bandai and such. I'm too poor to own it.
Also, if you dont like the idea of a bit of Athrun/Luna-ness happening (mild, but there), just dont read.
Written for a friend on Livejournal who's obsessed with Heine. There arent too many stories about him, so I wrote this little amusing one-shot. Sorry if there is OOC-ness. I've never actually watched an episode of Destiny, so i'm not sure if its in character or not.
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"Oh my God, it's Heine Westenfluss!" a girl screeched as Heine smirked, flipping his hair—sexily, he might add—at the yelling damsel. She swooned as his smirk deepend, his emerald eyes twinkling with amusements as more girls crowded him.
"Heine, I love you!"
"—have my babies, Heine!"
"Look here, Heine! Here!"
"Now, now ladies, there's enough me to go around," he drawled, flashing his trademark smile, which was proven to make any woman's heart melt.
As his eyes scanned the throng of beautiful women who all loved him—otherwise known as Heine the Magnificant—they fell upon a moving streak of red that matched his own uniform that pushed its way through the crowd, emerging to latch onto his arm. Lunamaria stared up adoringly at the FAITH pilot from under her short magenta hair. "Heine!" she gushed. "I absolutely love you now! Forget all those times on the Minerva that I told you to get your fingers off me!"
Heine grinned at Lunamaria, flipping his orange hair once more and causing her to almost swoon. "Glad to see you've come around," he replied with a grin. She'd always been haning around with Athrun—hanging all over him was a bit more accurate—on the Minerva, fighting whoever Athrun loved, plus even her own sister, for his attention. But she seemed to have come around to the superior belief that orange hair kicked ass any day over blue hair. And that happiness and flirtiness was sexier than continuous angst. It was about time. He couldn't stand it when his fabulous charm didn't win over a woman's heart immediately, so Lunamaria had been a bit of a sore point for him. But not anymore! "Do you want to do something, my dear?"
"Like what?" she practically drooled, staring up at him like a dog would stare at its beloved master. It was actually a bit…creepy, dare he say?
"Err…maybe go have dinner or something. Since I have to go out and kick some more Earth Alliance ass tomorrow…"
"That sounds wonderful," the other pilot responded, giggling happily. Heine frowned, and tugged at his sleeve, attempting to reclaim it from the girl's iron grip. Now she was really starting to creep him out. He might like to attract every girl, but he never actually went out with ones that were airheads. All his girlfriends had to be able to kick butt. They just couldn't be able to kick his butt. But the stupid mobile suit pilot wouldn't let go! He tugged harder, actually having to put his muscles into it. But her grip didn't waver.
"Is something wrong, Heine-kun?" she asked, cocking her head slightly as if confused.
"Er…could you let go of me?"
Lunamaria blinked. "Why would I want to let go of me. I never am going to let go!"
Never! his mind screamed. NOOOO!
Heine woke with a start, glancing warily around the nearly empty pilot's lounge. The only other occupants were—speak of the devil—Athrun and Lunamaria, who, as usually, was clinging to the blue-haired pilot. Heine let out a small sigh of relief. He must have been dreaming. With a yawn he jumped to his feet, attracting the notice of the other two pilots.
"Leaving so soon?" Athrun asked desperately. "If you're going down to the hanger, Lunamaria can go with you—"
"I'm going to bed, so she can stay with you," Heine responded evilly. Maybe Lunamaria wasn't the best person to seduce. Hey, there was always Talia!
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