Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All in the Band ❯ Part Nine ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Amataru 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.13.2003 | Updated On: 08.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 919 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.13.2003 | Updated On: 08.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 919 | Status: Completed
All in the Band
Part 9/?
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4 Rx1 5xS
Yaoi
PG-13
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else's creation and have formed my own story around them. Don't sue me, I have no money!! I am a starving artist and am trying desperately to find a job for food and rent. I also didn't write these songs. I'm not a poet, never will be. But, I love music and good lyrics, so all of those I have in my fic are good songs by good bands/people. At least I think they are *^_^*
Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, slash, what ever you want to call it. It is also going to be explicit, but not in this part. There is *plot* in this story!!
Authors Note: Well I finally got around to writing another chapter. And again I'm completely sorry for the delay. I moved four different times in the past two months and I haven't really had much time to sit down and write, what with trying to find a job and pack and un-pack. You don't know how much I appriciate everyone's support! Thank you all so much!! So keep: Reading, *replying*, and ENJOYING!!
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"Don't ever do that again you two," Milliardo said for the seventh time that night. "I can't believe how irrational you both where! Especially you, Heero!" he had started to lower his voice again to the low raspy tone of a father disappointed and ashamed of his sons. "And I thought you where the smart one!"
"Hey!"
"Don't you start Maxwell! I want complete silence from you. I'm tempted to finish what the muggers started," that comment reminded Milliardo of the danger they both where in and set him off again. "What where you thinking?! You could have been killed or kidnapped or raped! I just can't imagine what kind of drugs you both where on to pull a stunt like, 'take a walk'. What the hell?!"
Milliardo sat down and put his head in his hands as he sighed a deep sigh trying to cool off. "I hope you both learned your lesson. Next time at least let someone know where you are going. Just promise me that," he looked up at Heero and Duo who where sitting on the edge of the hotel bed.
"We promise, father…" Duo said light heartedly trying to get him to relax a little. They both where okay and unscathed. And they both had definitely learned the lesson of the day, 'Don't ever let Duo lead a tour guide'.
Heero nodded his head slightly but kept his silence. He hadn't said anything since they got into the cab and made the police report. Duo assumed he was in shock of killing someone and putting another in critical condition. He didn't want to bring this up while Milliardo was in their presence but he wanted to know why Heero would have a convenient hidden knife in his boot. Duo had noticed it after Heero cleaned it off on his pant legs then quickly slipped it into it's hiding spot, not realizing Duo saw.
"All right then. You both need your sleep for tomorrow. If you have trouble I can order up some sleeping pills. Let me know if you two need anything," and with that Milliardo stood up still wringing his hands and making deep sighs as he walked out of the room.
They sat there next to each other in complete silence. Neither knew what exactly to say. For once Duo thought before he spoke and decided to hold off on questioning him for the night.
"So I was thinking," he said instead. "Why don't we go out the next time we have free time. I mean-not like a date going out, but to hang out. Since our conversation was cut off so suddenly before."
Heero slowly looked over at Duo trying to read his thoughts. But Duo's nervousness over powered any other emotion behind his smiling face. "We can talk now."
"Well, yeah, we can," Duo wrapped his hand behind his head and chuckled to him self silently. "So… I can't remember what we where talking about before so, I'll start a new topic."
Heero shrugged as he got up from the bed. "Doesn't matter," he said in a tone that really meant he didn't care what he talked about, as long as he was talking. But as he walked to the bathroom Duo read something completely different.
"Well… I understand. Doesn't matter to me either…" he muttered as he too stood up to get out of the dress. Walking over to the mirror he looked at his reflection once more. What he saw was a truthful lie. Staring back at him was what he wanted to be, what he was, what he wasn't, what he couldn't be.
There had been a huge war going on in his mind since he found out what sexuality really was. He was raised and believed in the way of the cloth. Homosexuality was completely against the way of God. For years he had fought against his true desires. He had tried to live a life a good Christian was suppose to live. He even became engaged to Hilde, all in a vain attempt to be righteous.
It was Solo who let him see he wasn't evil. Solo had very controversial beliefs and was a few times struck down by oppressors who thought he was the Devil incarnate.
