Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Artistic Developments ❯ Dorm Mates ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: momiji_sohma_gal 
Quatre meets his dorm mate...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 696 | Status: Completed
Quatre meets his dorm mate...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 696 | Status: Completed
Genre: romance/ hentai/ and probably angst (it always finds its way into stories, no matter what)
Rating: R (for safety reasons, and will probably stay. May be put into PG-13, but I highly doubt it)
Pairings: Some 2x1 but this story mainly focuses on 3x4
Feedback: Reviews are always welcome with warm embraces. Thankies! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundum Wing or it’s characters. I am only borrowing them for a bit, and will make them play to my tune for as long as I like. Thank you.
Warnings: This is a YOAI fic. In case if you’re a little slow on registering things, then it means man lovin’ man. So if you don’t like, then don’t read.
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Artistic Developments
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Quatre sucked on a lollipop as he nodded his head to the music his jukebox was emitting. He was in his new room with various cardboard boxes surrounding his new queen-sized bed. The only things he had bothered to unpack as of yet were his jukebox stereo, his pastel purple comforter, and his white sheets that had a butterfly pattern that currently covered the mattress. He hadn’t even made his bed yet, he had only thrown the sheets on the mattress to have something to lay on. The comforter lay disregarded on the beige carpet.
Quatre Winner, a seventeen year-old teenager, had just arrived at his dorm for his very first year of college. This college wasn’t just any college either. It was an art university, and Cat was very excited to begin his major in painting. He was also the first person to have arrived at his dorm.
The school had assigned dorm partners, and Quatre was somewhat nervous as to whom his would be. Thankfully, the dorm he had been assigned was arranged in a way that if he absolutely hated the guy, he could move his bed out to the main ‘living room’ as the dorm managers called it.
Each dorm room consisted of two rooms. There was the living room, which is the room you first encounter when you walk in the door. This is where students usually hang out with friends and such and is also where many decide to put the television and couches. The second room is where the students sleep and study, depending on where they decide to put their desks. The student can keep their desk in the bedroom, or relocate it into the livingroom. Also, the room came equipped with two queen-sized beds that can be moved anywhere throughout the dorm. All these decisions are based on preferences and also their room partner. Quatre was having a hard time, because he hadn’t met his yet and didn’t want to decide where anything was going until he had cleared it with the guy. Thus, his reason for not unpacking. He didn’t want to unpack and then find out he’d have to move everything around.
Sighing in frustration, Cat looked up at his stereo, which displayed the time, for the sixth time since arriving.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang (yes, the dorms have doorbells too) and Quatre was forced to get off the mattress to answer the door. A deliveryman was waiting in the hallway for him when he opened it, and Cat happily signed the paper on the clipboard. There were three large packages that were carried into the room before the men left.
After some consideration, Cat decided that these were the pieces of furniture he had ordered for the dorm. Crouching, Quatre began the tedious process of peeling the tape off the biggest one.
“I take it that you’re my dorm partner?”
Quatre jumped, to him what felt like a mile, but to the newcomer, only a few inches into the air. Turning, Cat laid his eyes for the first time on the man that he would have to share a dorm with for the next three years before he could get a single. Staring back at him was an average height, bright eyed young man. He had grown his light brown hair and wore it in a braid down to his knees, and he was laden with three book bags and a messenger bag. Behind him, two men were carrying countless boxes into the bedroom.
“Yeah,” Quatre replied after blinking a few times, “My name’s Quatre Winner. It’s a pleasure.”
“I’m Duo,” the braided man said energetically as he looked at the young blonde.
Quatre smiled pleasantly as he unfolded his plans for arranging the furniture.
Duo, who had curled up on Quatre’s bed, nodded along as he listened.
“I believe we should keep the desks and beds where they are, and put the new couch that I brought along with the T.V. in the living room. What do you think?” Quatre asked, a bit winded.
The braided boy sat in silence for a moment before saying, “I think that it’s too early to decide anything. I mean, let’s just leave everything the way it is until we’re settled and we know each other better.”
Quatre smiled broadly. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“What are dorm mates for?” Duo shrugged his shoulders as he threw his book bags onto the bed closest to the door.
“I hope you don’t mind that I took the bed next to the window,” Quatre gestured to the curtainless window.
“Nah,” Duo gave a face. “I like sunshine as much as the next guy, but I hate waking up with it in my face!”
“So, what’s your major?” Duo asked as he started digging his belongings out of his bags and throwing them all over the place.
Quatre looked up from the box he had brought into the bedroom. “Painting. You?”
“I’m doing a duel major. One in sculpture and the other in ceramics. Cool, huh?” replied Duo, who had started to put a poster of Darth Vader from Star Wars on the wall above his bed. He had just got the first tack in when he slipped and fell to the floor with a dull thud.
“Ah! Are you ok?” Quatre rushed to his aid.
Duo gave a wave of his hand and jumped back to his feet. “No problem. Happens all the time.”
Quatre sighed lightly. He believed it. Just seeing the way the guy had bounced right back up showed that he was used to it.
