Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ voodoo kiss ❯ voodoo kiss 1/? ( Chapter 1 )
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 404 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 404 | Status: Work In Progress
title:: voodoo kiss 1/?
author:: Psyence [ previously known as narciso ]
rating:: NC-17
pairings:: 1x2, 3x4, mentions of 2x5
disclaimer:: go on, sue me. I dare you.
summary:: in which Heero is socio-phobic, Duo is annoyingly persistent, Quatre meddles, Trowa helps, Wufei hinders and Relena gets in the way.
warnings:: yaoi, AU, strong language, lemons, humour, strange plot, major UST.
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Heero arrived early at the restaurant, dressed in a smart suit that Trowa had set aside for him at the store. He had been warned - half jokingly - by Quatre, that if he managed to stain it he would have to pay £575 to replace it. Although Heero knew that Quatre had been joking, he was now fixated on the idea that he would spill red wine down his front, or that he would drop a whole plate of something sloppy in his lap. Already he had firmly decided that there would be no spaghetti, since that was one of the foods that could cause the greatest calamity. Anything that came in a sauce would be rejected, along with wine, as it stained horribly. No, he would just stick to the glass of water that he was sipping nervously, and maybe a salad.
He hadn't even wanted to go on the date. He hadn't even asked to be set up. He didn't /want/ to be set up. Heero thought about leaving, but knew that he would crack under the pressure of Quatre whining. And he was sure that they would have some sort of bet going on the date - whether Heero would cave in and sneak out the back door, or whether he would actually get some for the first time in nearly two years.
The fact was, Heero did not like people. He was quite content with his computers and his calculations. When it came to people, Heero suddenly went into lock down. He was like a program that had suddenly decided to crash, just before its owner got to save the document they were working on. All information prior to the lock down was lost. A mental block was placed on the conversation until he could muster enough coherent speech to continue it, and that usually happened after he had bailed. The few friends that Heero had were fine - he could talk and act freely in front of them, although he would much rather be alone. People simply confused him. He couldn't program people or configure their priorities with two clicks of a mouse button.
She still hadn't arrived. Heero was getting nervous. The plump waiter that had served him came back to the table and asked if he'd like anything else to drink. Heero stammered a 'no' and tried not to let his nervousness show. He wasn't a nervous man usually - it was just the people that got to him. And the waiting wasn't helping either. Heero was thinking about leaving again, just when a slim woman in a glittering turquoise dress came trotting down the aisle between the small tables. She gave him a broad smile and, Heero, guessing that this was the woman, gave a slight smile back. She pulled out her chair and gave a great sigh.
"Oh! Sorry I'm so late - the traffic's terrible!" she checked that her hair, which was tied in an extravagant bun, was still in place and smiled again. "You must be Heero." Heero nodded. "I'm Relena," she said, pressing a hand to her chest and grinning. Heero was busy willing himself to say something, anything - he couldn't just /sit/ there.
"You look nice," he said quietly. Even though he happened to think that the dress was a terrible mistake and that she was hellishly overdressed for the restaurant. Or maybe he was underdressed. Heero gave a surreptitious glance to the side and saw no one else in turquoise, and so decided that his first assumption had been correct.
"Thank you." Her smile grew. Heero thought it might jump right off her face if she wasn't careful. "Quatre was right - you're ever so handsome." Her eyes flickered up to his hair, which Trowa had fought with for a good half hour, but to no avail. It refused to lie flat. He thought about telling her this, but then decided that she didn't need to know. He'd let her think that he was starting a new trend. Or something like that.
"Have you ordered yet?" Relena asked, plucking the starter menu out of its stand.
"I was waiting for you," Heero lied. He had, in fact, been agonizing over what food was stain free. It had never occurred to him to look at the menu as a frame of reference.
"How sweet," she tittered over the menu. Heero was scanning the starters, looking for something that sounded very dry and in the absence of sauce.
"Oh - I think I'll have the 'minestrone alla casalinga'," Relena said excitedly. Heero glanced at the description of the starter - fresh vegetable soup. No thank you, he thought. Too easy to spill.