<I>"God is omnipotent right? So if he doesn't want something to happen he won't let it happen. So by saying, 'you are going against what God wants', you are saying God isn't doing his job. You are saying we have to be the police for God and decide what is right and wrong. We have to punish because God can't. I think all that's bull crap. 'Let he who be with out sin cast the first stone.'"</I>
Solo was always very truthful about what he thought and felt. He came right out and told Duo he was drop dead gorgeous and had wanted nothing but to get him in bed the first night they met.
Duo chuckled to him self as he rubbed the make-up off his face, he knew that side of Solo had rubbed off on him along with other finer qualities.
"You okay?" Heero said from behind Duo startling him slightly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Can you help me with this thing? I can't get it untied," Duo lied as he held his braid up exposing his sleek back.
With out hesitation Heero reached up and accidentally brushed along Duo's spine with his fingers till they found the knot. Duo tilted his head to the side exposing his neck which was faintly lined by the vanity's dim lights. Acting like the knot was difficult, Heero leaned forward to get a closer look, his breath spilling over Duo's skin sending shivers through his body and down to his groin. Knowing he couldn't postpone the completion of the task any further Heero finally untied the bow.
"There…" Heero softly whispered close to Duo's ear sending an even stronger sensation through his body.
"Thank you," Neither dared move. They stood transfixed in the moment.
Duo had never realized before how much he desired the man behind him. His soft boyish features almost pressed against his figure made him realize what he wanted. What he needed. "Heero…" he almost moaned.
The way Duo called his name sent him into auto drive. His body shut down his brain momentarily and took control completely. Duo's neck pulled him forward like a magnet, there it was crying out to be sucked, and Heero wanted to answer it's pleas. Spreading his moist lips apart he bent his head over slightly and cradled the other side of Duo's head with his fingers fanned out to touch as many points as possible.
Duo closed his eyes already feeling the heat from his lips before they even touched. Anticipating the first encounter, a sigh slipped from Duo's quivering lips. But Heero never reached Duo's eager skin.
A sound of the door knob turning turned Heero's mind back on and he pulled away quickly. Duo spun around and looked hastily into Heero's eyes but they were now turned away from him and moving towards his lap top bag. Duo couldn't look away from Heero. What had just happened seemed so unbelievable.
For a second he wondered if he had day dreamed it all. Not even when Hilde rushed up to him and asked him a furry of questions about what happened after he left the club and if he was okay. Everything went by in a blurry haze as, he too, tried to figure what had happened that night.
Relena approached Heero and flung her arms around him tightly streams of tears falling from her eyes, "I was so worried!! When you disappeared from the club I thought the worst!! Milliardo told me everything!! You where so brave!!" She didn't let him go and kept squeezing him as if afraid he would disappear again.
"I'm fine, Relena," Heero said in his normal monotonous voice, the trace of passion erased from his voice.
'That's right,' Duo thought to him self as Hilde started the same 'shame on you' speech that Milliardo had already given him. 'Heero has Relena. He doesn't want me.'
"Duo, are you even listening?" Hilde knocked him on the skull lightly. "Hello? You could have been killed! You're lucky Heero was with you!"
"Yeah," and with out warning he stormed out of the room, the dress hanging around his waist and went into the hallway. Getting a few odd looks from the passer by's who couldn't really tell what Duo was between the ruined make-up and partially taken off dress, to his well sculpted chest lines. Ignoring them completely like always he banged on Quatre and Trowa's room.
"One second!" Quatre said in a rushed voice from behind the door. After one long minute he finally opened it up for Duo. "Hey, how was your night?"
"You didn't hear?" Duo walked into the room, which was the mirror opposite of his hotel room, and looked around expecting Trowa to be there. "Where's Trowa?"
"Ugh, I expect at the bar, if not, um, the lounge," Quatre said flustered and cleared a space off of the bed that was over flowing with note book paper. "But what didn't I hear? And why are you wearing a dress? Is that make-up?"
"Never mind that for right now…" Duo peeled over the closest of lose leafs and realized something was amiss. "Why didn't you go to the club tonight?"
"Well I-" Quatre started but looking into Duo's amethyst eyes he knew a lie couldn't fool him. As if someone dropped a ten ton boulder on his back, Quatre fell onto the bed bracing his heavy burden with his elbows upon his knees. "I don't know what it is… I just can't write anything good… Look at this shit!"
Duo jumped more from the curse coming from the innocent's lips, than Quatre throwing a heavy spiral note book in his general direction. "Everyone goes through a mental block…" Duo said finally after reading several random pages. Quatre was correct in calling it shit. But Duo knew better than to discourage him. "The tour is putting a strain on us all."
