Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Girls do cry ❯ Girls do cry 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Okay, guys. Who knows Boys don't cry?' the movie? Ahh.. no one? However… this idea came to my mind after watching the film ( god it's soooo sad I tell ya.. I cried at the end). I hope the title and everything fits and I hope you'll like it as well. I should be learning for some exam, but well, screw it ^-^. Have fun.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, nononooooo. I wish I did. Then I could buy my quail a lamp…

Title: Girls do cry ( oK, don't ask me, I think I just kinda turned around the film's title)

Author: cryingPhoenix

e-mail: cryingPhoenix@hotmail.com

Rating: R

Category: OOC, AU, TWT, Duo's POV, cross-dressing, maybe some sap, maybe some angst, drunken Heero here and there, lotsa alcohol.

Girls do cry

"I can do this," I told myself as I looked into the mirror one last time. "I will go in there, smile around, and it'll work. I won't screw up." I tugged at my skirt one last time, took in a deep breath and left my apartment. It was a warm Saturday night and the club I was heading for was just around the corner.

As I walked out of the house, I could already see my friend leaning against the street lamp in front of the building. "Hey, Hilde." I greeted her and waved a hand, forgetting my nervousness for just a moment. She approached me, smiling, and gave me a quick kiss onto the cheek.

"Hey, Duo. You look absolutely great." She tugged at my skirt a bit. "I told you the colour would fit you perfect." It was a grey, knee-long skirt and very wide. If you made a twist, it made a wonderful circle. And it had a dark,blue line at the bottom. I loved the skirt. "The eye shadow looks great on you, but you could have used a bit more rouge." She traced my cheek with her index finger and looked over my make-up. She took out some of her stuff and quickly reddened my cheeks a bit further with her powder. Seeming satisfied, she smiled at me and put the make-up back into her pocket.

"I tell you, you will enjoy yourself in there. Just pretend that I'm not in there. You know that I'm just coming with you in case that something goes wrong. And it won't. I promise." Her words comforted me a bit, and I nodded at her before we went over to the club. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, a voice reminded me that, in case I screwed up, I would have a great problem already. This wasn't a gay district and guys around here weren't all too tolerant with homosexuality, especially when gay men were dressing up as a girl. My female features and the long hair were helping here a lot to better my chance of enjoying myself without getting killed. Some of my friends had suggested that I should call one of those flirt lines or simply go visit the next gay club( which was about 500 kilometres away). But the easiest, and riskiest way, was crossdressing and trying my luck.

I rearranged my artificial breasts ( hooray for silicon-filled bras!) and my skirt once more before we went inside. A warm and stinky smell greeted us, reminding me of alcohol, beer, cigarettes and other stuff you usually have in clubs and bars. I thought about the whole situation once more and, as I looked around, I asked myself if this was really the wisest thing to do. But Hilde pushed me in further and made me sit down at the bar before she took the seat beside me. I smiled nervously at everyone who looked at me and I think that some people stared at me in a strange way.

Just before I wanted to order some drinks, Hilde stopped me and quickly explained. "Just wait for another minute or two and you'll don't have to pay at all." She gave me a reassuring smile. Just as I wanted to ask her what she meant, a handsome, black-haired man approched us and sat down beside Hilde. The black hair was worn loose and about shoulder lenght. His piercing blue eyes quickly looked over me once before he focused on Hilde. And before I noticed it, we had two drinks standing in front of us. As he started chatting along with Hilde, I could smell the alcohol in his breath, even from the distance.

But I quickly focused my attention onto the rest of the club. Some people were dancing on some sort of dance floor to some slow music, some people were playing pool billiard at the end of the club, and some were kissing each other fiercely. But none of those guys really interested me. Sighing, I turned around again and downed my drink quickly, regretting it at the next moment for the stuff burned like hell. Pleading for some water, I thanked grateful as the barkeeper gave me a glass of water, laughing. Just as I put down the empty water glass, there was a cracking sound and at the next moment, a young man fell in front of my feet. The sight alone left me staring.

He had the messiest hair I'd ever seen, the beautiful face was contorted in pain, but the rest of him looked,ooooh, more than just alright. His muscular chest was barely hidden beneath a tight black t-shirt and a pale blue jeansjacket was hanging down from his shoulders lazily. Before I could stare at his oh-so beautiful legs I noticed some blood running down from the corner of his mouth. Reacting on instinct, I quickly kneeled down beside him.

