19-Jul-2000
::bounces about waving wildly:: I'm done, I'm done!!!!
I finished the next part of Video Boys! I'm so sorry
it took so long. I've been having writer's block, but
thanks to my muse, Hervé, it is over! ::does happy
dance a la Balky:: So here it is! And there will be
more tomorrow!
Warning: slight OOC, 1X2, 3X4 pairings
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Video Girl Ai
and I never will.
Duo was amused. He'd gone through all of Heero's clothing and discovered that he owned only one good suit. A pinstriped charcoal gray suit with a matching fedora hat. Duo lay them on Heero's bed and smiled.
"He'll look like some gangster from the twenties and thirties in this." Duo chuckled. "Oh, Relena, you better enjoy this half as much as I am just staring at the suit." Rearranging the outfit so that wouldn't crease while waiting for its wearer to get out of the shower, Duo glanced about for the shoes to go with it.
He found them under the bed and dug them out. They needed some polish, so Duo scrounged around the room until he found some and began polishing. His man wasn't going out on his first date with unpolished shoes, no siree. Sitting in the computer chair, Duo worked quickly and discovered that the shoes actually had a layer of dust that dulled its polish, so all he really had to do was wipe them off and they were ready. Duo decided he'd polish them anyway.
Whistling as he worked, Duo didn't notice Heero reenter the room, towel wrapped around his mid drift. Heero walked over to his drawers and grabbed a pair of underwear out of it. Turning his back to Duo, Heero dropped the towel and slipped on the underwear. Duo stopped whistling.
Heero didn't care if Duo saw his butt or not, they were both male, everything was the same. At least he hoped they had the same equipment. Heero actually didn't know about Video Boys and he didn't feel like asking Duo right now.
Instead he fetched an undershirt and socks. Tossing them on the bed, Heero quickly scooped up the towel and draped it on the end to be picked up and moved to the bathroom later. Duo's eyes followed him.
The circles Duo had been making with the polish rag slowed as he watched Heero dress. He kept his head down, but peered up through his long lashes and bangs.
Heero noticed and for some strange reason began to prolong his dressing. He didn't really understand why he was doing this, he just knew that Duo was becoming uncomfortable and that this was his chance at revenge.
Picking up his pants, Heero slid them up his legs, pausing just below his butt before jerking them over and fastening them. The under shirt came next followed swiftly by the shirt. Heero made certain that he was still facing away from Duo, but glanced over his shoulder every so often to get a look at how Duo was. The Video Boy was beginning to turn red.
Heero wondered what was on his mind, but didn't ask. Instead he turned his thoughts inward as he suddenly wondered why he was enjoying making Duo blush.
He'd never thought about his own desires before. He'd just gone from one mission to another, not thinking about anything but completing it. Now something new was creeping into his normally single-minded thought pattern. It seeped through every vein in his body and warmed him with a delicious sensation. This troubled him greatly as he'd never thought about love before, and he was beginning to wonder if this sensation had anything to do with it. What? Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier in love? With a Video Boy? An entity that didn't truly exist, but was merely part of a tape that had gone haywire? No, it couldn't be. A soft rap on the door broke his train of thought.
"Duo, we need to go get the flowers." Quatre stated. His voice sounded a bit strained. Duo leapt up, set down the shoes, rag and polish and left without a word. Heero sighed and resumed dressing as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, his mind wouldn't let the issue rest and he spent the next fifteen minutes trying to drive the question if Video Boys were anatomically correct and if he really wanted to know, out.
Duo was a nervous wreck. He and Quatre walked in silence to the store, picked up and paid for the flowers and headed back. He didn't know what was bothering Quatre, but he knew what was bothering him and he didn't like it.
He wasn't supposed to feel like this, what the fuck was wrong with him? He couldn't believe he'd been staring at Heero that way, it was crazy! He was a Video Boy. He wasn't supposed to have impure thoughts about people.
Hum... Heero, minus clothing in bed with... NO! Duo threw that idea out and reminded himself that his only emotions were the ones attached to helping people and being friendly. No where in that list was the word lust written. Was lust even the right word? Maybe love was. But love was something that it took time for people to build. It was a gradual thing, wasn't it?
Then what about the phrase "love at first sight"? Duo reminded himself. There is such a thing as that. Duo glanced over at Quatre and realized that he needed to talk to him, to warn him that there was more damage than once thought.
I'm only supposed to be a two-dimensional character, Duo thought. I don't have emotions outside of the ones given to me.
The boys arrived at the florist shop wearing concerned expressions. The florist, a nice woman with two light brown, almost blond braids, looked at them.
"My don't you two look stern. And just yesterday you were bright and cheerful." She leaned on the counter.
