Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Captured in Charcoal ❯ Chapter 4
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By: Koko Kitty 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.31.2002 | Updated On: 06.10.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.31.2002 | Updated On: 06.10.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Not mine unfortunately. Not making any money from writing this and I claim no
ownership to anything but the fic. ^_^
Title: Captured in Charcoal (part 4)
Author: KK (kokokitty@btopenworld.com)
Archive: Ask and you will most likely receive. ^^
Category: AU... thingy. ^^;
Pairings: 1+2+1
Rating: Umm… not much for this part alone, but I thiiiink they're be eventual lemon.
Warnings: Shonen-ai implications, ooc? Pwp?
Feedback: Yes, please! =^-^=
Captured in Charcoal (Part 4)
A GW fanfic by Koko Kitty
Heero leant his head in his palm wearily. Surely it was wrong for a guy to think the sugary
thoughts that he was thinking of? He couldn't help it though. Everyday language just didn't do
justice for how he felt about Duo, and he was forced to think poetic thoughts to come close to
describing the longhaired boy. He had no idea what it was that made him so attracted to him. The
feeling made him uncomfortable; Duo's mere presence in a room would have him glancing down
self-consciously to see what he looked like. His heart would hammer away, his breath catching
with lack of oxygen when he forgot to breathe.
An hour.
A whole sixty minutes before he was due to set off for his life drawing class. It felt like it was taking
years for one single hour to pass. He was currently sat in a class at school, listening to the teacher
drone on. His slender fingers twirled a pencil absently on the table, sending the object in dizzying
circles atop of the smooth surface. He used to hate Tuesdays; he had a full day of school then a
meek half an hour before he had to rush off to college. Now though, his stomach would flitter with
anticipation throughout the day until it was time for his class. Anticipation for the possibility he
would see Duo. He pouted slightly. What if Duo already had someone? That was usually the
case with the perfect ones - they were already taken. Or they weren't into men. How depressing…
Where was his fascination with Duo supposed to go anyway? Like Duo was gonna let him sweep
him off his feet in class and declare that they would live happily ever after? He laughed bitterly to
himself before banging his head on the table. He could always dream…
_____________________________________________________ ___________
It wasn't him. Heero had paused in the middle of ripping some masking tape when he saw the
model emerge. It wasn't Duo. He sighed to himself, disappointed. He was a fool to think that Duo
would be their model every week. Maybe he could actually learn something this week rather than
spend the two hours daydreaming as he drew the gorgeous boy.
"Ok, this week we're going to concentrate on observing how people differ with age. You're gonna
have to move about so that you can all see clearly. I want everyone to spend the whole of the first
hour doing a portrait of the model. I want you all to *look*, with attention to detail. I want some
really good quality stuff, ok? Right! Off you go then! Just pencil sketches this week, please."
/Hn./
Heero eyed the model as smoothed the last piece of masking tape in the last corner of his paper.
He didn't have to move as he was positioned more or less directly in front of the model. Today's
model was one they had used often. Of average age and a good candidate for the task at hand.
Clothed casually and seated in a chair, the man closed his eyes and relaxed in a stationary
position for the long sitting ahead.
Heero picked out a soft pencil before eyeing his huge sheet of paper. He didn't find the idea of
drawing a humongous head very appealing and marked his paper into two halves before starting.
He checked the man's face shape before leaning forward to lightly sketch a slightly narrowed oval
onto his paper. His face was quite long. Checking that the standard guidelines applied to the
model, he proceeded to mark them in when he decided that they did. Sketchy lines then described
the eyes, nose and mouth. Heero marked the boundaries between where the man's ears were,
before roughly marking out where the man's hair was. Quickly marking in the neck and shoulders,
Heero tossed aside the hair that was falling into his eyes before he leant back. He smirked when
he saw that he'd filled the half of the page perfectly before he proceeded to get his head down for
some concentrated, precision drawing.
____________________________________________________________
"Right! 15minutes break then!"
Heero glanced up at the teacher. /Already? / He glanced down at his page and smiled to himself.
