Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 21 ( Chapter 21 )

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. The Sidhe, the way I use them, are Laurel K. Hamilton's interpretation of the faeries from mythology. If I use Hands of Power, which I might, they are the creation of Laurel K. Hamilton, too.

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 Chapter 18, 3x1 lemon, but don't worry, it's just sex.

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The Elements

Chapter 21

Oberon entered the dormitory room, and using his hosts knowledge, went straight to Heero's closet. He and Ira were going to a club--a Sidhe club--so he needed something appropriately slutty to wear. Oberon rummaged through the closet, searching for dark, tight-fitting clothes, preferably leather or silk.

There was nothing in the closet, or rather, nothing wearable. All Heero had was school uniforms and jeans. The only outfit even *remotely* wearable was dirty. The low slung jeans (which, the host supplied, had been worn the previous night) were laying crumpled, in a heap on the floor. Oberon sighed, almost giving up and going to the roomate's--//Duo//, the host said--closet to find something appropriate.

Then, he remembered something. //I'm Earth//, he thought. //It doesn't fucking matter what he has; I'll just change it.//

Mind made up, Oberon grabbed the first outfit he saw--a uniform--and threw it on the bed. He unbuttoned his pants and shimmied out of them, taking off the rest of his clothes with them. He threw them in a corner somewhere.

Oberon pulled on the clean pants, pleased to find that, although hideously plain, they hugged his form in almost all of the right places. Oberon ran his hands over the pants and thought of leather. Black leather. The suppleness of it. The sexiness of it. The way it sounded when he walked. Slowly, the cotton material began to change. The pants tightened, molded to perfectly fit his body. The color darkened, the light khaki seeming to soak up light until it was the blackest of black. The cotton blurred under Oberon's palms, becoming thicker, richer, smoother--leather.

The change complete, Oberon straightened and surveyed himself. He liked what he saw. The pants were a perfect fit; they hugged him just right, cupping his ass, making is look even more attractive--if that was possible.

Yes, he looked good, but he wasn't done yet. Oberon picked up the shirt on the bed--a plain, everyday, white, button-up shirt--and slipped it on his thin shoulders, not bothering to button it. He closed his eyes and, again, ran his hands over the fabric, imagining that it was sleeker, darker.

Images popped into Oberon's mind--black, silk, sex. The top of the shirt crawled across his chest, seeking out its end. The cloth found itself and knitted together, buttons popping off and falling to the floor, no longer needed. It stopped re-knitting above his belly button, leaving a full five inches of his stomach exposed. The collar of the shirt lengthened, melting into the rest of the shirt, forming a boatneck. The sleeves tightened around Oberon's arms and grew to a point, ending at his knuckles. Finally, the shirt darkened to a deep purple, almost black, color.

Oberon opened his eyes and looked at himself. Satisfied with his appearance, he looked for boots in the host's closet. Surprisingly, a relatively good, black pair was in there. Oberon put them on and was pleased to find that they made him a couple of inches taller.

There was a knock at the door, and Oberon went to answer it. He opened the door to find Ira standing there, exactly fifteen minutes after Oberon had come into his room. Ira was wearing jeans--completely not appropriate for the Leannan Sidhe--but that didn't matter. He wasn't going to make it inside, anyway.

"Hi," Oberon said, licking his lips. "You ready to go, sexy?"

***

Wufei stalked out of his room, intent on mangling/murdering Milliardo. He shoved people out of his way, barely registering that they were even there. Then, Wufei came to one person that, no matter how hard Wufei pushed, would not move. He seemed rooted to the spot, staring at something. Wufei gave up trying to move the boy--a massive senior; if he didn't want to move, he wasn't moving--and looked in the direction his face was pointing.

Wufei's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out; it probably would've been quite comical in any other situation. Heero was standing in front of his door, in the sexiest, sluttiest, *hottest* clothes Wufei had ever seen. *God*, he looked like a bronze Adonis--he was pure sex, come to life. In front of Heero stood Ira Gold, the sleaziest player in school. it was well known that he would do anything for a fuck, even if the other person didn't particularly want to.

And Heero was...touching him. Rubbing his fingers through his hair, patting him lightly on the arm. Wufei's blood boiled at the sight. Heero was his! Or rather, he would be, after the whole mess about the poster was cleared up. Wufei couldn't stand it anymore when Ira's palm brushed Heero's cheek--nobody was allowed to touch *his* Heero!--and he stalked over to the pair, pushing any and everybody out of his way until he stood before them.

"Heero," he started, intending to tell him everything and not wait until he could get Milliardo to confess, like he had planned. "It was--"

"Milliardo," Heero said, taking his hands off Ira. "I know, Wufei. I knew all along. I should probably thank him, don't you think? After all, he did give me the perfect opportunity to get way from you, and into the arms of a *real* man."

Wufei's mind was reeling. Heero *knew* the whole time, and he still left? //But then, if he knew, why would he accuse me? Why would he break things off with me? For *this* cretin? Surely not.//

"Now, if you'll excuse me, Chang," Heero said, wrapping his arms around Ira's waist, "I have to go. I have a date."

With that, they left, leaving Wufei to stare after them.

***

//--Five, six, seven, eight. Breath. One, two, three...// Duo pumped his hands on Trowa's chest, trying to get his friend to breathe. //Come on, Trowa. Don't die, please don't die. Why the *fuck* didn't I pay more attention in First Aid class?//

Duo had been doing this ever since Relena left, however long ago *that* was. Trowa still wasn't responding. Not one breath, not one beat of his heart, nothing. Duo was almost ready to give up; his friend was going to die because he didn't know how to give CPR properly. It was almost funny--would be if it wasn't so damn serious.

Duo couldn't help it; he started laughing. One of his best friends was going to die because he didn't pay attention in class. //How's that for irony? People are supposed to kill *me* for goofing off; I'm not supposed to kill *them* because of it.//

Duo threw up his head and laughed loudly. He knew he was hysterical, but he couldn't help it. //Hey, maybe my laughing will let the EMTs know where we are.// That thought made Duo laugh even harder, for some reason.

Duo opened his eyes--he didn't even remember closing them--and almost screamed. Fuck that, he shrieked like a little girl hell-bent on breaking some glass. Not three feet away from Duo stood--er, floated-- a red, circular...window, for lack of a better term. It didn't touch the ground; instead, it hovered about eighteen inches above it. Inside the window, a creature looked out at Duo. It was about three feet tall and looked reptilian in nature. Its face looked like that of a shaved pit bull, only not as pretty, and its ears--at least, what Duo thought were its ears--stretched down to its knees. It stood on two legs and was a muted green. Kind of like the color most kitchen appliances were in the '70s.

The creature jumped toward the window, and Duo screamed again. It didn't make it through, though. The creature was almost there when the window just kind of...dissolved. It was there one minute, and then, with a *pop*, it was gone.

Duo giggled. It was just so *funny*. //I must be crazy. I just saw a big, dog-looking thing in a floating window in the middle of the forest. What *have* I been smoking?//

Duo barely noticed when the medics arrived. He was too for gone in his hysterics--all he heard were bits and pieces of what they said. He was relieved when one of them shot him up with something, and he was released into la-la land.

Selune