June 28, 2000
Gack...this monstrous...thing has become larger than I ever imagined...But Heero as a famous popstar is one of my favorite daydreams, and I'm enjoying it thoroughly. It's a nice break from the Diamond Key, that's for sure...
And Zechs and Trowa make their first appearances...Trowa is one of Heero's dancers...and Zechs... o.0;
ja ne
~ana~
Dedicated to Mini, who always makes me laugh. ^_^
Warnings: OOCness. Severe severe OOCness. But hell, I had fun writing it and I hope you have fun reading it.
I've taken the...coughcough...liberty of using songs from the 1990's and the...er...00's. Pretend they're from AC 195.
For the best effects, listen to the song posted at the beginning of
each part while reading. ^_^
This part's song is "The Rockafeller Skank" by Fatboy Slim. ^.^
It's the one that goes, "Right about now...blah blah check it out now
blah blah blah right about now..." Over and over and over.
The entire camp was humming with barely contained excitement. Night had fallen and there was a large black stage set up in a clearing, strobe lights and colored streamers adorning every metal support. Chairs and tables had been set up in a horseshoe shape, with Duo and Quatre front and center.
Heero sighed as he pulled back the flap of the tent, still wearing only his black boxers. "How can you lose an entire suitcase?!?" he yelled, pointing accusingly at Dr. J, who yawned. "It was there when we left!"
"Brat-child, just wear what you've got on now." Then he *really* looked at what Heero was wearing. Attractive, he mused, but we don't want to send the wrong message... "Never mind. Put your jeans and your shirt back on. By the way," he added as the Japanese boy tugged his jeans over his hips, "Sally said it would be good publicity if you could make friends with some of the soldiers. So, dammit, don't be so fucking standoffish! And you're going to stay here in a tent like the rest of them." Anything for publicity, he sighed to himself, watching his uncle prune his beard.
"After tonight, Heero, I have business in Tokyo to attend to. You stay here until I come back." Dr. J slapped his ass hard. "Now, hurry up! You're late!"
"Fine, fine, you fat bastard," he sighed, running backstage. The dancers were all huddled in a crowd, chewing their nails frantically. "Sorry I'm late," he mumbled, then sneezed as he was hit with a wave of perfume; the frightening thing was, he wasn't sure if it was from the male dancers or the female dancers...
"Why aren't you dressed?" Trowa asked, looking him up and down. The Japanese boy felt a curious tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach, but dismissed it as hunger. Heero waved him off with some speech about Dr. J and luggage conspiracy theories. "Okay," he said rather doubtfully, pulling out a tube of body glitter and smearing it generously on Heero's face. "What are we starting off with?"
Things went downhill from there. Heero had no idea the stage supports were so weak, or else he would never have done the break dancing set. So when the stage suddenly tipped, sending three of the girls flying on top of Trowa and the green-eyed boy into the crowd, right on top of some poor, innocent blonde boy, Heero began to get a very bad feeling.
They finished "Give It to You" and another pop-type number by some archaic boy-band with little fanfare, and then, out of nowhere, dark clouds circled the stage, thunder booming over the bass, pouring buckets on them. The lights fizzled out and there was screaming heard backstage. "My synthesizer! Blast it!" [2]
Everyone scattered in different directions. Heero stood, frozen on stage, microphone in one hand, eyes bugged out. This could not be happening. It just *could* not be happening now. The body glitter was slowly seeping down his cheeks, pooling in the collar of his tank top, even as the hair gel began to rinse out of his dark locks, dropping to the ground with a soft 'plop'.
"Hey," Duo yelled, motioning rapidly. He and his friend and Trowa were all huddled under a rather small umbrella, the last of the group. Everyone else had ran for their tents, leaving overturned chairs and muddy boot-prints. "Come on!" he sighed, grabbing Heero's hand. The Japanese boy felt his breath catch as those eyes, darkened to almost black, tangled with his. His hand was so warm, his skin soft like a baby's. "You'll catch a cold and lose your voice." His bubble burst with an audible pop.
Of course, Heero scolded himself. It's just your voice he's worried about.
