Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Strange Mission Indeed ❯ The Begining of the Rabid Fans ( Chapter 3 )

Meeep, *looks at all the angry eyes * IM SORRY FOR MY LATENESS!!!! I probably don't even deserve any reviews for being so slow… but I've decided that I've had enough with that… I kicked my muse, brushed the spider webs off him, all to present the next chapter of this fic to you peeps… also there was the fact that Heero was literally about to kill me but we can just say I was doing it out of the non existent goodness of my heart hehe… so nyways… `carry on' as the great Duo Maxwell would say…

 

Hey but I've made it over the hump… (not like that u pervs!!!) … what I mean is that I generally fail to complete the third chapter of a fic, so I know that once you have 3 chapters down, you're good to go ^_^

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A Strange Mission Indeed: Chapter 3

 

Redoing your hair and changing your clothes would normally be considered quite an easy task, especially if one has faced such things that you do when you are a Gundam pilot, however fate or, in this case, the phone decided to interrupt by ringing obnoxiously all through out the house.

 

Duo, who was half way through putting on a new pair of pants, groaned to himself and quickly stumbled down the hall awkwardly, attempting to find the phone. Tripping over himself, actually it was his other pant leg, Duo found himself on the floor, tangled with the phone cord.

 

Grumbling, Duo picked himself up and snatched the phone off the hook as if to choke the life out of it. He put it to his ear and said “Hello!” but found that he was holding the phone upside down. Hissing, Duo flipped the phone around and slammed it against the side of his head. “Hello!” Duo hissed in a very scary voice that sounded very snake like.

 

“Uh, hi, would like to hear about our new, fabulous prices and…” responded the sound of an inexperienced telemarketer.

 

The sound of Duo hissing again caused the voice on the other line to halt in mid sentence. Duo cleared his throat and started over in a voice dripping with false sweetness.

 

“Hi, my name is Duo Maxwell and I've answered the phone on the behalf of hoping it was someone important. Unfortunately it isn't since I don't know a Stacey from my long, miserable life. But, if you want to make idle chitchat, I live with 4 other men, I'm gay, and I just woke up to find myself lying on top of my best bud, not that I'm complaining. I was just recently in a march for `I don't give a Fuck what you're selling me' with a whole bunch of other people that would like to kick your ass if you ever call them again. It was nice talking to you, but I have to go take a shit right now; so how about we talk some more later? Okay? Okay, bye bye.”

 

Slamming the receiver down and feeling much better, Duo went back to getting his pants on. It took 13.711 seconds exactly and not too long after Duo was running out the door, down the steps towards the car, which happened to be very shiny Toyota Matrix, an old car from the 2000s. Duo being a Sweeper caused him to love and adore such things and before getting in Duo ran a hand over the top of the car, smiling all the while.

 

“Duo, if you don't get in this car right now I'm driving over your feet.”

 

The threat of course came from Yuy who was glaring daggers at him from the driver's seat. Duo just smiled cheekily and replied, “No you won't Hee chan; I'm too valuable for this mission to be crippled during it.” Never the less Duo slid into the passenger seat, stuck his tongue out at the Wing pilot, and suddenly, it hit him.

 

“Gimme the car keys, Heero. I wanna drive!!!!”

 

“Please keep the volume down Maxwell!” said Wufei's voice from the back seat, where he sat next to Quatre who sat next to Trowa.

 

“Geeze what crawled up your butt and died?”

 

Wufei just sputtered at that comment while Quatre chuckled lightly before saying, “Wufei's just annoyed that he has to be a girl for so long.”

 

“Aww but you make such a cute one, Fei chan… Soooo… Can I drive, can I drive.”

 

“If Duo drives, I'm walking…” Trowa uttered under his breath which caused Quatre to burst out into a fit of giggles, which Trowa found to be incredibly cute.

 

"What's so bad about me driving? I'd get us there under half an hour!"

 

"To the hospital, you mean."

 

"Hey, we didn't land up there!"

 

"But the police officer did."

