Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Attributes of Love ❯ The Attributes of Love ( Chapter 2 )

AHAHA!! Hooray more chapters! OMG you guys hah! I had the best idea for the this chapter since a lot of you protested about Britney spears song ((though you KNOW Heero saying he's a slave for you is SO hot)) I was going to make this next song he sings by none other then HILARY DUFF! Ahahah wow I found that quite funny. Yeah just thought I'd tell you what I COULD'VE done to you….

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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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Heero huffed as he paced back and forth in the living room of his penthouse suite for about the hundredth time, "That idiot. Trying to give me an excuse for his stupid mistake." He muttered to himself, with his arms crossed over his chest indignantly. His brows creased deeply in a hard, concentrated look as he flopped down on the couch. `Ugh' his mind supplied him with an exasperated grunt, `What's wrong with me? That longhaired idiot annoys me so much, but…' He paused hoping the next train of thought would never come. Too bad for him, it did, `but I like him…' He blinked, his blue eyes were large like saucers as he thought about the implications of that last thought. As he sat there, visions of long tresses and fiery violet eyes danced unwittingly in his head.

He sighed, throwing his head back against the soft couch and bringing the heels of his palms up to rub his eyes, "What am I thinking?" he muttered, not expecting an answer. He cleared his throat and sighed, siting up to walk into the bedroom again where he hoped his braided bodyguard would not be.

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Trowa took a cautious seat next to his boss, and smiled slightly, "Well I'm from France, but English is my first language." Crystal clear, blues widened, "You speak French?" he asked excitedly. The other chuckled lightly, "Oui." He answered. Quatre nearly swooned, `not only is this guy gorgeous, intelligent, and strong, but he also speaks the language of love!'

Realizing his thoughts had carried him away, and there had been a short awkward silence, Quatre stuttered looking down, "Wow that's amazing. I speak Arabic, because, you probably couldn't tell, but I'm from Saudi Arabia." The other nodded appreciatively, "That's interesting. As a bodyguard we're required to be at east trilingual."

Quatre nodded, his platinum bangs swaying, he opened his mouth to comment, "What languages do you speak?" A new softer voice broke in. Deep hunter eyes blinked, and moved to look quickly over to the small singer; Quatre had jumped in surprise at the question, but he had heard the boy walking into the room. "English, German, French, and Spanish." He answered simply, keeping his eyes focused on the boy across the room.

Heero nodded, skidding lazily across the carpet, to stand in front of the two seated closely on the bed. Curious at the closeness of the pair, Heero tested the waters by swiftly squeezing inbetween the two, careful to take in the others' expressions. Quatre's bright eyes flashed, and strange look crossed his face, but Trowa's eyes merely shined with a hidden glint. Throwing himself back on the bed, once he was seated, Heero smirked. Quatre's face was all the evidence he needed. It seems his best friend has a thing for his new bodyguard.

Silence had permeated the room, and in an effort to squelch it, Quatre opened his mouth once more to speak, only this time the other, oriental bodyguard came strolling into the room to look at the strange scene on the bed. Trowa, he noted, was currently sitting, rather uncomfortably close to his new boss, whilst having his new clients body partially strewn over his leg. The small blonde manager didn't look too happy either, he noticed with small interest. As the raven-haired boy tried to walk out of the room unnoticed his manager stopped him mid step.

"Wufei," he called suddenly, hoping to stop the boy, which he did. "Trowa tells us you must speak at least three languages to become a bodyguard." Finally, the other turned, from facing away to the three on the bed. Smiling at the shift Quatre took it as encouragement and continued, "Well-What languages do you speak?" he queried in a rush, trying not to slur the words together.

The slender boy held in a sigh, and the urge to glare heavenward, as he slowly walked back toward the bed, and grudgingly took a seat next to Trowa. "I speak Mandarin, Vietnamese, Thai, English, and Japanese." Both Quatre and Heero couldn't help but widen their eyes in amazement. This boy spoke five different and difficult languages. "Whoa…" Quatre breathed, then the realization hit him and he grinned excitedly, "Heero speaks Japanese too!"

Dark eyes blinked slowly, "Honto ni?" he asked looking at the figure lying carelessly on the bed. Silence was his only answer for a long drawn out minute until finally a soft, "Hai, Chang-san." Was heard. Full red lips stretched slightly in an appreciative smile, and the other nodded in respect. Quatre smiled, glad the two had a common ground, and Heero would have someone who understood those tantrums he went into in Japanese.

At that moment however, violet eyes flashed through his mind, reminding him of a third bodyguard, "Where's Duo?" the small blonde asked to no one imparticular. An ever-so quiet disapproving noise was made from the sheets, Trowa simply shrugged, and Wufei merely looked pointedly to the back room, where the boy in question had stomped off to earlier. Quatre turned his head, pursing his lips together, "Well," he worried his lower lip, "Why doesn't he come out here and talk with us?"

A nearly silent, disapproving snort was heard from within the folds of the sheets. Trowa's eyes merely flickered to his client for half a second before focusing once again on the blond, "I think he's still a little peeved about the encounter with Heero earlier."

