Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love Will Last ❯ The Plan ( Chapter 10 )

Part ten in the Love Will Last Series: The Plan

By White Rain

~~~

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Gundam Wing. So I will claim that I do not own Gundam Wing. They belong to their respected owners.

Parings: 1+4(+1)

Warnings: none

Notes 1: (To FF.Net and ILB): Sorry it took so long, but it wasn't as long as last time.

Notes 2: (To TTRASC and BTM): I totally forgot to send the last chapter to you guys! Sorry!

Note 3: I have to fix the formatting again. Sorry if it was hard to read

~~~



Heero had come up with a plan. And just like Duo predicted he also had a plan B and C (and D, come to think of it). He liked his first plan the best and hoped slightly that nothing would mess it up.

He had just pulled into Quatre's driveway with his newly washed black car. Yeah, he washed it, although he knew that Quatre wouldn't care either ways.

Quatre was waiting for him. He was dressed causally like Heero told him too. He was wearing a blue tee shirt and white jeans. Heero was wearing a green shirt and black jeans. (Sound familiar?)

He also had a backpack in the back seat, prepared for the date.

Quatre opened the door and sat down. As soon as Quatre's seat belt was on Heero tied a black handkerchief around his eyes.

"Heero, What are you doing?"

Heero smiled lightly, no one was there to see him so he might as well drop his 'perfect solider mask' for a moment.

"I told you it was a surprise. Just relax and trust me."

Quatre smiled, "I always have."

Heero smiled at that comment. Although he'd never admit it to anyone, he had always trusted him deep down, except when Quatre went insane after his father died.

Heero remembered when the even was over and Quatre had regained his sanity. Quatre was filled with guilt and anguish. But he still took care of Heero.

It was one of the first times anyone had ever been gentle with him. It was that moment when Heero fell in love with Quatre, rather he realized it or not.

Heero drove for south for awhile, and Quatre remained silent for about fifteen minutes. He just had to get a hint.

"Come on, give me a clue! Where are we going?"

"My lips are sealed." Heero said.

"I don't know anything about what we're doing! It could be anything."

Heero said, "of course you do. We're eating."

Quatre folded his arms, "All right. You don't have to tell me, but how much longer will it be?"

"Are you going to ask me that every five minutes?"

"Probably."

"You don't have to. We're here."

Quatre grinned, and went for the blindfold.

"Keep it on, I'll take it off when I'm ready."

"Okay," Quatre said unbuckling his seat belt and steeping out of the car.

Heero put the backpack on and no sooner did Quatre step out of the car did Heero pick him up.

"What are you doing? I can walk!"

Heero said nothing.

Quatre sighed. He knew Heero could be closed lips forever, only a second to Trowa.

He grinned if he was being forced to be carried he might as well enjoy it. He wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and rested his head on his chest.

Heero didn't respond outwardly, but he enjoyed the way Quatre's body was pressed against his. He couldn't really explain it. It just felt right. More right then anything he'd ever felt in his life.

When Heero got to his destination he set Quatre on his feet and spread out a blanket. "Sit down."

Quatre obeyed and sniffed the air. It smelled familiar. He waited a few moments more before Heero walked behind him and undid the mask.

Quatre gasped.