Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Attributes of Love ❯ The Attributes of Love ( Chapter 1 )

Hey guys! I'm back…I've been thinking about some ideas for the next chapter of `Your Clown' so it should be up by the end of this week! Sorry for the wait and I hope in the mean time you can enjoy this fic! Please review, I'm not sure whether I want to continue this yet or not…

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The Attributes of Love

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Running a slim hand through ruffled hair, Heero sighed deeply, and closed his eyes as he flopped down into the make-up chair. "I Just don't see the point. I mean I'm perfectly capable of handling myself." He argued with his petite, blonde manager. Said blonde rolled his aqua eyes, "Yeah. Like how you handled that mob that swarmed you yesterday? Heero, you were half naked by the time we pulled you out of that crowd!" he said exasperatedly "Not to mention you were scratched and bruised from head to toe." he added thoughtfully

The boys slim brows knitted together in concentration. His Arabian manager did have a point, there had been some recent attacks and attempts made on him. Fans these days went psycho when they saw him. He frowned as a make up artist smeared a shiny gloss over his full lips. He hated this stuff, the way it tasted and smelled, and how it would clump together. Sighing when the women batted his hands away as she applied liner over his eyes, the Japanese gave in, "Alright Quatre, you can hire some people. But I don't want a fucking entourage, ok?"

Beaming down at his best friend the blonde nodded, "Gotcha! You'll do great babe. I'll go call the agency and you go perform." He said with a wink and a wave as he shut the door behind him. Eyes still lingering on the closed door Heero only frowned in disgruntlement. The women currently mussing his hair, stopped to spread a glittery body shine all over his arms and chest.

The boy stood up to admire himself in the mirror. He wore black leather, lace-up chaps, black boots, and two black leather armbands, with light blue satin ribbons running through them, which went from his shoulder to his elbow. Giving his reflection an incredulous look at the unsightly amount of skin he was showing, he stuck his tongue out slightly, in a very un-characteristic way and walked out the door onto the dark stage.

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Thousands of voices screaming and chanting could be heard as he looked out into the sea of people. Taking a deep breath, the Japanese smiled sexily as the music began to pulse throughout the stadium and the roaring cheers grew. Having the microphone held up by his ear, Heero placed both hands on the cold metal pole that he had situated his dance routine around. `I know I may be young…' he sang as he swung once around the pole. `But I've got feelings too and I need to do what I feel like doing, so let me go…' he sang swinging, then came to a sudden stop as all the shimmering colors came to a halt on him. `And just listen.'

The crowd swooned, rippling as a massive unit. They screamed with outstretched arms, as the scantily clad boy schimmied across the stage with his other dancers. `All you people look at me like I'm a little boy, well did you ever think it'd be ok for me step into this world?' He asked the crowd as he descended the stage's long staircase. `Always sayin, `little boy don't step into the club well I'm just tryin to find out why, cause dancin's what I love. Now watch me…' he stopped as he stepped off the last step and jumped into the center of the stage.

Sparks of colors exploded as he shook along with his dancers in the center stage. `Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh, get it, get it, get it, get it woah, get it, get it…' he trailed off as his dancers surrounded him rubbing their hands over him languidly, breathing harshly into their microphones. Then they separated in a flash leaving him alone to dance slowly rolling his hips, `I know I may come as quiet, may come off shy. But I feel like talkin', feel like dancin', when I see this girl. What's practical, what's logical. What the hell, who cares? All I know is I'm so happy when your dancing there…'

Heero smirked, springing forward, as flames licked the sides of the stage's railings. Sliding down on his knees he sang, `I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it. I cannot control it' he sang as he swung his head and shoulders around sexually. `I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it, I'm not tryin' to hide it…' He stood up in one fluid motion and rotated his hips and body to the beat, popping his back and hips out from side to side. `Baby don't you wanna dance upon me, to another time and place. Oh baby don't you wanna dance upon me, leavin' behind my name and age.' A thin sheen of sweat was already forming over his forehead, and he shook his bangs out of his eyes with a toss of his head.