It was pretty good actually. Heh… He wasn't 100% finished though and as usual, didn't move from
his seat when break was announced. Though people at his school attended this class, he didn't
really talk to the ones that came to his class nor hang around with them when they went off for
break in this class. He sat, again almost alone in the room, finishing off the drawing.
He heard the door open and close a few times as people flitted in and out of the room. He chose
to ignore it as he concentrated on softening the shading he had just put down. It was a bit harsh
against the detailed, fine sketch. He looked at the pad of his finger amusedly. It seemed he could
never leave this class without some sort of material from dirtying him. His fingertip was silvery with
lead and glinted in the light. He absently rubbed it against his thumb as he poked about for a
slightly softer pencil for the small bits of heavier shading to be added.
He heard the door go again when he found the implement he was looking for. He casually glanced
towards the direction of the door, restraining himself from falling off his seat in fright when amused
violet eyes filled his view to the immediate right. The pencil he had just found was flung a short
distance away when Heero's arm, along with his body, had jumped up with shock. His breathing
sped up for a moment.
"Geez… you scared me."
Duo seemed amused as he picked up Heero's pencil, handing it back to him.
"Sorry." A smile, bordering laugh, lit up those gorgeous features.
Where on earth had Duo come from?? And how long had he being peering over his shoulder,
watching? Heero awkwardly dabbled about with the drawing. Duo's analysing presence so close
to him made him uncomfortable now he knew he was there. He put his pencil down and stood up,
brushing his shoulder against Duo's as he climbed off the bench. He stiffly walked to the sink,
turning on the tap and scrubbing at the dirty pad of his finger. He heard movement behind him,
and instinctively knew that the longhaired gorgeous guy was sauntering towards him. He could
feel eyes tracing over him - it unnerved him slightly. He was correct - Duo turned round to lean
against the sink as Heero continued to wash his hands.
"You're so good at drawing people."
Heero glanced sideways at him. "Thank you."
Duo smiled, watching the messy-haired Heero trying to wash his hands clean.
"They never have any soap here…"
Duo laughed lightly, "I know. I find it really annoying when I have class here." He smiled.
Heero reached for a paper towel as he looked at Duo, interestedly. "You're a student here?"
"Mm-hmm! Though I'm not always in this building for my lessons."
Heero quickly thought of something to keep the conversation up. This was nice.
"Not all the models are students here are they?"
"Umm… I don't think so. Some are though. Easy way of getting some extra money."
They both smiled at one another before relaxing into a comfortable silence. Heero pretended to
continue drying his hands, not knowing what else to do. He didn't want to move away from Duo,
enjoying being in his company despite the acrobatics that his stomach was doing inside him. He
chose to stay quiet.
"What about you then? What do you do?"
Heero blinked. "Me?"
"Yeah…" An amused sparkle seemed to laugh at him in Duo's beautiful eyes.
/Duhh! Who else is he talking to? / Heero hit himself internally. Hard.
"I'm a student. My teacher thought it'd be good experience for our art class to attend these classes
though, so that's why I'm here."
Duo nodded, confirming that he'd listened. He laughed suddenly.
"Lemme guess, frantically trying to get all your art coursework done on time?"
Heero smiled. "Yeah. But I'm doing portraiture as my main topic, and it's hard to find models." He
pulled a face, "I don't particularly want to ask anyone in school to do it neither. Makes my
coursework a bit difficult, so the life drawing helps quite a bit."
A casual shrug. "I could model for you."
"…" He looked at Duo, disbelieving. Was he kidding?
"… You already do."
"Not here. I know how hard it is to find willing people…"
"You kidding?"
He laughed and then shrugged. "If it'd help you, I wouldn't mind."
Heero quirked his mouth a little. "I won't be able to pay you! I'm a poor college student."
He was pushed into shock, his mind somewhere in the middle of blank and bustling with questions
at Duo's next comment. The bluey violet eyes looked directly into his own, a playful smirk on Duo's
perfect lips.
"You'll have to repay me some other way then."
A playful wink, and he was gone.