At this blonde brows furrowed angrily, as Quatre's eyes flashed towards Heero, "You made him mad Heero, and now he doesn't even want to talk." The blonde half whined half scolded. The Japanese made a snide `ch' sound, "Good riddance." He muttered. Wufei's eyes flashed as millions of thoughts ran through his head at the others reaction to his braided friend. Only becoming more flustered by the second, the manager demanded, "Go over there and apologize, or at least invite him to talk with us."

Hearing this singer became indignant, "Pssh, no way." At the response his aquamarine eyes widened, `Heero's acting strange…' Quatre wondered to himself. "Fine. Since you're obviously not mature enough, I'll go talk to him." Saying this, and getting his point across, the Arabian stiffly walked into the far room, disappearing behind the door.

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Blowing chestnut bangs out of his angry eyes, Duo slammed his fist into his open palm in an angry motion, "That snotty-ass brat." He growled lowly. "He thinks because he's so famous and rich and beautiful that he can…" What the? The bodyguard stopped his vent immediately, and looked to see Wufei leaning casually against the wall with a secretive smile lining his lips. `Fuck did I just say beautiful? I think my client is beautiful?!' he nearly yelled in his head. Rolling his eyes heavenward, Duo sighed, `Jesus help me!' he bemoaned.

Looking up at the smug Chinese, Duo's lip curled in disgust at the face he encountered, "Wipe that smirk off your damn face." He barked. The other merely raised both brows, but continued to smile. The braided boy held the grumble in his throat down, and stomped over to the other, "Now wait one Goddamned minute! I only said that because the entire female population of the universe thinks that not me!" he seethed, trying to keep his voice low.

The smaller bodyguard closed his eyes, as the other got into his face, "It's alright Maxwell." He said. The other smiled smugly, "Damn straight." Wufei continued, "I mean if you're attracted to him you could always just say so." The other was nodding to himself as he heard the last comment, and flung his arms out to either side of him, "Shut up Fei! I do NOT like him, ok? I mean What about Hilde?"

The raven-haired boy shrugged, "What about her? If you don't like Heero why should you be so worried, much less defensive." The other brought his arms in quickly and crossed them over his chest, "I'm NOT being defensive." The other shrugged with one shoulder, his arms crossed as well, "Ok." Was all he said.

Throwing himself onto a couch, he brought his fingers to his face rubbing at his forehead. He groaned aloud as some voices could be heard a little outside the wall. He could hear Trowa and the nice blonde he'd be working for talking. He looked to Wufei who had his eyes closed and was leaning against the wall quietly, looking serious. `He's listening to them.' With that thought the violet-eyed boy leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and leaned on his hands, with his eyes closed, listening.

He could hear them discussing the blonde- Quatre's background, as well as Trowa's and talking about the language challenge all potential bodyguards had to face. Suddenly another voice was heard that made Duo's spine stiffen, the brat had reentered and was asking about the languages. His eyes flashed open, his concentration broken as the teen across the room pushed himself off the wall and walked into the other room.

Frowning, and feeling a little rejected, Duo leaned back and decided to lay down on the couch, and try to continue eavesdropping. His eyes roamed all around the ceiling as he listened to Wufei tell the others about the languages he spoke, and then heard the manager ask about him surprisingly. He blinked a little taken aback by the others concern, then frowned angrily hearing the comments made by the small singer.

Hearing the small manager coming in to look for him he quickly turned into the couch, feigning sleep. Not a moment later he felt a small hand rub his shoulder hesitantly, "Duo?" was whispered cautiously, and the boy sat up, merely blinking in surprise. "Yes?" he smiled up blearily, "Is something the matter?" he asked becoming more alert. Aqua eyes softened as the boy held out his pale hands in a calming motion, "No, no we were just wondering if you'd like to come talk with us." He asked

Duo blinked then smiled, "Sure." He said as he sat up and stood slowly stretching off the couch. Looking down on the blonde he realized just how short the other was, and grinned strutting into the other room with his boss close behind.

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"Hey guys." Duo waved as he entered the room, noting that both Trowa and Wufei were next to each other on the bed, and the random lump must be Heero. Deciding to take a seat on the opposite bed, away from the Japanese, he grinned, "So what were ya'll talking about?"

Trowa turned to look at him after watching Quatre sit on the bed once more, "We were discussing the languages we speak." Duo nodded to himself, "Ah, yeah. Being a bodyguard you're required to speak at least three." He reiterated. Quatre nodded smiling, glad that the other wasn't angry about earlier, "That's what Wufei and Trowa were saying. What languages do you speak?"

Dazzling white teeth flashed in a showy grin, "Glad you asked! I speak-" he held out his fingers and began to count on them, "English, German, Portuguese, Italian, French, and Japanese." He grinned broadly, proud of the impressive list, "HA! Beat that Mr. Scholar." He taunted at Wufei who merely kept looking forward, speaking straight-faced, "I can read, write, and translate all my languages. You can only speak them." The American shrugged humming to himself, "So what."

Quatre giggled, "That's amazing Duo! You can speak six languages." The other merely grinned wider at the adoration, "I know." He nodded. "You know what else? Heero speaks Japanese too." The small Arabian smiled sweetly. Duo merely hummed, not wanting to acknowledge the other just yet.

