10-Jan-2001
Disclaimer: Er... You think, if I owned GW, I would write THIS? Poor you...
Well, this is what comes of me realizing I need some god damn (vulgar mood) practice writing sap. Also, I came across some radical Christian groups in my censorship research, one of which was planning to boycott Disney because they have (many high place) gay employees. I got to thinking... And this is the product, absolutely mindless. *coughs* One of these days I will write something with a point, I swear.
Note: While 'Snow Angels' was done totally while listening to Jump Little Children's 'Dancing Virginia,' this was done under the influence of 'Boy Meets Girl' from Da Da Da, accounting for the difference in quality. (And tone) It's fast, hyper, and downright great, even for someone such as myself, who normally doesn't much like fast songs. There are some exceptions, like the Iketeru Futari opening and a Nurse Angel Rurika song...
Pairings: 1x2/2x1
Warnings: Sap *freaks out* and waff, religious bashing
Spoilers: o.0
Archive: GW Addiction
Comments: Yes, please!
Prussian blue flickered from one to another, then another, one by one running by every figure he could see, checking them for threat, weapons, intent. But their beady black eyes were unreadable, ethnic clothing rife with possible weapon caches, their movements menacing in that oh-so-innocent way. Every one of them could be dangerous.
He shifted in his seat, knowing the rocking vessel would be a liability should it come down to violence. Reaching for his gun, he tensed in preparation -
"Heero," Duo interrupted him, laying a calming hand on his arm, a sharp contrast to the mirth in his voice. "To start with, you look really weird, reaching into your pants like that. Secondly, the 'It's a Small World' people aren't going to hurt you."
Looking back, he realized Duo was right, the people in the boats behind them, children and adults, were all looking at him with a mixture of disgust and confusion. He slowly lowered himself back into the hard plastic bench, ignoring the rocking of their pitiful vessel.
"That's what you're supposed to think," he whispered to his partner - in more ways than one - before subsiding totally with his arms crossed across his chest in a familiar surly gesture. He wasn't surprised when Duo threw back his hand and laughed, the merry sound filling the chamber, resounding off the walls and many figures dotting the landscape.
"Heero, you just crack me up!" the American finally gasped out, wiping tears from his eyes and poking the short-haired pilot gently. "Disney World has been around for centuries, and I can guarantee you that never once have the people from this ride attacked anyone." Heero refrained from comment, brooding in his seat as only Heero Yuy can do. Duo continued laughing, somehow finding merriment in the fact that they'd been stuck for over thirty minutes in one place, and any normal boy his age would have gone stir-crazy by now. However, it had become apparent that Duo Maxwell was anything but normal...
However, after another half hour, even Duo failed to find amusement in the whiny children, grumpy parents, and moody boyfriend that surrounded him. His mind dawdled through ideas, rejecting both throwing Heero into the water as well as catapulting himself into it. Peering over the side of the creaky plastic boat, he noted that the water looked far from sanitary. His eyes flipped from Heero, the cranky people around them, and then to various ethnic dolls, noting the stereotypes utilized. His sighed, slumping forward into his seat, when his gaze caught upon the French chorus line dancers, and he was hit with what could only be called a stroke of genius. 'If these people don't mind their kids looking at that...'
He slid across the plastic bench, pressing himself to the warmth of Heero's body. No one, including his partner, seemed to notice as he wrapped his arms around the Japanese pilot, pulling their bodies even closer. Only Heero noticed as he pressed his lips to the boy's cheekbone, moving up to nuzzle his ear. Even is was only to arch an eyebrow and flick his eyes towards the other denizens of the "ride."
"What about them?" He inquired into Heero's ear. Apparently this was satisfactory, for the only response he got was the sudden warmth of arms surrounding him. He smiled as he pressed his lips to Heero, plying them apart with his own.[1]
Other people were finally beginning to notice as what was apparently a contest to see who could shove his tongue further down his partner's throat began to ensue, neither winning until they had to declare a time out for air. Heero had barely sucked in a breath when Duo was on him again, nearly launching them both into the soiled water slapping against their boat. Their heads were both hanging off the boat and it was tilting dangerously as Heero succeeded in getting his hands up Duo's shirt, working the offending cloth up and sliding his arms around Duo's now bare back. An appreciative moan answered him, as well as renewed assault, Duo's hands floating to work into his hair, one slipping mysteriously down the neck of his shirt.[2]
Anything further was halted as everything lurched forward, the ride finally catching up with itself. Heero threw an arm out to steady himself, aware now that they were dangerously close to flipping over. He pushed himself and Duo up, realizing that he and his partner had, in fact, been very much in the limelight.
"Mommy," he heard one boy ask, "What are those people doing?" The mother visibly swallowed before replying.
"Well, when a boy and a girl -"
She was cut off by Heero's sudden snicker, as insult washed over Duo's face. "Oi!" He protested mildly. "Watch who you're calling a girl!"
Comprehension dawned on the woman's face, eyes widened in realization quickly became scandalized and she hissed, "Nothing, son. They're just servants of the devil!"
No one was paying attention to the songs or dolls anymore as her snarled comment seemed to echo. Duo seemed torn between retaliating or laughing when Heero made the decision for him.
"Hn!" the blue eyed pilot snorted. "Ignorant bitch."
Duo's jaw couldn't have dropped more as the woman's blond hair seemed to rise on her head, and he noted for the first time her T-shirt, matching her child's, that proclaimed loudly "Jesus loves you. Turn or burn" It was decorated with a picture of a bleeding heart.[3]
Silence was the reigning factor as the rest of the ride was completed without further incident or even talking, even the high pitched singing seemingly drowned out by the overpowering malevolence crackling through the air.
Duo couldn't have cared less, though, as he wormed his way under Heero arm with a devilish grin. His Japanese partner allowed it, even capturing one of his hands with the one wrapped around Duo's body.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked playfully.
"Hn." came the response. But the tightening of the limb around his back, the almost imperceptibly leaning towards him, betrayed what Heero meant, as they were supposed to. The small smile that graced his face cracked all doubt, breaking Duo into small chuckles that sounded for the last few seconds of the ride, until their boat bumped into resting, and they were finally able to get out. Both stretched tense limbs and muscles, one obviously and one nearly inconspicuously. Both, however, were noticeably content, even Heero's unusual relaxation giving him away.
"Saa, Heero, where do we go now?" Duo asked as they finally faced sunlight again. "I hear that the Haunted House is -" he interrupted himself with a meaningful cough. "Interesting." The implications weren't lost on Heero, long used to his lover's evasive but suggestive comments. He smirked.
"Race you," he suggested, then took off, out of earshot in the milling masses before Duo could even voice his protests.
The End
Abrupt ending! I can't take too long on this. *shrugs* It's alright, but I had to write the scene, as promised to Misha!
Notes:
[1] About this time it started spiraling into another 'BY GOD! I WROTE THAT???' thing. I blame it all upon... *searches* Ryuichi! *shoves singer into crowd of MLers and runs*
[2] I'm quite scared... I scared myself. *crawls down a hole*
[3] That was an actual billboard. O.o
I would like to stress that, if you are Baptist, please don't be offended. I have lots of problems with the organized Christian religion, one of which is their strict anti-gay policy. That just pisses me off, and makes me feel about like Heero. -.-; Also, their subservient women thing. How someone could think they could do that to someone makes about as much sense to me as the women accepting it without protest. *rant rant*
Ryan Harbin
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