"How about you?" Relena asked, folding her menu and replacing it on the stand. Heero started to sweat. Everything sounded as though it would stain. "Okay, while you decide I'm going to go to the ladies room," she simpered, with a little laugh. She stood up and trotted off again. Heero relaxed, marginally. It was not going well. Heero wondered if he should simply start with a main course, but then realised that maybe it would be rude to do so, now that she was having a starter? He chewed on his lower lip and knitted his brow, staring intently at the starter menu and desperately trying to find anything that sounded safe.
"Would you like to order, sir?" the waiter, who seemed to have sprang out of nowhere asked quietly. Heero jumped and dropped his menu.
"I - She - Relena isn't -" Heero stopped mid stammer and stared the waiter in the face before jumping up and walking determinedly towards the exit.
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After taking half a dozen deep breaths and pacing slowly up and down the alley, Heero thought that he had calmed down enough to berate himself for making a complete ass out of himself. At least she hadn't been there when he ran though. That would have been worse. But even so, she would return to the table and wonder where he was, and no one would tell her until, maybe, the waiter would come and say, very quietly, that her date had exited the building at a very fast pace. She would be mortified. What if she went looking for him? Heero was suddenly afraid that the alley would be the first place that she would check. He turned to rush down the alley and into the street, but instead walked into the door that he had exited out of.
"Whoa! Sorry, dude!" Heero clapped a hand to his forehead and hoped that he hadn't done any serious damage. "Y'alright?" the voice asked. Heero lifted his hand away to see who was talking to him. A man, dressed in a busboy's uniform, was peering into his face concernedly. When he saw that Heero's eyes weren't crossed, or that he hadn't broken his nose, he relaxed.
"What’re you doing standing behind the door?" he asked. Heero bristled slightly and rubbed his forehead, which was throbbing painfully.
"I wasn't standing there on purpose," he snapped. The man held up his hands in defense and gave Heero a sheepish grin.
"Just saying - it was a pretty stupid thing to do." He picked up the three or four black plastic bin bags that he had been taking out to the trash. They looked fit to burst.
"I already told you-" Heero started, shouting.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You weren't doing it on purpose. No need to get uppity." He walked down the alley with the bags.
"I'm not - You slammed a door into my /face/!" Heero shouted after him, before following him down the alley.
"/You/ were standing in the way." The man had started stuffing the bags into the already overflowing dumpster.
"I already told you - I wasn't doing it on purpose!" Heero was getting into a decidedly bad mood. He almost wanted to go and sit back with Relena, just to get away from the stupid busboy.
"Oh yeah, because everyone just stands behind doors by accident. There's obviously a door there. You'd have to be blind not to see it."
"Who says I'm not?" Heero said juvenilely. The man snorted and glanced at Heero over his shoulder.
"Whatever, man. I've got work to do. Nice chatting and all." He finished stuffing the bags into the dumpster and walked back to the door. Heero followed him.
"I'm sure your date's still inside. Maybe she won't notice you ran out if you hurry," he said with a smirk. Heero flushed embarrassedly.
"Fuck you," he said, because he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Whatever floats your boat," the man laughed. Heero swore loudly and grabbed the man by the shoulder. He spun him around and slammed him against the wall by the door. The man's head cracked against the brickwork.
"Shit!" he shouted, screwing up his face in pain. "What's your problem?!"
Heero didn't honestly know. Embarrassment, he guessed. Heero had never really had a very tight reign on his emotions.
"You don't even know me," he snarled at the man, who looked utterly confused. Heero realised that the man's eyes were slightly purple. Only very slightly, but it surprised Heero nonetheless. He stared at his eyes and kept the man pinned against the wall, the heels of his hands digging tightly against the man's shoulders. He was examining the man's pretty purple iris' when he kissed him.
Heero started backwards and let go of the man, who looked just as shocked as he felt. At least he didn’t feel angry anymore, Heero thought.
