Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The 6th Gundam Pilot? ❯ Black and Blue Jaw ( Chapter 1 )

Series: Gundam Wing

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x?, OCx?

Rating: R

Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. I'm not making any money from this. Besides the only thing I actually own is a cat… and you can't have him!

Author Notes: This is my first Gundam Wing fanfic and the first fic that I've ever posted for other people to read. Hope you enjoy!

The war is finally over. However, the Gundam pilots are still active as rebels continue to cause problems. The pilots have just returned from what has been their final mission together as a group. Six Gundams lands, six hatches open, revealing six pilots. First, Heero Yuy AKA the Perfect Soldier. With messy brown hair, cold cobalt eyes, and a glare that could stop a raging bull in its tracks. Of course that hadn't been tested but it was widely believed to be true. He was the perfect soldier; anyone who had fought with him would tell you that. Next, Duo Maxwell AKA the braided baka. With long chestnut hair always in a braid down his back, shining violet eyes and a smile that even Heero's glare couldn't penetrate. Self-proclaimed the God of Death, he was well deserving of the title. As happy-go-lucky as Duo seemed, you didn't want to be his enemy. Followed by, Trowa Barton, or at least that's what he's called now. The tallest of all the pilots, with green eyes that rarely show emotion, one is almost always covered by dark brown hair from his unibang. One of the strangest hair styles you'll ever see. Trowa could be pretty scary, he only spoke when it was necessary, but he seemed to be the voice of reason. In other ways though he was a lot like Heero, you just didn't piss him off. Then we've got, Quatre Raberba Winner. With platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes he looked like a cherub or maybe an angel. He's the sensitive one, the naive one, the innocent one, at least that's what he's got everyone thinking. He's got this pouty face that could turn a rock into gooey mush. Next in line, Wufei Chang, Mr. Justice. With glossy black hair pulled back, and eyes so dark they match. He's probably the solitary one, not that Heero or Trowa are considered social by any means. Wufei likes to have his privacy so he can meditate and such. He's got a nice temper and likes to rant about justice pretty often. Finally we come to Talia Roan the most feminine of the pilots, probably because she's the only female. Slender, with dark blonde hair to her shoulders and sparkling sapphire eyes. She tended to be Duo's partner in crime, at least when it came to pulling pranks on the other pilots. In battle it was much the same, Duo was the God of Death and she with her Gundam Azrael [1] was one of the Death's angels.

The pilots exited the cockpits and began making their way quietly towards the safe house. All except Wufei and Talia, who stood glaring daggers at one another. Wufei opened his mouth, only to be immediately cut off by the glaring woman, "Don't you dare say it! If you do I'll deck you so hard in the jaw you won't chew for a week!" The other pilots slunk back towards the house, not wanting to draw attention. Except of course Duo, who wanted to watch and therefore was dragged indoors, and the still glaring, unfazed Wufei. "It needs to be said!" He retorted. Talia crossed her arms over her breasts and rolled her eyes since she refused to meet his gaze, "I fucked up OK?! But not you or any of the others were in danger. The mission wasn't comprised, so back off!"

"You shouldn't be fighting..."

"Damnit! Wufei! Don't say it!" She emphasized her words by making a fist and raising it threateningly.

"Onna, you are too weak..." The sentence was cut short as Talia's fist collided with his jaw and he stumbled backwards. "I warned you..." She looked at him as he rubbed his jaw a moment before stalking off to the house.

~*~*~3 days later~*~*~

From the other side of the door came, "Wufei?" in a quiet muffled voice. "Hm?" He made the sound loud enough to be heard on the other side. "Can I please come in? At least to get some clothes? I'm tired of wearing the same thing." Wufei tried to smirk only to hiss in pain. He was still upset about the punch but he got up and let the girl in. She stood a moment looking at her toes in the doorway. After a moment she looked up and studied his discolored cheek. "Does it still hurt?" She asked quietly. He nodded in answer and moved out of the way, returning to his seat at the desk. "If you want, I'll bring you up some soup or a bag of ice," Receiving no answer she sighed and grabbed some clothes. Since she'd punched him he'd been holed up in their room and she had been sleeping on the couch. He had been kind enough to toss her teddy bear out in the hall though. "Well, I guess I'll go now. Uh, have a nice day." She scampered out of the room quickly and down the stairs.

