25-July-2003
revised: 29-Aug-2004
Title: Endless Summer 2/?
Author: CleverYoungThief
Rating: R (for future chapters)
Warnings: AU, yaoi, shounen ai, language, slight OOC I've decided (I think it's just because it's so hard to see the G-boys in any kind of situation but war; not really OOC, just not... normal... *laughs*)
Just...be prepared for a little bit of anything. But not a lot of any one thing. Okay?
Pairings: 1+/x2, 3+4, 5+R<- maybe.
Archive: Sure. Email me at duffsbrandy @ yahoo.com
Feedback: Please
Dedications: 1x2 ML, and VA Scott McNeil's "surfer-dude" Duo voice... *hee*
As the two boys watched Duo swim back in, a voice spoke up behind them.
"Who is that?"
Heero turned around to face Quatre and Trowa, who had walked up behind them. They weren't dressed to surf. In fact, they looked like they were getting ready to go out somewhere nice to eat. Both were dressed formally. Quatre had been the one who asked.
"Just a haole drifter," Heero answered. "Duo Maxwell. West coaster."
"Hmm." Trowa narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to get a better look at the long-haired boy. "That name sounds familiar." His attention was shifted by the arrival of more surfers to the shore, however. He smiled a little and called out to a girl in a shimmery blue-green bikini. He lifted a hand to her. "Swish!"
"Hey! Shark!" The female surfer threw her board down on the sand and leapt into the tall, green-eyed boy's arms. Trowa laughed and twirled her around once before setting her down and kissing her on the forehead.
"Hello, Catherine," Wufei said, although not in the most enthusiastic manner. He had always held the long-standing belief that women should not be surfers. Ever. He refused to compete with them, which was one of the reasons he wasn't entered in the Billabong Pro on North Shore.
She looked over at him, smirking a little. "Wufei."
Catherine peered down at Heero, squinting, trying to see his eyes through his sunglasses. "Aren't you gonna say hi, Heero?"
"Hn. Hi," Heero muttered, glancing up in her direction for a moment before gazing back out to where Baka was playing with Duo Maxwell. The boy's braid had come loose in the water, and pieces of wet hair were plastered to his face and chest. The boy was laughing and splashing the dog, who just knocked him off his feet and into the water.
"Oooh, I got two words. I feel special now," Catherine said sarcastically, grinning. She looked at Wufei. "Does he always grunt, or just when us womenfolk are around?"
"Sometimes I get multi-syllable words. Even full sentences," Wufei replied matter-of-factly.
Quatre smiled at the girl warmly. "Hey, Catherine. Getting ready to ride?"
Catherine smiled brightly. "You know it." She pouted up at her older brother and gently cuffed his jaw, faking a punch. "C'mon, Shark, aren't you gonna go riding with me today? You know you want to. Tell him, Quatre."
Trowa shook his head, smiling. "Not today." He glanced at Quatre, and there was a completely different type of warmth in his eyes when he looked at the shorter boy. "We're going out to that new place on the docks."
"Your loss. Or I guess your gain, if you guys have planned a little after-dinner entertainment," Catherine answered cheerfully, causing the two of them to blush furiously. She gestured over her shoulder, where two other girls were making their way up the beach. "The other wahines are coming."
That caught Heero's attention in a heartbeat. He jerked his head in Catherine's direction, his voice suddenly changed. If the others didn't know any better, they'd have sworn that voice was plaintive, and a little scared. "Oh, Catherine, you didn't bring her, did you? Please say you didn't... "
Catherine grinned. "Oh c'mon, Heero. You know you like her. You better learn to get alone now, because after Billabong Pro, she's going to have this whole beach eating out of her hand. She's your only real competition, you know. But if you did win... which I doubt, you being a guy and all... .then you could get sponsored, Heero. You could quit workin' in that dusty shapeshop and just surf... and get paid for it!"
Heero scowled. "That's for sellouts. Besides... I'm not competing."
His scowl deepened, and he sounded almost sulky when he added, "And I like shaping."
Catherine snorted. "You would." She gave him a pleading look. "You should compete too, though. Maybe you won't compete because you know you'll lose," she baited. She kneeled on the sand and crawled towards him predatorily, whispering with her lips almost against his ear. "Or have you lost your guts? Clucking out, maybe?" Trowa's eyes widened slightly as he watched his younger sister.