"No! I haven't written anything good even before we went on tour! It's just…" Quatre couldn't put his finger on what he was trying to explain and left the sentence dangling in mid-air. "I'm completely spent. My creativity is gone."
"Well don't try and force it, Quat. You won't get any where with your art if you do that," Duo shuffled through the other pieces of papers to try and find at least one diamond to show Quatre and prove he was just imagining it.
"Don't you think I tried that approach?" he threw his hand out wards and pointed off at an imaginary object. "And nothing came. Nothing!" Turning his head upwards he looked at Duo with disappointed eyes. "I can't write Duo. I can't. Now when I'm like this…"
Tilting his head to the side Duo leaned forward, "Like what?"
"Happy."
"Happy?"
Quatre shook his head, "I do better work when I'm depressed. I'm happy Duo. I can't write. All I come up with is cutesy bubbly stuff," he pointed to the paper currently in Duo's hands.
"Well… I'm not going to say this isn't… cutesy. But at least it's good. It's not our niche but… It's good," he shrugged and put the paper down where he had found it. "Maybe you can sell it. I'm sure someone Milliardo is producing someone who sings this style."
"But what about us?" Quatre said to him still worried. Duo just didn't seem to understand what he was so concerned about. "Who will write for us?"
Duo sighed. Quatre just didn't seem to understand that it wasn't the end of the world. "We can always buy lyrics. And we don't need to be worried about writing songs just yet."
"We can't just <I>buy</I> lyrics. Well, we can but-It wouldn't be us. We get rave reviews because we are 100 percent genuine us. We do all the work." Quatre pleaded trying to get Duo to see the bigger picture.
"We don't do all the work. We don't mix our records. We don't physically make the albums. We don't market the-"
"You know what. I don't know why I even bother right now. I don't want to pull you down. Stay on your perfect high. But when things start crashing down around you, don't say I didn't warn you!"
Duo was going to get no where in consoling Quatre. Knowing he was defeated he threw in the towel and stood up to leave. Just as he exited the room he stopped and turned around. "Oh by the way. What happened tonight, well, I was nearly rapped and killed in a darkened ally by two large armed men. Yeah. My life is perfect."
Part 9/?
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4 Rx1 5xS
Yaoi
PG-13
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else's creation and have formed my own story around them. Don't sue me, I have no money!! I am a starving artist and am trying desperately to find a job for food and rent. I also didn't write these songs. I'm not a poet, never will be. But, I love music and good lyrics, so all of those I have in my fic are good songs by good bands/people. At least I think they are *^_^*
Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, slash, what ever you want to call it. It is also going to be explicit, but not in this part. There is *plot* in this story!!
Authors Note: Well I finally got around to writing another chapter. And again I'm completely sorry for the delay. I moved four different times in the past two months and I haven't really had much time to sit down and write, what with trying to find a job and pack and un-pack. You don't know how much I appriciate everyone's support! Thank you all so much!! So keep: Reading, *replying*, and ENJOYING!!
______________________
"Don't ever do that again you two," Milliardo said for the seventh time that night. "I can't believe how irrational you both where! Especially you, Heero!" he had started to lower his voice again to the low raspy tone of a father disappointed and ashamed of his sons. "And I thought you where the smart one!"
"Hey!"
"Don't you start Maxwell! I want complete silence from you. I'm tempted to finish what the muggers started," that comment reminded Milliardo of the danger they both where in and set him off again. "What where you thinking?! You could have been killed or kidnapped or raped! I just can't imagine what kind of drugs you both where on to pull a stunt like, 'take a walk'. What the hell?!"
Milliardo sat down and put his head in his hands as he sighed a deep sigh trying to cool off. "I hope you both learned your lesson. Next time at least let someone know where you are going. Just promise me that," he looked up at Heero and Duo who where sitting on the edge of the hotel bed.
"We promise, father…" Duo said light heartedly trying to get him to relax a little. They both where okay and unscathed. And they both had definitely learned the lesson of the day, 'Don't ever let Duo lead a tour guide'.
Heero nodded his head slightly but kept his silence. He hadn't said anything since they got into the cab and made the police report. Duo assumed he was in shock of killing someone and putting another in critical condition. He didn't want to bring this up while Milliardo was in their presence but he wanted to know why Heero would have a convenient hidden knife in his boot. Duo had noticed it after Heero cleaned it off on his pant legs then quickly slipped it into it's hiding spot, not realizing Duo saw.
