Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Little Deaths among Friends ❯ Chapter 1

Author: Cyrrer aka Laren

Pairings: 1x2

Disclaimers: They don't belong to me - unfortunately. So don't sue.

Warnings: Yaoi, Com, AU, lime

Chapter: 1/3

Symmary: Heero has one mission in his life - to finish his studies as soon as possible. And nobody should keep him from focusing all his time and energy on this mission. Unfortunately his best friend has other plans for him.

A/N: Any kind of comment is very much appreciated. Just tell me if you think this story sucks, or if I should go and spend my energy in translating the other parts too.

 

 

 

With one final glance Heero checked that his bicycle was all secured in the car boot. After that he turned around and dropped down with a grumpy frown on the front passenger's seat. He struggled for a while with the seat belt and snarled, “Why did I let me get coaxed by you? I'll be damned that I am going to do this stupid thing.”

 

A crystal clear laughter came from the driver's seat. Quatre also buckled up and said with a big grin in his face, “Come on Heero, don't act as if I'll drive you to your own execution. Just lighten up a bit.”

 

Heero snarled some more. „Quatre you know that I'm not designed for this kind of events. I don't like huge groups. And I have so much to do. I need to work on my latest thesis. And my next shift starts soon. Couldn't we just forget about the whole thing?”

 

Heero almost started to open the thrice damned seat belt when Quatre laid one hand on his thigh and said. “Heero you promised to accompany me. I have been trying to introduce Trowa to you for weeks now. Could it be that my best friend,” Quatre placed some emphasise on his words, “in no case wants to meet my boyfriend? Why are you trying to evade this the whole time? I just want you to like him. Damn, I haven't seen you any more since nearly the semester break. And even now you try to dodge out of a meeting.”

 

The accusing tone of Quatre's words didn't fail to work on Heero. A bit ashamed he lowered his gaze. “It wasn't only my fault that we haven't seen each other that frequently any more.”

 

“You're right. In a way it's my fault, because I spent so much time with Trowa. But I love him, so this is only natural. But this doesn't mean that I want to exclude you from my life. And because of this you really should get to meet Trowa. So why are you so reluctant?”

 

“Quatre, I'm not reluctant against meeting your Trowa. Quite the contrary. I am looking forward to meet this dream-guy of yours. I know that you love him and because of this I really want to check him out. But why should me meet like this? You know that I don't like big groups. I'm not comfortable with so much people around. Why couldn't I met with you and Trowa alone?”

 

Quatre pinched him on his arm and laugh out loud. “Big group? Heero we are talking about a nice comfortable lunch with Trowa and his two flatmates. This hardly counts as a big group. And the two are really nice. Heero sometimes you really overdo your act as hermit.”

 

Heero snarled again. Somehow Quatre always talked him into doing things that weren't to his taste. But he didn't want to give in so easily. “But I really have a lot to do. Couldn't we reschedule this meeting?”

 

“But you always have lots of things to do, Heero. In fact, if it wasn't for me to rescue you for your own good then you would have probably been melted with your notebook until now. We're talking about a lunch and maybe two hours of chatting. This would hardly endanger your studiousness. And afterwards you just take your bicycle and get to your job. The pub isn't that far away from Trowa's place. So and no more contradictions,” with this words Quatre started his car.

 

Heero surrendered to his fate. He slipped deeper into his seat. And he sighed in a really demonstrative way, but Quatre seemed to overlook this completely. After a while Heero started to speak again. “So I finally will meet Mr. Right. I really look forward to it. Your Trowa must be someone special the way he swept you away. But why must I meet his flatmates too? I have little relation to them.”

 

„They are nice and interesting guys. And they are friends of Trowa, I like them a lot. And I really want my best friend to get to know them. I hope that you'll like them too. Come on Heero, I couldn't be your only contact to the outside world.”

 

“You are not,” Heero snarled. He always hated it when Quatre acted like he was some kind of mother hen.

 

“OK, I'll specify. I couldn't be your only contact to the outside world, who is no part of either your studies or your jobs. I know you put yourself in this pressure to finish as soon as possible, but you shouldn't forget to live while you do so. Even you have to get out once in a while.”

 

The last announcement let Heero prick up his ears. He got a strong suspicion and it annoyed him to no ends. “Quatre?” he asked carefully. “You don't try to be a matchmaker again, do you? Please say that you don't try to hook me on one of Trowa's ever so interesting friends! You know how I hate this!”

 

The blonde young man turned towards Heero and looked at him with big astonished eyes. “Would I ever do such a thing to you?” looking like an innocent angel.

