Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Storm Clouds ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Warning: Homophobic attitude in this chapter. Somewhat (mild) religious context discussed in this chapter (very VERY little of it). Somewhat sexual situation represented between a gay couple and umm... Oh damn I gave the chapter away.

Recap: Heero is threatened to go on a date with Janice which leads to more disaster than romance and Janice ends up slapping him.

Now on with the story!

Chapter 4: Kiss me Tenderly

Posted on 29th October 2006

“Hee-chan?” His head peeked through the door to the bedroom. I was currently sitting on a fairly uncomfortable chair busy looking over a couple of mission plans so I did not appreciate the interruption. If anything I wanted him to go away and leave me to my peace.

“Hn.” I said hoping he will get the hint and leave me alone.

“Get dressed we're going to a party.” Duo claimed as he threw a handful of clothes onto my bed. No need to tell me where we're going. That's right, I am his slave who can get dragged wherever he wants to take me. I didn't even look up from my laptop. It was Saturday night and I planned to spend it reading a book and drinking tea. I had absolutely no plans to indulge Duo and his whimsical wishes.

Five minutes later found me still typing away on my laptop and Duo fully dressed barrelling into the room.

He stopped in the process of tying his braid and gaped at my pyjama clad, baggy t-shirt donned body.

“You're not dressed.” Yes, Mister I-state-everything-I-see-no-matter-how-obvious exclaimed.

“Hn.” I commented. What? I didn't feel like talking.

“Hee-chan!” He whined exasperated. “Get dressed! We'll be late if you don't!”

“Hn.” I made no move to unglue myself from my comfortable crossed-legged position on the chair. It was hard to find a comfy position on that stupid chair and I'll be damned if I move from it when I have finally found it.

“Heero!” He said in a very Relena-ish voice and I inwardly cringed. “You have to come! Kat is going to be there…” What party is Quatre not invited to? “… And Tro is going to be there…” Where there's Quatre, there's Trowa. “… And Wuffy is going to be there…” Likely dragged by Quatre into coming. “… You'll be the only one not coming!” And probably the sanest too.

“Iie.” I said in a completely monotone voice. I am proud of my computer slash robotic voice I can summon whenever I like. I guess it makes me a super robotic computer soldier wearing a baggy t-shirt and horrendous yet comfy pyjama bottoms. I'm cool.

Then he did something I can never forgive him for. He grabbed my extremely comfy and soft, worn to perfection t-shirt and yanked it over my head. Having caught me off guard, I reflexively grabbed my t-shirt in a sad attempt to keep him from shamelessly unclothing me and then all I heard was RIP.

The room plunged into a deep, deep silence broken a few agonizing moments later by a quite “shit”.

I whirled around to face him, grabbing the now ripped t-shirt and wrapping it around his neck so fast he only had time to take one step back. I pulled both the ends of the t-shirt in opposite directions and pulled.

“Heero! Stop! You're choking me.” He gasped out as his knees bucked and he landed in front of me hooking his fingers into the loop of the shirt to keep it from choking him. I loosened my hold a little. I didn't want to kill him, just punish him a little.

Okay fine, so I did want to kill him but Une would have my head for killing one of her best stealth specialists so self-preservation instincts told me to loosen my hold.

“You ripped it.” I stated feeling the temperature drop a few more degrees in the room with my quiet accusation.

Had I not been living with him for two years I would never have seen that small spark of pride and mischief intermingled dance in his eye before he squashed it with, probably, fake fear.

“You did it on purpose!” I stated completely flabbergasted. He had counted on my reaction to grab my shirt! If the shirt hadn't ripped I would not have moved from that chair for the next indeterminable time.

“You would never have removed yourself from that chair otherwise.” He said with a smirk. Am I really that predictable?

As I was still getting over my shock at being so obviously manipulated he unwrapped the shirt from around his neck, handed the shredded shirt to me and then walked to the bed, grabbing the black t-shirt he had thrown on the bed earlier and tossing it at me. Then he bounded out of the room as proud as a kid with a sticker.

“Get dressed. We're going to be late.” He said as he left me with my beautiful now-destroyed shirt.

I could have been reading a book.

I could have been curled up on the couch or my bed with one of my favourite books and a hot cup of cocoa but instead I am in this dark, pitch-black place where the music is booming so loudly it's tying my stomach into knots. Is this what normal people do in their free time? I'd rather be abnormal for the rest of my life then… at least I'll have that cup of hot cocoa and the nice book and my comfy clothes and not these horribly tight clothes.

Duo forced me to wear a t-shirt that could only belong to a two year old with the way it was stretched across my chest and I had to keep pulling it down to make sure my midriff didn't show.

Then again I could pull the pants up too…

I grabbed onto my belt to hoist my pants up and Duo slapped my hand away viciously. Damn he's irritating me.

“What?” I shouted annoyed. How can anyone bear this place? It's so loud I can't even hear myself think and it's so dark I have to grab onto Duo's braid to keep myself from getting separated from him.

“Stop doing that! That jeans is supposed to be low rise so don't pull it up and that shirt is supposed to be up there so don't pull it down okay?” He yelled in my ear. Now normally I would have killed him for yelling that loudly so close to my ear that I could feel his breath on my neck but at this moment, that's quite possibly the only way to communicate.

