Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

 

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A small sigh escaped into the silent air of the humongous office; easily two floors high and larger that any regular apartment, one could not help think why only one person occupied it.

 

Then again, reconsidering the facts as to exactly who owned it, one could not help but think: why isn't it larger?

 

As mentioned earlier, it was two floors high; but standing on the top floor of one of the tallest skyscrapers in Japan posed no discomfort for the other sixty floors. Inside, one could easily locate a sunken sitting area, furnished with black leather sofas, an irregular, but stylish, coffee table and a white chaise lounge. To the right of the sitting area was a mini-bar, fully loaded with possibly any liquor you could think of.

 

Just a few steps to the left of the sitting area was the bathroom, complete with shower, bathtub, plasma screen TV and a telephone; plus, a closet stocked with extra suits and shoes. As you further progress into the office, at the very back, near the ceiling-to-floor length windows, was the semi-circular, elegant mahogany table complete with a high-back, leather swivel chair. At both ends of the windows were about four bookshelves piled with every kind of business book available on the market.

 

This was a perfectly wonderful place to entertain guests or simply relax, even in the midst of work. However, there we no guests to entertain, nor was there time to relax.

 

Another small sigh escaped into the room.

 

“Honestly, Master Quatre” Sally finally sighed, rolling her eyes and striding over to the desk. Tired aquamarine orbs gazed up at her, silently imploring her to whisk him away from his office. However tempted she was, she knew she wasn't supposed to. Sally sighed. “No wonder you're so anemic. One of its leading causes is stress you know” she told him. Quatre snorted softly. As if he didn't know that. “Master Quatre, you're too young for this, honestly. And, I know I shouldn't be doing this, but, as your doctor, it is my job to keep you healthy. If a little R and R is what it's going to take, then a little R and R it is.”

 

“What are you talking about, Sally?” Quatre asked tiredly. Sally rolled her eyes and sat Quatre up straight.

 

“Master Quatre, promise me you'll finish your work this afternoon then tonight I'll take you clubbing with a friend of mine” she declared in a triumphant voice. Quatre perked up slightly, but then his demeanor fell again.

 

“Clubbing? I haven't done that in years. Plus Rashid probably won't allow me. I might get assassinated or something like that…” he sighed again.

 

“I also double as your bodyguard, remember?” Sally grinned, “Don't worry, I'll tell them you're on doctor's orders.”

 

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Quatre fidgeted nervously, quite unaccustomed to being out of a business suit. Sally had somehow managed to coax him out of his Armani and into something she dragged out of the dark recesses of his Armani x Gucci x CK clad closet.

 

He had on a simple pair of faded, black, really, really tight jeans (he did last use them three years ago in college after all) and a sky blue silk polo, with the top three buttons undone and was (miraculously) tucked into his jeans. A simple gold chain went around his neck and a pair of sky blue shades on his eyes.

 

His luxurious white-blond hair did attract unwanted attention, but thankfully, everyone was too busy to notice (and see through the shades) that he was the world's most sought after bachelor.

 

Sally stood behind him, her hands on his shoulders, to keep people from sneaking up behind them; also to protect Quatre from the notorious butt-pinchers and ass-slappers. He was one adorable piece of meat after all.

 

“Who are we waiting for, Sally?” he asked, tired of standing outside and ready to go home. He was starting to think it was a bad idea coming here. In a conference room, he could lull investors into a sense of false security and seduce them into drawing up a business deal without having to sacrifice anything from his side. In the presence of a royal family, he could handle himself impeccably and charm his way into their circle; he was often offered the hand of a princess for marriage. But in a downtown club, he felt like a ten-year old child, incapable of handling anyone, much less himself. Come to think of it, a ten-year old child would have done better.

 

“Po” a honey golden voice murmured from behind. Sally smiled, recognizing the voice even before seeing the person. They both turned around to see a young Chinese man, with loose jet black hair and startling black diamonds for eyes.

 

“Wufei! It's so nice to see you again” she smiled happily, flinging her arms around his neck and giving him a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

 

“Baka, onna” Wufei growled, shoving her off and wiping his cheek onto the sleeve of his shirt. Sally merely laughed heartily before their attention turned back to Quatre.

 

“Wufei Chang, I'd like you to meet my boss, Quatre Raberba Winner” she declared proudly, albeit in a hushed voice. In this kind of a place, she wouldn't dare risk saying the name of someone as high profile as Quatre. Wufei, though, she knew she could trust; even get some help to protect the President. Quatre held out his hand to shake. It took Wufei a few minutes, however, to acknowledge him. It was simply because he was stunned, first, of Quatre's status, second, of Quatre's looks.

 

“Err… nice to meet you… Mr. Chang…” Quatre started nervously.