Talia had no inhibitions about sleeping in a house full of guys, or in the same room with one. Since day one there had been a certain line that no one crossed, well except Duo. But Duo was her partner in crime. They both had a rather twisted sense of humor. She plopped down on the couch, pulling her pistol from her boot and sliding it under her makeshift bed. That pistol was the main reason she didn't worry about being in a house full of males. Second was that she could brawl as well as any of them. Third was the fact that she was pretty sure at least half of them were gay. Slumping down into the cushions she tried to disappear. Feeling guilty wasn't something she was used too. It wasn't as if he hadn't deserved it! And she had promised he wouldn't eat for a week. Well it wouldn't be a week but 5 days on soup was pretty good.

She twisted around on the couch; her knees towards the back as someone came clomping down the stairs. With an evil grin she launched herself at the approaching figure, "Trowa!" He had a half-seconds warning before she crashed into him and they tumbled across the floor. Twisting about the girl someone managed to be sitting on his chest grinning down cheekily at him. "Good Morning!! You're gonna make me breakfast now right?" Somehow she reminded him of a cat about to eat a mouse, "Yes, I was going to make everyone breakfast." Talia hopped up immediately, "Just checking." She hopped over the back of the couch and crouched again for her next attack. Trowa shook his head and went to make breakfast. By the time the next footsteps were coming down she'd decided to take a nap, having been sampling breakfast as it got done. When she woke she found all but Wufei in the kitchen.

Giving Duo a hug from behind they both grinned, saying, "Good Morning!" in unison. Of course everyone else groaned while the two found it quite amusing trying to jinx each other. Talia scooted in a chair next to Duo and leaned in next to his ear, "After breakfast, I gotta talk to you." He raised an eyebrow then nodded. Heero shot her a look when she leaned in close and she took the hint scooting away.

Heero went upstairs to work on his laptop, Trowa began the dishes, and Quatre left to buy supplies. Talia literally dragged Duo out the back door. At a safe distance where she was sure nobody would hear she stopped and turned, "Ok. I feel guilty. I can't even sleep in my own bed. Wufei won't talk to me, I practically had to beg to get some clothes, and you should see the color of his cheek," She grinned at that part then grew serious again. "I wanna sleep in my own bed!! What's he gonna do with two beds? WAIT! Don't answer hentai!"

Wufei looked out the window as he heard the back door slam. Talia and Duo were standing in the middle of the backyard, giggling. Duo kept looking over his shoulder right towards him. 'They're plotting something!' Determined not to let them get the best of him, he barricaded the door.

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Around noon a mission was received for Wufei and Quatre. They left almost immediately, leaving Talia her bed. A few days passed, she was bored with celebrating having her own bed back. Duo seemed to have cabin fever as he was running about more than she was, and Trowa seemed a little down. Truth be told she wasn't that giddy herself. She'd been thinking about after the war too much. Had even tried to talk to Quatre, Duo and even Heero about it. They understood until she got to the part about true love. Girl stuff was just too sappy, though it was great to see Heero looking so perplexed. Intent upon cheering herself and Trowa up she made reservations at a nice restaurant for 8pm. Duo was more than happy to go, eventually his pleading broke down Heero's stubbornness and Trowa resigned himself to go as well. "Well! Since Duo's is Heero's date, I'll be your date Trowa!" Talia chirped happily noticing the flush on the braided boy's cheeks.