"All right then. You both need your sleep for tomorrow. If you have trouble I can order up some sleeping pills. Let me know if you two need anything," and with that Milliardo stood up still wringing his hands and making deep sighs as he walked out of the room.
They sat there next to each other in complete silence. Neither knew what exactly to say. For once Duo thought before he spoke and decided to hold off on questioning him for the night.
"So I was thinking," he said instead. "Why don't we go out the next time we have free time. I mean-not like a date going out, but to hang out. Since our conversation was cut off so suddenly before."
Heero slowly looked over at Duo trying to read his thoughts. But Duo's nervousness over powered any other emotion behind his smiling face. "We can talk now."
"Well, yeah, we can," Duo wrapped his hand behind his head and chuckled to him self silently. "So… I can't remember what we where talking about before so, I'll start a new topic."
Heero shrugged as he got up from the bed. "Doesn't matter," he said in a tone that really meant he didn't care what he talked about, as long as he was talking. But as he walked to the bathroom Duo read something completely different.
"Well… I understand. Doesn't matter to me either…" he muttered as he too stood up to get out of the dress. Walking over to the mirror he looked at his reflection once more. What he saw was a truthful lie. Staring back at him was what he wanted to be, what he was, what he wasn't, what he couldn't be.
There had been a huge war going on in his mind since he found out what sexuality really was. He was raised and believed in the way of the cloth. Homosexuality was completely against the way of God. For years he had fought against his true desires. He had tried to live a life a good Christian was suppose to live. He even became engaged to Hilde, all in a vain attempt to be righteous.
It was Solo who let him see he wasn't evil. Solo had very controversial beliefs and was a few times struck down by oppressors who thought he was the Devil incarnate.
<I>"God is omnipotent right? So if he doesn't want something to happen he won't let it happen. So by saying, 'you are going against what God wants', you are saying God isn't doing his job. You are saying we have to be the police for God and decide what is right and wrong. We have to punish because God can't. I think all that's bull crap. 'Let he who be with out sin cast the first stone.'"</I>
Solo was always very truthful about what he thought and felt. He came right out and told Duo he was drop dead gorgeous and had wanted nothing but to get him in bed the first night they met.
Duo chuckled to him self as he rubbed the make-up off his face, he knew that side of Solo had rubbed off on him along with other finer qualities.
"You okay?" Heero said from behind Duo startling him slightly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Can you help me with this thing? I can't get it untied," Duo lied as he held his braid up exposing his sleek back.
With out hesitation Heero reached up and accidentally brushed along Duo's spine with his fingers till they found the knot. Duo tilted his head to the side exposing his neck which was faintly lined by the vanity's dim lights. Acting like the knot was difficult, Heero leaned forward to get a closer look, his breath spilling over Duo's skin sending shivers through his body and down to his groin. Knowing he couldn't postpone the completion of the task any further Heero finally untied the bow.
"There…" Heero softly whispered close to Duo's ear sending an even stronger sensation through his body.
"Thank you," Neither dared move. They stood transfixed in the moment.
Duo had never realized before how much he desired the man behind him. His soft boyish features almost pressed against his figure made him realize what he wanted. What he needed. "Heero…" he almost moaned.
The way Duo called his name sent him into auto drive. His body shut down his brain momentarily and took control completely. Duo's neck pulled him forward like a magnet, there it was crying out to be sucked, and Heero wanted to answer it's pleas. Spreading his moist lips apart he bent his head over slightly and cradled the other side of Duo's head with his fingers fanned out to touch as many points as possible.
Duo closed his eyes already feeling the heat from his lips before they even touched. Anticipating the first encounter, a sigh slipped from Duo's quivering lips. But Heero never reached Duo's eager skin.
A sound of the door knob turning turned Heero's mind back on and he pulled away quickly. Duo spun around and looked hastily into Heero's eyes but they were now turned away from him and moving towards his lap top bag. Duo couldn't look away from Heero. What had just happened seemed so unbelievable.
For a second he wondered if he had day dreamed it all. Not even when Hilde rushed up to him and asked him a furry of questions about what happened after he left the club and if he was okay. Everything went by in a blurry haze as, he too, tried to figure what had happened that night.
