Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Steal Your Heart ❯ Guess Who? ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Normal POV
After Heero finally saw the identity of the thief, he became obsessed with finding him, but he felt as though the reason was less than official. He wanted to see the thief again. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he wanted to see the beautiful and seductive thief again, but it was a guy! He kept denying that he was attracted to another male. It was hard. He knew he was.
Heero’s POV
“Bills, bills, eviction notice, great, jury duty, more jury duty, bill, letters from fan club, bill, check, hm.” I said looking over my mail at work. I breathed deep. I’ve been so caught up in my case that I forgot to pay my bills. ‘Right, the case.’ my inner voice snorted. I growled at myself.
“Hey Heero, guess what?” Quatre said oddly more relaxed today.
“Hm?”
“Treize has ordered a rest in the case. He said that you seem overly stressed. He thinks that you’ve overworked yourself and you should let someone else take the case.” that idea frightened me. I had put far too much of myself into this case to let someone else take over! Also, I swore to myself to not let anyone catch him except me! And only me!
“No.”
“What?” Quatre said like a mother who’s child just denied an order from them.
“I have done too much for this case to leave it to someone else! I will not let that happen!” I said angrily. I know Quatre meant good, but for some reason it made my blood boil to think of having someone else catch my thief. My thief? Damn mind again. I looked up at Quatre who looked worried and very much like a parent who just realized there kid wasn’t a child anymore. Actually, like a mother who just realized that. For a man, he was very feminine. I forget that sometimes.
“Sorry Quatre. I didn’t mean to yell at you, it’s just…” I got up from my seat and went to the door looking around to make sure no one was within earshot of what I was going to tell him. When I was positive no one was near I shut the door and locked it. “Listen this is only between you and me. No one else is to know about this. No one! Not Zechs, not Treize, not Une, Noin, or Rachid! And most definitely not that blonde princess of pink bimbo, Relena!”
“Uh huh.” he nodded knowing the importance of what I was going to tell him.
“I saw him.”
“What?”
“I saw the thief.”
“Really?” he squeaked. I nodded.
“The night I went on the undercover mission at the museum. I even spoke to him. He’s very good at getting under peoples skin, and from what he told me, it seems that he’s good at what he does.”
“What did he look like?”
“He was young, probably near our age. He seemed very athletic. He had very long hair, and indigo eyes. He was very agile.”
“Hm.” Quatre almost snickered.
“What?” I demanded.
“You kind of zoned out when you were thinking about him.” he giggled a little. Like I said very feminine.
“I did not zone out!”
“Yeah you did! He had very long hair and indigo eyes.” he looked off at the ceiling like he was daydreaming.
“I was not doing that!”
“Yeah you were. Except you were looking at the floor.” he giggled. I growled. “Heero has a crush on a thief, Heero has a crush on a thief.” Quatre started to chant over and over, just loud enough that only we could hear.
“I do not! He a…he! I don’t like men!”
“Sure you do Heero. It’s not wrong. Though funny, because now Relena has absolutely no chance with you.” he said with a bright smile.
“I guess there are upsides to that, but I’m not gay.”
“Heero,” he looked at me sternly now. “You are gay. There’s nothing wrong with that! If not gay, bi, but the point is you’re attracted to your assignment.” he emphasized the “there’s nothing wrong” part and started laughing at the “you’re attacted to your assignment” part. I growled, of course.
“Whatever.” I said lowly.
“Heero maybe I should introduce you to my friend. Well he’s sorta my friend.” he blushed a little saying that.
“What is he.” I said smirking.
“He’s…a…well…he’s my boyfriend! Ok.” he then mumbled something under his breath that sounded like, “You can be real meany.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Yeah. He’s very sweet and kind and helpful and…” as he kept on with list of “my boyfriend is so great“, I pictured hearts, flowers, and bunnies hopping around him. It really suited him at this moment. “And I think you’d get along with his roommate.”
“Why do think that?”
“Well because I think he might look something like your thief.”
“What he fitted my description?”
“Yeah, and quite frankly, to be entirely honest, I wouldn’t doubt it if he was a thief.”
“Why?”
“Well he disappears every so often, and then turns up again later real early in the mornings. The days he disappears are usually the nights something is stolen.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I think you might like him.”
“But you said he might be the thief.”
“Yeah, well, you could try to have some fun before you arrest him.” he smiled. “You something similar to pleasure before death?”
“Out!” I said pointing at the door.
“So what time do wanna meet them?”
“I get off at 8:45.”
“Alright.” he smiled and left. Damn him. He knew I would go. He knows that I’m curious about that guy, but am I really attracted to the thief? Do I really find another male attractive? No, this is just an important case, that’s all. Sure keep telling yourself that Yuy. You’ll believe that, eventually…