Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tokyo Lights ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

 

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Tokyo no hikari

 

Tokyo Lights

 

 

Summary: 1x2, AU: Heero and Duo work the bugs out of their relationship while on a vacation. (Changed from the earlier summary because 1. I didn't like it, 2. Someone complained that they weren't having sex in every sentence, 3. It wasn't attracting attention anyway.)

 

Warnings: sex; implied non-con later on down the road; not exactly PC.

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

My Braid

 

Everyone needs a trademark. Mr. Roger's trademark was a train; Barney's, green spots on purple skin; Superman, a red cape; Batman, a - well - bat suit; Simple Plan, whiny lyrics and a lead singer with an annoyingly nasal voice. See, everyone needs a trademark, something that they'll be remembered by. And, well, being remembered is something that's pretty important, you know? It's my philosophy that if you're not remembered, then you might as well not be alive. What's the point if you haven't left some kind of impression on people's minds? It'll be like you don't exist if you don't leave an impression, and to do that, you need a good trademark.

 

It just so happens that my trademark is my braid.

 

I bet you people imagine me sitting around, stroking my hair and saying, “My preciousssssssssssss.”

 

No, I don't. That's just creepy.

 

But my hair is pretty important to me. My braid is what makes sure people remember me. Still, it does get a bit annoying at times - constantly being in the spotlight, I mean.

 

Cellar Door

 

“Why are you going to Madagascar again?”

 

“For the last time, Yuy! I'm not going to Madagascar!” Duo shoved his goggles into his Barbie knapsack and began looking around the tiny hut. “I'm going to Yugoslavia.”

 

“Yugoslavia. Right. Got'cha.” Heero watched Duo walk around the room, muttering to himself, and looking quite crazy indeed. He was wearing a zebra print jacket even though he hated animal-print clothes and African safari pants along with black army boots.

 

“Okay. So why are you going to Yugoslavia?”

 

“I owe the Penguins,” Duo sighed.

 

“Right. The Penguins. What do you owe them?”

 

“They did me a favor a while ago,” Duo shook his head. “They said they didn't want anything in return, but now I hear that they're in trouble - damn it, where's my straw?!”

 

Heero pointed to a stuffed alligator head hanging on the wall. It was smoking a straw, which had a bit of diet Pepsi dripping from it and into a bucket below.

 

“Thanks,” Duo muttered and went to the head, plucking the straw from the teeth. The head suddenly lunged at Duo, snapping at his wrist, but Duo easily avoided it and went back to packing his knapsack. Soon, the head began to obviously feel that its lips were useless because the alligator began to whisper to tune of the song Bear Necessities from The Jungle Book.

 

“What'd they do to help you?”

 

Duo sighed and turned to Heero. “Look, Yuy, I appreciate you coming here and all - I mean, it did get kind of lonely here, especially when my only companions were the bush people and that one guy from Alaska. But you've got to stop asking questions.”

 

“I can't help it if I'm curious. I mean… Well, I came here to be with you, after all.”

 

“Yeah, so? The platypus psychiatrist came here to be with us too, yeah? But I'm sure you remember that episode.”

 

There was a special day every twelve years that the platypus psychiatrist was allowed to leave his underwater cavern. He left every twelve years to speak with a randomly chosen person - which, this year, happened to be Duo. However - sadly - the poor platypus psychiatrist had his lips stapled shut since birth and so hadn't been able to speak at all. They had some trouble communicating.

 

Duo grabbed an old-fashioned treasure map off of the bed that Heero was sitting on. “Okay, don't touch anything until I'm back. And lock the mat,” Duo pointed at the mat the covered the entrance of the hut. “Those bloodsucking llamas are pretty frisky at night, you know?”

 

Heero nodded.

 

Duo smirked. “Stick around a little longer, kid, and you'll be a Banana Hunter in no time! Just pay attention and you'll get through.” He seized an old cane leaning lazily on a wall of the hut. “Okay, I'm off!”

 

Duo strutted to the mat, pushed it open, and waved good-bye to Heero. “See ya!”

 

Heero nodded. As soon as the mat flap closed, he jumped up and rushed over to a window. He stuck his head through the pink curtains and watched as Duo left through the whirlwind of heat and sand, pink Barbie knapsack glittering slightly.

 

Oh, and by the way - nothing rhymes with `orange'.

 

On Being a Permanent Bottom: Duo's Subconscious Thoughts

 

In case you've forgotten, I'll just mention that Heero never lets me top him in sex. This really, really annoys me. Even when I try to physically take control, he overcomes me.

 

Don't get me wrong: I don't hate constantly taking it up the ass. In fact, I can only admit that I love it. And please, don't think I'm some kind of whiny bitch that wants “his turn” to be on top. Because it's simply not true. I'm not whining, I'm not a bitch, and I don't think of positions as taking turns.

 

I guess…

 

Well, it's hard for me to explain.

 

I guess I think that Heero thinks I'm some kind of girl. I really just want to show him that I'm stronger than he thinks I am. And sure, I'm defending my masculinity here, but I'm also trying to secure our relationship.