Relena approached Heero and flung her arms around him tightly streams of tears falling from her eyes, "I was so worried!! When you disappeared from the club I thought the worst!! Milliardo told me everything!! You where so brave!!" She didn't let him go and kept squeezing him as if afraid he would disappear again.
"I'm fine, Relena," Heero said in his normal monotonous voice, the trace of passion erased from his voice.
'That's right,' Duo thought to him self as Hilde started the same 'shame on you' speech that Milliardo had already given him. 'Heero has Relena. He doesn't want me.'
"Duo, are you even listening?" Hilde knocked him on the skull lightly. "Hello? You could have been killed! You're lucky Heero was with you!"
"Yeah," and with out warning he stormed out of the room, the dress hanging around his waist and went into the hallway. Getting a few odd looks from the passer by's who couldn't really tell what Duo was between the ruined make-up and partially taken off dress, to his well sculpted chest lines. Ignoring them completely like always he banged on Quatre and Trowa's room.
"One second!" Quatre said in a rushed voice from behind the door. After one long minute he finally opened it up for Duo. "Hey, how was your night?"
"You didn't hear?" Duo walked into the room, which was the mirror opposite of his hotel room, and looked around expecting Trowa to be there. "Where's Trowa?"
"Ugh, I expect at the bar, if not, um, the lounge," Quatre said flustered and cleared a space off of the bed that was over flowing with note book paper. "But what didn't I hear? And why are you wearing a dress? Is that make-up?"
"Never mind that for right now…" Duo peeled over the closest of lose leafs and realized something was amiss. "Why didn't you go to the club tonight?"
"Well I-" Quatre started but looking into Duo's amethyst eyes he knew a lie couldn't fool him. As if someone dropped a ten ton boulder on his back, Quatre fell onto the bed bracing his heavy burden with his elbows upon his knees. "I don't know what it is… I just can't write anything good… Look at this shit!"
Duo jumped more from the curse coming from the innocent's lips, than Quatre throwing a heavy spiral note book in his general direction. "Everyone goes through a mental block…" Duo said finally after reading several random pages. Quatre was correct in calling it shit. But Duo knew better than to discourage him. "The tour is putting a strain on us all."
"No! I haven't written anything good even before we went on tour! It's just…" Quatre couldn't put his finger on what he was trying to explain and left the sentence dangling in mid-air. "I'm completely spent. My creativity is gone."
"Well don't try and force it, Quat. You won't get any where with your art if you do that," Duo shuffled through the other pieces of papers to try and find at least one diamond to show Quatre and prove he was just imagining it.
"Don't you think I tried that approach?" he threw his hand out wards and pointed off at an imaginary object. "And nothing came. Nothing!" Turning his head upwards he looked at Duo with disappointed eyes. "I can't write Duo. I can't. Now when I'm like this…"
Tilting his head to the side Duo leaned forward, "Like what?"
"Happy."
"Happy?"
Quatre shook his head, "I do better work when I'm depressed. I'm happy Duo. I can't write. All I come up with is cutesy bubbly stuff," he pointed to the paper currently in Duo's hands.
"Well… I'm not going to say this isn't… cutesy. But at least it's good. It's not our niche but… It's good," he shrugged and put the paper down where he had found it. "Maybe you can sell it. I'm sure someone Milliardo is producing someone who sings this style."
"But what about us?" Quatre said to him still worried. Duo just didn't seem to understand what he was so concerned about. "Who will write for us?"
Duo sighed. Quatre just didn't seem to understand that it wasn't the end of the world. "We can always buy lyrics. And we don't need to be worried about writing songs just yet."
"We can't just <I>buy</I> lyrics. Well, we can but-It wouldn't be us. We get rave reviews because we are 100 percent genuine us. We do all the work." Quatre pleaded trying to get Duo to see the bigger picture.
"We don't do all the work. We don't mix our records. We don't physically make the albums. We don't market the-"
"You know what. I don't know why I even bother right now. I don't want to pull you down. Stay on your perfect high. But when things start crashing down around you, don't say I didn't warn you!"
Duo was going to get no where in consoling Quatre. Knowing he was defeated he threw in the towel and stood up to leave. Just as he exited the room he stopped and turned around. "Oh by the way. What happened tonight, well, I was nearly rapped and killed in a darkened ally by two large armed men. Yeah. My life is perfect."