Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Song ❯ Singing ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Triton simply sat there on the floor though he was bursting with curiosity about the new song Duo was writing, he knew that the braided man hated it when people looked at his work before he felt it was ready. And he especially disliked it when people looked at it without asking first, didn’t matter if you were his best friend or not. But the fact that Duo hadn’t even bothered to get dressed before the inspiration hit had the green eyed man more than curious. He watched as Duo moved off to get the new lyrics and grinned at the sight of the tattoo, remembering the day he’d obtained it. Triton’s own tattoo from that day was also never seen by anyone else even though it sat just below the collar of most of his shirts wrapping itself around his spine between his shoulder blades. His was a dragon as well, but while Duo’s was in shades of purple, silver, grey, black and blue – Triton’s was more metallic. His own dragon was Eastern in style and wrapped around in on itself in shades of black, white, silver, dark and light grey and sapphire blue, it held a purple orb in its claws as its yellow eyes stared out at the world. Honestly it had tickled rather badly when he got it, but he’d never admit to that. Duo was rather angry that neither him nor WuFei were hurt by their tattoos, since with his sensitive skin his had hurt pretty badly. But Triton’s had tickled and he’d had a really hard time not flinching because of it. And WuFei was far too used to getting tattoos to really care about his own. However the black mass of Ancient Chinese calligraphy that wrapped itself into the form of a dragon on the man’s left shoulder was nothing to scoff at.

Thinking about the tattoos had taken his mind off of the song sitting on the couch in front of him long enough for Duo to come back out of his room with the lyrics for the band’s newest song. “Here they are.” Duo came back and sat on the couch again, handing the pages to Triton.

Triton reached out and took the four or five pieces of paper and looked them over. Duo had changed the lyrics in a couple of places, mostly just switching lines around to fit the music better. It also seemed like he’d put into consideration the differing paces at which the singers had to take a breath. Triton grinned, “So,” He called out, since Duo had taken his guitar and the song he’d been working on back to his room and the green eyed man could hear him gathering things up, probably to take a shower. “You’ve got me singing first now? Won’t that piss off Heero a bit? He is our lead singer after all.”

Duo heard the question through his door and scoffed. He had a shirt, jeans, under things and a towel in his hand when he reappeared in the hallway that led to the living room. “He can deal with it. It’s the first time he hasn’t been first... that doesn’t mean he isn’t the lead singer. Just means that I’ve moved things around. I’m sure you’ll all agree that it flows better this way. But it’s always open to debate and change. You know that. I’m gonna grab a shower, if Shenlong over there wakes up, there’s toaster waffles in the freezer and syrup in the cupboard next to the fridge.” With that he turned back around and went into the bathroom.

The shower started and Triton decided to get comfortable on the couch, chuckling he flipped through the rest of the song in his lap. Duo was right, of course, it did flow much better this way. But he still felt that Heero would probably have a problem with it. But that could be dealt with at the next band meeting. WuFei snorted in his sleep and Triton looked up to see the Chinese man slowly blinking his liquid brown eyes open. “Hey ‘Fei, how are you feeling?”

WuFei looked over at him and sighed, “Sore. I really should have taken Duo up on the offer of his bed... this chair is not the most comfortable to sleep in.” He sat up and stretched, “I assume Duo is in the shower then?” He asked with an ear cocked to the sound of running water and singing coming from the bathroom.

Triton chuckled, “Yeah he is. He’s been up since you got here working on a new song.”

That woke the Chinese man up with a start, “But he just produced three new ones in the last two weeks.” He blinked for a moment then saw the papers in Triton’s lap. “Is that it?”

A gloomy smile crossed Triton’s face, “No, this is the new set up with finished lyrics for the song we attempted at the last practice.”

WuFei frowned, usually Triton was the first to know what was what about anything Duo wrote. The two of them had been best friends since they were four years old. The rest of them had only met in high school or at the college they all currently attended. “Does it flow any better?” Their last practice had been horrible because Heero refused to sing with the beat of the music and Relena and Dorothy had decided that their chorus parts were a screeching competition. “You know, I really wish Duo didn’t hide the fact that he’s an amazing singer. Only me, you and Hilde even know he can sing at all. Everyone else thinks he’s just good with words on paper and a top notch guitar player.”

Triton sighed, “I know what you mean. But he swore us to secrecy about it so that he wouldn’t feel like he was taking anything away from Heero. It would have been helpful last practice if he’d at least allowed himself to hum the melody out so that everyone could understand where he was coming from. Because no matter how good his playing is... it’s not louder than the noise those three can create.”

WuFei snorted, “No it most certainly is not. I don’t think anything is.” He shook his head and then blushed slightly as his stomach growled.

Triton laughed, “Duo said there were toaster waffles in the freezer and syrup in the cupboard next to the fridge.”