Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tokyo Lights ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

 

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Tokyo no hikari

 

Tokyo Lights

 

 

Summary: 1x2, AU: Heero and Duo have sex. A LOT of sex.

 

(But really, I only said that to attract readers. Besides sex, the real plot is the development of their relationship as they tour the land Heero grew up in.)

 

Warnings: There will be implied non-con later down the road. And it's not exactly PC.

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

The Terminal:

 

 

The belts are pretty damned uncomfortable - I can feel every niche and cranny dig into my skin - but the floor is too cold to sleep on. At least, that's what Heero tells me, and frankly, I'm too tired to argue with the guy when I know he'll win anyway.

 

Even on the conveyer belts where we're like a regular couple of lovers that want some alone time (in other words, isolated from the rest of the people in the terminal) Heero refuses to do anything but sleep near me. I guess I'm blessed for that much.

 

“Hey, Heero… you still awake, man?”

 

He does that grunt thing.

 

“Heero.”

 

His eyes open slowly, tiredly, but the gaze he throws at me is piercing. “What is it?”

 

“I'm horny.”

 

“There's a bathroom near by, I'm sure,” he growls, making it clear that he wants to sleep.

 

“By myself? Oh, come on, Yuy. We haven't had sex in three days!”

 

“Keep it down!” he hisses. “We'll have all the sex you want when we get to the hotel - in Japan. But for now, go to sleep.”

 

I sigh and brush strands of hair out of my face, trying to ignore the agitation and frustration bottled up in me. “You act like I'm the only horny one out of the two of us.”

 

“Go. To. Sleep.”

 

“I can't! I'm too restless.”

 

He turns to throw a glare at me, which I catch and toss back with a mocking smile.

 

“Fine, Maxwell. Besides sex, what will make you sleep?”

 

“Hot chocolate.”

 

“I don't have any.”

 

“Er - okay.” That was supposed to be a joke. “Let's talk.”

 

“About what?”

 

“I don't know.” I look around the terminal and suddenly feel as if I'm in one of those stories Heero tells me about all the time - you know, one of those war disaster stories, where civilians are forced to take shelter in stations like this one. People are bundled up together in the shadows, there's a baby crying somewhere, there are couples and families sleeping on the unmoving belt, some sitting up, protectively watching their luggage and their children. Even the cold atmosphere adds to the scene. I can't help but shiver slightly.

 

“You're cold?”

 

“No.”

 

“Because the jacket - ”

 

“I'm not cold!”

 

He raises a heavy hand and brushes it over my arm lightly. “You've got Goosebumps.”

 

I shrug my arm away. “You can get Goosebumps from other things besides being cold, you know. You can be scared, like from watching The Ring or Rosemary's Baby. Or you could get them by having that tingly feeling after watching something - I don't know, heartwarming I guess - like, you know, when that guy escaped from Shawshank…”

 

“That's true, I suppose. But if not cold, then…?”

 

I leer at him. “Let's just say Jimmy is excited.”

 

He rolls his eyes. “You have a one track mind.”

 

“I thought that's what you liked about me.”

 

“I actually like people that have a bit more depth to them than just wanting sex.”

 

It's my turn to roll my eyes. “Right, Yuy.” He pretends that he's any different. “Are you sure you don't want to head over to the bathroom? For just a quick - ?”

 

“Quite sure.”

 

“Well… then… Can I at least have a good night kiss or something?”

 

“What are you, 12?”

 

“I'm immature for wanting a good night kiss?!”

 

“No, you're immature for planning to pull something while kissing me.”

 

Damn.

 

“Ah, Yuy, it's not like I'm going to rape you or anything.”

 

“You couldn't even if you wanted to.”

 

Now, that's the worst comeback line in the Worst Comeback Lines of History - but I still take that pretty damned personally. Because Yuy is so much stronger than me, he always manages to be in control - whether it be in bed, on the streets, or on conveyer belts like these. Not only is he an asshole, but he's a completely control freak.

 

Well, you can be damned sure that I'll show him… one day. And I tell him so.

 

He shakes his head with a little smile, like he's not taking me seriously, and only tells me to go to sleep; we've spoken long enough. “The flight to Osaka is at a pretty early time,” he reminds me.

 

“We'll have all the time in the world to sleep on the airplane.”

