A.N. Remember!!!! I don't own GW that is the last time I'll say that. Enjoy.
Chapter 2
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I never asked how Jonathan had unlocked the door that could only be opened from the inside and he didn't tell me. I tossed it up to the fact that he was Jonathan and no other explanation was needed.
"So, I'm going out, don't wait up cutie." The tiny blonde winked in my general direction and blew a kiss at me.
I waved half heartedly as I tied the side of the lace-up black pleather pants tightly, if I gave away the surprise, what would be the point in looking for daydreaming purposes right?
Next came the black pleather vest, unzipped to the middle of my stomach, with knee high boots and a large black belt around my waist to finish off the look.
Now, those who know me, know that I look good in anything I wear and that I am not being conceded when I say it either, but for the first time in the past year and some odd, I really felt sexy again.
I didn't bother with braiding my hair as I walked around the counter and picked up Jonathan's 'Power Trip', a pretty sleazy version of 'Cosmopolitan', more leaning towards 'Playboy' than anything else.
Truly, I wasn't paying attention to the magazine, I was thanking Shinigami for looking out for my stupid ass.
Now that I thought about my actions over the past couple of months, I must admit, they were terribly stupid, Stupid, but necessary. The only part of my uniform that'd I'd kept was my badge and my gun, those were two things that I'd never let leave my person.
Even now, as I sat calmly at the counter, my gun was strapped to my thigh in a very caviler way, and my badge, which was clipped to the side of my belt. It gave me an edgy look that most people will love.
I'd go into detail about my first night at Jonathan's, but nothing happened. And trust me, when I say nothing, I mean, nothing. No one came in, no one even passed by. It was boring to say the least.
But it didn't stay that way, soon people realized we were open around the clock and people practically swarmed us.
Sleep practically became a thing of memory for me. I worked the night shift so Jonathan could go out and when he got back we both worked the late shift before he went to sleep and I covered the morning swing. Then I would crash for about an hour or two, before getting back up and getting pretty for a new day.
Side note!
I've been on L2 for a year now, I've been here at Jonathan's for eight months of said year and everything is good. I have food, clothing, clean water, and most importantly, I am helping the people I was sent here to help. I'm not an outsider anymore; I am once more one of the L2 trash no one wants to acknowledge.
Anyways, let me tell you about what happened around October of the next year.
"Duo babe," Jonathan called, "Man the front, I have to go out early tonight."
I looked at the blonde as I passed, raising an eyebrow at his milk maid attire.
"Damn…look who put the 'Ho' in 'Ho down'," I said, chuckling to myself as he flipped me off and put on a straw cowboy hat.
"Fuck you Maxwell, you're just jealous that you don't have my ass."
"Oh yes, because I want my ass to be the biggest part on my body…" I sarcastically retorted, winking at Jonathan to show that I meant no harm.
"Bitch," He shot back, shoving his feet into a pair of stiletto cowboy boots. "I'm going to a costume party, thing, with some…delegation, a large group of four, lord knows how kinky this could get. Where is my watering can?"
"No clue, check upstairs…" I said, turning and hopping up onto the counter top, once again picking up 'Power Trip', the magazine I was quickly becoming addicted to, it's the articles, I swear.
Today the retards, for lack of a better name to call them, that controlled the weather, had decided to cook everyone like a fried egg. It was 110 degrees outside and I was never more grateful for air conditioning.
In light of the heat, I had chosen to forego my normal black leather, for a white off the shoulder cotton top that exposed all of my stomach and was trimmed in violet lace that was ruffled around the top, the bottom, and the puffed sleeves. I was also wearing white Daisy Dukes and an adorable pair of violet Mary Jane styled stiletto spikes.
My hair was down because I had just gotten out of the shower and it was keeping me cool in the stifling heat. I had neglected to put on anymore make up than a line of black eyeliner, because I was afraid that it would melt off and that would not be attractive in the least.
So, there I sat, ignoring the heat the best way I knew how, when I heard the large cowbell that I had tied to the door start to ring, well…clang really, but hey, at least it let us know there were people around.
"Welcome to Jonathan's," I said, not putting down my magazine, to lazy to actually care to be overly seductive, my clothing and body language was doing enough of that for me as it was. "Anything I can help you with today? Whips, chains, flavored lube?"
I was pretty sure there was more than just one person in the shop, but so what right? People came in together to shop in groups all the time, maybe they were whores looking for something that fit them all, it has happened before.
"Um, no Miss," Answered the sweet voice, a male voice that sounded a lot like Quatre. I twitched at being called, 'Miss', especially by a voice that brought pain into my stable world.
"Hey, babe, do I look like a 'Miss' to you?" I asked, looking up to find the shock of my life, and I was pretty sure they were shocked as well.
In front of me stood four people I swore I would punch if I ever saw again. They were all wearing black tuxes and looking very sharp. The money practically oozed from them and I found myself becoming more and more pissed each second they stood in my presence.