"Uh, sorry," the man said. "You just - got nice lips." He opened the door quickly and slipped back inside the restaurant.
Heero wanted to go home.
author:: Psyence [ previously known as narciso ]
rating:: NC-17
pairings:: 1x2, 3x4, mentions of 2x5
disclaimer:: go on, sue me. I dare you.
summary:: in which Heero is socio-phobic, Duo is annoyingly persistent, Quatre meddles, Trowa helps, Wufei hinders and Relena gets in the way.
warnings:: yaoi, AU, strong language, lemons, humour, strange plot, major UST.
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Heero arrived early at the restaurant, dressed in a smart suit that Trowa had set aside for him at the store. He had been warned - half jokingly - by Quatre, that if he managed to stain it he would have to pay £575 to replace it. Although Heero knew that Quatre had been joking, he was now fixated on the idea that he would spill red wine down his front, or that he would drop a whole plate of something sloppy in his lap. Already he had firmly decided that there would be no spaghetti, since that was one of the foods that could cause the greatest calamity. Anything that came in a sauce would be rejected, along with wine, as it stained horribly. No, he would just stick to the glass of water that he was sipping nervously, and maybe a salad.
He hadn't even wanted to go on the date. He hadn't even asked to be set up. He didn't /want/ to be set up. Heero thought about leaving, but knew that he would crack under the pressure of Quatre whining. And he was sure that they would have some sort of bet going on the date - whether Heero would cave in and sneak out the back door, or whether he would actually get some for the first time in nearly two years.
The fact was, Heero did not like people. He was quite content with his computers and his calculations. When it came to people, Heero suddenly went into lock down. He was like a program that had suddenly decided to crash, just before its owner got to save the document they were working on. All information prior to the lock down was lost. A mental block was placed on the conversation until he could muster enough coherent speech to continue it, and that usually happened after he had bailed. The few friends that Heero had were fine - he could talk and act freely in front of them, although he would much rather be alone. People simply confused him. He couldn't program people or configure their priorities with two clicks of a mouse button.
She still hadn't arrived. Heero was getting nervous. The plump waiter that had served him came back to the table and asked if he'd like anything else to drink. Heero stammered a 'no' and tried not to let his nervousness show. He wasn't a nervous man usually - it was just the people that got to him. And the waiting wasn't helping either. Heero was thinking about leaving again, just when a slim woman in a glittering turquoise dress came trotting down the aisle between the small tables. She gave him a broad smile and, Heero, guessing that this was the woman, gave a slight smile back. She pulled out her chair and gave a great sigh.
"Oh! Sorry I'm so late - the traffic's terrible!" she checked that her hair, which was tied in an extravagant bun, was still in place and smiled again. "You must be Heero." Heero nodded. "I'm Relena," she said, pressing a hand to her chest and grinning. Heero was busy willing himself to say something, anything - he couldn't just /sit/ there.
"You look nice," he said quietly. Even though he happened to think that the dress was a terrible mistake and that she was hellishly overdressed for the restaurant. Or maybe he was underdressed. Heero gave a surreptitious glance to the side and saw no one else in turquoise, and so decided that his first assumption had been correct.
"Thank you." Her smile grew. Heero thought it might jump right off her face if she wasn't careful. "Quatre was right - you're ever so handsome." Her eyes flickered up to his hair, which Trowa had fought with for a good half hour, but to no avail. It refused to lie flat. He thought about telling her this, but then decided that she didn't need to know. He'd let her think that he was starting a new trend. Or something like that.
"Have you ordered yet?" Relena asked, plucking the starter menu out of its stand.
"I was waiting for you," Heero lied. He had, in fact, been agonizing over what food was stain free. It had never occurred to him to look at the menu as a frame of reference.
"How sweet," she tittered over the menu. Heero was scanning the starters, looking for something that sounded very dry and in the absence of sauce.
"Oh - I think I'll have the 'minestrone alla casalinga'," Relena said excitedly. Heero glanced at the description of the starter - fresh vegetable soup. No thank you, he thought. Too easy to spill.