 

“Duo, if you recall, the last time we let you drive we got pulled over because we were 1) doing 85 on a 30 mph road 2) running 2 traffic lights and 3) yelling vulgar phrases out the window and we were tailgating.” Explained the seemingly Perfect Soldier

 

Duo's face fell a bit which pulled at an odd string in Heero's heart that seemed to want to make him smile again. Heero brushed it off at being something he ate. `Told you not to eat all those onions but nooo, we just had to finish our plate like a good little boy.' `Shut up you, it would have been a waste to not finish it.' `Since when do I argue with myself?' `Since for a while, I just took a vacation to the Islands.' `Lucky you' `Now go say something so that the rest of our merry group stops looking at us weird.' `Why not…'

 

Heero started the car and backed it out of the long drive way. “Maybe next time Duo…”

 

Duo broke out into a wide grin and startled the pilot next to him by giving him a big hug. Heero slammed on the brakes and was about to give “Shinigami” I piece of his mind, but Duo was already sitting back upright in his seat like the action he had done before was the most normal thing in the world. Sighing Heero released the brakes and started driving once more, ignoring the fact that he could still feel the warmth on his skin where Duo had hugged him. `Damn onions…'

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“By Allah, look at the line! I would never expect this type of… thing… to be so… popular…” exclaimed a highly surprised Quatre.

 

The group of misfits was standing near the end of the type of line you sometimes wait on at the movie theater which doubles back and twists around a lot.

 

Duo had the expression of a child in an amusement park for the first time as was turning his head every which way, taking in the place and all the interesting things it held. After awhile he turned his attention back to the group, specifically Miss Chang Wufei. “How you holding up there Fei cakes? Those shoes hurt at all?”

 

“NO” sputtered an exasperated Wufei who decided this was probably the most embarrassing moment of his life and he hoped he would forget having to ever do this.

 

Seeing Wufei's reaction to his situation, Duo just squinted his eyes a bit more and smirked, “Come now Wuffers, think of it as a journey into the unknown that is girls. It's your first and probably last chance, so don't waste it.”

 

Wufei was about to make some snide comment when he was interrupted.

 

“Hey guys, why is everyone staring at us like hungry vultures?” inquired Quatre

 

“It must be Maxwell; he gets us these stares sometimes.”

 

Duo just smirked, “That's just cause I'm sexy, eh demo, I don't think I've ever earned such a reaction from a crowd before…”

 

“Hn, it's jeopardizing the mission.” Stated Heero

 

“Well it's probably your fault for wearing such a sexy outfit all the time Hee chan.” This once again earned Duo the rare `Do-you-take-meds-and-if-you-do-why-haven't-you-taken-them-today?' expression from Heero. Duo continued, “…I mean come on `Ro, a short tank top and black spandex shorts tight enough to bounce a quarter, you're going to get stares…” Having nothing to say to this Heero just fell silent once more, though the slight tightening of the muscles in his neck showed he was pondering something.

 

The line finally decided to move a bit and after another 10 minutes the group found themselves at the ticket booth. The lady behind the counter's jaw dropped as she saw the group approaching.

 

“Uh, uh, uh… here..!” she thrust 5 tickets at them, “take em, they're yours, no need to pay us for showing up here.” A very slight trickle of drool edged out of the corner of her mouth and she kept repeatedly licking her lips as she stared at the 5 of them, yes even the Chinese girl was making her horny. “I gotta go! Somebody take my shift!” The woman yelled as she ran to the nearest pay phone and made an emergency call.

 

A man on the other line picked up, “Yes?”

 

“Jimmy?!”

“Sara… what's up why are you…”

 

“You have to get over here right now!”

 

Jimmy groaned, “Sara I'm at work and you know I'm not into that convention crap.”

 

“Jimmy, if you don't get over here right now, I'm going to fuck a perfect stranger.”

 

“… I'm on my way…”

 

Meanwhile back at the booth the G boys just stared bug eyed.

 

Quatre uttered a, “uh, not going to ask… come one lets go in.”

 

Shrugging, the rest of the group followed Quatre to the entrance of the hotel the convention was being held at. Trowa and Heero pushed open the door and the group followed them inside. The doors shut and then… all noise ceased. Girls and boys alike turned their heads to the tasty new meat that had just entered into their domain. Smiling maliciously, the group circled in on it's pray.

 

Duo realized they were in for some deep shit if they didn't do something fast. “Quatre, Trowa!” he hissed, they turned their attention briefly to him. “Kiss!” They looked at him like he had grown an extra head, “Come on!” They continued to give him blank stares. “Arg fine!” Smiling, he, without warning, wrapped his arms around Heero, pulled him into deep, passionate, sexy, hot, gloriously divine, and God-like, kiss.

 

As expected the crowd immediately froze and a scramble for cameras followed. 100s of flashes went off by the second, not one person caring about wasting their entire roll of film on the pair.

