Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Slavery Death And Rebirth ❯ Chapter 2
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By: GetsueiYaibaShiruba-hane 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 395 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 395 | Status: Work In Progress
I don’t own Gundam Wing.
Duo: anyone know what’s going to happen this chapter?
Quatre: not a clue.
Wufei: I know we’re in a club if that helps any.
Heero: not really…
Trowa: anyone seen Getsuei?
All: no
Duo: why?
Trowa: I think she’s thinking something devious…
All: …
/thoughts/
Slavery Death and Rebirth
Chapter 2
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“Details Wufei.” Duo demanded quietly, not turning around.
“Height is about five foot two. Chocolate brown hair; Neko. I can’t tell what color his eyes are yet, as he’s still too far away. He’s got a nice slender body and is lightly muscled.” Wufei replied, watching the boy but appearing to be starring off into space.
“Hair long or short?” the tall boy asked quietly, only to be jabbed in the ribs by Quatre. “What’d I say?”
“Short and wild, Trowa, like never combed it down after getting up.” Wufei supplied with an amused smile.
“Nationality?” Quatre was curious.
“Japanese, possibly mixed heritage, I’m not sure though.”
“What’s he wearing?” Duo asked in a whisper that was barely heard. He was starting to like that sound of this boy.
“… looks like tight red leather pants with flames licking up the sides of his legs to his hips. His shirt is red mesh with long sleeves. There’s a black collar around his neck with silver spikes. God he’s flirting with everyone on the dance floor, even though he doesn’t let anyone touch him… the way he dances… it’s just scandalous.” Wufei’s eyes went wide and he swallowed looking down.
“Wufei?” Quatre asked concerned, “What’s wrong?”
“He… he knew I was watching him… I don’t know how he knew, but he did…” Wufei took a chance to look back up at the boy and swallowed again in nervousness. His eyes widened further when he saw the boys smirk.
Duo made an ever so slight move to turn his head, but stopped at what Wufei said next.
“Don’t look, or he’ll know we’re talking about him.”
“You want him to assume you like looking at him?” Trowa asked, brow furrowed.
“That tactic might just get him to come over here, Trowa. Then we can introduce ourselves.” Wufei was quiet a moment. Then said, “Not that getting him to come over is that much of a problem.” At Duo’s raised eyebrow he said, “He’s a waiter, and he’s coming over to take our orders.”
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He knew he was being watched. He was always being watched. Everyone wanted him, or rather his body. He was used to the hot lust in everyone’s gaze, used to the eyes that followed his every move. His own eyes were closed.
What surprised him the most was that he felt only appreciation for his appearance through this gaze. It wasn’t hot. It didn’t make him feel ill like all the others. It was actually quite nice for a change.
Stepping up the pace of his movements from flirtation to seduction, he opened his eyes to watch the boy that was watching him.
It was a Chinese boy eyeing him with appreciation. His shining black hair was swept back in a horse tail at the back of the boys neck. /Must be a little past shoulder length./ His chiseled face was delicate and appealing. Eyes that had to be black widened and looked away.
He smirked, continuing his movements, even as he continued to look the boy over. /He’s about my height I think, nice enough body. What I see of it at least. His friends aren’t that bad looking either. Is the one with the braid a girl? No. Can’t be. None of them smell like girls. The tall one’s a Lycan and Blondie is a Demon I can tell that, but if I didn’t know any better I’d say the braided ones just a normal human. But he has the same aura of power as… what’s the Chinese boy? I don’t recognize the sent of what he is. There’s only one way to find out, and breaks over anyway./
He took his time going back to the bar to pick up his pad and serving tray, trying to gather his courage. The Chinese boy was still watching him, and, now that he was getting ready to go over there, he was feeling a little nervous. /Maybe I shouldn’t… but there’s no one else…/
“You want me to get a bouncer to ask them to leave?” the bartender asked.
“No. It’s alright, really. I’m just a little nervous I guess.” the boy replied.