 

“Wufei. Call me Wufei” he suggested, smiling slightly and shaking Quatre's hand enthusiastically. Then he politely turned to Sally. “I hope you two don't mind that I brought someone along with me? My baka housemate was complaining that he had absolutely nothing to do by himself back at the apartment and begged me to bring him along” he snorted. As if on cue, a small, lithe figure came barreling down on Wufei's back. He was slightly taller than Quatre and had long chestnut hair pulled back in a braid. Even more startling, though, was, when he stood up, he boasted a pair of startling amethyst eyes.

 

Quatre's jaw dropped.

 

It couldn't be… It shouldn't be…

 

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING HERE???

 

Wufei's housemate stood up and turned to Sally and Quatre, apparently about to introduce himself. But when he caught sight of Quatre, he did a double take. Wufei, meanwhile, groaned and picked himself up off the floor.

 

“You ass, Maxwell!!” he growled, ready to lunge. The desire was short-lived, though, when he noticed the looks of astonishment pasted on both faces of Quatre and his housemate, Duo Maxwell.

 

“What in fuck's sake…?” Duo whispered, jaw hanging slack.

 

“You… ahem… know each other?” Sally asked with a fake cough. Duo and Quatre merely ignored her.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” they demanded at the same time, with the same exact movements. Having said that, Quatre meeped and covered his mouth with both hands. Duo stood back triumphantly, with a smug smile on his face.

 

“I see God's darling angel hasn't changed one bit” he announced. Sally and Wufei were giving him strange looks. What the hell was he talking about? “Still pretending to be the innocent angel you aren't.”

 

“Shut up, Azazel!” Quatre yelled back. Duo smirked and grabbed his hand.

 

“Come on, Remy, we've got lots to talk about” he declared, dragging Quatre away.

 

“Hey wait!! I can't let Quatre out of my sight! Rashid's going to kill me!” Sally cried, making her way after the leaving pair. Wufei, however, sensed the need for privacy and pulled her back.

 

“Don't worry; we can call Duo up a bit later. Right now, I think they have private matters to discuss” he told her.

 

“But Quatre might-“ Wufei shut her up with a tug inside the club.

 

“Come tell me about this new love interest of yours…” he suggested diplomatically.

 

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Quatre grunted and wrenched his wrist out of Duo's grasp. They were a couple of blocks away from the club, not too far, but enough to send Quatre onto the edge of his seat. He stood his ground firmly and glared at the man in front of him, trying his best to look menacing.

 

Duo was about the same age as he was, twenty-three. He also had the same innocent expression, the same wide eyes and cherubic features, albeit a bit darker than the billionaire.

 

What you must know, however, is that Duo was neither innocent nor cherubic; quite the opposite, in fact. For, if Quatre's body was dominated by the angel Remliel, Duo's body was dominated by the fallen angel, a cherub, Azazel.

 

“Tell me what you're doing here, Az” Quatre demanded, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the braided man. Duo imitated his posture.

 

“If you must know, Remliel, I am on an important mission, assigned to me by his lordship himself, Lucifer” Duo shot back. Quatre looked around frantically, hoping that the passing populace didn't hear Duo's words. “What? Afraid that I might tarnish Quatre Raberba Winner's reputation with my words?” Duo taunted. Quatre returned to glaring at him then said:

 

“No, but I doubt you should be blabbing to the whole world your true nature.” Duo snorted then pulled Quatre into a dark alley. (Why are these always so conveniently placed?)

 

“So what do you propose, your high and mightiness?” he asked.

 

“Let's head somewhere where it's safe to rip out your guts” Quatre hissed. Duo frowned, but relented anyway. Two giant, leathery bat wings ripped out of his back and stretched its full size. It was Quatre's turn to frown. “We'll be spotted” he pointed out.

 

“By humans?!” Duo asked incredulously, “They never had the gall to look.” Quatre rolled his eyes, shrugged and followed suit. Two pairs of downy, elegant angel wings unfolded from behind him and stretched as well. It had been twenty-three years since he last used them.

 

Together, the two beings flapped their wings and took off, stirring the dust around them. Duo led them to a nearby apartment complex where, Quatre suspected, he and Wufei lived. He was right. They landed on the empty pavement, quickly hiding their wings, as Duo brought out his key. It took them moments to relocate themselves off the doorstep and into the apartment. Duo shut and locked the door behind him.

 

When he turned to speak, he found his lips engulfed in an over-zealous, fiery kiss. He would've laughed if only his mouth wasn't occupied with other things. Hands found their way over and under clothes. No sooner than they had entered the living room, did they find themselves exiting it and making their way into Duo's bedroom.

 

Duo wasted no time in ripping off Quatre's outfit, encountering a hard time in removing his pants. It eventually came off, giving him full view of the prize beneath.

 

“Damn, Remy, I missed this…” the devil grinned and dove for the angel's lips.

 

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