"How about you?" Relena asked, folding her menu and replacing it on the stand. Heero started to sweat. Everything sounded as though it would stain. "Okay, while you decide I'm going to go to the ladies room," she simpered, with a little laugh. She stood up and trotted off again. Heero relaxed, marginally. It was not going well. Heero wondered if he should simply start with a main course, but then realised that maybe it would be rude to do so, now that she was having a starter? He chewed on his lower lip and knitted his brow, staring intently at the starter menu and desperately trying to find anything that sounded safe.
"Would you like to order, sir?" the waiter, who seemed to have sprang out of nowhere asked quietly. Heero jumped and dropped his menu.
"I - She - Relena isn't -" Heero stopped mid stammer and stared the waiter in the face before jumping up and walking determinedly towards the exit.
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After taking half a dozen deep breaths and pacing slowly up and down the alley, Heero thought that he had calmed down enough to berate himself for making a complete ass out of himself. At least she hadn't been there when he ran though. That would have been worse. But even so, she would return to the table and wonder where he was, and no one would tell her until, maybe, the waiter would come and say, very quietly, that her date had exited the building at a very fast pace. She would be mortified. What if she went looking for him? Heero was suddenly afraid that the alley would be the first place that she would check. He turned to rush down the alley and into the street, but instead walked into the door that he had exited out of.
"Whoa! Sorry, dude!" Heero clapped a hand to his forehead and hoped that he hadn't done any serious damage. "Y'alright?" the voice asked. Heero lifted his hand away to see who was talking to him. A man, dressed in a busboy's uniform, was peering into his face concernedly. When he saw that Heero's eyes weren't crossed, or that he hadn't broken his nose, he relaxed.
"What’re you doing standing behind the door?" he asked. Heero bristled slightly and rubbed his forehead, which was throbbing painfully.
"I wasn't standing there on purpose," he snapped. The man held up his hands in defense and gave Heero a sheepish grin.
"Just saying - it was a pretty stupid thing to do." He picked up the three or four black plastic bin bags that he had been taking out to the trash. They looked fit to burst.
"I already told you-" Heero started, shouting.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You weren't doing it on purpose. No need to get uppity." He walked down the alley with the bags.
"I'm not - You slammed a door into my /face/!" Heero shouted after him, before following him down the alley.
"/You/ were standing in the way." The man had started stuffing the bags into the already overflowing dumpster.
"I already told you - I wasn't doing it on purpose!" Heero was getting into a decidedly bad mood. He almost wanted to go and sit back with Relena, just to get away from the stupid busboy.
"Oh yeah, because everyone just stands behind doors by accident. There's obviously a door there. You'd have to be blind not to see it."
"Who says I'm not?" Heero said juvenilely. The man snorted and glanced at Heero over his shoulder.
"Whatever, man. I've got work to do. Nice chatting and all." He finished stuffing the bags into the dumpster and walked back to the door. Heero followed him.
"I'm sure your date's still inside. Maybe she won't notice you ran out if you hurry," he said with a smirk. Heero flushed embarrassedly.
"Fuck you," he said, because he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Whatever floats your boat," the man laughed. Heero swore loudly and grabbed the man by the shoulder. He spun him around and slammed him against the wall by the door. The man's head cracked against the brickwork.
"Shit!" he shouted, screwing up his face in pain. "What's your problem?!"
Heero didn't honestly know. Embarrassment, he guessed. Heero had never really had a very tight reign on his emotions.
"You don't even know me," he snarled at the man, who looked utterly confused. Heero realised that the man's eyes were slightly purple. Only very slightly, but it surprised Heero nonetheless. He stared at his eyes and kept the man pinned against the wall, the heels of his hands digging tightly against the man's shoulders. He was examining the man's pretty purple iris' when he kissed him.
Heero started backwards and let go of the man, who looked just as shocked as he felt. At least he didn’t feel angry anymore, Heero thought.
"Uh, sorry," the man said. "You just - got nice lips." He opened the door quickly and slipped back inside the restaurant.
Heero wanted to go home.