7 o' clock rolled around and the cheerful girl dried off from her shower, pulling on the bare minimum of panties and bra before exiting the bathroom. "Hold it buddy!" She cried grabbing the tall boy's sleeve as he slipped out of his room still dressed in a turtleneck. He flushed at the sight of her so underdressed and turned his eyes away. "Do you think you're going to dinner in that?" He nodded and she grumbled, "Men!" Grabbing his sleeve she dragged him back to the room he share with Quatre and made him sit on the bed. "Clothes?" Opening the chest that was pointed at she pulled out a dress shirt and pants, tossing them in his lap. "For one night, please?" Without waiting an answer she ran to her room and dressed.

They arrived at the restaurant just before 8 o' clock. Heero was actually allowing Duo to hold his hand as they were led to the table. Trowa was blushing badly by the time they reached the table as Talia was wrapped around his arm. The braided boy noticed the girl's upset look as she was seated, "Something wrong?"

"Huh? Oh... Just those girls over there. Whispering and pointing."

"So? Ignore them. They're just jealous that you've got a date."

"Not the point. It's not their business."

Heero interrupted at that point, "Who cares. Order." They did as they were told.

Needless to say the evening was a bust. The only person that seemed any better was Duo since he got to show his affections in public. Trowa sat down on the couch when they got home, turning on the TV to some random show. Heero was dragged upstairs by his love, though he didn't put up much of a struggle. Talia sighed and plopped down on the couch crossway, laying her head against the tall boy's leg. He looked down at her in surprise, receiving a grin, "I don't want to hear them." He frowned a moment then nodded. Neither moved much in the next few hours, finally the girl lifted her head and looked up at him, "You think they're done yet?" He nodded. "Good! I'm going to bed then," Standing she stretched before turning back to look at the green-eyed boy with a small smile, "Thanks for being such a nice pillow." She kissed his cheek and ran up the stairs.

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Once in her night clothes (undies and a tank top... Hey! No one else is in there!) Talia crawled into bed. Instead of drifting off to sleep, though she stared across the room at Wufei's empty sheets. 'I miss him. I actually miss that arrogant snot. Well maybe not a snot.' She sighed and pushed off the covers. Crossing the room she picked up his pillow, breathing in deeply. 'It smells like him.' With a smile she put it back down. 'They won't be back for another couple of days. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.' And with that thought she crawled under his covers.

~*~*~*~

Quatre leaned heavily against the Chinese man on the way back to the house. He knew he really shouldn't be doing it since Wufei was just as exhausted. However, Wufei was relieved of his burden as they entered to find Trowa still staring at the TV. He took Quatre in his arms and carried him to their room without a word. Feeling tired and dirty the black haired pilot took a shower before going to his room. Looking in the mirror he noticed the bruising on his cheek was almost gone and smiled slightly. Clad in a pair of boxers he snuck into the room he shared with Talia, not wanting to wake her. His eyebrows drew together as she wasn't in her bed. He'd almost pulled back his own covers before he realized where she was. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked up at him with sleepy eyes. Suddenly she had her arms around his neck and he couldn't breathe. Abruptly she let go, "Sorry." She crossed the room her eyes glued to the floor. Reaching her bed she turned right back around with a sheepish look, "Forgot my bear."

Wufei stared at her with a bewildered look. He was tired and his mind wasn't working and this just wasn't making any sense. He watched lay down with her back to him, "Talia?"

"Yes?" The response was wary like she was waiting to be yelled at.

"Why were you in my bed sleeping?" His voice held only some of the confusion he was feeling.

She mumbled something in response then turned over to look at him with an apologetic look.

"What'd you say?"

"I missed you. And well, the bed, it smelled like you. And I didn't think you'd be back for a few days at least. And I'm sorry." Her face grew redder as his gaze didn't falter.

"Oh." With that he lay down. In the morning, he'd think about it. Not now though, not now.

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[1] Azrael is actually a fallen angel. Considered to be one of the Angel's of Death or Keeper of the Gates of Hell… and there is your theology lesson for the day!

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