Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Cruel ❯ Going to the Club ( Chapter 1 )

Duo flips open his cd player, replaces the one in there with a heavy metal cd. Heeheee. Now, should anyone try to talk to him, he would have NO problem tuning them out.

Maxwell had no desire to be bugged by his fellow pilots. He'd much rather listen to his music whilst checking the computer in Deathscythe. They had just eliminated a large group of mobile dolls…there was well over a hundred of them. They somehow thoroughly decimated each and every one. And lived through it.

Quatre walks in, only to see Duo with his headphones on. Uh-oh. Now what? "Duo! HEY! C'MON!!! I don't HAVE all day and night, y'know!!!" Quatre yelled, knowing that Maxwell was deaf to his words.

So, he decided to march over there, and takeing one earbud out of Duo's ear, SCREAMED at him. "BAKA SHINIGAMI!!!! DID YOU EVEN HEAR A WORD OF WHAT I JUST SAID??!!"

Duo leapt a mile high. "WHOA!" he turned off his cd player, and put it down. "Q-man! What's eatin' ya?"

"Nobody right now, sadly." Winner replies, running his fingers through his light blonde hair. "Look, we're all going to that night club that we found the other day. You are coming. We all are." Duo blinks.

"Whoa…hold up there Quat…what club? I was here, remember? Unpacking my stuff and repairing Deathscythe?" He says, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, indicating to said Gundam. Quatre raised a platinum blonde eyebrow.

"And…?"

"Well…is it formal…?" Duo finished hopelessly. Quatre groaned. "Duo…no…it is NOT formal…why the hell would we go to a formal club?! We have to deal with too damn much formal shit as it is. Nice to get out somewhere where you can act however you want…and really be yourself, see? Now…take a shower and get changed. There's a lot of sexy men and women down there. Maybe the five of us can all get one of each for ourselves, and then get a room. And don't give me that stupid look, YES they have rooms for people who get to be in the mood…"

Duo grinned. "Sounds like lots of fun to be had." Trowa interrupted. He was showered and dressed, lookin' hot like he always does in that silent way of his. His body language doesn't even say much. He's a puzzle for any man or woman to figure out, that's for sure. But a rewarding puzzle, at that.

"I'll go get cleaned up…" Duo says, picking up his cd player, and trotting out of the hangar to his room. Quatre sighs.

"Any word from Howard, Trowa?" Quat asks. "Not to my knowledge." The jade-eyed pilot of Heavyarms answers. "Heero says that we'll be hearing from any of them at any given time though. So are you sure that this is a good idea?"

Quatre grumbled something nasty underneath his breath, but said nothing. Wufei came in, black hair pulled back somehow tighter and sleeker than usual. Quatre wondered if the Chinese pilot used mass amounts of hair gell. Soon, Duo and Heero walked in at the same time, all clean, and ready to roll.

"Well, are we ready?" Trowa asked. "Looks like it." Duo answers, glancing around as he finished wrapping a black tie around the end of his brown braid, and then stuffing his hands into his pockets. Heero reaches over and plays with the end of Duo's braid. Duo doesn't mind.

They all pile into one of Quatre's many cars, (a hot sports car. YEEAHH! Expensivvveeeee….ooooh lala…) and speed off towards the night club, laughing all the way. They need the break.

At the club, Yami, Seto, Bakura and Marik hung around in a dark corner, chatting, and eyeing each other's bodies. The four of them owned the place. And they have friends in high places.

A punk known a Yusuke Urameshi saunters over though the tangle of dancing bodies and drops a newspaper in front of the four of them. "News. Check it out." Was all he really said, as he dropped down in one of he seats at the table. Yusuke was one of their friends. And also, a spy and a bodyguard, in a way.

The picture on the front page of the newspaper caught their eyes. And the title made it even more interesting: MYSTERIOUS SIXTH GUNDAM SIGHTED

"Well well well." Seto half-murmured, half-chuckled. "What?" Bakura the Tomb Robber asks, curious. All manner of new technology was lost on the Egyptian spirit. "There was only five gundams. Then, there was a rumor circulating about a sixth Gundam, but there was no solid evidence to back it up. So the press has been digging for information about it ever since they heard. Would make big money off of a story about this new Gundam. And it isn't Epyon, either. So naturally, ever newspaper in the world would want to be the one to have turned out the first reliable article about it."

"Why didn't they say anything about it if they thought it was there then?" Yusuke asked. Seto rolled his eyes. "Please. Pay attention." Marik grumbled.

"Well Urameshi, like I said. They had some info on it, but the question at the time was whether ir not that information was truly reliable. So they weren't allowed to turn out any articles until they could back it up with some solid, believeable evidence. Do you comprehend?" Kaiba concluded.

"Yeah…I'm just tired…" Yusuke mumbled. Yami laughed. "Then go to bed. Really."

Yusuke grumbled something nearly unintelligible, but they heard, " My mind is tired, but other than that, I'm wide awake. My eyes won't close…!"

Marik fingered the Millenium Rod lovingly, ready to unsheathe from it the dagger. "I bet that I could help you with that…" he offered sweetly. Yusuke's head snapped up. "Sorry….but I have a girlfriend." He answers, knowing the thought that went through Marik's mind. Which reminded him that he promised to take her to the movies on Sunday night.

Meanwhile, the Gundam boys had parked in the parking lot at the same time a woman came screeching in on a sexy motorcycle.

They where getting out of the car in a second later. She was just taking a lap around the parking lot, easily weaving in and out of the cars that where closely parked together, finally, coming to a stop about a few spots away from them, not noticing them. The guys walked casually by, pretending like they where NOT interested in her. She takes off her helmet, fixes her hair, and looks at them as they walk by. She snickered a little evilly. From what she saw of them now so far…she likes what she sees.

The boys went in the door of the club called, "The Realm."