Moulin Rouge: Gundam Wing Style
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I wish I owned the g-boys or even had some part of the Moulin Rouge…it won't come true b/c I'm not rich.
Warnings: Yaoi pairings, death, sex or "adult situations" and a scene of almost NCS (or rape) and perhaps a little OOC (but I'll try and stay away from that).
Pairings: The major one is 2x4 but there are others….which I won't ruin for you.
A/N: Reviews are an author's food.
Chapter 2: They Say He Wandered Very Far…
Quatre awoke slumped over his keyboard. "Where was I?" He rubbed his eyes, yawned and tried his best at writing the story. After a few minutes of failing, he turned away…exasperated.
"Tell our story." Came a quiet voice.
Quatre clutched his heart as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I will, Duo." He forgot to wipe the tear that rested on his cheek and continued writing.
At that moment, while staring at the window, hoping the answers would appear, a boy with a head of messy chocolate hair and steely blue eyes burst into our room. "I refuse! I will kill you!" He shouted into the darkened hallway. He then looked at me in the eyes and glared. My blood wanted to freeze at that moment but I tried smiling warmly instead.
"Heero! Heero! You're acting just like a wom—" came another voice which abruptly stopped when it poked its head in my doorway. Another boy, but Chinese with his long black hair pulled tightly into a ponytail. "Hello. My name is Chang Wufei. I see you're new."
"Yes, I am but—" I started to say. But he quickly put to fingers to my lips.
"Oh, be quiet for now and let us introduce ourselves since we're now neighbors." Wufei glanced at his friends, Heero and another with green eyes and hair covering half his face.
"So these are my partners in crime. Heero Yuy, a former soldier of perfection. And this is Trowa Barton, our silent clown and my good friend."
"Friend?" Trowa muttered quietly.
"Would you prefer lover?" Wufei grasped his hand and kissed it lightly.
"Yes."
"And this is Trowa Barton, my lover." Wufei chuckled. "And you are?"
"Quatre." I said, welcoming new friends. But quickly my happiness was overtaken by curiosity. "What were you doing?"
"Rehearsing a play. It's something very modern called…"
"Endless Waltz." Heero answered.
"And it's set in Greenland." Trowa said. His voice revealed a hint of mockery.
"Oh." I smiled.
"This is all well and good!" Wufei glared at the other two who were content on being quiet. "Have you no honor?" Wufei whispered to them. "You see we have one problem."
"Which is?"
"Tomorrow we have to pitch our play to Relena but Heero sometimes gets a little pissy with us and refuses to do the part. Right now he has to play the swash-buckling hero who goes in and saves earth from certain destruction. He was happy to do it earlier but when he saw the costume..."
"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that." Heero said dangerously as Wufei showed me the outfit. It was a regular Eskimo outfit that had seen better days. In fact, it resembled more of a sick grizzly bear costume than an Eskimo. "If you even try and make me, I will kill you."
I bit my lip and made a small choice that snowballed into the biggest change in my life. "I can read the part."
"Really?" Trowa said, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Of course." I said. And before I knew it I was in their room, sweating in an itchy outfit.
Trowa picked up a flute and began playing a sweet melody. I stood there with my new friends' eyes on me. A script was in my hand. Only a few words were scribbled on it. Mostly "hns" and "I-am-going-to-kill-yous."
"Is this the script?" I said, waving it.
"Oh yes. I wrote it." Heero narrowed his eyes at me. Daring me to say it was bad.
"Well, it's difficult to understand. Considering there's only one person talking." I sighed.
"You didn't write it?" Wufei glared at Heero.
"No time." Heero smirked and glared right back.
"You have no honor, I swear." Wufei shouted and pulled a sword out from its sheath.
"Must you always pull that thing out when you get angry?"
"Why don't you stop pretending to be human?"
"Stop. Please." Trowa said flatly. Wufei grunted and put the sword away. He then leaned into Trowa's chest.
"We'll never get the play done." Wufei said. "I mean it was my dream—"
"I thought I was your dream?"
"Of course, love." Wufei sighed and stared at the ceiling. "I don't see how we can finish it. I want to blame you, Heero. For everything. Unfortunately, I don't kill women, bleeding hearts…or friends." His eyes shone forgiveness even though he made no other verbal attempt to confirm this.
"I could help you write it." I tried saying.
"Would you?" Trowa's eyes brightened.
"It won't work. Relena doesn't know you. She'll never agree." Heero said.
"It could, onna." Wufei glared. "Duo. Duo has the answer to our problems." The plan was birthed and I was to be taken to the Moulin Rouge where I'd meet Duo and read him some poetry or something. Hopefully, he'd believe Wufei that I was a famous writer and tell Relena to let me write the show.
But the only problem was I kept on hearing my father's voice in my head! "You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Rouge with a stripper!"
In that moment my resolve faltered and I screamed, "No, no I can't do that!"
"Why not?" Heero looked at me coldly.
"Well, I don't know if I can do this. I've never written anything like this and…I…." I started to say but couldn't finish it.
"Someone somewhere will disapprove?" Trowa said it for me.
"Yes." I breathed.
Wufei snaked an arm around my waist and walked me to the window where I could see L2 splayed out before me. "There's always someone somewhere that's disappointed in every one of us. Don't listen to their opinions. You have your own life to live." I nodded. "And so this calls for a celebration. Hey! Heero! Bring us the whiskey!"
"We're out! Only absinthe and vodka." Heero called.
"Absinthe! We're celebrating." Wufei said, pulling a few glassed out from some cabinets.
"Have you ever had absinthe?" Trowa asked filling our cups.
"No." I said and he smirked.
"Don't let it touch your tongue. It burns." I looked at the green liquid and my better judgment would've have refused this but I couldn't be worried about disappointing father. I raised the glass to my lips and drank. The room spun. The roof of my mouth burned. I could hear the quiet laughter of my friends but nothing else. We dressed in our best and were off to the Moulin Rouge.