Heero shot her a dangerous look, shifting away slightly. "I am not afraid of her."
"I think you're afraid of her and you're afraid to be beaten by a girl."
"Hn."
"Speak of the devil," Trowa said quietly, his smile widening a little. Relena Peacecraft walked up the beach in a sparkling blue bikini, pair pulled back into a low ponytail at her neck, blue eyes sparkling with challenge. She was followed closely by Hilde and Dorothy, her most common accomplices.
"Heero Yuy!" she declared confidently. Since her father owned most of the hotel chains on Oahu, she had a lot of influence to throw around, and she spoke like it. When she walked over to them, she glanced at Wufei and smiled.
"Hello, Wufei."
Wufei blushed. "Hm... hi," he muttered, lowering his gaze. When it came to Relena Peacecraft, he was torn between his attraction to such a pretty girl, and his dislike for female surfers of any kind. Relena was the most well-known female surfer on Oahu, so he really didn't know what to make of her.
Heero stood up, not because he didn't want to be lying down when she came up, but because he felt some kind of instinct that told him it was potentially dangerous to let his rival tower over him. At least standing he had the advantage of height. Quatre and Trowa stood at his back, exchanging a knowing grin.
Heero Yuy and Relena Peacecraft were the biggest surfing rivals on North Shore. As Trowa was fond of putting it, there were no two people on Oahu who understood each other so well and hated each other so much for it. The two athletes were torn between hatred, camaraderie, rivalry, grudging affection, and respect for one another.
Quatre had never seen such a complicated relationship. Sometimes he suspected the whole act was just a game to both of them.
"What?" Heero asked gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest.
She walked right up to him and poked one finger into his chest. Hard. "I was just speaking with some of the officials from Billabong. They've informed me that you, Heero Yuy, North Shore's most prestigious surfer, have declined an invitation to compete." She smiled sweetly. "May I ask why?"
Heero smiled mockingly. "No."
Relena's face twisted into a teasing pout. "Oh, c'mon Heero. You're not afraid to be humiliated on ESPN by me in front of thousands and thousands of people, are you?"
"I don't compete. And I'm out of your league."
"Care to make a wager then, Yuy?" she asked, grinning. She took out a quarter. "Heads, you compete at Billabong and prove I'm out of your league. Tails and... " She grew quiet, thinking a moment. "I'll drop out of competition."
"Relena! You can't do that!" Hilde said in horror. "Are you crazy?! You'd lose your chance for a sponsorship!"
"It's worth the wager to see Heero Yuy get back on a board in competition. Are you in or are you're a cluck, Heeeeero?" she asked, smiling at him.
Heero gritted his teeth together. He hated it when she said his name like that.
He looked over at Wufei, Quatre, and Trowa. Quatre nodded enthusiastically; he had already tried to get him to enter the competition. Trowa and Wufei just shrugged.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" called a voice from nearby.
The four girls and guys turned to look. Duo Maxwell had emerged from the water, hair completely loose and framing his face, a towel wrapped around his shoulders. Baka trotted happily at his heels, wet and panting.
Four pairs of female eyes widened.
And suddenly, all amount of screaming fangirl hell broke loose. The question of Heero's entrance into the Billabong Pro was put on indefinite hold.
Heero, Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei watched on in mute bewilderment as the local wahines went utterly and inexplicably insanae. You would have thought the Beatles themselves had walked onto the beach. But no. It was only just one madly blushing, decidedly disheveled grommet in wrinkled wet swim trunks and a black rashguard.
"Oh, no way! What are you doing on Oahu?!"
"Ohmigod, it's the God of Death!!!"
"Duo, Duo Maxwell, can you sign this?!"
"What in the hell... " Heero muttered, watching the boy get swamped by the shrieking, giggling female surfers.
"I don't know," Quatre said in confusion. Trowa's eyebrows were knitted together, and Wufei was looking amused. Heero thought Wufei was looking entirely too amused as of late.
Heero scowled, watching as Duo blushed and signed surfboards with a thick black Magic marker that had emerged from his backpack.
Who in the hell are you?
"I'll take your bet, Relena," Heero said quietly, trying to divert the girls' attention from one very flustered and embarrassed Duo Maxwell.
