Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Traffic ❯ ^_^ ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Traffic

"…And now, crossing over to Skeeter for the traffic report."

"Thanks Mike. This is Skeeter speaking to you from the 98.2 helicopter. I'm currently looking over Vix highway where earlier this morning, two massive trucks were involved in a head-on collision and both had flipped. One of the drivers seemed to be drunk and will be facing charges after he's out of the hospital.

Police and rescue teams are attempting to clean up the mess but are certain it will take approximately 3 hours. So if you're headed to the beach or park on this lovely Sunday, I suggest you re-think taking Vix highway because that traffic won't be moving fore some ti--"

A clenched fist suddenly slammed on the radio's power button, its' owner grumbling in anger. Wufei, the usually silent Chinese was cursing under his breath as he took a quick glance to the passenger's side of their black convertible. Heero didn't seemed fazed at all by the news, and if he was, than he did a good job of hiding it. The other ex-pilots seemed annoyed though.

They had planed to go to the beach early in the morning so that they could find a good spot before it got too over-crowded. And of course, on such blazing days there would most certainly be a lot of teenage surfers and such.

"Ah crap, by the time we get there, all the pretty chicks will be taken." Duo peeped up with a small pout of disappointment. He was sitting behind Heero, much to his protest of course. He wanted to sit `next' to Heero, but as luck would have it, the two `lover birds' had filled up that spot. Quatre and Trowa were probably too busy snuggling to even notice the horrific traffic jam they were caught in… and that made Duo extremely jealous.

The next few minutes went by in utter silence as the blazing sun continued to pour into the roofless convertible. All 5 pilots had started to sweat profusely, making their cloths stick to their already tender skin and by the looks of it, Duo was certain his friends would melt. Crazy wasn't he? Probably the heat making him delusional or something, he wouldn't be surprised though it was so hot.

Suddenly, the braided boy heard several deep murmurs and chuckles. He cautiously tuned to the side, expecting to see a few children in another car; instead, he found his eyes tracing up a tall blue jeep where 3 boys, a bit older than himself, glance back hungrily. Duo followed their gaze to non other than Heero, who seemed to be ignoring them.

"Hey baby, `bout taking a ride with me?" The bulky, blond driver smirked suggestively. Heero didn't reply, but it was pretty easy to guess that he was holding back from a severe outburst of rage…. And so was Duo for that matter, how dare some blond jack ass even `try' to hit on Shinigami's property, oh yes, Duo was pissed.

"Hey I'm talking to you," The teen hissed angrily. "What's the matter with you kid?"

"Shut up." Heero calmly muttered and crossed his arms over his chest, still staring ahead. This seemed to infuriate the blond further, but to everyone's annoyance, he still continued.

"Why don't you come and shut me up with those kissable lips of yours?" More chuckling was heard from the others occupying the tall jeep. They all seemed to be enjoying the show quiet a bit.

Duo wasn't though. He was sure that if he heard another remark from the blond reject, he's go into Shinigami mode and kill the innocent young man. That was the last thing he wanted to do though, the war was over, and killing anyone now would be considered a barbaric crime. Then there was the matter of his conscience; guilt would surely over take him, maybe not Shinigami, but Duo Maxwell. Unconsciously, his fists tightened in suppressed rage as the older boy spoke again.

"Your little friends seem angry," he said, "I don't think they'd mind if we're quick though."

"Calm yourself Duo, they're not worth it." Trowa suddenly spoke up next to him. The American was doing everything in his power to stop himself; his only defense now was the little amount of self-control, and not even that would last much longer. The other pilots took a quick glance at him, including Heero.

"Don't you dare do anything stupid baka." As much as he hated to admit, that always calmed him down. Funny, he was being called a baka and he was glad of it. What next?

"Hey! Are you rejecting me kid?" Heero answered with a short nod. The blond man, growling, swung the car's door open and jumped out, slamming it shut behind him. He stomped towards their vehicle with a stream of curses, and non-too surprisingly the other members of the group followed.

"Guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson," he snorted, "Now get up or--"

"Leave him alone, asshole," Wufie gritted out angrily. He was actually concerned for the men's safety, and not from Heero. Heero had vowed NEVER to use violence unless one of the other ex-pilots was in trouble and it was ABSOLUTELY necessary.

Duo on the other hand was a danger zone.

"Shut up boy, this is between us." The blond snorted again. He firmly reached out and grabbed Heero's black tank top with one hand, using the other to open the door.

TBC…

You think Duo should be even more possessive?