Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Rave ❯ The Rave ( Chapter 1 )

The Rave

 

Amongst the lights, smoke, and the mass of sweaty people was two people. No one of any real significance, not in this crowd anyway. The beat was fast, the people many.

In this sea of inky black, bright neon glow sticks, and strobe lights as a fast growing circle. All to watch two people dance.

One wore black leather boots; instead of laces he wore crimson glow sticks. His pants were baggy black jeans that screamed Hot Topic. His shirt long since discarded. About his neck hung a black silk choker. His hands, nearly always above his head held two more crimson glow sticks. Holding these glowing bars was a pair of nearly feminine hands decked out in black fingerless gloves with studs on his knuckles. To finish it off his hair had crimson glow sticks weaved into it's braid, all tied by a black silk ribbon as it whipped around his sweaty body.

The other, being the first's partner in this seductive, fast beat music, was no less enchanting. He wore black boots, much like the firsts. Though as one looked further up the wrapping changed. This second was an exotic treat. Skintight leather adorned the graceful legs and tight ass of this beauty. Well-built chest and arms were to be seen till one got to the neck, a spiked leather collar was there. This held a dog tag that was unreadable to those observing. Finally his hair was mussed and sticking to his face rather like he had just stepped out of the shower.

The club wasn't old but far from new. For it to house such beautiful creatures seemed like a crime. For it allowed these seductive beings to live from open to close then open again, inside it's cigarette filled belly.

Finally the clock struck its time of close and all frivolous movement. The two bodies finally stopped and took a good look at each other.

The first thing that caught Duo's attention, Mr. Crimson (now cherry red looking) himself, was his partner's navel specifically the jewelry that hung there. A small ring that showed what looked like a winged apple while dancing turned out to be a silver crown with wings. "Name's Duo Maxell." He said still pressed against the other boy.

"Heero Yuy. Excellent dancing Duo." Duo grinned as they both started to shuffle to a sofa, at the edge of the dance floor. "Shouldn't we be leaving? They're closing." Heero said not really wanting to move. Duo pouted, "Do we have to?" '

"We can go sit in my car." Heero suggested. Duo seemed to think about the proposal before nodding his head.

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As with all clubs it seemed to me an unwritten rule to be either A) high or B) drunk. It seemed that both club goers had chosen B. Though not wasted or trashed they were not sober or tipsy, yet in that limbo of knowing what they were doing, yet not caring or having control of their actions.

As they walked out of the club, they were pelted with rain. It sobered them slightly, but not much. They made it to the car, but as soon as Duo stepped off the curb he slipped and hit his head. This sufficiently made Heero sober up, for Duo was now unconscious.