Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Dress ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4

This be it folks, final chapter of The Dance! & yes dimonyo-anghel, this is like the sm&dbz fic, a fresh rendition.

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Heero sighed heavily as he wearily trudged up the seemingly never ending steps of his apartment building.

Work had been extremely harder then usual this day, Docter J barking out commands like there was no tomorrow. The Japanese fighter never really minded the work, figuring that if he was able to accomplish whatever mission given to him, he would soon truly become the Perfect Soldier.

This time however, he just was not in the mood to really concoct strategies, hack into computer systems, or terminate moving dummies with his hand gun. The question of who Makoto was going to dance with in the dress he had purchased her was what instead lingered throughout his mind.

Ever since that very awkward moment under the bus stop, the pretty auburn-haired vixen hadn't left his mind. It was driving him insane! While Doctor J had driven out most of the humanity within the brown-haired youth, he still hadn't crumbled nature's male defense.

The thought of her smiling face, the sweet aroma that oozed out from her very, every pore, the intense, piercing gaze from her bright, glimmering emeralds made the nineteen-year-old's heart tremor.

Suddenly, he halted his steps, fists curling at his sides while his face tightened even more then it was.

This was preposterous! A simple girl could not, SHOULD NOT be able to make a soldier trained since childhood.

`But…' the ever annoying voice of reason purred in his mind.

`This ain't no simple girl.'

That thought alone reverberated throughout his entire being, numbing out the rest of the senses to give way for the fuzzy, unfamiliar warmth to come in. And now, in a dizzying high of swirling, unknown emotions, the brown-haired male finally made the last trek up the stairs and to his apartment door.

But when Heero neared his door, the high was broken by the white slip of paper taped onto door. With brows furrowing, he reached up to snag the note and tape off the slab of wood.

He glanced down at the thing; face still wrought with confusion, as his dark eyes scanned the thing. Scrawled in Makoto Maxwell's trademark loopy, delicate handwriting were simple, yet thought-provoking words.

`Meet me in front of the schoolat 7:30. - Mako'

What on Earth could be the matter? Had he been figured out? But it was near damn impossible to be discovered like that, being as he made sure to leave no trail leading to him.

Some mannerisms one picks up when battling an unspoken war with the Oz. A moment later, his azure pools suddenly widened at the thought.

What if she had been captured? Which would be preposterous being as she wrote the note…

Unless they forced her to.

Cursing in his foreign tongue, the tall brown-haired male spun his heel and darted down the stairs, the slip of paper fluttering softly down onto the ground, forgotten.

-:-

Heero paused just outside the school, struggling for a moment to recapture his breath. He had run all the way here, too impatient to wait for the bus that wasn't due until another fifteen minutes.

After managing to return his breathing to some normalcy, he began to fall into movement once more. He strode about the quad rather briskly, eyes scanning the vicinity for a certain brown-haired female.

Several other teens moved about the agitated oriental, all dressed fully in some fancy garments for the Spring Ball. They giggled to themselves, beaming wide and practically skipping to the school entrance.

And despise himself, Heero stopped looking around for the certain brown-haired female and instead gazed at the other teens swarming about him.

They looked so happy, without a care in the world, without having to worry if the next damned mission would be the one that would ultimately take their lives, thus making them not the Perfect Soldier.

The Japanese teen had often contemplated what it would have been like, if his parents hadn't died, if Doctor J hadn't taken him in, if he had just grown up as a normal boy.

Maybe he would be able to feel something other then vacant coldness, lost in a never ending abyss of swirling grey fog and battle strategies.

His inner musings were abruptly shattered as his Prussian blue eyes snagged onto a familiar pink gown. It was just turning to the side of the school building with two other figures at its side.

Instantly, Heero fell into fast, brisk movement, pace fast and with purpose. His hand unconsciously reached to his back pocket, fingers grappling the handle of his gun.

So many things flew through his mind in the few moments it took to close the distance between he and the three.

