Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Decision ❯ Quatre, the creative brain of the team ( Prologue )

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

Twisted Decision


Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the characters portrayed in this fic and am making no money from it. *sniff* Just a poor fangirl who can never see her dream of cute boys kissing comes true.. *sob*

WARNING: all pairing expected. Be aware!

Genre: Romance, headaches, fluffiness,

Rating: NC-17

Summary: What do you get from a peace maker who has a wicked side? A complete chaos. Quatre is naughty when you never thought he's looking. Hehe.. enjoy ^_^


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Prologue: Quatre, the creative brain of the team

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"I said no. End of discussion."

"But ma'am, please listen," Quatre pleaded with an old woman who ought to be the owner of the building our favorite Gundam pilots decided to search for a place to live in. "We're five, each one of us will pay their own rent for the apartment,"

"Quatre!" Heero hissed, pulling the blond boy to the side to discuss what his ears heard.

"Relax, Heero, I'll find a way later, I promise!"

"You want each one of us to pay monthly rent! And for that onna!"

"Heero, Wufei, let me handle this one, please trust me and let me do the work." Quatre whined, "Besides, it's not like we've found a place and said no."

Heero sighed. It was true. They have tried to find a home that can accommodate the five of them. They've searched almost every where but no one would give them a place to live in. It seems that people nowadays can't trust in 'underage' kids with no parents around.

"Okay," Heero shrugged then looked sharp at the blond, "but this ought to be good at the end, you understand? And I'm sure the rest won't appreciate your trading plane." Quatre put his hand on his mouth. "I'll take care of them later,"

Heero glared, Quatre plead innocently, and Wufei rolled his eyes.

After their game of sending glares and receiving innocent looks, Heero nod and Quatre jumped up and down and Wufei sighed surrendering. "Oh thank you Hee-chan" The happy Arabian turned to the owner of the apartment, totally ignoring the deadly daggers Heero's sending him.

"So, where were we?"

The old woman in a decent spring flourish colored dress looked annoyed. "Young man, you didn't listen carefully to any word I said, did you?"

"Eh?" Quatre blinked confused and Heero snorted a low "Baka" at him. Quatre smiled sheepishly and apologized.

"Well it seems you weren't paying any attention to any word I have said earlier." she sighed, "I told you that there is only one rule I use to rent out apartments." Quatre waited her to continue but she didn't, so it was a Heero turn to get in, "Which would exactly be?"

The woman gave him a slight glare and Quatre apologized for him. "Don't listen to him and please continue," he gave her his best pleading look, and she like all his previous victims gave in and smiled. "All right then. As I was saying, I only rent out in one condition, and that is I only accept families,"

Quatre's face palled, Heero Hn'd and Wufei muttered 'Injustice' under his breath. "Sorry boys."

At that moment the elevator's doors opened and both Trowa and Duo appeared, soaked and dripping water all over the hall. "Hey you guys it took you more than five minutes and Tro is no good company at all, you know and some guy down there were giving me signs that would damage my reputation, and I am NOT gonna spend one other night in that damn ratty car!"

Quatre had a bad time holding himself not burst out laughing at Duo's high-pitched tone. The poor used to be piloting Gundam Deathscythe is now fighting the flu and his situation made him the most miserable between them. He got red eyes and a red nose, his skin was flushing and his voice's freaking hoarse. All in all, he looked like a chick 100, not to mention the long hair that gives extra credits to it.

For himself, he never caught the flu in his life; he never knew why. Heero is immune to any kind of diseases and Trowa said that he had got himself a shot some time ago while Wufei would be described next to the American boy when the urge to sneeze bites him and he won't stop for like 15 minutes.

"Bless you," Quatre patted the sick Duo on his shoulder and searched his pocket for a tissue but didn't find one, Heero handed him a Kleenex and Duo took it gratefully. "Damn this stupid flu, my bones are broken!" "Hn." Heero agreed while Duo used him as support for his body.

Wait a second!

A light bulb appeared on Quatre's head as he turned to the old woman and dragged her away. "Ma'am, I have a question,"

All four head looked directly at the two walking far from them. Duo who's confused leaned closer onto Heero and whispered into his ear, "What's going on?" he felt more confusion when the woman eyed him and Heero for awhile then talked back with Quatre. Heero shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm not getting a good feeling about it."

The woman finally nodded and gave the beaming Quatre something in his hand before she went to the elevator and left them alone, with a dancing Quatre. Duo sighed. "Quatre, I would volunteer and teach you the right steps to dancing but after you tell us what did she tell you?" the blond boy felt unhappy for being interrupted but did some giggles after that.

So the silence was a strange issue, especially that Quatre was giggling and looking into his hands with his big scary eyes, Wufei couldn't take the crazy sight any longer. "So?!"

Quatre finally showed them what's in his hand. A key. "We got it!" Every one let out relieved sighs and Quatre opened the door no 195 for them and went out again. "I need to sign up some papers, I'll be back soon." Ha said and closed the door.

