Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Winner House Scandal ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Supurrkitty 
Welcome to the Winner house, where friends tease friends and sexual tensions can be as thick as butter.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
Welcome to the Winner house, where friends tease friends and sexual tensions can be as thick as butter.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
Author: Supurrkitty
Disclaimer: I don't own the pilots or any character from Gundam wing.
Notes: I used be a humor writer...what the hell happened!? Well, this is a fic trying to get past all that drama I like to do and go back to my good old friend, Comedy. Romantic Comedy! This is a series of fanfictions that are actually doujinshis. These doujinshis are mine in, I did do them myself. You can't see them yet, because 1) my scanner's broken and 2) my site isn't online yet.
Smile:
The Winner House Scandal
Duo, Haruki, Catherine and Trowa were all sitting in the lounge of Quatre's place. Duo was quickly flipping through all the channels on the television, sitting on the couch. Haruki was leaning against Duo, watching the screen intently. Catherine was sitting in a chair, her legs dangling over one of the arms and her head resting on the other. She was busy pulling and braiding some loose strings from her shorts. Trowa was on the other side of the couch, head resting on his hand, trying to ignore the television.
It was boring, very boring...
" Will you stop that!" Trowa reached over and grabbed the remote out of Duo's hand. He clicked the T.V. off.
" I was watching that!" Haruki grumbled at Trowa.
Trowa stared at her, unbelieving and made some interesting gestures before speaking.
" You were watching that!?" Trowa raised his voice, " Which one!?"
Haruki just sighed, then turned and whispered something in Duo's ear. He smiled and shook his head at his wife.
" What?" Trowa demanded, sitting up straight.
" Nothin'" Duo said, turning his head away.
" We were just discussing why you're in such a foul mood." Haruki said, truthfully.
" Haruki!" Duo whispered harshly.
" Oh, and why's that?" Trowa asked, all tolerance for those two disappearing.
" Are you sexually deprived, Trowa?" Haruki asked, pretending to be concerned about him.
" Excuse me!?"
Catherine and Duo started to laugh at the now red Trowa, but Haruki kept her fake look of concern.
" Hmph." Trowa smirked at them, " You guys are just bitter, because you're no longer free to date who you'd like."
" Yes, Trowa..." Catherine took a break from laughing and wiped her eyes, " We all wish we could be players like you..."
The whole group, besides Trowa, laughed this time. Trowa sighed and stood up.
" Oh, Trowa." Catherine tried to stop laughing. " We're just fooling around, don't go."
" No," Trowa said with another sigh, " I just remembered something I need to do..."
With that, Trowa left the room and all became quite.
" So, before we pissed Trowa off, what were we doing?" Catherine asked the two on the couch. Duo shrugged.
" We were waiting." Haruki said, " For Quatre and Akira to come back from their 'we're-not-on-a-date' date."
" God, you think those two would just admit that they like each other as more than great friends." Catherine said.
" Yeah," Duo said, " The papers already think they've been lover's for a year now. It won't hurt much if they actually are."
" Wait," Catherine said, " What if they actually are and are just really good at hiding it from us?"
" Doubt it," Duo said, " Quatre's terrible at keeping things from his friends."
" And Akira, well," Haruki shrugged, " She's just too shy."
" Shh," Catherine put her finger to her mouth and sat up, " You hear that? Sounds like they're home."
They all went into the entrance hall and saw Quatre finishing a conversation with Trowa. Akira was hanging up her and Quatre's jacket after wiping off the small flakes of snow. Quatre was quick to end his conversation after he saw the others walk into the room, which made them slightly suspicious. But that was easily dismissed when Quatre excused himself to bed. It was late, after all.
Catherine realized that he didn't say good night to Akira. She looked over to see how Akira was reacting. Akira seemed okay, but she was heading towards the kitchen. Catherine, Haruki, Duo, and Trowa all fallowed her into the kitchen. Trowa sat at the table, Catherine sat on a counter, and Haruki was on Duo's back, who was standing up. They watched Akira patiently as she went to the cupboards and got out a cup. When she turned, her long, green, silk dress, flowed around her bare ankles. She had gladly taken off the strapped sandals.
" So," Haruki asked, her arms wrapped around Duo's neck, " How'd it go?"
Akira sighed and used the faucet to fill her glass with water.
" It was okay..." she said.
" You okay...?" Catherine asked, trying to look at Akira's face.
" I'm fine." She said quickly, then took a sip of water and poured the rest back out. " Just tired..."
Then, she excused herself for bed and left the room. Everyone just looked at each other.
" I don't think it went well, " Catherine said.
" What a bummer, " Haruki pouted, " Well, you ready for bed, honey?" Haruki asked Duo, kissing his cheek.
" Mmm...bed..." Duo said, then Haruki kissed him again, " Mm...Haruki..."
With that, Duo carried her up the stairs and to their room.