Sighing at the cold reception of his comment Quatre's shoulders slumped, "Uhm-" he stuttered trying to keep the conversation alive without much success. Luckily Duo threw in a comment, "So Quat, When's our next gig? Or are you two planning on going somewhere today?" he asked casually. Quatre smiled gratefully, "Actually Heero's next concert will be in three days. Until then there will be autograph signings, photo shoots, and other publicity stuff we'll hafta cram in."

Duo nodded, listening carefully, "Ok, Are you planning on going anywhere today? It's only eight." Wufei nodded, "From now on we'll have to be with you and Heero, more particularly Heero, almost every moment out in public." Quatre nodded looking to the Chinese. "That's right." Trowa nodded, "Even when you go out to eat we'll have to be at least a few tables down."

Suddenly the sheets were thrown back and a sigh echoed in the room, "See Quatre? They've become an entourage. Everywhere we go they'll be. I won't be able to go to the bathroom without someone watching me!" he complained. Quatre sighed, "Heero, you already can't go to the bathroom without someone watching you. The paparrazi's everywhere." The other's blue eyes merely looked away angrily as the sheet was shoved over his face once more.

"We won't be with you all the time, just most of the time." Trowa attempted. "Don't even try Trowa," Duo said cockily, "The kid's obviously made up his mind to make this a living hell for everyone." Suddenly the sheets were once again thrust back and the livid face of Heero Yuy appeared.

"EXCUSE me?" he intoned edgily. Violet eyes stared him down steadily, "You heard me." Deep midnight eyes narrowed dangerously, as Heero leaned forward, "Oh I HEARD you, but I'm not sure I quite heard you correctly." The other said in a deadly tone. Bringing his hand up to gesture Heero glared murderously, "Did you just say I'M going to make this a living hell for everyone?"

The other brought his hand up to his face, examining his nails lackadaisically, "Pretty sure that's exactly what I said." He said in a cajoling tone. The singer grit his teeth preparing to fight this idiot with tooth and nail, "No, no no." He chanted quickly, "You're mistaken, I'M pretty sure that YOU'RE the one who's going to make this a living hell."

Those gorgeous eyes lifted in a flash, "Are you sure about that? Because I'm pretty sure that I'm the one that came here to protect your scrawny ass, and all you've done his gripe and whine like some spoiled bitch!" Heero gasped and room became deathly silent, no one dared to move as Duo looked coolly across the room, and Heero gawked back at him for the insult.

After realizing what had been said to him, and noting with grim disgust that the comment had hurt him, Heero growled nearly leaping at the braided boy, "Why you…" he stopped reaching for the other youth on the opposite bed as he was held back by a struggling Trowa. "Let me go!" he yelled baring his teeth and reaching for the other boy, "How dare you?!" he yelled angrily to the other who simply sat smiling at him a few feet out of reach.

Duo leaned forward, beleaguering the smaller boy, "What's wrong does the truth hurt?" Quatre frowned, the braided boy was right in the beginning but now he was just being mean. "Duo." He said quietly, but firmly, "That's enough. You're being rude." Duo blinked then looked down in embarrassment, as Heero sat back and merely pouted.

"Now I know you two have your differences, but if you're going to work successfully you need to at least grow up and try to work together." Wufei nodded, watching the progression of the fight and feeling ashamed of his friend's and his client's lack of maturity.

Duo sighed, hearing his cutting words reverberate in his head, "You're right, Quat. I'm sorry to have offended you, Heero. I was rude, and I should have chosen a different way to talk to you." Heero only looked down, still angry, and feeling a deep sense of hurt welling in his chest. Unable to look at the other boy, the Japanese merely turned around and walked rigidly into the bathroom, closing the door quickly.

Breathing out loudly Duo brought his palm to the back of his head, and look bashfully at the others, "Sorry guys. I don't know what came over me. I've never acted like this before." Quatre smiled a little, but genuinely, "It's alright, I understand. At least you tried to make it better." The other merely shrugged, "Yeah, but how can you forgive what I said? Now Heero will hate me."

The Arabians eyes grew sad, as he felt for the youth across from him, "No, Heero just needs time. He'll open up eventually." Looking up hopefully, Duo nodded, and a small smile graced his lips in determination, "What does he like?"

Quatre blinked at the random question, "Like?" he could only ask. The boy nodded exuberantly, "Yeah, like flower-wise or gift-wise." Recognition dawned in the clear blue eyes, "Oh…uhm he likes Sakura because it reminds him of Japan. He loves Japanese sweets, especially chocolate or strawberry flavored stuff." Duo nodded and sat straight, pulling his legs over the side of the bed, and letting them dangle.

Trowa's eyes twinkled as he watched the avid interest in his friend's eyes, and looked back to admire the fair blonde next him. Wufei smiled and closed his eyes leaning back, `Maybe Maxwell can fix this.'

TBC…..

GRR…HAPPY VALENTINE'S sorry for taking so long. Math is so dumb…blah. Anyway I hope you like this chapter I worked hard on it so please review for me? Thank you and I love you all!

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