July 28, 2000
Om...just a warning if you're looking for something serious with even
some semblance of a plot...
Hehe...you should go elsewhere...
AKL and BCW
For Karen, a counter gift. And because she's really cool. ^_~
They were in the middle of dinner. "Master Quatre," Rashid said, inclining his heads towards the blonde boy's guests. "There is a wanderer at the door who wishes to tell your fortunes." Quatre looked around the table at the other three boys.
Heero looked bored enough to self-detonate, Trowa had nearly fallen asleep into the mashed potatoes twice, and Wufei was having a duel with himself using the steak knife and salad fork, punctuated by cries of "Hi-yah! Yah, yah!". Duo, the lucky duck, had declined for reasons of health. Maybe it was a mistake to try and stay close with them after the war. Maybe the American had the right idea.
Relieved, he signaled for the fortune teller to be brought in. "She wishes that each young man in the young should join her in the hall." Quatre shot the older man a strange look, but said nothing.
"Well then," he said cheerily. "Who wants to go first? Heero?" The Japanese boy pointed at Trowa with his fork.
"Send your boy toy first, I want nothing to do with it." Snorting, Wufei nodded his agreement with Yuy. "She's probably nothing but an old bag full of sh--"
"Language," Rashid warned, and Heero rolled his eyes, but did not finish his curse.
"I'll go," Trowa said, shrugging. "What can it hurt?"
The moment the brown-haired boy returned from the room, he looked apprehensively at Quatre. Mistaking his look for one asking him to also see the fortune teller, he nodded and left the dining hall.
The instant he returned, he dragged Trowa into the nearest bedroom and spent the next three days screwing him silly.
Wufei and Heero glared at each other. "You go first," the Chinese boy snapped. "For all we know, the fortune teller could be a dangerous assassin armed with hallucinogens. You saw what Quatre did to Trowa!"
Heero shook his head. "What can a fortune teller see that the Zero System cannot? You should go, Wufei, your destiny is clouded." As if to mock him, he pressed his hands to his temples and rocked back and forth in his chair. "I am getting a vision--"
"Shut up," Wufei sighed with less bite than usual, and left the dining room.
Wufei returned, looking as stoic as ever. "The fortune teller said that unless all the young men in the room visit her, evil things will come to pass and a young man with a braid will die in a most unpleasant way." Sniffing, Heero made his way into the hall.
The fortune teller had a black cloak on, disguising her face and hands. "Child," she croaked, "you seem troubled. Perhaps your heart is heavy with thoughts unvoiced?"
The Japanese ex-pilot laughed. "You wish," he muttered. "No, I am fine."
"Really? The darkened line of your brow says otherwise." There was a pause, then the old woman added, "Perhaps you think of a lover?"
"I have no lover," Heero scoffed.
"A potential lover?"
"None of those, either," Heero said, examining his nails.
"A good friend?"
"I have no friends."
"Surely that is not true. Your eyes betray your words," the woman suggested, resting a warm hand on his. "I sense that you look on someone's face fondly. Who is this young person?"
He snickered. "You're off your rocker, lady--"
"An acquaintance, then. Someone who you know that you do not understand?" Heero smirked.
"Well, there is this one person..."
"And?" Was it just him, or was the old lady's voice getting more and more impatient?
"I don't understand why she always follows me around, telling me to come kill her..."
An hour later, having finished his Relena-ranting, he felt much better indeed. "Thank you, it was good to get that off my chest." The old lady yawned and nodded dreamily.
"Anything else you want to get off your chest? Someone bothering you?" Heero laughed.
"Well, now that you mention it, there's this boy..."
"What's his name?"
"...Duo." She made a sound of triumph. "He's the most annoying little baka I've ever met in my entire life. He thinks with his stomach, not with his head. He considers the battlefield his playpen." Heero's chest suddenly tightened. "I can't stop thinking about him."
"Do you know why? I sense...I sense that you may be in love with him!"
"Maybe you're right," the Japanese boy murmured, and then suddenly found himself with a lapful of squirming fortune teller... He yanked the hood back...
"DUO!"
"Oh Hee-chan, I had no idea you felt the same way... Well, not about the baka and annoying part, but the maybe-love. Because I maybe-love you too." Then Heero took him into his arms and kissed him breathless. They eventually moved to their own rooms for a bit of nighttime exercise, but that's a story for another day.
Heero was quite pleased with his fortune.
~owari~
Yes, that was shamelessly fused with Jane Eyre...^_^
We do not own the idea, just the badly constructed sentences...
Ariana and Bianca
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