____________________________________________________________ ____
TBC
~KK
31/03/2002
My thanks go to everyone that has replied to this fic so far. Your comments are very encouraging
and I deeply appreciate them all. *huggle huggle*
ownership to anything but the fic. ^_^
Title: Captured in Charcoal (part 4)
Author: KK (kokokitty@btopenworld.com)
Archive: Ask and you will most likely receive. ^^
Category: AU... thingy. ^^;
Pairings: 1+2+1
Rating: Umm… not much for this part alone, but I thiiiink they're be eventual lemon.
Warnings: Shonen-ai implications, ooc? Pwp?
Feedback: Yes, please! =^-^=
Captured in Charcoal (Part 4)
A GW fanfic by Koko Kitty
Heero leant his head in his palm wearily. Surely it was wrong for a guy to think the sugary
thoughts that he was thinking of? He couldn't help it though. Everyday language just didn't do
justice for how he felt about Duo, and he was forced to think poetic thoughts to come close to
describing the longhaired boy. He had no idea what it was that made him so attracted to him. The
feeling made him uncomfortable; Duo's mere presence in a room would have him glancing down
self-consciously to see what he looked like. His heart would hammer away, his breath catching
with lack of oxygen when he forgot to breathe.
An hour.
A whole sixty minutes before he was due to set off for his life drawing class. It felt like it was taking
years for one single hour to pass. He was currently sat in a class at school, listening to the teacher
drone on. His slender fingers twirled a pencil absently on the table, sending the object in dizzying
circles atop of the smooth surface. He used to hate Tuesdays; he had a full day of school then a
meek half an hour before he had to rush off to college. Now though, his stomach would flitter with
anticipation throughout the day until it was time for his class. Anticipation for the possibility he
would see Duo. He pouted slightly. What if Duo already had someone? That was usually the
case with the perfect ones - they were already taken. Or they weren't into men. How depressing…
Where was his fascination with Duo supposed to go anyway? Like Duo was gonna let him sweep
him off his feet in class and declare that they would live happily ever after? He laughed bitterly to
himself before banging his head on the table. He could always dream…
_____________________________________________________ ___________
It wasn't him. Heero had paused in the middle of ripping some masking tape when he saw the
model emerge. It wasn't Duo. He sighed to himself, disappointed. He was a fool to think that Duo
would be their model every week. Maybe he could actually learn something this week rather than
spend the two hours daydreaming as he drew the gorgeous boy.
"Ok, this week we're going to concentrate on observing how people differ with age. You're gonna
have to move about so that you can all see clearly. I want everyone to spend the whole of the first
hour doing a portrait of the model. I want you all to *look*, with attention to detail. I want some
really good quality stuff, ok? Right! Off you go then! Just pencil sketches this week, please."
/Hn./
Heero eyed the model as smoothed the last piece of masking tape in the last corner of his paper.
He didn't have to move as he was positioned more or less directly in front of the model. Today's
model was one they had used often. Of average age and a good candidate for the task at hand.
Clothed casually and seated in a chair, the man closed his eyes and relaxed in a stationary
position for the long sitting ahead.
Heero picked out a soft pencil before eyeing his huge sheet of paper. He didn't find the idea of
drawing a humongous head very appealing and marked his paper into two halves before starting.
He checked the man's face shape before leaning forward to lightly sketch a slightly narrowed oval
onto his paper. His face was quite long. Checking that the standard guidelines applied to the
model, he proceeded to mark them in when he decided that they did. Sketchy lines then described
the eyes, nose and mouth. Heero marked the boundaries between where the man's ears were,
before roughly marking out where the man's hair was. Quickly marking in the neck and shoulders,
Heero tossed aside the hair that was falling into his eyes before he leant back. He smirked when
he saw that he'd filled the half of the page perfectly before he proceeded to get his head down for
some concentrated, precision drawing.
____________________________________________________________
"Right! 15minutes break then!"
Heero glanced up at the teacher. /Already? / He glanced down at his page and smiled to himself.
It was pretty good actually. Heh… He wasn't 100% finished though and as usual, didn't move from
his seat when break was announced. Though people at his school attended this class, he didn't
really talk to the ones that came to his class nor hang around with them when they went off for
break in this class. He sat, again almost alone in the room, finishing off the drawing.