 

Duo was in heaven, Heero had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Not to say he was a bad kisser, oh no quite the opposite, but all Heero could think about at the moment was trying to breath through his nose at all times and that Duo tasted good, in fact he was getting kind of addicted to it.

 

But of course this couldn't keep up forever. Oxygen supplies were badly low for both parties but Duo knew that if he stopped kissing then he was gonna get jumped, and knowing his luck, it would be by someone really ugly.

 

Out of nowhere as Savior came… and his name was Jesus Christ… no far from being religious the Savior was a well thrown smoke bomb. Somebody quickly ran up the group, grabbed Wufei's hand, how grabbed onto Quatre, who grabbed onto Trowa, who grabbed onto Duo, who picked Heero up and ran with him in his arms.

 

They reached an abandoned hallway and paused to catch their breath.

 

“You have a lot of guts coming to a place like this.”

 

Turning around the group gasped in surprise, since it appeared to be another Duo.

 

“I think I'm seeing double” Quatre stated rubbing his temples

 

“Great, one Maxwell is enough, now we have two; the world is doomed for sure.”

 

In response to this Duo #2 stated, “Keep your voice up a bit Wufei otherwise people are gonna just think you're some cross dressing, transgender queer guy and god knows we have enough of those in this convention… So anyways walk with me people.”

 

The group eyed each other, using a bunch of silent communication that they had mastered completely by now to debate this idea. This lasted for about 2 minutes until Duo got frustrated and just spat out. “For Shinigami's sake Heero, none of us really know what we're doing in this one; this is our best chance at doing that anyway!”

 

“Hn” translation: fine but if you are wrong about this one then death will come swiftly…

Duo smacked his forehead, “Lovely Heero I can totally feel the love,” he turned around to face himself, uh his twin? Counterpart? Doppelganger? “So, uh, who are you?”

 

Duo #2 smirked, “you”

 

Duo rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his bangs, “Really, my condolences…” sarcasm practically dripping off the statement which was ironic since, knowing what Duo's been through, most people would say that as well.

 

Duo #2: “Why thank you, how understanding off you…” the statement was equally sarcastic… “Come on peeps let's blow this Popsicle stand.”

 

The group started to walk down the hall, the noise of the convention could easily be heard behind the wall at all times.

 

Quatre whispered, “Even acts like Duo, it's a little creepy…”

 

Trowa chuckled, “indeed”

 

Duo #2 turned to look back at them as they walked, “You guys are so lucky I spotted you way out there.”

 

“Really? And why is that?” speculated the Wing pilot

 

Duo #2 then unexpectedly stepped forward and, with both hands, grasped Heero's right hand and shook it up and down excitedly. “Heero! A pleasure to meet you in the flesh!”

 

Heero, stunned at the random action, just watched his hand fly up and down between both of the Duo impersonator's. “Uh… yeah…”

 

As a side note Duo #2 added, “By the way, I've always wondered… how do you store a gun in these things?” Duo #2 poked at Heero's spandex, “There tight enough as it is,” Leaning into whisper, “Even if you don't where any underwear…” (1)

 

Duo #2 just pulled back and smiled at Heero, who had the cutest blush adorning his face. “Hmm, you should let Duo see that face sometime Yuy; I bet you he would melt…”

 

Moving on, Duo #2 did the same action with the blonde haired Arab, “Quatre! We should go for tea some time,” tapping his forehead he followed with, “love the goggles, got a pair back home somewhere.”

 

Quatre was slightly unnerved by such upfront actions but he managed to reply with a, “charmed…”

 

Duo #2 winked in response and then moved on to Trowa to which, as opposed to the other two, just firmly held the other's hand. “Trowa!” Glancing over at Quatre, “Got yourself a nice catch don't cha?” Trowa at first just raised an eyebrow, but then he smirked and nodded his head. Duo #2 continued, “... Anyway I was wondering how you get your hair to that flippy thing. It's almost Emo like…” (2)

 

“…Maybe it is…” responded the ever calm voice of Trowa.

 

“Heh, thought so…” Duo #2 said as he slid along to the next person, Wufei. Seeing that Wufei's hand had been given a set of very pretty, fake nails, Duo #2 merely lifted one and kissed the knuckle of it before letting it drop, smirking at the blush that immediately formed upon Wufei's cheeks. “Fei chan, that dress looks absolutely gorgeous on you, you should dress up more often… Who was the one who made you look so convincing, I doubt you know how to do makeup?”

 

Wufei mumbled a name underneath his breath and pointed at the braided pilot next to him.

