Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Vampires Kiss ❯ Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Also any songs I use in the story are not mine unless I say otherwise.

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"How about this one?" asked Angel coming out of the dressing room with a pair of black low rider jeans and a black tank top with a silver bellie chain.

"Deffinetly" Duo grinned whistling. "Girl, you were made for 21 centuary clothing," Duo laughed.

"I think we need to get some clubbing clothes, then we could meet up with the others and get some lunch," suggested Hilde.

"Heero? What do you think?" asked Angel.

"Hn," Heero replied looking away towards the door.

"Don't bother Heero," Duo answered, "He not really social."

"Oh" Angel sighed "Okay, I'll go change."

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"What about this?" asked Zechs with a smirk as he exixted the mens changing room in black slacks and a dark blue colored shirt.

"Brat" mumbled Wu Fei as he eyes Zechs up and down. "You know you look good so why don't we just pick what you like and go home?"

"Because I enjoy tormenting you." Zechs smirked once again.

"Two can play at this game" Wu Fei whispered as Zechs walked into the changing room. Wu Fei got up and followed his lover into the changing room.

Through the curtain all you heard was "…Wu Fei! What are you….mmhmm"

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$ "Are you done yet?" asked Trowa through the curtain of the dressing room of one of the nicer dressed stores.

"Yes," Quatre answered, "Do you think they will let me wear some of these clothes out? They do fit a lot better than the long pants of yours," he asked stepping out wearing a plain white shirt and blue jeans.

"Of course, why don't you grab what you want and we could pay for them" Trowa answered.

"What do you think?" asked Quatre turning around so Trowa could get a full look of him.

"Nicely done." Trowa whispered as he marveled at how hot this little blood- sucker was unconciently turning him on. Quatre raised his eyes and smiled as he walked bak into the changing room and exixted with an arm full of clothing.

After the Trowa finished paying for the clothing, the two left and were walking down the hall of the mall when music filtered through Quatre's ears. Quatre smiled stopping and closed his eyes enjoying the beautiful orchesteral piece.

"Where is this coming from Trowa?" asked Quatre.

"This?"

"The music."

"The music store across right beside the store we just exixted."

"May we enter that store?" asked Quatre looking at Trowa with his large blue eyes.

"Of course. The others peobebly won't be done for a while more" Trowa answered letting a small smile appear on his face.

Quatre broke out in a large grin and quickly hugged Trowa, "Thank you so much Trowa
he smiled then started to walk to the music store grabbing Trowa's hand and pulling him with him.

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The music store was so beautiful and intrusting with all of it's music instruments. Trowa let Quatre explore while he went to look at some new music for his flute. Quatre was in aww. Most were some Quatre had never seen before. Then he saw it. It was his old violin he has lost while he slepped for 500 years. He knew it was his. Quatre pick up his old friend and saw the initials he had marken onto it hundreds of years of go when he first receved it. His initials, Q. V. Before he knew it, he picked up his bow and started to play.

Trowa was looking through many classical pieces when this music entered his mind. He looked to see Quatre with eyes closed playing an unknown piece on a violin. The other people in the store stopped and watched as Quatre's fingers pressed the fine strings never once missing a note. When he finished, Quatre smiled and looked up at the manager, "I'll take it" he smiled placing his violin back into the case. "How much?"

"How did…" Trowa began

"Shhhhh" Quatre interpted him "How much sir?"

"That violin is very rare" The manager bagan

"I didn't ask that. How much?" Quatre asked narrowing his eyes.

"It is not for sale. It has been in my family for years."

"I shall have it now" Quatre demanded in a quiet voice. "Now!" he ordered his eyes flashing green for a moment.

"yy…yeeeeess…yesss sir" the man stammered.

"Thank you" Quatre smiled walking out of the store then turned to Trowa, "Coming?" he asked with his sunny expression once again on. Trowa quietly followed Quatre not saying one word.

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