 

“Hn!” Heero retorted. “For sure. You are doing it all the time! And I hate it! I don't have time for this Quatre. I have to start with my degree dissertation in two semesters. I don't have time to get distracted.”

 

“Heero, would you just calm down? A bit of normal life would do you a lot of good. There are more things to life beside studies and work!”

 

Heero got impatient. “Quatre you could take all the time you want to finish your studies. Your father didn't care how long it will take. He will pay for everything. But my scholarship will end in three semesters. I'll have to finish then. All the other things have to wait until then. As my friend you should support not hamper me.”

 

Heero crossed his arms before his chest. He loved Quatre as dearly as a brother and he was more than glad that he could call him his friend. But sometimes Quatre was a bit to carefree for his taste. But immediately after this thought Heero scolded himself for it. Quatre was a wonderful friend, the best he ever could have hoped for. And for the fact that his father was one of the richest men of the world, Quatre was amazingly normal. Not half as bigheaded as some of the guys at their university. Without Quatre his life on this noble university would have been really, really lonesome. The only problem with Quatre was that he had this stupid notion to play matchmaker for him. Heero didn't know why. And since Quatre got together with this Trowa it had only gotten worse.

 

“Heero, if I promise that I don't have any kind of ulterior motives, will you believe me?”

 

“Are you really sure, that you don't want to set me up with one of the guys?”

 

“Absolutely.”

 

“OK, I believe your words.“ Heero sighed again. He could see as a flaming smile enlightened Quatre's face. The blonde had gotten his way again. And beside the fact that Quatre had given his word, Heero didn't have a good feeling about the whole affair. After all he knew Quatre and his matchmaking habit oh so well. “I really do hope that you are not lying, Quatre. Because if you do, I'll have to kill you,” Heero added in his low and austere voice.

 

Unfortunately his friend was immune to his death glares. “For sure, Heero,” Quatre laughed.

 

They finished the rest of the ride in a comfortable silence. Soon Quatre turned around a corner and parked his car in front of an old building. The front garden was wildly overgrown but this didn't matter to Heero. It looked cosy. So completely in opposite to the impressive buildings of the university that had been his home for the last two and a half years.

 

Heero got out of the car and started to pick out his bicycle from the car boot. He would need it to get to his job afterwards. Quatre had in fact offered to drive him there with the car, but Heero had declined. He knew that Quatre longed for each moment in the company of his Trowa. For the fraction of a second a smile scampered on Heeros face. It really had been a hell of surprise when he got back from his semester break job and Quatre told him that he had met Mr. Right. The thing between the two had grown shockingly fast into a solid relationship. Trowa even had been introduced formally to Quatre's parents and had been accepted as part of the family. Heero couldn't believe that it was possible to get so lucky. But he felt how Quatre effervesced with joy.

 

Heero had just gotten his bicycle out of the car when the front door of the house opened and a tall, brown haired man strode towards them. Quatre didn't falter for a second, instead he ran towards the young man. So this had to be Trowa. Heero took a closer look. Until now he hadn't seen any picture of the guy - seemed to be extremely shy of cameras. But maybe not only in front of cameras. Half of his face was hidden by a bang. Only one of his eyes was visible. Heero got the feeling that Trowa didn't like to be in the middle of attention. On the contrary this kind of hair style signalised a kind of bohemianism. Something that seemingly didn't fit to Quatre - who was due to his upbringing more on the conservative side. Nevertheless there were sparks between those two. Everyone who wasn't blind and deaf had to know that they belonged together. Were meant to be together.

 

He almost got jealous for the happiness of those two turtle doves. It must be wonderful to have someone to whom one belonged. But he buried this thought immediately and reminded himself that he didn't have time for this right now. All his energy had to go into his studies. This was his mission. After he had accomplished it, he could work on his non existent love life.

 

Heero followed his friend slowly and waited patiently for them to finish their greeting-kisses. Finally they broke their lip-lock. Quatre took the hand of his partner and turned around to Heero with a big smile. “Trowa may I introduce my best friend Heero? And Heero, this is Trowa, the love of my life,” the smile on Quatres face seemed to grow with each word.

 

Heero did another step towards to the two and gave Trowa his hand. He saw a smirk on his face and how the visible eye radiated amusement over Quatre's typical behaviour. The brown haired man shook his hand. “Hey Heero. Nice to finally meet you. Quatre spoke a lot about you, so that I'm really curious to get to know you. But let's go inside. Wufei is still in the kitchen, preparing the meal,” he gathered the blond in his arms and guided them into the house.

