Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ leader of the pack ❯ Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing, but I do seem to own Joe, "ooo, lucky me, but he's no Trowa or Heero" #sits in corner and sulks#. I also don't own the song, but I have modified the lyrics a little to fit the story.

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, maybe some violence.

My friends were always putting him down

(Down, down)

They said he came from the wrong side of town

(Wrong side of town)

They told me he was bad

But I know he was sad

That's why I fell for the leader of the pack.

It had been a week since the incident in the candy store, yet Quatre just couldn't stop thinking about the green eyed boy. He smiled to himself as he wiped the table, of course he knew who the boy was, he might only have moved to the area a couple of months ago, but he had heard all about the notorious Gundam Gang (1). Quatre frowned a little as he remembered some of the rumours he had been told at school about the boys, drugs, robbery, and unprovoked fights. It just didn't seem right, Quatre was usually pretty good at telling what a person was like from a first meeting, and Trowa didn't strike Quatre as someone to do those things. In fact he seemed like a gentle, quiet person, if somewhat arrogant and with a slight attitude problem.

Quatre was shaken out his musings by the chef asking him to take an order to a table. It was a Thursday night and Joe's Diner was getting busier by the minute, filling up with school kids who followed the same routine every week, in another half hour most would clear out and head to the movies, you could almost set your watch by them. That's one thing that Quatre both loved and hated about this existence. He liked the security of knowing where he could go and when, he led a conventional social life, movies, skating, dancing. However, there was a part of him that longed to leave this way of life and break free of the routine and the shallow, trite people he went to school with. That was why he couldn't stop thinking about Trowa, the man was so mysterious, and the look in his eye promised excitement. Everyday Quatre hoped he would catch a glimpse of the older youth, but as the days went by Quatre berated himself for even thinking that Trowa would honestly be interested in him.

Dead on time people started to leave the diner, and it was left to him and his fellow workers to start tidying up for the night. "Hey Quatre dance with me" Quatre tried to resist as Hilde a vivacious, and surprisingly strong girl, Quatre added to himself, pulled him into the song "at the hop", the other workers Dorothy, Walker and Sally laughed and joined in.

Quatre had made some friends since he moved to the town. Dorothy was a fellow senior at Romefeller high, and the only one that Quatre would call a friend, though she was difficult to get on with sometimes, and a bit intimidating with that ever present manic gleam in her eye. Hilde went to a school on the other side of town. Walker and Sally had both left school just over a year ago, Sally was saving for college, while Walker was part of a local band.

The sound of the door opening and someone entering brought a collective, frustrated sigh from the group. "Quatre be a darling and go tell that person to get the hell outta here, Joe warned me that if I yell at another customer I'm fired." Dorothy asked in a sickly sweet voice, which made Quatre feel more than a little uneasy.

Rounding the corner he said "excuse me but we're just about to…" he trailed off as he looked up and saw the man who had been haunting his thoughts for the past week. Trowa was leaning with his elbows and back resting on the counter, with his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Finally finding his voice, "what are you doing here?"

Trowa straightened up and made his way towards Quatre, "I was just passing and thought I'd drop in, now I see you're finished so would you like a ride home?" he knew he should say no that he knew nothing about him, but having Trowa so close was making his head spin, the taller boy lowered his head slightly, Quatre just had to turn his head a little and…

"Hey Quatre, Joe's letting us off now." Hilde came round the corner, Quatre jumped away looking guilty. "Oh hi Trowa, watcha doin here?" Trowa graced the girl with a small, tight smile, "I was just passing".

"Okay, so we're going now, do ya want a lift home Quatre?" Hilde asked, trying to contain a grin, she had seen how close the two were, and was enjoying Quatre's obvious discomfort.

Quatre turned to Trowa, losing himself in his eyes. Keeping eye contact with the boy, he answered Hilde, "no, you go on, I'll be fine." He was sure he saw relief in the boy's eyes.

"Alright, you take care. Oh and Trowa? Tell Duo he still owes me five bucks!"

Outside Quatre whistled appreciatively as he caught sight of Trowa's bike. "Yeah, she's my pride and joy, took years of saving and work to get her looking this good." Trowa climbed on, and indicated that Quatre should sit behind him. When Quatre hesitated he questioned, "Have you ever been on a bike before?" Quatre just shook his head in the negative, "My Dad would never let me near one."

Trowa held his hand out to him, "I promise I'll look after you, _ trust me". Quatre found himself wholly believing in him, and slid on behind, holding onto his shoulders. "Hold on tight" Trowa called as he started the engine, "it might be a bumpy ride". Quatre yelped as the bike surged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around the body in front, he tried to concentrate on enjoying the ride rather than the feel of the muscles under his hands.

Numerous times Quatre had to scold himself for entertaining sordid thoughts.

Fortunately or unfortunately, however you looked at it, they reached Quatre's home. He was glad that he could get off before embarrassing himself. Any longer around that body and the vibrations of the bike, Quatre may have just lost it and jumped the boy.

Trowa was having similar thoughts, for him that was by far the most intense bike ride of his life. 'And the first of many I hope' he thought to himself.

Fighting the smug smirk from his face Trowa, ever the gentleman, helped Quatre off the bike and walked him to the front door.

As they stood in the porch, the little amount of moonlight was enough to highlight Quatre's blond hair, and reflect in his eyes. Trowa had never seen anything more beautiful. Giving into temptation, he ran his fingers along the shorter boy's cheek, smiling softly as Quatre leant into the touch.

"Can I see you again?" he asked.

"Hmm, maybe we could even exchange more than three sentences at a time" Quatre joked.

"There's a carnival on tomorrow night, I'll pick you up 3:30 at Romefeller." With that he dropped a sweet, chaste kiss onto Quatre's lips and started to walk back to his bike.

Shaking himself out of his daze Quatre realised something, "Hey, how did you know which school I go to?"

Trowa just grinned, "It's like you said… nothing gets past me"

Quatre watched as he sped away on his bike, and then entered the house. He leant up against the door, with eyes closed, sighing in bliss. "So who was that then?"

Quatre jumped, banging his head on the wood, "Christ! Way to give me a heart attack Iria, I'm gonna put bells on you to give me some warning" he glared at his sister.

"Oh I'm sorry" but she didn't look repentant at all. "You haven't answered my question, who's the stud?"

The smile returned to Quatre's face, "Trowa, I'm going out with him tomorrow" he hesitated, "is that okay?"

"Are you kidding, my baby brothers' smiling again, of course it's more than ok!" she exclaimed.

Relief flooded Quatre now that he had his sister's blessing, "thank you. I'm exhausted so I'll see you in the morning." He hugged her and went upstairs.

Iria smiled as she watched him go, 'it's about time he started enjoying himself, after some of the stuff he's been through' she thought to herself. 'Maybe this Trowa will be the one to bring him out of his shell'.

(1) naff name I know, but best I could come up with at the time

A/N: I'd like to thank the reviewers; sorry this is taking a while to get started. I had hoped it would be a one-shot, but I didn't want to rush the getting together too much. The first two chapters are more of an introduction. Thank you, please review as they make my dull days so much brighter *pathetic attempt at gaining sympathy* J