Thu, 29 Jun 2000
Title: Saigon
Author: BelleMorte
Archive: GW Addiction, please
Category: Alternate Universe, OOC I guess, slice of Lime, tiny bit of
angst.
Pairings: 1x2, 1x3
Disclaimers: I do not own Miss Saigon, the play was beautiful but the
owners' names' escape me at the moment, same goes for GW.
Rating: PG-13 (I don't really know...)
Warnings: Death, shounen-ai, implications of m/m sex, strong language.
Notes: Loved the play, thought of GW. Heero meets a prostitute during the Vietnam and finds out, all's not always well when the fighting stops.
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Saigon - 1975
Dreamland, strip/night club frequented by American Marines.
Under the garish flashing lights, American G.I. Heero Yuy sighed at his beer. He had been dragged here by his best friend Quatre Winner reluctantly. 'We need someplace to escape that feeling that the enemy is going to jump at us any minute, Heero.' Quatre had said. 'Fat lot this is helping...' Heero thought, downing the last of his drink.
"And now, for the event you've all been waiting for....the one, the only, Dreamland Miss Saigon Beauty Pageant!" The Engineer, owner of Dreamland, announced over the microphone. The men in audience cheered and roared. Girls of every color, shape and size emerged from the stage curtain, posing and making provocative invitations to select her as "Miss Saigon."
Duo stayed behind, peeking from behind the curtain. 'This feels so...wrong...but I must do this. I need to survive, and I need money. Forgive me, my family. Please understand...' he thought to himself.
"Hey toots, you better get a move on!" the Engineer scolded Duo. "You're lucky I'm even _hiring_ you, since you're male. If you want that cash, you _are_ going to work!"
Duo nodded and emerged from the curtain. One of the girls felt sorry for him and so had made him ready for the contest earlier. His long dark brown hair with sunkissed highlights was put in a bun and he was dressed in a cheap red satin dress. The eyeliner and eyeshadow made his ameythest violet eyes seem brighter, the mascara weighting his eyelashes down to make him look in a dreamy state.
"Woo-wee, Heero, ol' pal! C'mon, join the fun! Have another beer!" Quatre yelled over the crowd to Heero, apparently sloshed. "Wow! Look it that one!" He pointed.
Heero looked to where Quatre was pointing. He was pointing at Duo. 'Those eyes...' he thought to himself and then abruptly shook his head. 'No, no, I should be worrying about the enemy, but those eyes...such innocence...'
Quatre noticed the way Heero was looking at the girl and nodded. "She's a beaut! I'll buy her for ya after the contest, k Yuy?" Heero simply nodded, but thinking more in his mind.
"Pick me, guys, I'll do you pleasure! Fuck your brains out and do it again, as long as I'm Miss Saigon!" Kiki, one of the more experienced girls called out to the crowd. The crowd cheered louder. 'I can't do that!' thought Duo to himself. 'Maybe if I tell them who I really am...'
"I'm new here, but I'll do you good! I have a million dreams in my head, I'll do a million times better in bed!" Duo called out the crowd, wincing slightly. What was he doing? Calling out to drunken and perverted men like a slut?! 'But you are a slut now, baka. Your families dead, you have nothing to do but this.' a voice in his head reminded. Duo sighed, but kept smiling to the crowd.
"The votes are in!" The Engineer announced again on the speakers. "And the winner is...." he paused dramatically, "Gigi!!" 'Gigi, one of the other experienced girls,' Duo noted to himself. 'Oh well, I still have a chance at getting some cash...' As Gigi was crowned Miss Saigon, Duo noticed a blonde soldier go up to the Engineer and gesturing to him.
"Who? Ah yes, she's the one one. Du...et. Duet. Yes, sure, 30 dollars please, no less!" the Engineer told Quatre while marking it down on his clipboard. Quatre handed over the money and started walking towards Duo. 'My first costumer...' Duo whispered to himself.
"Hi, I'm Quatre. But you don't need to know that really, Duet. I want you to meet my friend over there." he gestured to a handsome brown haired male with striking blue eyes. 'Quite good-looking....did he call me Duet?' Duo thought.
"Yes," Duo said nodding, trying to get his voice to sound more feminine. "Let's go."
Quatre led him to the table he and Heero were sitting at. "Here you are, Heero! Have a blast!" Quatre said cheerfully, and left to get a girl for himself.
"Hello, my name's Duet." Duo said, keeping his voice high and sitting next to Heero. "And you?"
"Heero. Heero Yuy." Heero replied. He was gazing at Duet. Something didn't look right...Duet's chest was peculiarly flat, though he had known a lot of flat chested women, something about Duet seemed utterly masculine.
Duo closed his eyes for a bit. 'I need to hurry this up...but I can't let him know my true gender so soon...' he sighed in his head, 'Better to face the music...'
He opened his eyes again. "Shall we get a room, Mr. Heero Army Commando?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. Heero nodded.
'Hope I can pull this off...' Duo told himself one last time, leading Heero by the hand to one of the extra rooms.
End Part 1
TBC
Duo: Argh! What've you done to me?!?!
Belle: Hey! At least I'm not making you sing and dance!
Heero: Hn.
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BelleMorte
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