The room was neatly furnished. Trowa sat on a couch in the middle of the room with his duffel on the floor; Wufei searched for the kitchen to find himself something to drink and Heero kicked off his shoes and slumped head first on the couch next to Trowa, resting from their long day search and took a minute to church peace.

Their peace however was ruined suddenly at a loud shrill. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The ex-pilots jumped to their feet and followed the source of the scream only to find Duo, standing in front of an open door with his eyes wider than Quatre's.

Heero looked confused at the shaking boy. "Duo is everything ok?" Duo pointed into the room.

"It's.. It's.." Duo stuttered, trembling and staring widely, tears forming in his eyes. Even Wufei felt anxious seeing the braided youth looking shocked like that. "Maxwell? What's wrong?"

Duo swallowed a big lump in his throat. "It's.. It's… IT'S A BATHROOM!!" with that, he slammed the door behind him then the sound of running water was heard.

"That baka!" Heero growled, "I'm gonna put a good ending to this!" he got his gun out of nowhere and stepped backward and was getting ready to kick down the door when a hand grabbed him by the shoulder. "Trowa let me do this!"

Trowa shock his head. "Grant the man his last wish," he said and didn't leave him until Heero sighed and hid his gun somewhere in his pants.

"I swear Nataku, the very next time he's in a serious danger I'll get my self a chair to sit and watch!" said the pissed off Chinese ex-Gundam pilot. He then went to the farthest door, since there's only three other rooms, and disappeared into it. Trowa soon got the middle room so that left the great Wing pilot who destroyed Libra and brought peace to the world with the remaining door next to the bathroom. "Injustice.." he muttered and retreated to the living room and picked up his duffel and went back to his new room.

Maxwell and Winner would have to choose whether to share rooms with Barton and Chang or sleep on the couch and floor.

It wasn't his fault they didn't pick their rooms before, he wasn't a charity guy.


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It was the next morning and all the four Gundam pilots were, except for the American one, were gathered in the kitchen and eating whatever Wufei had bought them for lunch.

Duo walked in, yawning loudly and not caring about the mess he was in. "Morning" he groaned carrying his head in his hand and sat on a chair. "What's wrong Maxwell? It's not like you going straight to bed without dinner and missing a meal in the very next morning," "I'm sorry Yuy, okay? But try getting sick for once with drills fucking your head so I can ask you why you didn't fucking eat!" Duo snapped at the Japanese boy. "Hn. You're annoying when you're sick," Heero shrugged, "you should remain sick all time, though." He smirked at the glares he got from his fellow pilot. How could they affect him when he's the one who invented them?

Wufei snickered, "I must say I agree with Yuy, Maxwell. That way we'll save food for much longer time AND we'll get extra time of peace."

Quatre and Trowa watched the daily drama with more annoyance.

"Do you want me to ruin the peace I'm offering you right now?!" he hissed dangerously at the cheesy grin. Wufei shrugging and deciding against it sipped his tea without a word. If Maxwell would be kind enough and shut up for some time, he would be an honorable man and stop chiding him.

The silence was heavy for him; especially not being used to Duo's who took seven pain killers pills down his throat in one swallow. "So Une called this morning," he started and they grunted disquietingly in union. "No you guys, she was checking on," Quatre turned to Duo with a big smile, "and she said that you can take this week off." Duo's grin got wider than his face, "Really?!" "Damn," he glared at Wufei, Duo then shook his head. "Nah, I'll just resume working tomorrow, I don't want my sick days to run off that fast." The other ex-Gundam pilots rolled their eyes at his plan, Duo just waved them off.

"I'll just need little rest and that should do it. Plus, I have a date," Duo wiggled his right eyebrow at the Chinese boy, and Wufei glared "What does that suppose to mean?!"

"Nothin', just thinkin' how a chick magnet am I and you're not," Duo leered at him. "You're gonna end up a lone my friend."

Wufei crossed his arms. "Why just me? What about Yuy and Barton, they're hopeless too, and don't forget Winner over there,"

"HEY!!" Quatre pouted. Duo shrugged unconcerned. "Chang, it's like obviously resolved. Yuy will end up with eventually with Relena, Winner would get himself ladies like bees on honey, and Barton's with Catherine."

"Catherine is my sister you asshole!" the heavy-arm pilot said and Duo blinked stupidly at him, "But then why do you hug all the time?" Trowa whacked his head, "don't you American people have any modesty?! Can't a man hug his sister for Christ's sakes!?" he raised his visible eyebrow at the long haired boy who started giggling. "What now?"

"You said 'man'! You actually called yourself a man!" Duo laughed hard and Trowa declared war on the chestnut haired boy. "You son of bitch!"

Trowa launched a fist into Duo's direction and unexpectedly Heero blocked it in his hand, he glared at both of them, "Stop it the two of you right now," he said in his low monotone voice, then he seethed to Duo, "And you, repeat what you said and I'll make sure you had never existed in any life time."

Duo nodded quickly.