 

You see, Heero is with me when he wants a man. He tells me all the time that I am his break from the femininity of Relena, and that Relena is a break from me and my masculine nature. When he's with me, he doesn't want a woman - he gets enough of that when he's around his girl friend. When he's with me, he wants a man - no breasts, no vagina, no clingy attitude; just flat chest, cock, and some indifference.

 

Basically, if I'm too girly, I'm afraid he'll leave. That's why I have to show him that I'm not some pansy with long hair that's a constant bottom.

 

Of course, conscious Duo is a complete, brainless twit when it comes to understanding his emotions. All he knows is that he wants to succeed in topping Heero - and soon.

 

Beware of the School Girls

 

All right, I watch some anime, so I know all about the scary school girls that love to squeal, `kawaii!' and give cheeky grins and make peace signs when getting their pictures taken and whatnot.

 

But I simply wasn't prepared when Heero and I stepped out of the hotel on my first morning being in Osaka.

 

The outside of the hotel isn't much; there's a parking lot, a few perfectly shaped hedges, and a car or a bicycle here and there. There is a clean, crisp scent to the chilly air, and only the sky is slightly hazy with thin clouds stretched across the blue. The sun is high, even though my body is swearing to me that it's nighttime.

 

At first, I don't notice anything. I yawn, blink away a few sleepy tears, and pep myself up for a long walk until we catch a taxi and go to the first spot Heero wants to show me.

 

But then I see a flash of blue. I glance up.

 

Across the street there are hoards of school girls, almost as if they are wild packs of animals that escaped from the nearby zoo. All of them are wearing the uniforms that you would half-expect - the ones that seem to be sailor outfits more than anything else.

 

At first, I'm only mildly curious and glance their way as Heero and I, bundled in warm clothes, walk down the street together. As I continue to stare, I start to notice that they're starting to form groups - about five to each pack - as if they're coming together to form an ambush. Most of them start to walk parallel to us from the other side of the street and are pretending not to glance our way and giggle.

 

Suddenly, unexpectedly, like a bolt of lightening that crashes to the ground, they attack.

 

Five of the groups - about twenty five girls - hurl themselves at Heero and me. They flood across the street so quickly that I hardly have time to digest that they've even moved towards us, like predators hunting their prey. My braid is pulled, my left shoe snagged, my jacket and shirt shredded - I hit the ground, hard. I know that to survive, I need to get away. I wonder if Heero has escaped yet, but I can't tell because the girls are like an entire sea between us. I try to push them off, but rather guiltily; from a young kid, I was always taught to never hit girls.

 

… Okay, so yeah, I'm exaggerating again. But I'm trying to work on stopping, you know?

 

They don't imitate the Tag TV commercial, but they are staring at us pretty scarily. I'm half convinced that most of them will rape me, if given the chance. But - well, you know how the saying goes: “you can't rape the willing.”

 

And believe me, as scary as these hoards of school girls are, I would be willing. There may be what seems to be hundreds of them crowded onto one single street, but practically all of them are beautiful. Their skirts are short and at what I think is a perfect length, and while not many of their breasts are Pamela Anderson-quality, they're still nicely shaped.

 

Heero pinches me on the arm hard enough to manifest a small bruise and I look away sheepishly. “What?”

 

“Don't go running off with one of them,” he warns me.

 

“Do you think they'll actually go somewhere with me?” I glance back at the groups of girls and meet one girl's eye. She has light brown hair, brown eyes, and cute dimples.

 

“Control yourself.”

 

“It's kind of hard when I haven't gotten any in hours,” I mutter.

 

“Patience.”

 

“Yeah, whatever,” I roll my eyes.

 

The next moment is one to record in history as one of the most eyeball-popping moments: while he moves closer to me so that no one can know except for the two of us, Heero Yuy actually slips his cold and rough hand into mine. It takes me a second to recover:

 

“Whatever happened to no public display of affection?”

 

He only shrugs.

 

And then it hits me! I grin widely at him; he looks away, as if he's being judged. “Oh, I get it now. You're jealous!”

 

He shrugs again, but his gaze stays decidedly away from mine. “Maybe so.”

 

“You can't stand the thought of me being with someone else!”

 

“Perhaps.”

 

“Well, I don't belong to you, Yuy.”

 

He smirks and at this, he gives me The Look. “If I recall correctly, that's not what you said - hm, maybe about a week ago.”

 

I feel myself go red. “You forced me into saying that! That doesn't count!”

 

“I didn't force you into anything, Maxwell. It's not my fault that you can't practice any self-control.”

 

“Well, let's see if you think it's so easy to practice self control when I'm - ”

 

We pass a little old lady, stiffly limping by, and Heero let's go of my hand and gives me a warning look.

 

“It's not as if she speaks English,” I mutter, more to myself than to Heero.

 

The school girls continue walking parallel to us for about ten minutes before they finally break away to their own path. I can't help but notice that Heero is more relaxed once they're gone.

 

 

Author's note: There seriously was a point to “Cellar Door”, you know. It was all to make a point about Duo's personality. And to funnel out some of my craziness. It can't be bottled up for too long, you know?