How to get Mako out of this, how to make sure his ever bullet landed a solid hit onto the two bastards who dared even consider taking Makoto Maxwell, just how he could explain—

And his worrying thoughts came to an abrupt stop as he turned the corner of the school. Yes, the pink gown he had purchased this morning was there, but not on the person he had bought it for.

The ever tiny Relena Peacecraft, dressed in a pink silk gown, leaned heavily against the wall of the school while puffing a cigarette. Her faithful cohorts stood at her side, doing the same motion as their beloved leader.

His handsome face contorted and his brow furrowed with confusion. The lady at the boutique had told him specifically that the gown on the platform was the last one of that design to ever come out.

So how on Earth could bitch on heels, a name he had personally chosen for the golden-haired Relena, have the same dress as his Mako?

“Heero!”

The icy mask on the Perfect Soldier's face tightened with abject annoyance and disgust at the sudden high-pitched shriek. All the boy could do was release a faint moan of misery as the tiny slip of a girl latched herself onto his left arm.

“Gosh, I haven't seen you in so long hunnie!” she squealed with a wide smile across her face, staring up affectionately at her dear `hunnie.'

“You've gotta come to the dance with me!!”

Almost instantly, Heero jerked back and in the process successfully yanked his arm out of the death grip. Relena took a step forward to attach herself to his left but he skillfully dodged the onslaught.

“What's the matter?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side while blinking her eyes quizzically.

“Nothing.” He murmured with a deadpan tone, face just the same.

The blonde-haired girl opened her mouth to object, protest but Heero had long since turned his heel and began to walk away.

She made a move to go for him but a hand landed on her shoulder. So with a vengeful growl, Relena whirled around to face whoever it was that had the damn nerve to come between she and her Heero.

Her narrowed cerulean blue eyes widened with surprise at who it was.

“Milliardo?”

-:-

Heero shuddered with disgust as he strolled away from the trio of females, wiping incessantly at his left arm to rid whatever that thing lingered on him.

He really wished that Relena would get the message that he had no interest in her. It was outright annoying having that thing there, everywhere without fail.

Why couldn't she at least try the coy, demure approach like other females?

He blinked however as he took notice of the lone figure standing out on the now empty quad, rocking back and fro on her heel while glancing frequently side to side.

Her outfit consisted of a form-fitting white-button up top, the sleeves reaching tight up to her elbows. The first two buttons were left undone, giving a teasing view of the two pleasantly large peach-colored breasts underneath. A snug black skirt made of a stretchy material encased her hips, reaching to her knees and an inch slit at either side. Shiny black knee-high boots encased her lower half, the heel about an inch or two off the ground. And to complete her outfit, she wore thin black string, on which hung a medium-sized circular platinum medallion and glimmering diamond studs in her ears.

His brow furrows and face shows clear confusion as he intakes the rather chic, flattering attire on the seventeen-year-old. Stylish yes, but not the dress.

Why wasn't she wearing the dress? Had it been the wrong size? Not possibly…but then why? Had she not wanted it? Maybe he was totally off about the thing?

Answers. NOW. That's what he needed and before he could stop himself, his mind took auto-pilot while his sense took the back seat.

“Mako!”

Immediately, the tall brunette glanced over her shoulder, bright eyes blinking at him with wonder. Once she realized who it was she beamed, turning around fully to face him.

“Heero!” she exclaimed, making fast strides towards the boy.

And almost instantly his stomach lodged into his throat, heart hammered against his rib cage and his lungs suddenly shriveled like prunes as all the air left them. Warmth surged through him, quickened his heart beat and heated his face like a flame.

Makoto stopped a few feet yonder him, standing nervously and glancing hastily between some box in her hands then back at him. Her face was a little…pink? She constantly shifted her weight between her two feet, fiddling with the whatever it was in her hands.