Duo couldn't help but grin as he crushed the smaller singer to his chest, wrapping him in his heavy green jacket. Quatre, supporting a limp Trowa, steered them towards Duo's tent. It was the biggest tent in the camp, and not without good reason. Sometimes, the blonde boy thought, he didn't wonder if getting hit with Duo's whipcord braid could classify as 'assault with a deadly weapon'. Simply stated, it was dangerous to stand within three feet of him. The danger applied not only to humans but to tent poles as well. He had lost count of the number of times Duo's braid had knocked down his own tent.
They huddled on Duo's cot, much to the braided one's chagrin, and watched as the storm ravaged the camp. "I didn't know it was supposed to rain," Duo said at last. Heero, who was still wrapped in Duo's coat, spotted a tiny dot taking off in the sky and felt a shiver run through him.
"Hey!" he blurted out. "You're cold." Heero looked at him as if he had suddenly grown a knew braid out his nose. "I mean, you know, I have a sweatshirt or something you can borrow. If you want to," he added quickly. Quatre had to stifle a giggle as Duo jumped up from the pallet and began knocking various boxes and bins over in his attempts to look for the sweatshirt and stare at a soaking wet Heero.
"Sure. Thanks." A few moments later, Heero sneezed. Duo was instantly at his side, whacking Trowa in the face with his hair. The dancer blinked twice, then his eyes focused on Quatre, who, unnoticed by Heero or Duo, let out a little squeak. "Quatre, Duo; Trowa."
"Hi. Found it!" Duo yanked out a navy blue sweatshirt with a hood and tossed it to Heero. The Japanese boy blinked twice as something warm and soft landed on his head. Duo giggled. "Sorry!" The warm and soft thing was removed, only to be replaced by the American's head, not an inch from his. [3]
"What happened?" Trowa asked groggily, shifting uncomfortably as he realized he was stretched out across Quatre's lap. The blonde soldier slid out from beneath him, edging gradually towards the end of the bed until he suddenly fell off with a loud "oof".
"Are you okay?" Trowa's head appeared in Quatre's line of vision, however shaky, and he tried a brief smile.
"Fine. Could you, ah--" He held out his hands hopefully. The green-eyed boy smiled, amused, and pulled him back onto Duo's cot. He was lighter than he'd estimated, because they both went flying into Duo, who ended up sprawled on top of Heero.
"This...is awkward," Duo laughed, feeling his face flush as Heero wriggled beneath him. "Hey guys, wanna let me up now?" Quatre, though he was secretly loath to move, reluctantly rolled over and off Trowa. [4] "The rain's stopped," Trowa remarked casually. The blonde boy's eyes darted over to his slender form and over the pale muscle hidden by a decidedly evil green mesh shirt. Heero, who had just managed to get the sweatshirt over his head, made a face.
"Guess we can finish the concert now," he sighed as the filed out of the tent, Quatre and Trowa first, then Heero and then Duo. The braided one was content to walk behind Heero, watching his jean- clad butt as the soaked material clung to hard thighs. Back and forth, back and forth, clenching and unclenching, turning around...
Heero almost said something as he saw Duo blush, but then they were at the stage and there was no point. His face had already returned to its normal color. The Japanese boy filed that one away to examine later in the privacy of his own tent. "Well," said Trowa rather dubiously, "it looks kinda wet--"
"Nonsense," Heero said, climbing up the makeshift stairs, "it's perfectly fiII~IINE!" He took one step onto the black platform and went flying, his boots slipping on the accumulated water.
~CRACK!~Motion ceased and over 100 pairs of horrified eyes watched as his neck snapped back and he landed hard on his shoulder. A tendon in his arm screamed in protest as he tried to get up, the world swirling in his vision.
"Oh my God..."
"Is he okay...?"
"Hahahahahahaha!"
"Shut up!" BAM!
"Duo! Don't--" BAM! "Oh dear..."
"Someone call a doctor...!"
"HeE~eerOoooo!"
"Ow," he muttered. "I knew this was going to be a lousy day..."
End Part Three
[2] Can anyone say, "From the dub?"
[3] If you didn't think hentai thoughts...
[4] What the hell. This entire part is hentai. ^_^
Ariana
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