 

“I can't sleep on airplanes. It's too noisy. So if you'd kindly let me go back to sleep - ”

 

“Oh, come on, man. You can't leave me up all alone. I'll be bored out of my mind.”

 

“Good night, Duo.”

 

“I'll molest you, I swear I will!”

 

“Duo, leave me alone. I've entertained you enough for the night.”

 

“Fine. But please - just one good night kiss? Seriously!”

 

“I'm warning you, Maxwell.”

 

“Please?”

 

“Maxwell, shut up and let me sleep.”

 

“It'll be quick - and no one's looking this way! See? We're all alone! Just one kiss, and I promise I'll be quiet.”

 

“Just one?”

 

“Just one.”

 

He seems, for a moment, to be a prosecutor staring into the eyes of a suspect for murder. Then, the next second, he leans forward, waiting for me to close the distance between us and kiss him goodnight. Under normal circumstances - if we were alone in his or my apartment - I really would've pulled something, just like he'd earlier guessed. Maybe I would've slipped my hand down his pants, or maybe I would've forced my tongue down his throat, I don't know. But, since we're in a public terminal, I don't think I really want to make a scene of him trying to strangle me with my braid. So I decide to stick to his policy… just this once. Like the good little boy that I am, I stick to my word and barely brush my lips against his.

 

“Good night.”

 

“Good night, Duo.”

 

For a second - for just a split second - there's a flicker of a smile on his face before he heaves that grunt thing he always does and lies back down onto the belt.

 

(He's still an asshole, though.)

 

 

A Quick Reminder of Things NOT To Do While in Japan:

 

A list of ways to be polite while in Japan (resources: Heero, The Original “Point-And-Speak” Phrasebook: JAPAN)

 

Don't speak loudly. Heero suggests that it would be easier for me to not speak at all.

Don't eat while walking in public.

Don't run around with a weapon in hand, especially a fake samurai sword. (For some reason, Heero thinks that I would do this.)

Don't sneeze in public. If I get a cold, make sure Heero gets me a “white mask.” Whatever the hell that is.

Don't wear revealing clothing. (I think this rule was meant for women.)

Don't walk into a Hot Springs bathing area fully clothed, especially if there are a bunch of men in there that are as naked as they were born.

Don't display public affection with Heero.

“Don't stick out like a nail.” (That's gonna be pretty tough, what with the braid and all.)

Avoid eye contact.

Always bow, even if I get neck cramps.

Be patient.

 

 

How Two Guys Named Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell Met:

 

It was a Tuesday morning. Now, you know nothing ever happens on a Tuesday morning. It's the one day out of all days in the week that isn't special in any way at all. Monday is dreaded, Wednesday the half-way mark, Thursday is the day before the beloved Friday, Friday is TGIF - the day children sing Hallelujah and adults breathe an amen - Saturday is the day of rest, Sunday is the day of bitterness because the week is starting over again… but Tuesday is just… plain ole' Tuesday.

 

And so it was a plain ole' Tuesday morning. Subway had a conjoined parasite: a coffee shop called Barnie's. It was run by a man that never really paid the rent bills on time yet managed to keep his little corner of Subway spotless and filled with customers. Because of this, Subway couldn't complain too much, because the customers that got their coffee from Barnie's usually stopped by at the sandwich counter to get an early lunch so that they wouldn't have to leave the office later on in the day.

 

It was also here during those first summer weeks that Quatre, Hilde, and Duo met every morning, just to make sure that their friendships didn't stray away, no matter how fate broadened their differences and seemed keen on splitting them apart. You see, they were all graduates of Chicago's Private Wesleyan High School. Because of this, they all had to eventually realize what their futures were:

 

Quatre would have to return to Europe eventually to take up the family business, of course, even though Julliard was practically on their knees begging to have him be their student. He was what they declared to be the next Mozart. His ear for music was passionate, and he seemed to be one of those geniuses you hear about every now and then: the type that can hear a song for the first time and replay it perfectly without any notes in front of them. It's a tragic tale, really, because Quatre was so talented and his heart was really in music - not the family business. Still, he had no choice but to follow tradition and follow the family's wishes. He didn't like it, but it was his responsibility.