 

Duo #2 grinned and replied, “Thought so…”

 

Finally turning his attention to the boy he was using as an identity at the moment, Duo #2 stepped to the side again to face the Deathscythe pilot. The two just stared at each other for a few moments until Duo #2 stepped slowly forward gave Duo a brief hug before pulling back and stating with a wide grin, “yeah I think I pulled you off.”

 

Duo #1 scratched at the back of his head, “Yeah, uh, I've been wondering… what's up with you being me, I mean… yeah…” and so we receive a beautiful example of Duo's vocabulary.

 

Duo #2 smirked, “Oh, I just had an identity crisis, so I took yours, hope you don't mind…”

 

Duo #1, “I don't suppose…”

 

“…But in that case what should we call you? We can't call you Duo…” inquired Quatre

 

“Well you could call me Solo…” a fit of coughing on Duo #1's part caused Duo #2 to pause and smirk, “oh right… sorry, forget that idea how bout… Trio…”

 

Duo halted his coughing, “yeah… sounds great…”

 

Heero raised an eyebrow, “What's so bad about the name Solo?”

 

Duo, “Never you mind Heero…”

 

Heero frowned a bit at this, the reaction going unnoticed except for the Duos.

 

Duo walked over and placed a hand on Heero's shoulder, “Maybe some other time ne Hee chan?”

 

Heero's face softened and he whispered, “ok Duo” to which Duo smiled and turned away to stand beside him a bit.

 

“Aww Kawai, I just wanna eat you two up…”

 

“Huh? Nani?” Heero looked up at Trio confused.

 

“Never mind Hee chan…” Trio replied sticking out his tongue

 

“Hey that's my nickname for Heero no fair!” Duo exclaimed feeling a sudden wave of possessiveness wash over him.

 

“Exactly, it's because you use that name that I use it as well. Anyways I suppose you would all like to know why all of you were almost stripped of your clothes and fondled to pieces by a huge mob.”

 

“Yes, it would be nice to know.” Replied Trowa

 

“Okay, I'll start from the beginning then. This is a Yaoi convention; now you may wonder what you do in a Yaoi convention and the answer is generally ogle bishounen together. Now this is presented in a variety of ways here but what you have to realize is that all five of you…” Trio paused to stare at Wufei in all his girlish splendor, “…ok only four this time, are hot, sexy, teenage boys who look exactly like the infamous Gundam pilots. Add on to that the fact that you are going as Yaoi couples and you get a whole lot of pent up sexual frustration in an area which promotes rabid fan like action, such as stealing your clothes. Also you get a lot of this…”

 

Trio's eyes closed, taking in a huge breath of air, and screeching out in a horrifyingly familiar voice, “HEEEERROOO!”

 

The whole group flinched at the unbearable screech of what has been dubbed, “Relena's Cry.” Heero's reaction was a bit more drastic, the sound of the voice causing him to turn completely around and lift one leg up in an attempt to run away. However at the last moment Duo's hand shot out and grabbed Heero's arm. “It's ok, it's not her…”

 

Heero's face gradually calmed and he resumed his position of indifference mixed with slight agitation and a bit of something along the lines of anticipation… Duo turned to face… `himself,' “So, you're saying what exactly?”

 

Trio: “What I'm saying Duo kun, is that a pack of rabid fan girls are scarier then even the strongest of OZ, which is why you need my help.”

 

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1. Has anyone ever noticed this trend with fics? Heero never wears underwear, he's always going commando. It's always like “and he could tell by the way that his Spandex clung to his ass, that he did not wear underwear,” or “Heero bent over causing a bit more skin to show above his spandex and in that moment he realized something… Heero doesn't wear underwear…” anyways just thought I'd point that out…

2. There are the types of things you figure out at 4 in the morning just lying in bed trying to get to sleep, which rarely works btw… you realize that Trowa may in fact be Emo, his hair is perfect for it after all… “I wish my grass was Emo, then it would cut itself”

 

Hahaha my Duo shirt has arrived bwahahaha!! Yes folks I am now in possession of a black shirt with a clerical collar ^_^

Duo: Hey! Give me back my shirt!

Heero: OH but Duo, you look soooo much better without one

Me: *nods head* yup yup

Duo: I suppose… buuuut… if I don't get a shirt then neither do you Hee chan, come on, the tank top goes off… now…

Heero: *takes off his shirt*

Me: ooh mis thinks things are getting quite interesting… ^_~