Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Team Hostile ❯ The REAL Battle Begins ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: *muffled* I don't own Gundam Wing or anything to do with the anime *glares at entire cast who are starting to leave* THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN LEAVE DAMMIT! *they slink back*

 

Warnings: CONTAINS YAOI!!!!!!! May you die if you flame me after this warning...

 

Pairings: 1x3x4, eventual 2x5

 

Summary: Okay, let's change this a bit... There's a new war in the works, the mutants against the humans... The G-boys are a small team, with big powers, and they're in for a lot of trouble, even if they don't know it yet.

 

Story So Far: Wufei was taken in by the Team, and they just went shopping for his new wardrobe. What happens now? The assault of the Lightning Count's headquarters, of course! And, as a side story, sparks fly between Duo and Wufei. Enjoy!

 

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Chapter 2 - The Battle

 

“Hey! Duo, Wufei, do you plan on sleeping forever?” Quatre asked through the door. They both woke at once, separating smoothly, and Wufei grinned at him before going over to his room, and putting on his most form-fitting clothing. Once he was dressed, he went downstairs, where the others were waiting. Duo wolf-whistled, and he blushed, playfully tugging his braid.

 

“Let's go, shall we?” he said, going to the door. When they got outside, Trowa pulled Heero to him for a swift kiss, before Quatre did the same thing. Obviously they were saying much in that one action. Wufei sighed a trifle jealously. Duo heard, and came over.

 

“Aw, does poor Wufei need a kiss?” Without waiting for an answer, he gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. “There you go.” He lowered his voice. “Be careful on this one, okay? I want to see you blowing smoke rings tomorrow, neh?”

 

“I want to see you animating dead rabbits tomorrow, as well,” he said, smiling. [1]

 

“Will do, buddy!” Duo grinned his habitual grin and dragged Heero off, talking about something. Wufei turned to the other two, his smile still in place, only to stop smiling at the look they gave him.

 

“What?” he asked, quietly wiping off his cheek. Trowa looked at him like he was a tasty bit of prey, but Quatre just smiled. He just shook his head, bewildered, until Trowa grabbed his arm.

 

“You hurt him and I kill you... painfully... slowly.”

 

“What? I don't know what- oh. I wasn't thinking that. He's become a really good friend, that's all.” The warmth in his belly pulsed slightly, and he squirmed, trying to break Trowa's grip. He hated telling a half-truth, but he didn't think Quatre would rat him out... not yet at least. Trowa finally released him, and he sighed, rubbing his arm.

 

“I guess. Let's go.”

 

`You know, you'll have to learn a little mental restraint around me, Wufei... I'm not sure I want to see some of the things you're broadcasting,' Quatre said into his mind. He just blushed and pulled his gloves on tighter.

 

“Yes, let's. Which way are we going?” Quatre and Trowa led him to the place where they were to wait for Duo and Heero. “Why are we waiting for them? Weren't they supposed to meet us?”

 

“They had to go pick up a few things. They should be here... ah!” Duo and Heero appeared from the shadows, and Duo handed him a pair of long daggers.

 

“You know what to do with these, right?” he asked. Wufei grabbed them and snorted, tossing them up in the air and catching them between his fingers before putting them into the sheaths handed to him by Heero.

 

“I grew up with things like this...” He grinned maliciously, and nodded. “Shall we?” The others grinned.

 

 

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Sorry it's so short, but I'm going to split this up into a few chapters, so deal with it....

 

I'm sorry I haven't been updating lately, but the move back home made me lose all my files so I had to retype everything. See you in the next chapter!

 

[1]: I'm giving a nod to Psychotic America, which kind of inspired this story... I'm sorry, I think the authoress is Manga Chick, but I don't know if that's right. Forgive me... okay?