Smiling back stage, as he watched the boy dance, Quatre turned to the small girl next to him. "Thank you." He said smiling sweetly as he took the silver cell phone from the girl. Quickly dialing a number from a small white card, he brought the phone to his ear. The phone rang four times, and was answered with a clipped male tone. "Yes, hello? My name's Quatre Winner, and I'm the manager for Heero Yuy." He paused as the receiver spoke to him. "Yes, I will be requiring your services." Yes I'd like three males please, preferably between the ages of eighteen to twenty five." Another pause as the secretary at the other end warned, "Yes I realize they'll be fresh out of the academy. It's fine."

Quatre blinked a few times and shifted his weight from one foot to another. "I would also like some back ground information as well, if it isn't to much trouble." he requested politely. Sighing in relief he spoke, "All right. Thank you. I'll be expecting your delivery ASAP?" he asked. Smiling in obvious satisfaction of the answer he received Quatre thanked the person again and in one motion flipped the cell phone closed.

He grinned in anticipation as he strolled back over to the backstage view. His client and best friend was dancing mezmerizingly across the shimmery stage. Smirking Quatre leaned against the metal beams that held up the auditorium. `I have a feeling these boys are going to change our lives.'

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Hours later, Heero was panting and drinking a bottle of water as a woman wiped him down with a towel. "So Quat, when can we expect the beefcakes?" he asked sarcastically. Frowning at the comment Quatre shot back, "Don't be like that. There being sent to help you Heero."

The brunette sighed as he tossed the now empty bottle into a nearby trashcan. He walked purposely past his blonde manager, and without a word slammed the door to the room. Quatre's lips pursed together as he tapped one foot on the ground in an agitated motion. Minutes later the small singer waltzed angrily back into the room.

Hiding a smile the Arabian spoke, "What's wrong? A massive mob of fans blocking the stage exit?" he asked with false innocence. "Shut up." His client muttered sharply. "Hn, Whatever Heero, you need these boys and you know it. If anything one of them could at least be hot as hell." He offered.

Drumming his fingers on the arms of his chair, the Japanese sat for a moment in thought, "Well I suppose it can't be that bad." He mumbled. "That's the spirit!" Quatre chirped. "You still never answered my question." At the confused look, Heero elaborated, "When are they coming?" Blinking and nodding Quatre smiled, "The agency was quite prompt they promised to be delivered tomorrow at five am on the dot." Two thin brows raised, "Five? In the morning?!" Heero exclaimed.

"Yes, the man was quite specific. They just graduated recently and they're all nineteen. They'll be wearing casual clothing so as not to attract attention." Heero nodded slowly, listening, "I see. So they're coming to the hotel then?" The blonde merely nodded as his cell phone rang. "Quatre Winner." He spoke professionally, "Ok, yes, thank you." He ended the brief conversation, and looked up to hi best friend. "Let's go."

By the time the two boys ended up back at their five-star hotel, they were ready to go straight to bed. Stumbling into the room, Heero blinked, sleepily looking around the room, searching for… there it was the red flashing numbers that told him that it was…

He sighed three o'clock in the morning. Groaning loudly Heero plopped down on his lavish white bed. `Those oversized, and probably overprotective idiots are going to be here in two hours'. He thought to himself as he watched the bathroom light flick off, and the dark shadow of Quatre slowly scoot across the room. `Oh God what have I agreed to?' was his last thought as he felt his bangs being swept aside and a chaste kiss was placed on his forehead.

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Heero jerked slightly as three loud, crisp knocks echoed throughout his hotel room. His bright blue eyes opened a crack, scanning the hotel room. No other sounds were heard except for the quiet breathing of Quatre. Closing his eyes once more, Heero's pink tongue darted out as he licked his lips, and rolled over snuggling deeper into the comforter. Only seconds later three more knocks were heard, and this time both Quatre and Heero shot straight up in bed.

Swaying slightly from his sudden spring, Heero's large eyes blinked slowly as he looked around the room. The drapes were drawn and under them there was no light peeking in from the windows. Quatre's halo of platinum hair was fluffed, as his cloudy eyes slowly averted to the small clock next to his bed. Suddenly the fog lifted and brilliant aquamarine's widened. "OH SHIT!" Quatre nearly screeched, the outburst making Heero jump in surprise.

The little blonde jumped out of his endless sheets, only to land rather ungracefully in a heap on the hotel floor. Holding in his laughter, and blinking at the loud thud Heero leaned over the edge of his bed smiling, "What's wrong?" he asked simply. Just then the hotel door flew open and three tall youths flew into the room. The mop of chocolate turned in a flash as blue eyes widened in fear and surprise. Finally emerging from underneath the blankets and pillows, Quatre blinked looking up to see three boys who looked no older then him.