 

The lunatic known as Hilde was bent on training to become an officer for the CIA so that she could spy on enemies of war; but no matter how crazy it seemed, she claimed that she wanted to do this so that she could change the system and inject peace and love into corruption. Her friends and family tried to warn her that she wasn't the first visionary Gandhi-wannabe to enter the CIA and try to change things, but as a result merely fall to the power of corruption themselves - if they weren't murdered in duty first, anyway. However, her friends and family were all waved off and ignored, and she cautioned them that she might suddenly “vanish” one day to start her top secret training.

 

Duo had no fucking idea what his future was, even though people told him that he would do well in art and pressured him into joining Chicago's Art Institute. However, being a starving artist definitely wasn't on his To Do list, so he told his college counselor that he would take a year or two off from school - you know, just to “find himself” and relax - before he decided on what college he would go to, despite his counselor's warning that he was going to end up a lazy bum working in McDonald's or Burger King for the rest of his life.

 

But for then, for that moment, it was only the three of them, sitting on a glossy and uncomfortably hard bench at a glossy and uncomfortably hard table, sharing the comfortable silence and sipping on their coffee. Coffee was something all three of them had become addicted to while in high school because they would pull all-nighters together, studying for Morse's history exams. Quatre and Hilde always managed to pass easily thanks to the studying, but Duo barely managed to scrape by with a C on nearly every single one of those tests for reasons completely unknown to the trio, seeing that Duo knew all of the information as well as Quatre and Hilde. (He explained once that he hated tests because he couldn't slip his way out of them by using slick words; he either knew the information or he didn't. He got nervous and forgot everything at the last minute.)

 

But this particular Tuesday was different.

 

It was by a completely random chance that the three happened to be sitting and sipping later than usual because traffic had been horrendous that morning. It was by completely random chance that the expensive Burcheau Coffee Shop a few blocks away was closed for maintenance (sorry for the inconvenience). It was by completely random chance that Relena Peacecraft walked into the conjoined Subway and Barnie's with none other than Heero Yuy at her side, both of them looking around in mild curiosity - Relena trying to suppress her feelings of superiority and disappointment that Burcheau Coffee Shop was closed. And oh how random it was that Relena suddenly recognized her old friend, Quatre, who had been sent to America - New York City, she thought it was, not Chicago - to study abroad before he would return to Europe once again.

 

“Quatre!” she called in excitement and surprise (she didn't think that she was going to see another familiar face in America); she was loud enough to make everyone in the room whip around or look up.

 

“Relena!” Quatre's eyes widened, his pouty lips parted in shock, and of course Hilde and Duo had to turn around in their seats to see who could possibly make Quatre lose his composure (it was usually Quatre that told Duo to close his mouth or he would catch flies.)

 

Relena hurried over, her friend lingered farther away with hesitation, and all watched as Quatre jumped up and gave a hug and the triple-smacker that he was well-known for: one kiss on the left cheek, one kiss on the right cheek, and one final kiss, right there on the lips. Relena didn't seem surprised or affronted - in fact, she returned the favor; and their conversation seemed to be exchanged in several different languages, all at once, in their excitement of having seen each other. All the while, Hilde and Duo merely exchanged confused yet amused glances.

 

Quatre finally remembered his manners and introduced them all, though he paused at Relena's friend, which was her cue to introduce Heero Yuy: a student from Japan. He was studying abroad in Europe under the Peacecraft sponsorship and took the opportunity to come to America with Relena.

 

And so that was how Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy met; there's nothing more to it. It was a random, slightly weird experience for both of them, really - though of course, as you know, the experience grew until it became a passionate relationship.

 

Hilde Calls Quatre at 1:47 AM on July 3rd:

 

 

“Wait, what? Hilde? Hilde, slow down!”

 

“Quatre, I just - I mean, sure, you warned me about Duo - I never did care that he was bi - but this - ”

 

“Hilde, I want to help you, but you have to take a deep breath and calmly tell me what happened. Okay?”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Okay? Good. Now… what happened?”

 

“I… Christ, I don't even know where to start.”

 

“You mentioned Duo being in New York.”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Why was he there?”

 

“Is.”

 

“What?”

 

“I mean - I don't know. I don't think he's left yet… but… Well, I guess it started in New York last month.”

 

“When I took you guys to the city?”

 

“Relena and Heero were there also, and that was really weird because it was the second time all of us randomly met up.”

 

“Yeah. I didn't think Relena would come to the reunion.”

 

“And you didn't think her little lap dog would still be following her around.