And the elite soldier managed to recapture his lost voice, boldly pulling his gaze off the concrete ground and up to the pretty emeralds that plagued his mind all day. They peered shyly back at him, uncertainty and hesitancy all but evident in the stare.

The thick awkward tension continued for another five minutes until Makoto finally shook herself out of it, bowing her head and breaking the intense stare. It took her a moment, trying to regain her original thought before she was able to once again raise her head.

The green-eyed seventeen-year-old smiled warmly, extending her cupped hands where a small, black leather box lay. Brow furrowing, Heero tilted his head to the side as his hand cautiously reached out for the thing.

“It doesn't bite.” She murmured with a slightly amused tone, pushing her hands closer to him.

The brown-haired oriental grinned slightly in a sheepish manner, jutting forward and snatching the box away from her grasp. He quickly lifted the top lid up and felt his heart skip a beat as he saw what was inside.

Tucked snugly into black velvet was a shiny platinum watch, more so his father's watch.

Once again, ever so cautiously, Heero reached out for the thing, palms sweaty with nervousness. His fingers brushed against its cool surface, carefully plucking the adornment away from the box's hold.

Deep azure blue eyes studied the watch, noting each scuff and mark that was elusive only to his father's watch. He then flipped it over, to see the backing of the watch's face to see a familiar engraving in neat script.

`To My Beloved Fujitaka,

Love is a winding road and we'll make it last forever. Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing.

All My Love,

Nadeishko'

He could feel his eyes watering up that damn instant, vision going a blur as a sudden twinge hit somewhere in the recesses of his chest.

So Makoto had known it was he - and the fact he sold his watch to get the dress. And in turn she returned it, for him.

“H-how'd you--”

“The boutique lady said a nice Japanese fellow had bought it a few moments before me and at the bus stop, you said you sold it for something more important.” Makoto answered softly, her eyes grown considerably brighter and glassy.

“You sold your dad's watch for me.”

Heero shook his head and opened his mouth to object but Makoto rushed to him. Her small hands gripped the collar of his jacket, forcefully pulling him closer as she moved up slightly to plaster her lips across his.

And his words were lost in her mouth, managing a faint squeak of surprise as his eyes flared wide to its limits. As rough as her approach was, the kiss was surprisingly soft, almost feather-soft. It took him but a moment to regain his senses, arms snaking around her middle and pulling her full up against him.

There was no objection from the girl, her arms moving around his thick neck and fingers scouring through his thick chocolate mane. He tilted his head to the side a bit, head dipping lower and thus deepening the kiss considerably.

Slowly and quite hesitantly, the two parted though their arms still remained wrapped tightly about each other. Makoto took deep breathes, eyes wide as her forehead buried deep into the curve of Heero's shoulder and neck.

After a moment, she lifted her head off his shoulder to stare at the boy square in the eye. Glinting sapphire locked with sparkling emerald, affection for the other party clearly evident in the orbs.

“Thanks for the dress.” She whispered softly, staring up at him wide-eyed.

Heero didn't respond, only bending foreword to brush his lips ever so softly against her swollen, highly sensitive ones. He did it once more, again, and yet again.

“You're welcome.” He whispered in turn to her prior statement, azure blue eyes staring down at the clearly dumbfounded girl.

She outright trembled under his touch, gasping for breathes and all out of sorts. She tried to stop her trembling heart and the strangest sensations coursing out from the pit of her belly, but all fruitless as it all seemed to increase tenfold.

They remained like that for quite sometime, his arms about her middle and hers locked solidly about his neck. The sudden gust of wind didn't sway the two nor the light mist from the drizzling rain either.

And suddenly, Heero pulled back though his arms still remained around her waist. He stared down unseeingly at Makoto, face indifferent as ever and gaze fogged with a mysterious uncertainty.

His higher than the average mind was going into over-drive as he feebly tried to classify the unfamiliar feelings coursing out form his heart. Some warm, strong attraction to the fluff in his arms.