"Heero, meet your new body guards." He grinned looking each boy from head to toe. Frowning suddenly in realization, Heero insulted the three youths in front of him. "I knew it. They're just three idiots who can beat the shit out of anyone, and they don't even look that buff." Quatre's light brows furrowed, "Now Heero that's no way to introduce yourself. I'm sure they're not idiots."

Dark blue eyes rolled, "Look what they did to the damn door! That's hotel property you know!" He glared at the three boys, but also grudgingly admired them. These three were handsome and positively screamed sexy. Blinking at that thought he only frowned deeper, asking, "What are your names?"

The second tallest stepped forward, he had a grin like he owned the world and he knew it too. His long honey-colored hair was bound in a beautiful braid, down his strong back. He had broad shoulders, and defined arms; his waist was lean, and his legs long and slender. He had a heart-shaped face with a bedazzling grin. His eyes, however, were what caught the young singer's attention. They were a peculiar shade of azure blue with tones of violet; they seemed to sparkle iridescently, like they were hiding a secret. "My names Duo Maxwell, and I'm here to protect you, Heero Yuy." He said smoothly with a wink.

Heero blinked slowly, raising an eyebrow at the boy's suave attitude, "Hn, you?" he said to the shorter Asian boy, completely dismissing the braided boy. The shorter boy stepped forward bowing slightly, "Chang, Wufei." He said in a sharp tone. Heero's eyes roamed over the boy appraisingly. His small boxy body complemented him. He was muscular, but slim, with bronze skin and tight, defined muscles. He was the shortest out of the three, but still taller then Quatre and Heero by a few good inches. His slanted coffee colored eyes shined, rimmed by dark long lashes, he had a large mouth, with full lips, and high Asiatic cheekbones. His jet-black hair was loose and swayed in short layers around his face.

Nodding in response to the bow Heero turned finally to the tallest of the three and merely looked at him, waiting for an introduction. The slender youth stepped forward, and nodded at the two boys in front of him. "Quatre Winner, Heero Yuy, My name is Trowa Barton." He said with a quiet but strong voice. Looking the boy from head to toe, both Heero and Quatre took in the youth's willowy figure. He was tall and thin, but not without build. He had an olive skin tone, and a sharp face, with small but long lips, a sloped nose, and piercing green eyes, surrounded by thick auburn lashes.

Heero nodded to himself in approval, indeed all of his bodygaurds were attractive, but were they skilled in the department in which they had been hired? Slightly miffed at being dismissed so flippantly, Duo turned flaring eyes to his new client. "We're not idiots." He intoned. "We were simply reacting to a shout and a curious thud. Plus it took you long enough to answer the door." He said trying to keep his voice in check.

Turning back to face his braided protector, Heero glared slightly in annoyance, "Your assumptions were incorrect." He said in a clipped tone and walked out of the room straight-backed. The braided boy gritted his teeth, his right hand forming into a tight fist in an attempt to conceal his frustration. He stomped out to the opposite side of the room to find a restroom.

Looking from one side of the room to the other, Quatre sighed, "Please forgive Heero. He grudgingly excepted bodygaurds in the first place. I suppose he feels weak having you around, but once you get to know him he's a really sweet boy." He smiled a soft smile up at the two remaining boys. Trowa nodded, trying to keep from staring at the angelic boy before him. He'd never seen such beautiful innocence. Kindness and understanding radiated off the beautiful young man, and Trowa was finding it difficult to breathe.

Wufei on the other hand was having trouble of his own from keeping the corners of his mouth straight. `First someone finally tells that moron, Maxwell off and now Trowa's seems to have become smitten with our employers manager. This is just too perfect.' Looking to the ground he began to examine the room and decided to follow his braided comrade into the back rooms of the suite.

Smiling sheepishly at being alone with the taller boy Quatre extended his arm and took a seat on his bed. "So tell me where you're from…"

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TBC…

Hehe sooo didja like it??? I know Heero is coming off as bratty and I don't really like the way it came out but he'll change in the next few chapters once he becomes used to his new bodygaurds! Pleeeease review!! I need it! Should I continue? Send in your ideas!