"Hey, sir, are you allright?" I asked him while trying to help him onto his two feet. And as he looked at me with his unbelievable, beautiful Prussian blue eyes, I knew I was lost. He was breathing a bit faster, probably due to the impact with the floor. And I could smell the alcohol- the guy was definetly drunk. But I didn't care. I just didn't want him to be harmed any more.

"Whoare you?" He brought out, slurring a bit here and there. As I lifted him onto his two feet, I was barely able to open my mouth before a punch in the face brought me down. I groaned in pain and as I looked up, I could see another drunken figure hovering over me. There was a sudden anger growing inside of me and as quick as I fell down, I rose again and quickly delivered my knee into the man's stomache. He gasped aloud and fell down immediately. I looked down at him triumphant, but Hilde tugged at my sleeve and quickly pointed at some angry men in front of us.

"You better get out of here, ladies." The barkeeper whispered to me. "And take that drunken bastard with you." He pointed at the handsome guy I was nearly drooling over just a minute ago before stepping out of the bar and blocking the men's way. Hilde quickly thanked him and yanked the handsome guy out of the bar, me following right behind her. I was aware of some sounds of shattering glass and even more cracking wood. I think that I wasn't all too good for clubs after all. I just visited one and was able to leave a chaos behind.

But my attention quickly focused back onto handsome-guy for he pushed Hilde away as she tried to help him stand. And, god, did the guy sway. I quickly rushed to Hilde's side and helped her steady the guy's walk, although he tried to bat away our helping hands. But instead of batting them away, he lost his balance and fell down completely.

"Nnn, fuk ufff" he slurred while trying to stand up again, but he didn't manage, slipped and fell onto his butt, wincing a bit as he did so. I knelt down beside him and looked at him worried. He looked tired, and worn out. I wanted to help him, but this guy was as stubborn as all hell.

"I'm Duo, who are you?" Sue me. I don't know what suddenly came over me as I asked him that. I guess the guy was happy if he could sit without falling down, and here I was, asking him questions.

" 'm Heeeeeee, Heero." He managed to bring out while swaying a bit. "And you're Duo." He looked at me through half-lidden eyes. As he suddenly widened his eyes, Hilde pulled me back just before he could vomit onto the floor between his legs, some falling onto his jeans. I backed away some more for the stuff stank. As I looked at him again, I could see that he had lost some of his face' colour.

"Let's bring him into your appartment. He won't mind." Hilde whispered to me while Heero looked like being ready to throw up again. As Hilde and I lifted him again, carefully, he didn't protest and even leaned onto us. One arm around my neck, the other around Hilde's, we made our way back to my appartment. But don't think it's fun to drag some drunken guy up the stairs. He nearly fell down the stairs because Hilde lost her grip on him and I barely steadied myself to hold him. That, however, must have disturbed his stomach for he suddenly looked like vomitting again.

"Please hold on, just a few more stairs." I pleaded. And thanked god for he really made it until I was inside my appartment and showed him the toilet. It sounded awful as he emptied his stomache and I quickly made some towels and some water ready. After I heard the flush of the toilet, he came out with shaky legs and I quickly went over to him to steady his walk. We made it to the kitchen and as I saw him in the light, I winced. He looked like shit. Really. He was so pale, some of the stuff he vomitted still resting on his bottom lip, and there was a little cut at the corner of his mouth. His baggy eyes half lidden, he leaned his head against the wall and looked like falling asleep.

"Hey, drink this." I handed him a glass of water and he took it with one shaky hand, taking just a few nibs before handing it back to me. It was okay with me, as long as he didn't threw up again. I took the towel and carefully wiped away the sick on his lips and some of the remaining blood of the corner. He groaned in pain and I decided to let him sleep. But before I would let him sleep in my bed, I wiped away the rest of the sick on his jeans.

"Come, I'll show you where you can sleep." He nodded weakly and shaky, we made it to my bedroom. "Uh, D- Duu, Duo." He brought out as I tried to lay him down. "Yeah?" I looked down at him, but he had closed his eyes. "Th- thank you." And then he fell asleep. Just like that. I smiled and threw the blanket over him before closing the door quietly. It would be one hell of a fun to wake him up tomorrow. Luckily it was Sunday. So we would have all the time he would need. I just hoped that he would need lotsa time.

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