He heard the door open and close a few times as people flitted in and out of the room. He chose
to ignore it as he concentrated on softening the shading he had just put down. It was a bit harsh
against the detailed, fine sketch. He looked at the pad of his finger amusedly. It seemed he could
never leave this class without some sort of material from dirtying him. His fingertip was silvery with
lead and glinted in the light. He absently rubbed it against his thumb as he poked about for a
slightly softer pencil for the small bits of heavier shading to be added.
He heard the door go again when he found the implement he was looking for. He casually glanced
towards the direction of the door, restraining himself from falling off his seat in fright when amused
violet eyes filled his view to the immediate right. The pencil he had just found was flung a short
distance away when Heero's arm, along with his body, had jumped up with shock. His breathing
sped up for a moment.
"Geez… you scared me."
Duo seemed amused as he picked up Heero's pencil, handing it back to him.
"Sorry." A smile, bordering laugh, lit up those gorgeous features.
Where on earth had Duo come from?? And how long had he being peering over his shoulder,
watching? Heero awkwardly dabbled about with the drawing. Duo's analysing presence so close
to him made him uncomfortable now he knew he was there. He put his pencil down and stood up,
brushing his shoulder against Duo's as he climbed off the bench. He stiffly walked to the sink,
turning on the tap and scrubbing at the dirty pad of his finger. He heard movement behind him,
and instinctively knew that the longhaired gorgeous guy was sauntering towards him. He could
feel eyes tracing over him - it unnerved him slightly. He was correct - Duo turned round to lean
against the sink as Heero continued to wash his hands.
"You're so good at drawing people."
Heero glanced sideways at him. "Thank you."
Duo smiled, watching the messy-haired Heero trying to wash his hands clean.
"They never have any soap here…"
Duo laughed lightly, "I know. I find it really annoying when I have class here." He smiled.
Heero reached for a paper towel as he looked at Duo, interestedly. "You're a student here?"
"Mm-hmm! Though I'm not always in this building for my lessons."
Heero quickly thought of something to keep the conversation up. This was nice.
"Not all the models are students here are they?"
"Umm… I don't think so. Some are though. Easy way of getting some extra money."
They both smiled at one another before relaxing into a comfortable silence. Heero pretended to
continue drying his hands, not knowing what else to do. He didn't want to move away from Duo,
enjoying being in his company despite the acrobatics that his stomach was doing inside him. He
chose to stay quiet.
"What about you then? What do you do?"
Heero blinked. "Me?"
"Yeah…" An amused sparkle seemed to laugh at him in Duo's beautiful eyes.
/Duhh! Who else is he talking to? / Heero hit himself internally. Hard.
"I'm a student. My teacher thought it'd be good experience for our art class to attend these classes
though, so that's why I'm here."
Duo nodded, confirming that he'd listened. He laughed suddenly.
"Lemme guess, frantically trying to get all your art coursework done on time?"
Heero smiled. "Yeah. But I'm doing portraiture as my main topic, and it's hard to find models." He
pulled a face, "I don't particularly want to ask anyone in school to do it neither. Makes my
coursework a bit difficult, so the life drawing helps quite a bit."
A casual shrug. "I could model for you."
"…" He looked at Duo, disbelieving. Was he kidding?
"… You already do."
"Not here. I know how hard it is to find willing people…"
"You kidding?"
He laughed and then shrugged. "If it'd help you, I wouldn't mind."
Heero quirked his mouth a little. "I won't be able to pay you! I'm a poor college student."
He was pushed into shock, his mind somewhere in the middle of blank and bustling with questions
at Duo's next comment. The bluey violet eyes looked directly into his own, a playful smirk on Duo's
perfect lips.
"You'll have to repay me some other way then."
A playful wink, and he was gone.
____________________________________________________________ ____
TBC
~KK
31/03/2002
My thanks go to everyone that has replied to this fic so far. Your comments are very encouraging
and I deeply appreciate them all. *huggle huggle*