Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Enemies, or? ❯ Part 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its character. I'm just abusing their names and characters a bit. ~_^

Author's Notes: I hope you've all realized that not much about "Enemies, or?" is serious, ok? Because I hope you don't expect any angsty get-together stories or anything like that . . . This story is labelled humour. Like in laughs and joking. >_< Or to satisfy the evil writer.

Oh, yeah, I wouldn't say Hilde cheated since no rules were ever mentioned for their bet. ~_^

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Enemies, or? - Part 10 by Maaya

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Duo stared.

And stared.

And stared.

And to change the pattern a bit, he turned his head to the left and stared at Quatre, who stared back in pretty much the same manner, eyes wide. As on cue, their eye-contact broke and they turned to stare ahead again.

Hilde wiped some tears away from her face and continued to laugh uncontrollably. When she managed to calm down enough not to shake anymore, she leaned forwards towards her two friends, resting her elbows on jeans-clad knees and a grin still in place.

As on another cue, both boys dropped their heads into their respective waiting hands.

"I just can't believe it." Duo groaned aloud.

"Why me?" Quatre wondered.

"Why us, you mean."

"Damn."

"To say the least."

"We're dead."

"Well, guys, who's the winner?"

Two pairs of depressed eyes turned towards the girl who had uttered the words.

"What should I tell you to do, hmm?" She continued with a smile curling her lips upwards. A very, very unpleasant smile in the boy's eyes. "I'm gonna have so much fun . . ."

Suddenly, a strange glint of light entered her eyes.

Quatre and Duo was quickly becoming very, very scared.

There was a quiet pause from their `conversation' as the three of them stared at each other. Or rather, the guys did the staring while Hilde looked back at the two, smugly. Then.

"Quatre?"

"Yes?" The boy should get some points for *not* having his voice all trembling.

The girl made motions with her finger, indicating for him to lean closer. When he did, she whispered something into his ear, making him blush. Duo tried to lean forward him too but he couldn't figure the words out.

Finally, Quatre burst. "I . . . I can't do that!"

But Hilde made shooing motions with her hands, clearly unyielding in her decision. "Go, do it right now."

And so Duo and Hilde was left on the now almost empty bench in the tent, watching Quatre's retreating back. When he was finally out of sight, Duo turned towards his friend, one eyebrow raised questioningly. "Okay, just what the hell did you tell him to do?"

The girl leaned back to rest her upper body on the bench placed a little higher behind their own, arms tucked comfortably behind her neck. To complete the picture of utter satisfaction, she also closed her eyes and opened her mouth to tell Duo. "To --" She paused to give just the tiniest more effect to her words. "--To kiss the guy he seems all enchanted by."

"And just how do you know that the guy is even here? Because you mean that circus guy, don't you? He wasn't in the show, as I guess you remember all too well."

Hilde just shrugged noncommittally.

"And how do you know Quatre'll do it?"

"That's the good part." Hilde opened her eyes again and smirked that kind of smirk that made Duo happy it wasn't about him. He just hoped she wouldn't smirk that way about him before she had to leave for England. "Before the week is over, he has to kiss the guy in front of my eyes."

They chuckled together in a shared moment of evilness before Duo sobered again.

"And just what do you want *me* to do?" He asked, eyeing his friend suspiciously.

Hilde grinned. That mere fact made him scared but since he could also trace a hint of mischievously in her face, it served to almost make him yelp. Just almost, mind you.

"Duo." She said, closing her eyes again. "Before this week is over, I want you to kiss Heero Yuy - in front of my very eyes."

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Quatre wandered around aimlessly in a way that, though he didn't know it himself, was very similar to how Hilde had walked around only a couple of hours earlier.

//How am I supposed to find *him*? He's probably not even here! And I have to kiss him - just like that! I'll never dare to do that!//

But when he remembered those beautiful, green eyes, his task suddenly didn't feel all that hard anymore.

"Trowa!"

The sudden and very loud yell startled Quatre enough to jump, high. When he was, however, safe and back on the ground again, he looked around to trace the scream and found a girl to match the voice.

"You shouldn't strain your foot, Trowa!" The girl, who had curly brown hair and was dressed in a tight, colourful suit, came running towards him. He was, for a surreal moment of shock, certain that she was planning on tackling him and sending both of them to the ground but she managed to, in the last moment turn and avoid his trembling body.

Baffled and curious, Quatre turned to stare after her.

And then he saw *him*.

Eyes, greener than he remembered. Body, even more sleek and muscular than remembered. Face, even more beautiful than remembered. And hair even more . . . `banged' than he could ever have imagined remembering.

He was standing there, bucket of water in one hand and foot wrapped up in more than one bandage. Actually, the foot in question did a rather good imitation of a big white watermelon. "I. Am. Fine." The boy ground out in that wonderful voice Quatre already loved. Then he looked up and spotter the blonde boy.

Quatre forced a nervous smile onto his lips after licking them. "Umm, hi . . ."

//That, ladies and gentlemen, was Quatre Winner's contribution to `The Worlds Worst Pick Up Lines Ever'.// He avoided hitting his head with his palm. //I'm such a loser.//

But before Trowa had a chance to answer, the girl with the curly hair looked up and spotted Quatre. "Who are you?"

Quatre shifted his weight from one foot to the other and blushed. "I . . uh . . yes . . I'm . . . " He shot his sweetheart a pleading look.

"Yes?" The girl pressed, confused beyond words. "Are you a visitor to the circus? You shouldn't be here then. . . "

"He's with me."

Both Quatre and the girl looked up at the taller boy's interruption. Unfazed, he continued. "I invited him Cathy, it's okay."

The girl, Cathy, frowned, thought for a while and then shrugged and turned to walk away, muttering an embarrassed little "Sorry."

And then she was gone.

Quatre stared after her for a moment, before tilting his head and beginning to stare at the boy instead. "Th. . . thank you."

The taller of the two smiled slightly. "Nothing to thank for. I'm sorry I wasn't in the show."

"Oh." The blonde nodded towards the bandaged foot. "You have a good excuse."

"Yes."

A silence, uncomfortable at that, stretched the time and filled the space around and between them.

And then Quatre, captivated by those green eyes, leaned forward, balanced on his toes and proceeded to kiss the other boy on his lips.

Just like that.

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TBC

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Next part in a couple of days, guys!