Wufei huffed, he was still not happy with Duo's view point on his life. "I still can't picture you in any settled future,"

"No, you're wrong," Trowa waved his finger, "maybe one chick would be a smart type and knock him out with a pan, drag his ass down the alter and get married and have dozens of children." Trowa smirked at the wide eyed American.

Trowa opened the fridge. He frowned at it, "who bought cheese burgers and pizza?" "You did," Trowa looked back at Heero. "I did? When did I have time to do that?"

"An hour ago, forgot?"

Trowa's frown deepened, he tried to remember that fact but nothing came up to him.

"Poor Tro, must be relapsing of the amnesia you caused him Q," Duo shook his head and Heero and Wufei sniggered.

Quatre yelled at them. "I said I am sorry, god dammit!!" he saw Trowa covers his ears and cowering in the corner; he felt pained and tried to pat him. "Trow-"

Trowa was shaking fearfully, "Don't hurt me again, please don't hurt me!" Quatre winced, "Trowa I'm not going to hurt you, calm down," the blonde boy reached a hand towards him and Trowa screamed and ran like a chicken to his room. Quatre's eyes widened and ran after him. "Trowa wait!"

"When is this farce ending?" Heero snorted, obviously bored with the prank they've pulled long time ago and not strangely, works every time.

"From the looks on Q's face, never." Duo laughed before he got out and walked to the living room, he needs to find his backpack and get some clothes on. He went to bed last night in nothing but his boxers straight after three hours of bathtub soaking. He never felt relaxed in his life before, though the boys didn't leave him alone. Duo grinned mischievously. He did enjoy torturing his friends, waiting for him to get out. Well, not exactly all of them, only Quatre who used a public restroom and Wufei (eventually said Yuga helped him hold up longer) had suffered. Duo actually wasn't surprised at Heero's action or Trowa. The first one warned him and when he ignored him he got in, did his duty, brushed his teeth and even washed his hair over the sink. Trowa however, didn't bother knocking first; he just entered the bathroom and took his shit then left, so typical of him.

Damn, his nose hurts like bitch. Duo pulled on his pants and sweatshirt and settled for some TV, glaring fiercely while flipping through numerous channels. "Fuck, that bitch doesn't even own a cable!"

The Asian boys came from the kitchen, giving him pity looks as Heero opened his laptop and logged into some sites and Wufei sat beside him on the large couch with a newspaper in his hand. "You won't have time to scratch that thick head of yours if you had a second job, Maxwell."

Duo snatched the newspaper from the Shenlong pilot. "Trust me Chang, I'll find my ways."

"Seriously, Maxwell," Heero talked to his laptop, "what would you need a second job for? Isn't the check you're getting good enough for you?"

Duo rolled his eyes, mocking his speech of the life acceptance and unambitious from his point oh view. "Yuy, not all people down like you," that comment earned him a glare, "I need to get a life, one that is separated from the gang. I can't relay on Q for ever. Besides, I need to get myself a good lookin' car," he grinned suggestively, Heero grunted a "Hn" at the 'responsibility' his partner was showing in his behavior.

Quatre came at the mention of his name. Maybe he was eavesdropping, who knows? "What's wrong with the one we're using now?" he crossed his arms, the boy had a hurt expression on his face.

"What, you mean that crap down there?" "It's a Chevrolet!" "It's a load of shit!" Quatre's eyes watered but Duo gave him his back so he pouted and hit the kitchen for a drink.

"Shit," Heero cursed when he read a message he received from HQ, "Barton, get ready for work," he called for the boy with weird hairstyle and grabbed his jacket next to the door.

"You two will be late?" Quatre asked, handing him a small folded piece of paper. Heero raised one eyebrow at the tiny paper, then raised the other one when he opened it and red the whole list. "Winner, what do you think you're doing?"

"Please Heero, we need-" "I'm not going there." Heero cut him off and dragged the taller boy with him before Quatre uses his secret weapon to manipulate him.

Quatre sighed, he needs to finch his work before his arranged meeting and now, he's stuck with grocery shopping.

"Guys, you think I could be a strip dancer?" Duo asked the newspaper.

Quatre and Wufei sweat dropped.


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Heero cursed himself; Une was definitely on his hit list. Why couldn't he be just like Trowa and get released on 6 pm? 11!! There is no one who works that long, he's working his ass out and it's too much for him! He will prosecute her, just like Quatre advised him.

The chocolate haired boy sighed desperately as he walked into their new building, he saw the building's owner holding the doors of the elevator open for him and nod to her.

The old lady smiled kindly at him. "Good evening Heero," Heero felt warm, some body do cares to great him.

"Good evening ma'am."

"How are you?"

Heero shrugged, "I'm fine, thanks."
"And how are your friends?"

"They're fine too."

They waited in silence for few seconds then she looked back at him, "How's Duo?"

"… Duo's fine." What's wrong with this woman?! Why won't she stop asking about each one of them?

"Are you sure?" Heero blinked, did something happen when he was gone? "I don't understand what you mean.." he felt stupid just saying that.

Her face showed sympathy as did her tone. "I feel bad it's not my business, but you have to know,"

Heero feared the most.



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