" Well, Lee's probably wondering what the hell I'm doing," Catherine said, jumping down from the counter, " Good night, Trowa."
" Good night, Catherine." Trowa said and watched her leave. He stayed in the kitchen and watched the faucet drip for he didn't know how long.
Then, another person came into the kitchen. It was Akira's sister, Umeko. She had shoulder-length blue-died hair and was taller than all of the girls. She was a lanky figure and, in Trowa's opinion, put too much on her looks. He could tell by her sloppy walk that she wasn't sober. Snow fell off of her leather jacket that she forgot to take off. It was supposed to be covering the red spaghetti strap top she wore. Her black skirt was short, making Trowa wonder how she could survive in the cold. She wore big, leather, strap-up boots that went up to just below her knees.
Her hair was held against her head with a claw, her hair coming out the top was jostled and spiky. Another fact that suggested this woman was immune to the cold. Why she rarely got sick, Trowa didn't know.
Umeko went to the fridge, not noticing Trowa, and pulled out a can of soda, then chugged it down.
" You know, water would be much better for you right now. It would clear out your system. Maybe help with that killer hangover you're going to have tomorrow morning." Trowa said.
Umeko jumped, but then turned around and smiled at Trowa.
" So, how'd your job go?" Trowa asked, not really caring, " Is it any harder without your whole band?"
" They're just a bunch of drunk morons, anyways." Umeko said, angrily, " Of course it's harder without them there. I get offered twice the drinks and I have to drink them all."
" What? No, you don't. What makes you think that just because someone offers a drink, you're obligated to take it?" Trowa asked.
Umeko set the can down on the counter and walked over to the table. To Trowa's surprise, she did this with as much grace as she would if she were sober. If she forgot everything else in a drunken state, she would know how to attract a man's attention and keep it.
She leaned forward on the table closer to Trowa, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She looked him in the eye and shook her finger at him.
" Musician's code." She said in a seductive voice, then leaned back and sat in a chair, putting her boots up on the table. " Same goes for hotel rooms." She laughed.
" Umeko, I have come to the conclusion that you are rather drunk." Trowa said, simply.
" Oh, I'm intoxicated, alright." She leaned forward again, this time practically her whole body was on the table and she was closer to Trowa, " But, that's your fault..."
" Oh dear..." Trowa thought as he looked at her suggestive, yellowish eyes.
A/N: Ahah! A build-up! What do you think will happen? What exactly is the scandal in this story, might you ask? You'll just have to read the next chapter and find out!
Oh yeah, and this turned out almost totally different than the doujinshi. In fact, I barely recognize the story line! It's completely new!
Disclaimer: I don't own the pilots or any character from Gundam wing.
Notes: I used be a humor writer...what the hell happened!? Well, this is a fic trying to get past all that drama I like to do and go back to my good old friend, Comedy. Romantic Comedy! This is a series of fanfictions that are actually doujinshis. These doujinshis are mine in, I did do them myself. You can't see them yet, because 1) my scanner's broken and 2) my site isn't online yet.
Smile:
The Winner House Scandal
Duo, Haruki, Catherine and Trowa were all sitting in the lounge of Quatre's place. Duo was quickly flipping through all the channels on the television, sitting on the couch. Haruki was leaning against Duo, watching the screen intently. Catherine was sitting in a chair, her legs dangling over one of the arms and her head resting on the other. She was busy pulling and braiding some loose strings from her shorts. Trowa was on the other side of the couch, head resting on his hand, trying to ignore the television.
It was boring, very boring...
" Will you stop that!" Trowa reached over and grabbed the remote out of Duo's hand. He clicked the T.V. off.
" I was watching that!" Haruki grumbled at Trowa.
Trowa stared at her, unbelieving and made some interesting gestures before speaking.
" You were watching that!?" Trowa raised his voice, " Which one!?"
Haruki just sighed, then turned and whispered something in Duo's ear. He smiled and shook his head at his wife.
" What?" Trowa demanded, sitting up straight.
" Nothin'" Duo said, turning his head away.
" We were just discussing why you're in such a foul mood." Haruki said, truthfully.
" Haruki!" Duo whispered harshly.
" Oh, and why's that?" Trowa asked, all tolerance for those two disappearing.
" Are you sexually deprived, Trowa?" Haruki asked, pretending to be concerned about him.
" Excuse me!?"
Catherine and Duo started to laugh at the now red Trowa, but Haruki kept her fake look of concern.
" Hmph." Trowa smirked at them, " You guys are just bitter, because you're no longer free to date who you'd like."
" Yes, Trowa..." Catherine took a break from laughing and wiped her eyes, " We all wish we could be players like you..."
The whole group, besides Trowa, laughed this time. Trowa sighed and stood up.
" Oh, Trowa." Catherine tried to stop laughing. " We're just fooling around, don't go."
" No," Trowa said with another sigh, " I just remembered something I need to do..."