“Z’ll be here soon if you want to wait for him to go over there with you.” the man behind the bar said passing the boy some menu’s.
“No, I’ll be fine.” the boy replied taking the menu’s and leaving. /At least I hope so…/
Slowly, he walked around to the table and stood between the braided boy and the blond. “Good evening and welcome to The Ragging Inferno.” he said quietly, face lightly flushed in his nervousness. “I’m Heero Yuy; I’ll be your waiter while you’re here with us.”
“Heero.” Duo murmured the name and was rewarded when a pair of deep split pupil Prussian eyes turned to him. /This beautiful creature beside me is Heero?/
“Y…yes?” Heero asked unsure of himself.
“You don’t have to be nervous around us, Heero.” Trowa said softly, trying to sooth the Japanese boy’s nerves. He could smell the boys sudden fear. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
Heero’s eyes widened slightly at the tall boys comment. He tensed, ready to run if he needed to.
Wufei didn’t understand. /He didn’t seem so skittish while he was dancing. What happened? Why is he acting like this? Why does he seem so scared?/
A gentle tug on his hand brought Heero’s gaze back to the braided boy beside him. He looked down to see the braided boy press a kiss to the palm of his hand. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes grew to the size of saucers.
“Heero Yuy, my name is Duo Maxwell.” the braided boy said softly not releasing Heero’s hand.
The doors to The Ragging Inferno exploded open, and a small naked body rushed through in a panic. “Heero!” it cried, “You have to leave! You can’t stay here anymore! It’s not safe.”
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Getsuei: hi boys! You know, I’m really getting better at posting. I think I’ve finally figured it out. ^_^
Heero: where have you been?
Getsuei: ^_^ I’ll never tell!! Mwahahahahahaha
Wufei: uh-oh
Quatre: I don’t like this…
Trowa: it’s okay koi, I won’t let her hurt you!
Getsuei: who says it’s Quat I plan on tormenting?
All: shit
Getsuei: read and respond and tell me what you think!
Duo: anyone know what’s going to happen this chapter?
Quatre: not a clue.
Wufei: I know we’re in a club if that helps any.
Heero: not really…
Trowa: anyone seen Getsuei?
All: no
Duo: why?
Trowa: I think she’s thinking something devious…
All: …
/thoughts/
Slavery Death and Rebirth
Chapter 2
_____________________________________________________________________ ___
“Details Wufei.” Duo demanded quietly, not turning around.
“Height is about five foot two. Chocolate brown hair; Neko. I can’t tell what color his eyes are yet, as he’s still too far away. He’s got a nice slender body and is lightly muscled.” Wufei replied, watching the boy but appearing to be starring off into space.
“Hair long or short?” the tall boy asked quietly, only to be jabbed in the ribs by Quatre. “What’d I say?”
“Short and wild, Trowa, like never combed it down after getting up.” Wufei supplied with an amused smile.
“Nationality?” Quatre was curious.
“Japanese, possibly mixed heritage, I’m not sure though.”
“What’s he wearing?” Duo asked in a whisper that was barely heard. He was starting to like that sound of this boy.
“… looks like tight red leather pants with flames licking up the sides of his legs to his hips. His shirt is red mesh with long sleeves. There’s a black collar around his neck with silver spikes. God he’s flirting with everyone on the dance floor, even though he doesn’t let anyone touch him… the way he dances… it’s just scandalous.” Wufei’s eyes went wide and he swallowed looking down.
“Wufei?” Quatre asked concerned, “What’s wrong?”
“He… he knew I was watching him… I don’t know how he knew, but he did…” Wufei took a chance to look back up at the boy and swallowed again in nervousness. His eyes widened further when he saw the boys smirk.
Duo made an ever so slight move to turn his head, but stopped at what Wufei said next.
“Don’t look, or he’ll know we’re talking about him.”
“You want him to assume you like looking at him?” Trowa asked, brow furrowed.