"Oh…my…" The small blue eyed blonde whispered, taking a step forward and reaching out a hand, as if I were going to taking it and pull him into a hug or something. "Duo, Is that you?"
"No, I'm the fucking Easter bunny." I said, spinning around and hopping off the counter, completely ignoring his hand. "Now what brings the likes of you to the slums of L2?"
It was Wufei that answered in his normal, 'I'm so superior' way, not that I really cared if he thought he was better than me.
"We are here to pick up a guide that Zechs set up for us. We are to take him to the Annual Preventers Ball. It is being held on L2 this year. Why are you here Maxwell? Are you our guide?"
I blinked at the lot of them, my look clearly asking if they were cracked or something close to that.
"I didn't know that the ball was being held here."
For the moment my anger had disappeared into a cloud of confused smoke. Why hadn't I gotten an invitation? Why?
"No…no I'm not your guide, I didn't even know the ball was happening…"
"Then why are you here?" Quatre asked, "Are you undercover?"
I walked around the counter and leaned on the glass case, showing off my exposed body in all its perfection.
"No, I work here. Jonathan will be down soon."
With that I moved to walk off to greet the newest costumer that had just entered the store, when I felt a strong, calloused hand encircle my upper arm.
"You will stay and talk with us," Heero's nasally yet smooth voice commanded and pleaded at the same time. "Why are you here, why aren't you at headquarters?"
"Why?" I repeated angrily. "Why is because you left with the queen of pink and I wasn't given a choice about coming back here or not. No one called to find out how I was doing, if I needed any help, when I was coming back, nothing."
"After four months, I was back on the streets. The streets Heero! A place I swore to myself I would never be again! But I guess it just the same…what was it that Wufei said during the war… 'Those of low breeding will return to what they know, no matter how high they climb.'"
The Chinese man to my left had the decency to look ashamed as I glared at him. Those words had stung, even back then, but I had laughed them off, so sure that that would never happen to me because I promised myself I would never go hungry again.
"I guess you were right, because look where I am, look what I'm doing…again."
Once again I turned to leave and no one stopped me. I was pretty sure I had given them all plenty to think about as I walked over to the tall red head that was looking at the flail selection.
"Looking for you or for someone special?" I asked, banging on the wall of the stair case to let Jonathan know that his group was here.
"For me," the red head answered. "I want to play with my partner and thought I'd get it for him as a gift…"
"Aw, how sweet," I said, leaning close to him and pulling out a white flail with plastic lined strips. "This will give a nice snap and leave good welts with out breaking the skin if it is only being used for play and not torture. I can give you a…..demonstration…." I offered, snapping the flail in my hand and looking the boy up and down.
The red head shook his head and smiled. "That's ok, really I am only looking, I have been saving for months and am not sure if I'm going to get anything right now, I might shop around."
I motioned for him to follow me and made sure to swing my hips and a very alluring way, attracting both the red head's attention and my ex-comrades attention as well.
"Let's see just see how much it is, one white vinyl flail, will be…oh darn this thing, I keep telling Jonathan we need to get a new scanner, but do we have the money…"
I smirked to myself as I leaned over the glass case, sticking my rear into the air and wiggling it a bit, spreading my legs in a way that even the most experienced whore would applaud as I groaned alittle and moaned, gasping and tossing my head back in pleasure as I 'finally' managed to get the scanner working and stood up properly.
"That'll be $86.20," I said breathlessly, as I hopped up on the counter and dangled the flail between my spread legs. "You sure you want to look else where?"
The red head looked ready to burst free from his pants at any moment, he was practically stroking himself right there in front of me and the other boys in the room and he didn't look like he cared.
"No…that's ok," He said, reaching into his pocket, taking longer than one would expect to pull out his money, but what can you expect, I am that sexy.
I took the money and counted it out noting he'd handed me twice what I quoted. "Would you like anything else to go along with this?"
The man's eyes were glazed and I licked my lips, just adding to his fantasy as I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and a tickler and put them in a black and gold etched bag.
"Have fun," I murmured, slowly winking as I handed him the bag and twenty dollars back.
As the man walked out of the shop, stiffly and alittle wet in certain places, I heard the sound of slow clapping to the left of me, the sound snapping the other four out of their thoughts and most likely, fantasies.
"And that gentlemen, is why I keep this one around. He is sex on two legs and can sell anything with a well placed moan or two."
I crossed my legs and smirked at the stunned ex-pilots who were coughing and adjusting themselves slightly, even Wufei who I would've sworn was straight what with being married at one point and dating Sally and all.
"Now Duo, be good while I'm gone, and if that guy comes back for more, you know what to do." Jonathan said sweetly, swatting my on the thigh and winking.
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Oh guys, what do you think? Yes yes yes, this is very different from my nomal stuff, but I would like to say that I do not own the Gundam Characters, but Jonathan, and his store are mine. If I see anyone taking him, I'll hurt you…
Review please, it keeps me writing.
Kat