The boys continued to help each other organize their things and get settled in. It was one in the morning by the time they had finished arranging their bedroom, and they still had to finish the livingroom.
If you were to look into their now finished bedroom, you could clearly see their personalities in material form. Each boy had pushed their bed against opposite walls and decorated their sides accordingly.
Quatre’s bed was against the wall which harbored the window. The window sat roughly one or two feet above his bed, and had been decorated with deep purple curtains that barely brushed the bed sheets. Quatre’s bed had been made, including his pastel purple comforter and was now the home of a dozen or so stuffed animals and three small, lacy pillows not including his big puffy one that he slept on. His desk had been arranged to where it faced his bed and rested against the wall that concealed the walk-in closet. He had put down a soft, fuzzy pink rug in between his off-white desk and his bed. A couple of boxes sat under his desk, which contained desk supplies and his computer laptop.
Duo’s side of the bedroom was a strong contrast to that of Quatre’s. His bed was against the wall that held the door that led into the livingroom, and was dressed with all black sheets, including a thick black quilt that had been folded and placed at the foot of the bed. All the sheets and the pillow were worn, as if they had seen many years. Not a single stuffed animal rested on his bed. His desk was on the same wall as Quatre’s, and it held an old desktop computer and tower, as well as many binders, folders, and lose sheets of paper. Duo’s clothes were strewn across the floor, in which he was in the middle of, apparently trying to get them in some kind of order. A lone dresser that covered three quarters of the wall in height, sat in between the heads of the beds. The door of the closet was located next to Quatre’s desk, and it easily folded in itself to allow access.
Quatre entered said bedroom and immediately tripped over a black shoe and landed amid the clothes.
“Yowie![1] That hurt!” Quatre gasped out as he rubbed his head.
Duo, who had snickered at the sight of Quatre before, now let out loud yowls of laughter and was clutching his stomach.
“Duo! It’s not that funny!” Quatre said as he let off a small smile himself.
Soon, laughter could be heard from down the hall from two voices, one a deep long laugh, the other a soft giggle. Anybody listening would readily agree that it was a nice sound.
To Be Continued...
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[1]: Ok, I’m going to tell you to do something. Ok, ready? Say yowie out loud. Sound familiar? I know, how very corny of me, but I couldn’t resist! Anyway, Duo knew and understood what that word meant and that’s what caused him to laugh. Duo, unlike Cat, already knows he’s gay, but is single. Cat hasn’t yet found out his *ahem* preferences and doesn’t know the word.
Ok, so reviews would be greatly appreciated! They’re what make me keep writing, so if you want to keep reading, then a review from you couldn’t hurt. *bows* thank you for reading and please come again to read chapter two!
Rating: R (for safety reasons, and will probably stay. May be put into PG-13, but I highly doubt it)
Pairings: Some 2x1 but this story mainly focuses on 3x4
Feedback: Reviews are always welcome with warm embraces. Thankies! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundum Wing or it’s characters. I am only borrowing them for a bit, and will make them play to my tune for as long as I like. Thank you.
Warnings: This is a YOAI fic. In case if you’re a little slow on registering things, then it means man lovin’ man. So if you don’t like, then don’t read.
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Artistic Developments
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Quatre sucked on a lollipop as he nodded his head to the music his jukebox was emitting. He was in his new room with various cardboard boxes surrounding his new queen-sized bed. The only things he had bothered to unpack as of yet were his jukebox stereo, his pastel purple comforter, and his white sheets that had a butterfly pattern that currently covered the mattress. He hadn’t even made his bed yet, he had only thrown the sheets on the mattress to have something to lay on. The comforter lay disregarded on the beige carpet.
Quatre Winner, a seventeen year-old teenager, had just arrived at his dorm for his very first year of college. This college wasn’t just any college either. It was an art university, and Cat was very excited to begin his major in painting. He was also the first person to have arrived at his dorm.
The school had assigned dorm partners, and Quatre was somewhat nervous as to whom his would be. Thankfully, the dorm he had been assigned was arranged in a way that if he absolutely hated the guy, he could move his bed out to the main ‘living room’ as the dorm managers called it.
Each dorm room consisted of two rooms. There was the living room, which is the room you first encounter when you walk in the door. This is where students usually hang out with friends and such and is also where many decide to put the television and couches. The second room is where the students sleep and study, depending on where they decide to put their desks. The student can keep their desk in the bedroom, or relocate it into the livingroom. Also, the room came equipped with two queen-sized beds that can be moved anywhere throughout the dorm. All these decisions are based on preferences and also their room partner. Quatre was having a hard time, because he hadn’t met his yet and didn’t want to decide where anything was going until he had cleared it with the guy. Thus, his reason for not unpacking. He didn’t want to unpack and then find out he’d have to move everything around.
Sighing in frustration, Cat looked up at his stereo, which displayed the time, for the sixth time since arriving.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang (yes, the dorms have doorbells too) and Quatre was forced to get off the mattress to answer the door. A deliveryman was waiting in the hallway for him when he opened it, and Cat happily signed the paper on the clipboard. There were three large packages that were carried into the room before the men left.