At least it caught Relena's attention. "Be quiet! Quiet! Heero just accepted! You all heard it, girls! Heero Yuy agreed to compete at Billabong Pro if the coin lands on heads."
She held up the quater. "Who wants to do the honors?" She looked at Duo, who was scrawling a big, loopy signature on Catherine's board. "Maxwell, you want to flip it? You're neutral, so it's only fair."
Duo looked up, his gaze flickering back and forth from the boys to the girls uncertainly. "Uh... sure. I guess." He took the quarter from her hand and flicked it. The spinning quarter flashed brightly in the late afternoon sun as it fell back into Duo's hand. The long-haired surfer slapped it against his other hand, then lifted it.
Heads.
Heero scowled. Dammit.
Relena almost crowed in triumph. "Yes! You are mine, Yuy!" she said gleefully, grabbing his shoulders and putting a big loud kiss on his cheek. Heero startled as if she had burned him with a curling iron. "Better start working out, Heeeero. You've got some training to do in the next two weeks, don't you think?"
Heero glared balefully. If looks could kill, Relena Peacecraft would be one dead wahine. "... Hai."
"Well, we're going to head out to the swells at the other end of the lineup. Catch you on the flip side, boys," Relena purred, grabbing her board and pushing past them.
Wufei smiled apologetically at Heero, then grabbed his own board. "I'll see you later, Heero. I think I'm going to head home."
Heero nodded at him. "Later."
"I'm gonna go too, I gotta do some shopping in town and stuff, so I need to hitch a ride before dark. Seeya later, Heero!" Duo looked back at the Japanese surfer, smiling a little, as if hoping for the other boy to at least nod back at him. When he didn't get any response, he sighed and grabbed his bags, heading off with Wufei.
"We have to go too, Heero. Our dinner reservations are at six," Quatre said. He smiled, putting his hand on Heero's shoulder briefly before they walked away. "I'm really glad you decided to compete, Heero. There's no point in having your kind of talent and not showing the world what you can do."
The Japanese boy rolled his eyes as the two of them left. Some decision. Did I even have a choice?
Heero grabbed Catherine by the shoulder as the girls were leaving, turning her to face him. "What was all that fuss about Duo Maxwell about?"
Catherine scowled at him. "What, have you been living under a rock or something?"
Heero looked back at her, raising one eyebrow slightly. "... No."
She rolled her eyes. "That's Duo Maxwell."
Now it was Heero's turn to scowl. "Duh. I know that."
Catherine shook her head, then repeated herself, as if speaking to a retarded five year-old. "No, Heero, that's not just Duo Maxwell, that's the Duo Maxwell. The God of Death? Don't you read?"
"Recipes and cereal boxes."
Catherine facepalmed. "Oh, for goodness sakes... Wait, here, look... I know you don't believe in commercial surfing, Heero, but it wouldn't hurt you to open a magazine once in awhile. Just so you'll know a celebrity if you see them."
She ran over and grabbed her bag, rummaging through it and grabbing a magazine. Transworld Surf was embellished across the front. She flipped through it, then folded the magazine to a page and handed it to him. "See? That Duo Maxwell."
AMERICAN GOD OF DEATH SWEEPS AUSTRALIA'S RIP CURL CLASSIC FOR FOURTH YEAR RUNNING
Aussies Bewildered By Californian Reaper's Upset
There was a full page picture at the beginning of the article. The surfer in that picture was none other than Duo Maxwell. The long-haired surfer was standing with one hand holding up a black longboard. The longboard was airbrushed with an American flag, a large skull and crossbones, and two crossed scythes. With his other hand, he was flashing a V for victory, grinning widely.
"Hn."
Catherine's eyes widened slightly. "Is that all you have to say? Hn?"
"I wonder if he's competing in Billabong."
Catherine shook her head and grabbed her bag, walking off in the direction the other girls had gone.
"You are hopeless, Heero Yuy. Completely hopeless."
RIPTIONARY: Surfer Terms
Grommet - teenage surfer
Cluck(ing) - n. A chicken v. chickening out
Swish - a timid surfer who is intimidated by bigger waves (like the
ones at Pipeline)
Shark - someone who cuts in on the waves of others; a ruthless surfer
(:./cyt/endless2)
