Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I'm In Love With A Bad Boy! ❯ Chapter 3

A/N: Thank you all who reviewed this story and are still waiting for the next chap. I'm going to try to update more. I can't promise anything because Fly Away Hearts and Preventer's Special Unit: Christmas Edition is kind of taking up most of my creative time. If I'm not hentai, I'm being all sappy and fluffy and we haven't reach that point in this fic.

 

Obsession (no es amor)

 

Duo' POV

 

Getting the kids into their own room and beds was a no go. I could blame `em. They were scared. Naturally, I made a compromise.

 

I moved us into my room and managed to get the three of us to squeeze into one bed. All the while, I kept the wad of cash clutch in my hand. It was more than enough to fix the door.

 

After waiting for the kids to finally settled and go to sleep, I squirm from between them to make a phone call. Who the hell could I be calling three in the morning? Howwy, of course. He owned a local hardware store on L2 when he wasn't doing shipments from colony to colony to earth.

 

The phone rings three times before he picks up. Of course, his only greetings past midnight involve all sorts of bad words. I winced from the receiver and smile sheepishly as he continued to rant about the hour and him needing `beauty sleep'.

 

“Not enough beauty sleep in the world is going to help you, Howard.” I said affectionately. Hearing my voice causes the curses to die down and I'm left with him greet me in his `friendly' way.

 

“What the hell do you want, Max?”

 

“Nice to hear from you too, Howwy.” I drawled. I quickly sobered. “Look, my door got knocked down and I need to replace it a.s.a.p.” I could almost see him nodding and stroking his chin like he usually did. He knew that I couldn't risk to not having a door. It was hard enough to keep the crackheads out *with* one.

 

“How'd the door get knocked down anyways?”

 

I sighed dramatically and went into the whole story of the goons and…Heero. By the end, my heart was pounding in my chest and my stomach was doing flip flops. Howard laughed.

 

“Looks like you found your soul mate.” He said and laughed again. This time I joined in.

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Heero's POV

 

I drove Quatre home. Neither of us said a word. While I was trying to get the image of violet eyes out of my head, he was probably thinking about the guy he met two weeks ago.

 

Trowa, I think it was.

 

They had met at the racing track. At the time, we were taking care of a `client'. Surprisingly, Trowa, the part time peanut guy, had bought the guy down. He joined up soon after on the occasional assignment.

 

I think it was just because he was possessive of Quatre.

 

“Night.” Quatre's voice broke me out of my thought. I look at him and for a minute all I could see was violet and chestnut.

 

“Oyasumi.” I said. He gives me a farewell smile and I instantly compare it to Duo's. I return it and revved up my motorcycle.

 

I got home around eleven. I mentally noted the extra bounce in my step and blamed it on adrenaline. When I open the door, it was already open. I searched the room with my eyes. The living room light is on and I check my pistol as I walked towards it.

 

Maybe Granny forgot to close the door. She was getting to that age. I come completely into the room and stare. My hand tightened on my gun.

 

“Hello, Heero.”

 

“Relena.”

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: *inserts dramatic music*