Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of Laurel K. Hamilton.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), I should probably add angst, NICE RELENA

The Elements Chapter 11

Heero reached his floor without incident, but Milliardo stopped him before he got in his room.

"Why aren't you at dinner?" Milliardo asked him. He was standing behind Heero--too close behind--while Heero was trying to unlock his door. The man looked down at him with an expression that could only be described as lecherous.

Heero swallowed nervously; the R.A. made him uncomfortable. "I-I'm eating later. I'm going on a date, and he promised to feed me." Heero fumbled for his key, and finally fit it in the lock. "Anyway, I was told students are only required to eat two meals a day in the cafeteria, and I already did."

"Yes, that is the rule," Milliardo said. He seemed about to leave Heero alone, but before he did, he said: "By the way, who is your date?"

"Wufei Chang," he said without a second thought. He hoped that Milliardo would leave now.

"I hope the two of you have much fun tonight," Milliardo said, patting Heero condescendingly on the shoulder. The he left, and Heero quickly opened his door and flew into his room, slamming the door behind him.

***

Milliardo stalked away from the beautiful Heero Yuy, enraged that Wufei would dare to try to take what he had already marked as his. He had branded the boy yesterday by showing him to the cafeteria. Anybody who knew Milliardo know that he only showed boys he wanted for himself to the cafeteria. He might as well have pissed on the boy, marking his territory like a dog.

Milliardo went into his lush private bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He sat on his queen size bed, and thought about what he could do to get Heero away from Chang and into his arms. Milliardo smirked as the perfect plan came to him.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number he had come to know by heart. "Hello, are Alex and Mueller there?' he asked. Milliardo's smirk widened as he waited for his lackeys to come to the phone.

If Chang wanted a pissing contest, Milliardo would give him one he'd never forget.

***

Wufei rushed around his room, making sure everything was ready for tonight. Unfortunately, it was. Wufei sighed as he sat on his bed. With everything ready--he was dressed, all the food was in his car, and he had the tickets to the carnival--there was nothing for him to do until he picked up Heero.

Wufei sighed as happily as he thought about Heero. His lush lips, perfect skin, and a body to die for were enough to make anybody (male, female, hermaphrodite, asexual alien being) want him. And his appearance was definitely one of the reasons that Wufei wanted him; however, his heart was really drew Wufei to Heero.

Wufei remembered one day, when they were at camp, that completely summed up for him why he so desperately loved Heero. And he did love him, had ever since that day.

Probably two weeks into camp, before the whole kissing fiasco, a new boy showed up. He was about Wufei's age, short, and skinny. He had long hair, braces, and a ton of zits. In short, he was just the type of boy people liked to pick on.

Sure enough, one day Wufei came across the boy getting beat up by three older boys. Wufei was about to walk away--they were too big for him to fight--when Heero showed up. The eleven year-old stepped between the new boy and the older boys, saying something. Wufei couldn't hear what Heero said, he was too far away, but he could see the older goons strike him.

They hit Heero several times until, suddenly, through his rage, they didn't seem too big for Wufei to fight anymore. He rushed in and held them off Heero until Hero's brothers (who were always close by) came to the rescue. Wufei got down next to Heero, who was laying on the ground coughing up blood. He was about to ask him how he was, but before he could, Heero asked him something.

"Is he okay?" Heero had asked, in reference to the new boy. That was when Wufei fell in love with Heero. When he was more worried about a boys whose name he didn't even know than he was about himself, while he was hurt and coughing up blood. Wufei sighed again as he thought about how kind and warm and giving Heero was.

***

Trowa sat on the toilet lid in his and Quatre's bathroom. He put his face in his hands, and worried over what to tell Heero. He knew that he would have to answer the other boy's question sometime (after all, fair is fair), but he didn't want Heero to hate him.

The circumstances of his birth were not pretty--his mother died giving birth to him. Trowa was the result of a forced coupling between a male nymph--the original protector of Trowa's tree--and a female human. He loathed himself for that, for being the product of rape, and he expected that anyone else would, too.

The door to the bedroom opened, pulling Trowa from his musings. He stood up and went to greet his roommate. "Hello, Quatre," he said to the blond lying on the bed.

"Hello to you, too, Trowa," Quatre replied, his voice muffled because he was talking face-down into his pillow. Quatre sat up, bringing his pillow with him and hugging it to his chest. "Why weren't you at supper?"

Trowa debate whether to tell Quatre the truth or to lie to him, but eventually he decided to be honest. There was no way he could lie to his angel. "I was talking to Heero. You know, the new kid. I didn't expect to talk so long, though." Trowa sat down on his own bed, and pulled his knees up to hug them.

"Oh," Quatre said. "Don't let Duo know that you were fraternizing with the "enemy". He might label you a "traitor" like Wufei." Quatre stood up and moved over to sit by Trowa, leaving his pillow behind.

"Yeah," Trowa said, trying to scoot closer to Quatre and away from him at the same time. "We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"No, we wouldn't." Quatre put a hand on Trowa's cheek, turning the latter's face to him. Quatre looked up at Trowa, his lips begging to be kissed. Quatre rubbed his thumb over Trowa's cheek before asking: "Where do you go at night?"

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