I am so sorry guys! I really am! I moved, and forgot where I put my papers! And since I was only staying at my new place for less than two months, have my boxes went into storage. And then I moved again. And again, two weeks ago. I finally found my story and I feel so bad because I went back on my promise! But Yeah! The next chapter finally! Thank you all for sticking with me for so long and I hope that this is a good surprise to find.
On a side note, though, I have a confession to make. The reason that I didn't write about Heero's poster was because... I really had no idea about what it should look like. None. I have zero artistic talent, and have been drawing a total blank. But read the notes at the bottom, as curlytop left a suggestion in a review. Anyways, on with the fic-ish thing!
Chapter Seven
Heero stood in front of the warehouse, fidgeting with the straps of his backpack. Wufei had told him to come to his work building to drop off the project when he was done his part. Since no work was done during the class assigned, Heero took it home to complete his part, bring it to Wufei afterwards. Heero's shoulders slumped. Why didn't he just go with Relena?
He sighed. She knew him too well. She would talk, and sooth, and try to draw him out to talk. Heero snorted. Like he would ever 'talk' to her.
Back to the task at hand, Heero cautiously approached the door. A bulky, muscular man stood before the entrance, warily watching Heero, who was returning the favour.
"State your business." The voice was deep, surly.
Heero flashed his backpack. "Schoolwork for Chang."
After a couple of minutes staring, the guard let Heero by, opening the door for him. Heero nodded his thanks to him as he passed by.
Inside, the place was like an ant colony, with people scurrying all over. He stopped, gazing around helplessly. Screen walls littered the empty warehouse, as temporary make-up, dressing, costume, etc. rooms. Everyone seemed to be totally focused, rushing to fulfill a purpose unknown to him.
Where now? The most noise came from the left, so he headed that way, eyes darting around, trying to spot Wufei in the mass chaos.
"You! Boy!" A voice could be heard over the bustle. "Mary! Stop him!"
To Heero's confusion, a lady reached out and took a hold of his arm. She smiled at him, displaying her straight, white teeth. Turning, she shouted "Is this him?"
"Yes! Don't let go!" People parted, allowing a man to quickly cut through the rush of workers. "Perfect!"
Heero looked around wildly, desperately trying to search for an escape route from the tall man and his smiles. He edged away from the newcomer, who had reached him by this time and stood in front of him. Heero glared at the frighteningly happy man.
"My young man! You've arrived just in time! Just in time!" He yanked at Heero, steering him towards one of the many walled off sections. "Girls! This here is our fifth person! Suit him up!"
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Duo threw up his hands. "Where is that man?!"
"Maybe something is wrong," Quatre looked up at Trowa, who patted his hand, reassuringly. Wufei snorted.
The four were lounging around a mock set up of a stable. There was hay bales placed around, as well as horse tack. Each of the models were wearing various cowboy/farm outfits. Cameras were strategically placed around the set, waiting to capture the scene. Everything was ready to go. If only the director showed.
"Boys!" Tom rushed into view. "It's going to be perfect! Perfect!"
Duo swayed, nervously. "Nothing's ever perfect for Tom," he hissed to Quatre, who nodded in agreement, eyes wide. Wufei looked up, curious. Trowa stayed in his undisturbed pose.
"Come on!" Timothy gestured towards the shoot. "I want you stand by Chang, leaning on his slightly. He's the dark haired one."
Trowa craned his neck, deciding that he wanted a look at the new model. A group of make-up artists went chattering by, briefly clearing the area.
He was dressed in tight, black leather pants, shiny cowboy boots adorning his feet. His red silk shirt was unbuttoned, flowing gently by the fan. A cowboy hat and wide silver buckle completed the outfit.
Wufei stared. The boy's chest was muscular, but not in a bulky way, more sleek, but very defined. His thighs rippled as he walked with purpose, advancing upon the set. Wufei's chest tightened, and sweat gathered on his palms just from looking at the Adonis coming towards him.
He frowned. There was a backpack in the new person's hand. This was a clothing shoot, not a back-to-school- shoot. Wufei grew even more confused when the person opened said backpack, drew out some papers and handed them to him.
Wufei's jaw dropped. He recognized that glare!
Heero's voice drifted out from beneath the hat, "Here. I did questions two and four. It is your responsibility to do numbers one and three." Glaring at all the people with glare distance, he turned to stomp off. Timothy howled.
"No! Stay!" Tom ran after Heero, pulling him back, oblivious to the teen's struggles. Placing him besides Wufei, Tom quickly ran to the cameras and took several rolls of pictures before Heero growled, grabbed his bag and left. Tom let him go, an expression of pure bliss etched on his face.
"Heero?! That was Heero?" Duo looked incredulous.
"Heero, wait!" Wufei chased his classmate, catching him at the exit. "What, what are you doing here?"
"Dropping off your homework," came the curt reply. Wufei sighed.
"Look, let's talk. My, ahem, dressing room is just over there." Wufei waved his hand in its general direction. Heero glared, but finally conceded. Wufei was careful to hide his smirk.
