Title: Gundanium Cord Part 6
Author: Lilli Ixy Kay (ShinigamiAOD on ff.net)
Pairings: 1x2 3x4 5xM
Warnings: AU language drool worthy images [more to come]
Archive: Fanfiction.net [if you want it take it just let me know]
Disclaimer: nope still haven't caught them
Note: I'm so very sorry that this has taken so long and that it is kind of short I had a longer one written but I lost my note book that had it in it along with all my notes and ideas so I had to rewrite it but I had writers block and was traveling a lot do to some family BS that I so could have done with out so gomen everyone. Thanx so much to my lovely betas Sheighla Barr, Junebug, & Mistress Tsunami
When they said the ride would be short they weren't joking; having gone no more then three blocks east and half a block south, the blue truck pulled in to a driveway. Noin pulled the civic up to the side of the curb, pulled out the keys and opened her door. The other three took the hint and removed themselves from the borrowed vehicle. As Heero removed him self from the passenger side front seat, he began to examine the house in front of him.
House wasn't really the right word to describe the building before him. "It looks more like over sized shack," he grumbled under his breath. The . . . structure before them was about three stories high, and stretched out about sixty feet across, give or take a few feet. Of course, that would have been perfectly fine if it weren't for the rusted metal shudders on the windows, or the paint chipped door, or the porch that looked like it would cave in if even a single fly were to land on it.
Heero's examination was interrupted when Hilde stepped in front of the group. "Before we go in you should probably know a few simple things. One Duo kinda sorta doesn't know you're coming. He is super self conscious about his music so if I had asked in advance it would be a flat out no. Two Duo is a little . . .. energetic so don't be worried if he acts a bit like a squirrel on speed.[1] Three do NOT push him if he says no to something involving his music Even I can't get away with that." All of this rushed out of Hilde's mouth, but they still noticed the heavy seriousness in her words and face, especially when she said not to push. With a sudden lighten in her mood she told them, "I also think it would be best if we gave you temporary names. Umm... Noin your new name is Nina, Marian you're Milan, Quatre you're Kevin and Heero you're Hiroma, kay? Kay. Ready?"
They walked across the grass, which Heero absently noticed was dead, to the front porch. When Hilde and Zechs walked up the steps, Heero was slightly surprised when they didn't even creak. He stayed close behind their guides, not wanting to miss a single detail of their possible band mate's current life style. Hilde just opened the door without knocking and walked in. "Hiya Gramps," she bellowed gleefully at the balding man. He had been a sleeping in a recliner before his nap was rudely interrupted. The man spluttered as he sat up, dropping the auto magazine in his hand. He had on a pair of dark sunglasses and brightly colored shirt, a plaid blanket covering his legs. Hilde giggled.
"You damn brat, I gots a name and it ain't gramps, you good for nothing teen," he ranted at the girl
"Remember Hilde, his name is Howie," Zechs said, jokingly correcting the girl as he dragged out the ie of the man's 'name'.
"You are supposed to be the good one. Ooh, what is this world coming to?" the man sighed, turning on the dramatics.
While the three continued with their friendly banter, Heero began to survey the area. The inside was very different from the outside. In the living room, that was off to the right of the front door (where they had found the sleeping Howie), there were two plush, black leather couches, an oak coffee table, a black swede recliner that was currently occupied, a large black entertainment center that held a 48" television, a thick black oriental rug that laid over oak hard wood floors and a china cabinet filled with hand built car models. To put it simply the room was elegant, but homey. 'You would never be able to tell from the outside,' Heero remarked to himself. He continued to inspect what he could from their current position in the house, and found each visible room had similar elegant designs with much brighter color schemes.
"- well, last I checked the kid was in the basement fiddling with some doodad or another." Howie's words seemed to be the trigger for motion, because suddenly the disguised band members were being ushered to the back of the house, where Hilde opened a door for them. . The door was black, and someone had taken the time to paint white pinstripes on it. Putting her finger to her lips in the universal motion for silence, she began her descent down into the well-lit basement. Zechs was herding them quietly down the stairs with a feral smirk gracing his lips.
When they reached the bottom, they were met with an impressive sight. A large open, room roughly the size of the entire house, was decorated in red and black. At one end of the room, six black and red beanbag chairs surrounded a cherry wood coffee table, and a plush black carpet covered the whole floor. Three fold beds [2] were pushed together to form a couch, the middle one was red the other two were black, and there were small end tables next to each end. In the corner sat a small black fridge with a stack of plastic cups on of top it. At the other end of the room sat a musician's heaven: three large cases lined the wall, each filled with various guitars and a few other instruments; large speakers sat on a small wood platform about 6 inches above the rest of the floor.
A jeans-clad bottom was sticking out from behind a set of speakers, the black denim pulled tight on the well formed behind. "Hey, wonder boy you, gunna come out from behind those speakers?" Hilde called cheerfully.
A clattering sound was heard, followed by a string of colorful and creative curses. "You are so dead pixy," a smooth voice growled from behind the speakers.
Standing up, and now in view of everyone in the basement, a very stunning sight was seen. A fairly short young man stood on the platform, he was a handsome, if pale skinned, young man. 'Maybe Irish or German blood,' Heero guessed. He was wearing a black and purple flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, firm fitting black jeans sat low on his hips and scuffed army issue boots covered his feet. While this was drool worthy alone, it was the boy's - for he looked no older than seventeen - facial features that were truly amazing. Dark brown hair streaked with bronze and chestnut strands fell past his hips and framing the heart shaped face and partly hiding the many piercing covering the left ear, in contrast to his right, wich had only one hole. Deep purple-blue eyes were wide, and framed by thick, long, girl-like lashes.
Rose colored lips were pulled back into a nervous smirk, and his cheeks began to take on a pink tint. "Uh . . . Hi."
[2] You know those little way to small cushion beds that fold up and have strange resemblance to a chair? That's what I'm talking about.