I didn't feel like screaming myself hoarse so I didn't answer but I did pull at my shirt just to defy him.

Too bad he was not looking.

He then led us to the two worst places he could have taken us. He headed straight to the bar, damn he's going to get piss drunk and I will have to haul his ass home, and left me on the dance floor.

Now when I say dance floor, I say it very loosely. Its actually one big mass of sweaty, sticky bodies gyrating against complete strangers and I DO NOT LIKE PEOPLE TOUCHING ME.

The next thing I know I feel a sharp pinching pain on my butt and I whirl around to see who did it so I can tell him exactly how much I appreciate being manhandled like that.

Too bad it's so dark in here… all I see is giant sweaty bodies gyrating against each other and trying to climb onto me! What is wrong with these people?

I need to get out of here… Oh gods take me away from here… I'll even buy Janice that cup of coffee.

I hate this place.

The music changed and everyone in the dark, dark club whooped in appreciation of the new song I suppose. It sounded the same to me. Only this one was louder and it made my stomach drop further.

I needed to get away from this mass of people so I started looking along the wall of the club to see if there were any free seats available. Anything to get away from the dancing and touching people.

I looked around and found a spot on the cushioned seats that lined the club and I rushed over and squeezed into that small space. Yes, I know I have two people pressed into both my sides but I'd rather have two on my sides than fifteen all around me.

I suppose I can do nothing right in this place. As soon as I sit down I realize that the guy next to me has another guy sitting on his lap… kissing him… and uh… touching…

I felt my face flame again and I look away. It's not good to stare… although how did that guy learn to move like that? Honestly, the way his hips were rolling and his lips were moving against the other guy's…

I'm staring again.

I decide to preoccupy myself with searching for Duo. So I start looking around.

Ah… there he is… storming towards me… angrily?

He grabbed my arms forcefully and ripped me harshly from between the two people I had been sitting next to and started dragging me away.

“Duo!” He didn't stop and paid no heed to the fact that I constantly bumped into people as he dragged me to god-knows-where until we found a couple of seats free at the back of the club where the music was somewhat muffled and it was less crowded and better lit too.

Once reaching here however he threw me onto those seats and then towered over my sprawled body.

“Duo! What is wrong with you?” I snapped at him. Rubbing my arm where he had grabbed me. Now I am not really afraid of pain or anything, hell I set my own bones, but giving me a bruise for doing absolutely nothing wrong was going too far.

“Didn't you see them?” He hissed at me. See who?

“Who?”

“Them! The ones you were sitting next to!” He hissed looking agitated.

“The gay couple?” I asked not believing my ears. Duo was prejudiced?

“What were you doing sitting next to them? You don't associate with those people!” He said and I gaped at him unbelieving.

“Why?” I couldn't help asking. I just had to hear his point of view since I don't understand it at all from mine.

“They were sinning! They will all go to hell and we should stay away from them! Father Maxwell said…” The priest that Duo hung out with? And I suppose sleeping with random strange women every other night of the week is completely acceptable…

“What about premarital sex?”

“What?”

“What did Father Maxwell say about premarital sex?” He looked so confused… he was just about to start scratching his head.

“Uh… it's wrong?” Ah look he's playing with the loose hairs at the end of his braid. That means he's not just confused he is baffled.

“And what do you do every other night when you don't come home?” Realization dawned on his expression and then the surprise was replaced with indignity.

“That is not quite as bad as this!”

“So according to you having a different woman every night is better than having one man forever?” I asked incredulously.

“You don't know what you're saying.” He said getting angry. He was clenching his fists and I swear if he gets violent with me I will destroy him.

“I know exactly what I am saying. You on the other hand have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.” I said taking a defensive position challenging him to hit me. My arm where he had grabbed me was tingling with memory and I wouldn't put it past him to hit me with no fault of mine.

“How can you defend them on this? This is unnatural and wrong! A man is supposed to be with a woman! You can't have a man having sex with another man!” Well it happens so get used to it! Honestly that little bastard, any minute I'll start climbing up the wall to get my frustration out.

“So what you're saying is that… this-,” I said pointing to a guy and girl ferociously making out and grabbing each other everywhere, “- is better than that.” I said pointing to a gay couple in the far corner of the club kissing each other sweetly and holding hands.

“Yes!” I can't believe he said yes.

“I want to go home.” I cannot believe he said YES.

“No.” I am going home and he can't keep me here.

“Try and stop me.” I hissed before moving purposefully towards the exit.

“You're being difficult Heero. Stop acting like an idiot.” He shouted once we broke into the main area again.

I used the music as cover for pretending that I didn't hear him and left the club leaving him behind. I don't think I hated him this much before this night.

If the war had still been on, I would have destroyed his gundam from the inside out. But unfortunately tonight I would have to look for other means to take out my anger and frustration.

So I kicked a garbage bin and threw glass bottles on the ground. The noise was very satisfying.

I walked all the way home that night. Duo has the car, remember?

A/N: The little argument that Duo presented is in no way my own thinking. It is used only for plot advancement purposes and no other. I am sorry if it offends anyone (i tried to make it as inoffensive as possible) but I won't appreciate any flames sent to me for something I have already apologized for.