It wasn't lust, he had felt lust before that was for sure. But this time, it was…well different. Along with the budding male interests came something new, a feeling of contentment with the world.

Everything wrong was right. His surroundings were flawless cause as long as he had her, he could take it on.

And just then a very familiar tune began to waft into the air, one he had often heard echoing throughout Dou's apartment. The remix of Nothing's Gonna Stop Us by the Starting Line was by all means one of Makoto's favorites, frequently found on the repeat button on her CD player.

It was the perfect song to have for their first dance.

“Will you dance with me?”

Makoto stared incredulously wide-eyed up at Heero, disbelief wrought across her pretty face. Had she heard that right? He, Heero Yuy, asked her to dance?

Hell is freezing over and Satan is giving free sleigh rides.

“Please?”

Now hell was seriously freezing over cause not once, in all seventeen years of knowing him has she heard, seen, or even heard of in hearsay of Heero Yuy degrading himself to begging.

“But dressed like t-this?” she stuttered with cynicism in her voice, glancing down at his current attire.

“There IS a dress code!”

He wore a loose-fitted olive green shirt partially tucked into a belted pair of tight blue jeans, the rest of it falling haphazardly untucked from his pants. A matching blue jean jacket was worn over that, the hem barely reaching the waist of his jeans. Other then that was the pair of shiny black boots on his feet and the shiny watch on his left wrist.

Handsome, near dangerously sexy but definitely not right for a formal ball.

“Who says we needa go in there?” he questioned with a wry tone, one brow quirked up and the corner of his mouth just the same.

“We got each other and the music. That's all we really need.”

Makoto could do little more then peer up at Heero, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Logically, this was a horribly bad idea. It was no secret that her brother wasn't exactly the easiest going when it came to her love life. Such as him `accidentally' breaking her old boyfriend's arm off for cheating on her. And Heero, being one of his closest (despite Heero's objections) comrades, Makoto did not want to cause a rift between the boys.

For some, unknown reason the tall seventeen-year-old had a gut feeling they would need each other.

But the way his deep, azure blue eyes gazed down at her, glimmering with anticipation and excitement, she just couldn't find the heart to gainsay the man or deny the little desire deep within her heart.

Looking in your eyes, I see a paradise.
This world that I found is too good to be true.
Standing here beside, I want so much to give you
This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you.

Without waiting for her agreement, he settled his large hands onto her curvy hips, tugging her lithe frame even closer. His head bows foreword, cheek pressing to cheek while breathing heavily into her hair. He takes in a deep breath, allowing himself to savor the sweet scent of sakura blossoms before continuing.

“Dance with me.” He whispers, smile evident in his tone.

And without a moment to think, Makoto wraps her arms about Heero's neck once more, allowing him to sway her side to side.

Let them say we're crazy.
I don't care about that.
Put your hand in my hand, baby, don't ever look back.
Let the world around us just fall apart.
Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart.

“Stop trying to lead,” Heero orders softly, pouting slightly as Makoto once again moved foreword when she was supposed to step back.

“Don't be so stubborn.”

Immediately the tall brunette pouts as well, clearly offended by his remark.

“I was NOT trying to lead and I'm NOT stubborn.” she spat back, sticking her tongue out as she tilted her head up regally.

The brown-haired male had to bite at his lower lip to hold back the sudden urge to chuckle at Makoto's ridiculous expression. She currently held the most regal, cocky look to her, nose up-turned in the air and eyes closed as if she were too damn good for everyone around her.

He only shook his head, grinning wide now, as he bent his head forward to press his lips at the side of her cheek.

“Just follow me.”

And she felt all color drain from her face, body growing tense as she suddenly realized just how much a compromising position they were currently in.

And we can build this thing together, stand in stone forever,
Nothing's gonna stop us now.
And if this world runs out of lovers we'll still have each other.
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now.

You know when you're too close to someone, when you can feel their heart pulsating. Yep, that's when you officially know you are too close.