“That tactic might just get him to come over here, Trowa. Then we can introduce ourselves.” Wufei was quiet a moment. Then said, “Not that getting him to come over is that much of a problem.” At Duo’s raised eyebrow he said, “He’s a waiter, and he’s coming over to take our orders.”
-------------------------------~~~~~~~~~----------- ---------------------
He knew he was being watched. He was always being watched. Everyone wanted him, or rather his body. He was used to the hot lust in everyone’s gaze, used to the eyes that followed his every move. His own eyes were closed.
What surprised him the most was that he felt only appreciation for his appearance through this gaze. It wasn’t hot. It didn’t make him feel ill like all the others. It was actually quite nice for a change.
Stepping up the pace of his movements from flirtation to seduction, he opened his eyes to watch the boy that was watching him.
It was a Chinese boy eyeing him with appreciation. His shining black hair was swept back in a horse tail at the back of the boys neck. /Must be a little past shoulder length./ His chiseled face was delicate and appealing. Eyes that had to be black widened and looked away.
He smirked, continuing his movements, even as he continued to look the boy over. /He’s about my height I think, nice enough body. What I see of it at least. His friends aren’t that bad looking either. Is the one with the braid a girl? No. Can’t be. None of them smell like girls. The tall one’s a Lycan and Blondie is a Demon I can tell that, but if I didn’t know any better I’d say the braided ones just a normal human. But he has the same aura of power as… what’s the Chinese boy? I don’t recognize the sent of what he is. There’s only one way to find out, and breaks over anyway./
He took his time going back to the bar to pick up his pad and serving tray, trying to gather his courage. The Chinese boy was still watching him, and, now that he was getting ready to go over there, he was feeling a little nervous. /Maybe I shouldn’t… but there’s no one else…/
“You want me to get a bouncer to ask them to leave?” the bartender asked.
“No. It’s alright, really. I’m just a little nervous I guess.” the boy replied.
“Z’ll be here soon if you want to wait for him to go over there with you.” the man behind the bar said passing the boy some menu’s.
“No, I’ll be fine.” the boy replied taking the menu’s and leaving. /At least I hope so…/
Slowly, he walked around to the table and stood between the braided boy and the blond. “Good evening and welcome to The Ragging Inferno.” he said quietly, face lightly flushed in his nervousness. “I’m Heero Yuy; I’ll be your waiter while you’re here with us.”
“Heero.” Duo murmured the name and was rewarded when a pair of deep split pupil Prussian eyes turned to him. /This beautiful creature beside me is Heero?/
“Y…yes?” Heero asked unsure of himself.
“You don’t have to be nervous around us, Heero.” Trowa said softly, trying to sooth the Japanese boy’s nerves. He could smell the boys sudden fear. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
Heero’s eyes widened slightly at the tall boys comment. He tensed, ready to run if he needed to.
Wufei didn’t understand. /He didn’t seem so skittish while he was dancing. What happened? Why is he acting like this? Why does he seem so scared?/
A gentle tug on his hand brought Heero’s gaze back to the braided boy beside him. He looked down to see the braided boy press a kiss to the palm of his hand. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes grew to the size of saucers.
“Heero Yuy, my name is Duo Maxwell.” the braided boy said softly not releasing Heero’s hand.
The doors to The Ragging Inferno exploded open, and a small naked body rushed through in a panic. “Heero!” it cried, “You have to leave! You can’t stay here anymore! It’s not safe.”
_____________________________________________________ ___________________
Getsuei: hi boys! You know, I’m really getting better at posting. I think I’ve finally figured it out. ^_^
Heero: where have you been?
Getsuei: ^_^ I’ll never tell!! Mwahahahahahaha
Wufei: uh-oh
Quatre: I don’t like this…
Trowa: it’s okay koi, I won’t let her hurt you!
Getsuei: who says it’s Quat I plan on tormenting?
All: shit
Getsuei: read and respond and tell me what you think!