After some consideration, Cat decided that these were the pieces of furniture he had ordered for the dorm. Crouching, Quatre began the tedious process of peeling the tape off the biggest one.
“I take it that you’re my dorm partner?”
Quatre jumped, to him what felt like a mile, but to the newcomer, only a few inches into the air. Turning, Cat laid his eyes for the first time on the man that he would have to share a dorm with for the next three years before he could get a single. Staring back at him was an average height, bright eyed young man. He had grown his light brown hair and wore it in a braid down to his knees, and he was laden with three book bags and a messenger bag. Behind him, two men were carrying countless boxes into the bedroom.
“Yeah,” Quatre replied after blinking a few times, “My name’s Quatre Winner. It’s a pleasure.”
“I’m Duo,” the braided man said energetically as he looked at the young blonde.
Quatre smiled pleasantly as he unfolded his plans for arranging the furniture.
Duo, who had curled up on Quatre’s bed, nodded along as he listened.
“I believe we should keep the desks and beds where they are, and put the new couch that I brought along with the T.V. in the living room. What do you think?” Quatre asked, a bit winded.
The braided boy sat in silence for a moment before saying, “I think that it’s too early to decide anything. I mean, let’s just leave everything the way it is until we’re settled and we know each other better.”
Quatre smiled broadly. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“What are dorm mates for?” Duo shrugged his shoulders as he threw his book bags onto the bed closest to the door.
“I hope you don’t mind that I took the bed next to the window,” Quatre gestured to the curtainless window.
“Nah,” Duo gave a face. “I like sunshine as much as the next guy, but I hate waking up with it in my face!”
“So, what’s your major?” Duo asked as he started digging his belongings out of his bags and throwing them all over the place.
Quatre looked up from the box he had brought into the bedroom. “Painting. You?”
“I’m doing a duel major. One in sculpture and the other in ceramics. Cool, huh?” replied Duo, who had started to put a poster of Darth Vader from Star Wars on the wall above his bed. He had just got the first tack in when he slipped and fell to the floor with a dull thud.
“Ah! Are you ok?” Quatre rushed to his aid.
Duo gave a wave of his hand and jumped back to his feet. “No problem. Happens all the time.”
Quatre sighed lightly. He believed it. Just seeing the way the guy had bounced right back up showed that he was used to it.
The boys continued to help each other organize their things and get settled in. It was one in the morning by the time they had finished arranging their bedroom, and they still had to finish the livingroom.
If you were to look into their now finished bedroom, you could clearly see their personalities in material form. Each boy had pushed their bed against opposite walls and decorated their sides accordingly.
Quatre’s bed was against the wall which harbored the window. The window sat roughly one or two feet above his bed, and had been decorated with deep purple curtains that barely brushed the bed sheets. Quatre’s bed had been made, including his pastel purple comforter and was now the home of a dozen or so stuffed animals and three small, lacy pillows not including his big puffy one that he slept on. His desk had been arranged to where it faced his bed and rested against the wall that concealed the walk-in closet. He had put down a soft, fuzzy pink rug in between his off-white desk and his bed. A couple of boxes sat under his desk, which contained desk supplies and his computer laptop.
Duo’s side of the bedroom was a strong contrast to that of Quatre’s. His bed was against the wall that held the door that led into the livingroom, and was dressed with all black sheets, including a thick black quilt that had been folded and placed at the foot of the bed. All the sheets and the pillow were worn, as if they had seen many years. Not a single stuffed animal rested on his bed. His desk was on the same wall as Quatre’s, and it held an old desktop computer and tower, as well as many binders, folders, and lose sheets of paper. Duo’s clothes were strewn across the floor, in which he was in the middle of, apparently trying to get them in some kind of order. A lone dresser that covered three quarters of the wall in height, sat in between the heads of the beds. The door of the closet was located next to Quatre’s desk, and it easily folded in itself to allow access.
Quatre entered said bedroom and immediately tripped over a black shoe and landed amid the clothes.
“Yowie![1] That hurt!” Quatre gasped out as he rubbed his head.
Duo, who had snickered at the sight of Quatre before, now let out loud yowls of laughter and was clutching his stomach.
“Duo! It’s not that funny!” Quatre said as he let off a small smile himself.
Soon, laughter could be heard from down the hall from two voices, one a deep long laugh, the other a soft giggle. Anybody listening would readily agree that it was a nice sound.
To Be Continued...
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[1]: Ok, I’m going to tell you to do something. Ok, ready? Say yowie out loud. Sound familiar? I know, how very corny of me, but I couldn’t resist! Anyway, Duo knew and understood what that word meant and that’s what caused him to laugh. Duo, unlike Cat, already knows he’s gay, but is single. Cat hasn’t yet found out his *ahem* preferences and doesn’t know the word.
Ok, so reviews would be greatly appreciated! They’re what make me keep writing, so if you want to keep reading, then a review from you couldn’t hurt. *bows* thank you for reading and please come again to read chapter two!