Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love Will Last ❯ Laughter ( Chapter 1 )

Part one of the

Love will last Series

Laughter

By: White Rain

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, if I did there would be a lot of sexy spin-offs! Just think about it… 1x2x1 1x3x1, 1x4x1, 1x5x1, 2x3x2, 2x4x2

Warnings: Nothing Really,

Parings: None… yet

Quatre was laughing and Heero had a hint of amusement in his normally cold eyes.

The two of them were washing dishes. Though washing dishes is considered to be a tedious chore, and the dishwasher was broken, they were both enjoying it.

They didn't get to spend as much time together as they would like to. They were both busy, Heero with being the personal bodyguard of Relina and Quatre running Winner Corp.

Somehow they had managed to get some time off and they had had dinner together. They made the dinner themselves, although one of Quatre's servants would have gladly done it. Quatre didn't want that so he wanted to be alone with Heero. He gave everybody the day off

Quatre was planning on making dinner for the both of them, but much to his surprise, Heero showed up early and helped him.

Neither of the former pilots could cook very well, and their food tasted less then satisfactory. But, nonetheless they both enjoyed it, probably because they were together and now they were doing the dishes.

Quatre handed Heero the dish he had just washed and gave to Heero to rinse and dry.

"You missed a spot." Heero informed the blond.

"What? No way," Quatre said and took back the dish only to find it perfectly clean, save a few bubbles of soap.

"What did you do that for?" Quatre asked, trying to sound annoyed, but was failing miserably because he had started to laugh.

"Your gullible." Heero stated.

"Oh, yeah." Quatre took a handful of soapy water and threw it onto Heero.

Heero almost looked shocked for a moment. He didn't say a word; he grabbed a handful of the soapy water and threw it directly on Quatre's face, missing his eyes completely.

Quatre smirked and took two handfuls of the water and smeared it on Heero's green shirt.

Heero raised his eyebrows and put his hand into the sink and splashed a good amount of dirty soapy water on Quatre.

Quatre just laughed and began to splash Heero as well. Quatre's laughter could be heard throughout the house. Heero smiled lightly. He loved Quatre's laugh. It was like a mesmerizing melody. Like one of the beautiful songs that Quatre played on his violin.

Quatre looked at the counters and floor around the sink, "We made a mess."

"Think we should clean it up?"

"Probably, it wouldn't be very nice to leave the dishes out all night long. And I don't want anyone to slip on the water."

That was just like Quatre, thinking of everybody else. He was so kind. It's hard to believe he ever fought in a war, he seemed so innocent, so pure.

Quatre said, getting a mop from the broom closet, "I'll take care of it, you're my guest, you shouldn't be doing this."

Heero took the mop from Quatre's hand and said, "Like I'd let you have all the fun?"

Quatre's eyes twinkled and a smile appeared on his face, "If you insist."

"I do."

They worked in silence for about five minutes. No words were needed. They were comfortable enough with each other, so the didn't have to talk.

Just as Quatre was about to wash a Scooby-Do cup the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Quatre said.

"Like that?" Heero remarked looking at Quatre's soaked blue T-shirt and old faded blue jeans.

"Why not?"

Heero shrugged.

Quatre smiled, "I can just see it now, the media will have a field day, Quatre Winner, was wearing less the superb clothing. What is the world coming to? The president of Winner Corp. is acting his age! He is being 16 and not 30! The sky must be falling!"

The tips of Heero's mouth rose into a small smile as Quatre went to get the door.