 

Heero followed the lead. As they entered the building he couldn't refrain from looking at everything. It really was an old house, but it was well kept. The furniture was an interesting mix of different styles and he would bet that the residents weren't the first owners of this items. But over all the whole ambience radiated cosiness. Something he had missed since he left his foster mother Sally, something he never experienced with J. He liked it here. And he for sure hoped that the ominous flatmates of Trowa really were nice and that Quatre hadn't lied to him.

 

A black tuft looked out of one of the doors. „Ah, there you are. Just in time, the meal is finished. You can put the silverware on the table,” after this announcement the young man gazed on Heero and nodded. “You have to be Heero. Finally we get to meet you. I am Wufei. Quatre mentioned that you do martial arts, we have to talk about that later.”

 

This inhabitant of the house seemed to be nice too and Heero answered his greetings politely. Slowly Heero relaxed a bit. Quatre had been right, the guys were nice. And the best thing, even though he liked Wufei on first sight, he was totally safe in a relationship kind of sense. Maybe Quatre hadn't lied after all.

 

Together with the other two he carried the meal into the nice living room. It smelled delicious. And Heero hadn't eaten anything else than the cantina food of his university for months. So this would be a nice change. “It smells delicious, Wufei. Have you cooked it all by yourself?”

 

The Chinese man laughed. “Well yes. Who would ever guess that I'll learn how to cook. But we all share the chores in the house. We take turns for cooking, shopping and cleaning. Even though everyone of us has his strengths and weaknesses. For example, nobody in his right mind would let Maxwell do the cooking. His creations are… lets call it adventurous shall we, and the chaos he creates in the kitchen is unbelievable. A pity that our dishwasher broke down. This causes more work, ok more work for those who don't cook.”

 

Quatre blinked. “Oh the old thing is in pieces? Trowa why didn't you say a thing? I could have…” the rest of the sentence got stopped by Trowa putting his index finger on the mouth of the blond. “No,” was all the tall man said to this subject.

 

Heero was pleased to see this. It seemed that Mr. Right wasn't after Quatre's money. His friend surly got the first prize. Suddenly Heero remembered that he had duties as guest and politely offered to help with the dishes afterwards.

 

“You don't have to. But if you insist I won't hinder you,” was the reply of Wufei.

 

A little bit later they had laid the table and sat down. “Where's Maxwell?” Wufei asked the whereabouts of his flatmate.

 

“He said that it could get a bit later when he left,” Trowa answered.

 

The Chinese man looked a little bit angry in the round. “Injustice. I stand the whole morning in the kitchen and Maxwell isn't able to make it in time for lunch? We will not wait for him,” Wufei stated with a snarl and began to fill his plate.

 

The others followed his lead. Shortly after that they started eating. A relaxed conversation about all the world and his brother set in immediately. Heero got questioned about his studies and he got some more information about the other two. He was surprised how fast he warmed towards the others. Normally his cold behaviour seemed to put the people off. But probably Quatre had smoothed the way for him and had told Trowa and Wufei what to make of his act. What ever it was, it worked out. Heero felt comfortable, even if he hadn't thought this possible only an hour ago. Maybe Quatre had been right and he really needed a break from time to time.

 

Heero was so relaxed that he didn't expect anything bad to happen when suddenly a door opened and a loud voice announced, “Sorry guys I'm late. I really tried to get here in time, I swear Wufei. But then I got stopped by millions of people who wanted to have a word with me after the conference. And after that the bus was already gone - and you know that on Sundays they only drive once in a blue moon. And after I finally got here our neighbour Mr. Perkins got hold on me and started to complain about the inhabitants of house Nr. 5 - and that the dog of the Meyer's buries it's bones in his rose garden. He almost bit off my ear with all his chatter. But now I'm here and I'm starving. Hmmm Wufei this smells good. How come you treat us with your famous peanut-curry? Oh, hello Quatre.”

 

Heero failed to see how it was possible for anyone to speak so much in such a short time without making a break to take a breath. The whirlwind to whom the loud voice apparently belonged was looking directly into his face.

 

Heero had to swallow. There in front of him stand a young man whose appearance could only be described with the word `perfect'. He had never seen so much hair on one person. And the bright, shiny amethyst coloured eyes. The beautiful features. Heero had pictured the man of his dreams in such a way. He couldn't believe that such a beauty would really exist in the real life.

 

Heero gazed towards Quatre and the blond had the decency to blush when the death glare hit him. Heero would kill his friend for this set up. There was no way around it. But even as he thought about Quatre's treason his gaze inevitably turned back towards the beautiful man standing in front of him.