Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Rivals ❯ Chapter 4

Title: Rivals 4

Author: Aya Maxwell

Pairings: 1x2, 3+4, Solox5, 6x5 (Implied)

Warnings: Language

Disclaimer: I have nothing, I own nothing.

Notes: //Thoughts//



~ Warumono Projects. 2:45 AM ~

Heero hated the elevators in the Projects. They were always dirty, littered with beer bottles and potato chip bags, and almost always smelled of urine. But tonight Heero was not worrying about that, or the drug dealers who did their best to try to intimidate him before they found who he was.

All he could think about was the beautiful boy with the wide violet eyes. The way those eyes sparkled in the lights of the club, and the way that lithe body swayed gracefully to the music. Heero had been painfully aroused ever since he had laid eyes on Duo, and now he could finally go home and relieve himself.

Finally the elevator got to his floor and Heero opened the four locks on his apartment door. Four locks was a tad on the careless side for this neighborhood, but most people knew who Heero was and knew better then to mess with his shit.

As soon as the door was open, he knew something was wrong. Heero's eyes scanned the dark apartment and before they even focused, his gun was out and trained on the tall man lounging on his sofa.

"Really Yuy, is that anyway to greet a friend?"

Heero sneered as he recognized that arrogant voice. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment Peacecraft? Sneaking up on me is the best way to commit suicide." He growled, still not lowering his gun.

Miliardo leaned over and flipped on a lamp. He was all decked out in a black leather jacket and tight black jeans. His long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Heero sneered and finally lowered his gun. "What the hell are you supposed to be Peacecraft? Rebel without a clue?"

Miliardo rolled his eyes. "I'm here for business Heero, not to trade insults with the likes of you."

"The likes of me ne? Well I don't have any business with you Peacecraft so don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." Heero turned his back on the blonde and began searching through his CD collection.

"On the contrary my dear Heero, we have quite a lot to discuss. Well two things really, Solo Maxwell and my sister."

Heero's head snapped up at the mention of the dreaded Peacecraft girl. "Keep that nutty bitch away from me. I told you I don't like her, and you let her follow me around anyway. If you don't want me to shoot her, keep her away."

"Yes Heero but don't you think handcuffing her to her limo was a bit extreme?"

Heero popped in his Pierrot CD, and switched tracks until the song Freaks began to blast out of the large speakers. He finally turned back to Milliardo. "No and I'll tell you why. A.. she shouldn't have been following me in the first place. B.. she was asking for trouble by bringing a limo to a neighborhood like this. C.. I have no time for silly rich girls who want to make mommy and daddy mad by trying to go after the guy from the wrong side of the tracks. And D... I don't like the crazy bitch so.. KEEP... HER.. AWAY.. FROM.. ME."

Milliardo pursed his lips. "Fine. Now about Solo... " His sentence trailed off when Heero turned up the volume another notch. "Do you have to blast this goddamn Japanese music so loud? Why are you listening to this shit anyway? Why don't you play something in English?"

"Why don't you leave and never come back?"

"...."

"Look Peacecraft, I don't have to talk to you about anything because you are not a part of Oz. You were Triezes little plaything for awhile when he was alive, but even then you weren't in the gang. I was his lieutenant, and now I am in control. You have no part of it so just but the fuck out."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yes, and I'll tell you something else. By fucking that little Chinese kid who happens to be Solo's fucking right hand man, you only made yourself look worse."

Milliardo blushed furiously. "What me and Wufei had has nothing to do with you or Oz. It was just a fling, a rebound thing after Trieze died. I didn't even know that he was a part of Romefeller. It doesn't matter anyway because whatever we had is over."

"Because he dumped you for Solo?"

"How did you... "

"Doesn't matter. This war with Romefeller is not about your little would be love triangle with Solo and Wufei. It's about our ex leader being killed by Solo. And the reason why you are not involved is because I don't trust you. So you can do me a favor and spare me the tough guy routine because it just makes you look stupid. So get the fuck out of my house."

"This isn't over Yuy. Everyone knows that a punk kid like you can't handle Maxwell. You're just going to get everyone killed. But I will make sure that I get Solo. With or without you."

Heero watched as the blonde man stormed out of his small apartment. "Fucking prick." He muttered.

The Japanese boy flopped down on the sofa, gradually dozing off. He dreamt of Duo and Milliardo. Well to be more accurate.. he dreamt of Miliardo shooting Duo.

There was something that Heero was known for besides killing. Sometimes his dreams and worst nightmares came true.



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End Part Four

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