They made their way to the room, Heero leading and Wufei following behind, which, coincidently, was where Wufei was gazing.
'My god,' Wufei thought. 'When did he get such a nice, tight ass?'
"Wufei?" Heero turned around. "Your door is locked."
Wufei stared at Heero, then slowly reached past Heero to unlock the door, deliberately running his arm across his chest, smirking slightly when the other didn't pull back.
The door opened, and both stepped in, Wufei closing the door after them, locking it. He pulled out a chair for Heero, who sat warily down. Finding a chair for himself, he sighed in relief to finally rest his feet.
They sat together for a while, secretly enjoying the other's presence. About five minutes soaking up the comfortable atmosphere, Heero leaned forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped.
"Wufei, what to you want?"
Wufei peered at Heero, running his eyes over his body again. Heero flushed at the hungry look directed at him.
"You should wear clothes like that more often," Wufei said, smirking at the other's obvious discomfort.
"They're not mine," Heero snarled. "Some guy yanked off all my clothes and jammed me into these." He paused to glare at the offending articles.
Wufei shifted, crossing his legs. Timothy got to see Heero naked?! And, lord! would he ever like to have jammed Heero! Wufei mentally pulled back. Bad thoughts. He shook his head, which Heero took for disbelief.
"Crazy people." Heero stood up. "Got to go. 'Lena's keeping track of me." He turned to leave.
"Heero."
Heero twisted to see Wufei over his shoulder.
"You really should wear clothes like that."
Heero snorted, glaring.
"Or are you afraid?"
Snarling, Heero stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard enough to knock down a wall, and went home.
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Yeah! Little longer than the others! I'm not entirely pleased with the beginning of it; maybe when I get it all typed up, I will revise again.
Thanks to GoldenRat, Starlit Hope, SelenaWheeler, MC-88, Ivy (just might take you up on that offer, love e-mails), ai so, InnocentEyes123, DaughterofDeath, Feikins, angel-of-shadows-123, and deathangleofdarkness! Love you all for taking the time to review!
Special thanks to crazy cute who reviewed me twice for chapter six, uber thanks to Jessica Jepson for reviewing, like, three times! That's it! I'm adopting you two! Can I bring you home?
And Jessica White! Might have to adopt you too! Thanks for placing me on you fav authors list!
Okay everyone, if you want to know what Heero's poster should look like, curlytop has a really good suggestion! Here, I post it for you.
'So
Poster Ideal #1 and my favorite of the two. I call it Second
Glance:
Firstly the Boarders: Okay, the main Picture is Heero in
his living room, watching T.V. But from the living room there are
glimpses into the other rooms in the house. Like between the gap of
space from Heero to the T.V. is the bathroom in the distance. The
door is not fully open but part of the tub is shown. (The tube is an
old fashioned kind that sits on tub 'feet' or 'legs' and it is
white.) Behind Heero at slight angle is a glimpse into the kitchen.
Mainly by the decor you know its a kitchen. A part of the kitchen
counter is showing. Directly behind the sofa and on the side in the
fore front of the pic is a bit of a Japanese rock garden, and a bit
of grass to indicate where it ends (this represents his back yard of
course.). It is generally a typical looking living room kind of comfy
looking. A mantel, fire place, pictures on the walls, throws,
furniture. At first glance, everything is normal. But at second
glance The Heero is bound/chained discreetly to the sofa (which in
fact the bindings/chains are all over the sofa and extend off the
based and kind of melt into the floor or foundation of the house),
the T.V. depicts either a black/static screen or a screen of the sky
as Heero views it from his backyard, blood fills the bath tub and
drips out a bit onto the floor, a noose shadow is seen on the bedroom
wall, all pictures in the room depict family pictures but all persons
are faceless, there is a knife or small knives on the kitchen
counter, and perhaps the blender is plugged into the wall but sitting
in a sink filling with water. The rock garden depicts eyes looking
out to the viewer and perhaps tears. The vines reach and perhaps
frame the whole piece. Perhaps some vines serve as a choke for Heero.
Why? Because though the house represents Heero's escape from his
'family' and problems it (the house) also encompasses his problems;
his isolation, depression, suicidal thoughts, unrequited dreams of
eternal escape and dreams (that would be the T.V. and the pic. of the
sky). The bindings on Heero represent his relationship with his home.
It is his. It was his choice to live there by himself. He put himself
there, and if thus he put himself in his own hell, cause it (his
home) is a personification of the things he wants, doesn't want,
can't live with and can't live without, etc...
Heero's expression
is a blank one. Not emotionless, but blank.'
Yeah curlytop! If you have any more suggestions, I'm more than willing to hear them, and if you ever draw it, I would love to see it.
Dark-One Shadowphyre, thank you for the review, and I am sorry that my writing wasn't quite right (and no, I ma not being sarcastic). I am trying, but since I have no beta, there are many mistakes that I can't find. You know, the whole 'if you wrote it, it's harder to spot mistakes' thing. Thank you for pointing it out. I'll have to work on it.
Think that's everyone. Will try to update soon, but won't be for a while yet. And if by some chance I put one up early, well, surprise!
Mistress