With that, Trowa left the room and all became quite.
" So, before we pissed Trowa off, what were we doing?" Catherine asked the two on the couch. Duo shrugged.
" We were waiting." Haruki said, " For Quatre and Akira to come back from their 'we're-not-on-a-date' date."
" God, you think those two would just admit that they like each other as more than great friends." Catherine said.
" Yeah," Duo said, " The papers already think they've been lover's for a year now. It won't hurt much if they actually are."
" Wait," Catherine said, " What if they actually are and are just really good at hiding it from us?"
" Doubt it," Duo said, " Quatre's terrible at keeping things from his friends."
" And Akira, well," Haruki shrugged, " She's just too shy."
" Shh," Catherine put her finger to her mouth and sat up, " You hear that? Sounds like they're home."
They all went into the entrance hall and saw Quatre finishing a conversation with Trowa. Akira was hanging up her and Quatre's jacket after wiping off the small flakes of snow. Quatre was quick to end his conversation after he saw the others walk into the room, which made them slightly suspicious. But that was easily dismissed when Quatre excused himself to bed. It was late, after all.
Catherine realized that he didn't say good night to Akira. She looked over to see how Akira was reacting. Akira seemed okay, but she was heading towards the kitchen. Catherine, Haruki, Duo, and Trowa all fallowed her into the kitchen. Trowa sat at the table, Catherine sat on a counter, and Haruki was on Duo's back, who was standing up. They watched Akira patiently as she went to the cupboards and got out a cup. When she turned, her long, green, silk dress, flowed around her bare ankles. She had gladly taken off the strapped sandals.
" So," Haruki asked, her arms wrapped around Duo's neck, " How'd it go?"
Akira sighed and used the faucet to fill her glass with water.
" It was okay..." she said.
" You okay...?" Catherine asked, trying to look at Akira's face.
" I'm fine." She said quickly, then took a sip of water and poured the rest back out. " Just tired..."
Then, she excused herself for bed and left the room. Everyone just looked at each other.
" I don't think it went well, " Catherine said.
" What a bummer, " Haruki pouted, " Well, you ready for bed, honey?" Haruki asked Duo, kissing his cheek.
" Mmm...bed..." Duo said, then Haruki kissed him again, " Mm...Haruki..."
With that, Duo carried her up the stairs and to their room.
" Well, Lee's probably wondering what the hell I'm doing," Catherine said, jumping down from the counter, " Good night, Trowa."
" Good night, Catherine." Trowa said and watched her leave. He stayed in the kitchen and watched the faucet drip for he didn't know how long.
Then, another person came into the kitchen. It was Akira's sister, Umeko. She had shoulder-length blue-died hair and was taller than all of the girls. She was a lanky figure and, in Trowa's opinion, put too much on her looks. He could tell by her sloppy walk that she wasn't sober. Snow fell off of her leather jacket that she forgot to take off. It was supposed to be covering the red spaghetti strap top she wore. Her black skirt was short, making Trowa wonder how she could survive in the cold. She wore big, leather, strap-up boots that went up to just below her knees.
Her hair was held against her head with a claw, her hair coming out the top was jostled and spiky. Another fact that suggested this woman was immune to the cold. Why she rarely got sick, Trowa didn't know.
Umeko went to the fridge, not noticing Trowa, and pulled out a can of soda, then chugged it down.
" You know, water would be much better for you right now. It would clear out your system. Maybe help with that killer hangover you're going to have tomorrow morning." Trowa said.
Umeko jumped, but then turned around and smiled at Trowa.
" So, how'd your job go?" Trowa asked, not really caring, " Is it any harder without your whole band?"
" They're just a bunch of drunk morons, anyways." Umeko said, angrily, " Of course it's harder without them there. I get offered twice the drinks and I have to drink them all."
" What? No, you don't. What makes you think that just because someone offers a drink, you're obligated to take it?" Trowa asked.
Umeko set the can down on the counter and walked over to the table. To Trowa's surprise, she did this with as much grace as she would if she were sober. If she forgot everything else in a drunken state, she would know how to attract a man's attention and keep it.
She leaned forward on the table closer to Trowa, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She looked him in the eye and shook her finger at him.
" Musician's code." She said in a seductive voice, then leaned back and sat in a chair, putting her boots up on the table. " Same goes for hotel rooms." She laughed.
" Umeko, I have come to the conclusion that you are rather drunk." Trowa said, simply.
" Oh, I'm intoxicated, alright." She leaned forward again, this time practically her whole body was on the table and she was closer to Trowa, " But, that's your fault..."
" Oh dear..." Trowa thought as he looked at her suggestive, yellowish eyes.
A/N: Ahah! A build-up! What do you think will happen? What exactly is the scandal in this story, might you ask? You'll just have to read the next chapter and find out!
Oh yeah, and this turned out almost totally different than the doujinshi. In fact, I barely recognize the story line! It's completely new!