But it seems Heero just damn refuses to let go, or at least allow my chest to stop being pressed up against his.

…and he calls me stubborn.

I roll my eyes at the thought and place my attentions back on my feet. Dance, be graceful I command them but it seems that they are in a bitchie mood.

Can't blame em, shoving in some leather two inch crap.

Naturally, I fumble over my own foot and end up clashing my face into his chest. I feel him snicker and my face burns with self repulsion.

But the sudden surge of rage for him laughing at me simmers down as his musky scent envelopes my senses. I never noticed up until now how nice he smelt or just how right it was for his large, calloused hands to be gripping my hips.

…or just how nice his lips felt against mine.

I'm so glad I found you, I'm not gonna lose you,
Whatever it takes to stay here with you.
Take it too the good times, see it through the bad times.
Whatever it takes is what I'm gonna do.

Is this really dancing? We're really just moving side to side, so this can't be classified as dancing. Can it?

I don't know, I was never good at these kind of things anyway. Emotions and being suave I mean, I am no Duo.

But either way, dancing or not, this is sheer…sheer something. I can't seem to put my finger on it, but it's really really good.

Better then accomplishing every mission ever given to me, by all means better.

You know, Makoto fits perfectly with me, just perfectly. Like she was my missing half, the puzzle piece that would complete the image.

I purse my lips and close my eyes, inhaling the sweet aroma that is so uniquely Makoto.

And I wonder if she realized how perfectly she fits with me too.

Let them say we're crazy.
What do they know?
Put your arms around me, baby, don't ever let go.
Let the world around us just fall apart.
Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart.

And I wonder if Heero knows how oddly perfect his form is against mine. I mean, it's almost uncanny how wonderfully we mesh together, like a puzzle.

So I purse my lips and think for a moment before saying ever so softly into his ear,

“Heero?”

He doesn't pull back but leans closer, his lips brushing the nape of my neck ever so gently before replying,

“Yes?”

His response is muffled into my throat and my whole body tingles. His soft releases of breath hits my bare flesh and boy do I really wish I wore a turtle neck.

It's really too tingly…I'm beginning to lose feeling to my extremities. The place where his lips are still pressed upon begins to burn and I really, REALLY wish I did wear a turtle neck. But I push aside the strangely pleasant sensations emitting from my throat and the pit of my belly, instead grappling my voice and forcing it into use.

“You know we're slow dancing to a fast song right?”

He inhales deeply before letting out a low chuckle, shaking his head and thus in the process teasingly tracing his lips over the nape of my neck. And he places a kiss on the side of my throat before bringing his lips to my ear, puffing his searing breathes not only once, twice, three but FOUR times.

My left ear is by all means ablaze now, probably as red as my face.

“You know, you fit perfectly with me right?”

And my beating heart deafens my burning ears.

Oh, all that I need is you.
All that I ever need.
All that I want to do is hold you forever, forever and ever.

Artful motion, gentle glides, twirls and tugs across concrete pavement. Cheek to cheek, aromas meshing as one as do themselves. Complete, one.

Unbreakable, undetachable. Pieces are complete.

And there are no illusion for the future, there shall be hardships in store for the two lovers. Battle strategies, near-death escapades, saving all of human kind. Juggling Relena and her bitches, the bills, the apartment.

But they would face those hardships, together, hand in hand.

And we can build this thing together, stand in stone forever,
Nothing's gonna stop us now.
And if this world runs out of lovers we'll still have each other.
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now.

-:-

&that's all folks! Yes, Heero got really OOC at the end and yes I DO know it got a bit fluffy at the end as well but I REALLY don't care. (grins)

Well not necessarily. I suppose this is where I should go into a long, droning paragraph of my view of the over all story and I would love too, but I'm lazy as fuck. So, let's keep it at this.

This story is like a dick, it has its ups and downs. (insert laughter)…(or not)

Yeah, sorry about the corny joke. But here's the spank choos!

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