 

“So you let Duo and me have fun - go sightseeing and play tourist, or hang out at the hotel's pool - while you and Relena were at the reunion's mansion. We would all hang out at night in either of the two rooms, since Heero and Relena had room 304 and we had room 307, but I don't think I ever noticed anything between them… We went out every night for dinner, and Heero barely said two words. But… well, what we couldn't tell you was that Heero came along with us. During the day, I mean. Heero didn't really want Relena to know. She thought that he was going to stay in the hotel room and study. But he preferred to be outside. Really, Duo invited him. I didn't care either way, though I guess I was disappointed. I mean, I thought we would be able to have some time alone together. We never hang out that much anymore. But, anyway… oh, Christ, where was I again?”

 

“You were saying that Heero didn't want - ”

 

“Yeah, so we couldn't tell you, because we thought that you would tell Relena. Maybe. Possibly. And - well, Heero was a complete asshole to both of us, and he was just coming along so that he could get out of the hotel and see more of America, and Duo agreed with me! He's a complete asshole, that's what Duo told me!; and we even tried to ditch him once, but we felt too guilty to actually do it, so we let him stick to us like glue… except for this one time - oh God!”

 

“What is it?”

 

“When Duo told me he'd take care of Heero for the day and let me stay at the hotel to sleep - oh, both of them must've thought I was absolutely naïve for being so stupid. Why couldn't I see it?”

 

“See what?”

 

“That they're… they're…”

 

“Hilde?”

 

“I'm sorry, Quatre. It's just… Duo… went back to New York about a week ago. He told me - he told me that he was visiting the School of Visual Arts. I was so excited for him, Quatre; he was seriously thinking about his future, you know? I went there when I was in the neighborhood, visiting some family, and I wanted to surprise him so badly! I thought that I would just say hello, take him out to some restaurant, and then go to a gallery or maybe to a club with him before both of us came back to Chicago. It would be a nice surprise for him, you know? Since he kept telling me how much he missed me when we were talking on the phone.

 

“…And then I found out that he never made an appointment to visit. At SVA, I mean. No one even saw him around the place - they said they would've remembered a guy like Duo, what with the name and the braid and all. So I went to the hotel room he told me to call. You know, to wait outside if he wasn't there, or to see if maybe he'd made some kind of mistake making the appointment and so was staying in the room the entire time. So you have to know how fucking shocked I was when I knock on the door and Heero Yuy opens it, asks what the hell I'm doing there, and I see Duo in the background, half naked and asleep - ”

 

“Hilde…”

 

“They had sex, Quatre. Duo and Heero! They smelled of sex, the place reeked of sex! Duo went all the way to New York just to have sex with Heero! I must be that awful to send him running away like that.”

 

“…Hilde, are you okay?”

 

“I don't know. I feel really stupid, crying to you over the phone like this.”

 

“Don't. I'm speechless, is all. What Duo did was wrong. I never thought that he would stoop so low, Hilde.”

 

“What should I do, Kat?”

 

“Well, for one, you shouldn't feel stupid. No, really - listen to me. You shouldn't feel stupid, not for his mistakes. If anything, you should feel angry - ”

 

“I am angry! Hell, I'm fucking pissed!”

 

“Good. Now I suggest that you forgive him.”

 

“I don't know if I can do that. Not right now.”

 

“That's all right. It might take some time, you know? Are you okay, Hilde?”

 

“Sure. Yeah. I guess. It's just - yeah, I am. Thanks for listening, Kat.”

 

“Anytime. You can always call. Is someone there with you? Where's Maxine?”

 

“She went back to St. Thomas. So - no. No, I'm… I just have some lonely songs that are sure to make me stay up all night crying my eyes out.”

 

“Don't play them, then. I'll come over tomorrow morning. I'll take you out somewhere nice.”

 

“Oh, that's not - ”

 

“Don't try to persuade yourself or me that you're not worth it. I'll be there in the morning, okay?”

 

“Okay. Oh, and Kat?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Thanks. You're a great friend.”

 

“You're welcome, Hilde. I'll see you in the morning. And don't touch those CDs!”

 

 

 

AN: Hopefully, things are suddenly starting to make more sense at this point. If they're not, here's a hint: Heero and Duo were in a hotel in chapter one under the sub-title “Live Life Based on Your Emotion.” Am I getting any “Ooooooooh”s yet?

 

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