"What could be wrong?" Quatre fidgeted for a moment.
"Oh, come now, you can tell Sally."
"Well," Quatre began.
"You see there are these two friends of ours." Duo broke in. "And they have dates tonight, which we helped arrange." Sally arched an eyebrow and smiled knowingly.
"Ah, say no more. I understand completely. You have crushes on your friends." Quatre bit his bottom lip and kept looking at the floor, Duo played with the tip of his braid. "You don't need to worry, your secret is safe with me." Sally told them. "But if I were you, I'd tell your friends this."
"I can't." Quatre blurted out. Immediately he regretted saying it and hung his head again.
"And why not?" Sally demanded.
"Because."
"Because they're going out with some one else. Well two some ones, to be exact. And they've had their hearts set on doing this. I mean after all, this is their mission." Duo said.
"Their mission? You mean they're going out with these people because they were supposed to?" Quatre and Duo nodded.
"They believe that it is their mission in life to date these people." Quatre muttered trying to cover up Duo's mistake. He'd used the word mission, which could endanger Heero and Trowa if the wrong person heard about it.
Sally sighed. "I'm not sure what kind of advice to give you except, be true to yourselves and tell them the truth. Even if they reject you, you'll at least have told them. Then you won't be looking as glum as you both are now. I hate to see my favorite customers feeling sorry for themselves. Flowers are meant to cheer people up, not bring them down. Now, lets see, you ordered two boutonnieres and flowers, right?"
They both nodded. Sally smiled and disappeared into the cooler where all the flowers were kept. Quatre gave Duo a questioning look and Duo promised that he'd explain later. Quatre told him the same. Off to the right and amongst a huge display of roses, two figures stood. They eyed the boys.
"I don't like the sounds of this."
"There's something wrong. We may have to intervene."
"And here I thought we were going to have a peaceful evening."
"Sometimes that happens."
"Yes, well.Let's keep an eye on them at least."
"Hai."
"If it gets any worse we will have to stop them."
"Of course."
Duo and Quatre returned to the house in time to hand the boys their boutonniéres and flowers. A single long stem red rose for Dorothy and a small bouquet of various colored carnations for Relena. Neither said a word; instead they went into the kitchen to find the typed instructions for the limo drivers.
At exactly 5:00 the two limousines pulled up outside the house. A black one for Heero and Relena and a white one for Trowa and Dorothy. Quatre shoved the instructions into the Trowa's startled hand and pushed him outside to his ride. Duo walked out to Heero's driver and calmly gave the man the folded piece of paper along with a few words. Then he thrust Heero into the limo and disappeared back into the house.
Sitting in the back of his limo, Trowa wondered why Quatre hadn't wished him luck. His mind flickered back to the bathroom and he wondered if the blond was angry with him. But why? Trowa couldn't answer his own question. Instead he focused on his date with Dorothy. He had to make it work or he would fail. It didn't matter what else happened he had to complete this. Yet he couldn't shake the image of Quatre from his mind. He'd been almost surly, as he'd ushered Trowa out the front door. It wasn't like Quatre at all. The nice, sweet, beautiful Quatre. Beautiful?
Where'd that thought come from? Trowa swallowed and shifted so that he was looking out the window. Shoot, I've made a mess of things, Trowa told himself. I was just trying to get him back for this whole behind the back date setup with Dorothy and I've made him mad.
What was I thinking? He hadn't been thinking and that was the thing. He'd done what had first come to mind and that was teasing Quatre. What would he have done if Quatre hadn't left the bathroom at the time he did?
Would he have continued the little strip tease until he was standing buck naked in front of the Video Boy?
Then what? A little voice in the back of his head screamed "take him then and there," and for once Trowa didn't ignore it. He had to admit that little voice had been getting louder as the days passed. Ever since he'd first found the blond perched on him, electricity still crackling from the TV, the voice had been whispering naughty things to him.
Trowa had done his best to ignore that voice, but it wasn't working. Is this what they call love at first sight? He wondered. I mean if a person invades your waking thoughts, does it mean love? He didn't know.
Something outside caught his eye. Someone had yet again drawn a huge heart on the town water tower. Normally there were names inside the heart, which someone regularly drew on the large cylindrical structure.
The little voice chirped "it's blank, go write 3+4" and Trowa mentally swatted it.
"Oh, come on. You know you want to."
No, he told it.
"There's red paint in the garage, you're good at sneaking out and climbing things."
I said no.
"Please."
This train of thought was getting him nowhere. He needed a distraction, something to do.
"3+4"
"Shut up." He growled at the little voice. He needed help, serious mental help and soon.
End Part 8
~Tigress Pern
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