GWML--here's the little thing I mentioned I was working on 
earlier. C&C
always welcome.

Note: KnM had one too many Dr Peppers before writing this. 
Standard fic
disclaimers apply--basically, don't sue me cause it ain't my 
fault and the
boys ain't mine, and we're all happy little yaoi hentais.

	Hey! :)

Warnings: Spontaneous combustion, gratuitous use of the word "weenie."
Relena bashing.

	
	Heh heh... you said 'weenie'. :)

Pyractomena Borealis Part II

	Um... right.

The hot dog cart, which had been peacefully sitting not three 
meters away
from me, exploded in a giant fireball.

	Well, you got my attention quickly.  Nice opening. :)
 
<snip>

Well, I guess it was kind of a compliment to us Gundam Pilots that the
civilians were so untouched by war that something so mild 
would freak them
out.

	Ah, so THAT's the series this is based off.  Well, I've never seen
it... although if this fic is any indication, I may have to rent it. :)


<snip>

I'll admit it, my next reaction to the entire thing was a lot 
less than
professional. In fact, it was down right juvenile. As I 
watched the flaming
weenie bits falling majestically from the sky, I could only 
think of one
word to describe the whole situation.

"COOL!"

Ok, I guess you would've had to have been there.

	Nah.  We said the same thing when we set the Scoutmasters tent on
fire, way back when.  He kinda looked like a weenie, too, when he hopped out
of it still in his sleeping bag.



 

My arms were grabbed roughly and I was spun around. One of my 
knives flew
out of my hand and skittered under the ice cream cart in a 
silver arc, but
I kept a firm hold on the other one, and it was pressed against the
grabber's throat even before my eyes had finished refocusing. I found
myself looking into a pair of intense blue eyes. Heero.

I quickly pulled the knife back, and his eyes narrowed 
slightly, flicking
downward to look at the silver blade for a moment. I looked 
down as well.

There was a faint red sheen on the edge of the blade, and 
blood was welling
up on Heero's throat in a thin line.

My eyes widened and I dropped the knife. "Oh shit, man, I'm 
sorry, I didn't
mean to..." I started babbling incoherently. I couldn't tell if he was
angry or not, but I was damn upset. It was just a little 
nick, but I'd done
it to Heero.

Heero gave me a firm shake that set my teeth rattling. "Stop 
apologizing,"
he said, "It's a good reaction. It'll keep you alive."

I shut up mid-word. He kept his iron grip on my arms, and I 
suddenly became
aware of just how close he was. Heero was abruptly the focus 
of my world,
the screaming girl and the crowd and the fire suddenly 
retreating until all
that was left for me was him and the pressure of his hands on my arms.
Blood was still welling slowly from the shallow cut I had made on his
throat. It was fascinating. The cool power inside me, the 
thing that lets
me wake the dead up, stirred sleepily in the place it normally hid in
during the day, deep in my gut.

	This whole section here is very cool, but I can't help but wonder:
was any of this inspired by the Anita Blake series of books?  Sounds VERY
similar... the style, I mean, not the situation.  I don't think Anita's ever
had to face down a flaming weenie cart before....


 

I reached forward, and Heero relaxed his grip on my arms 
enough to let me
do so. His eyes were mirrors; I couldn't see what was going 
on in his head,
but that was no change. I barely touched the line of blood on 
his neck with
my fingertips, and his eyes widened at that, his breath 
suddenly catching
in his throat. I quickly pulled my hand back. There was blood 
on the tips
of my fingers, and for one freaky, irrational moment, I 
wanted to lick it
off, then lean forward and lap the blood from his neck, because he was
MINE, and press him back against the ground until--

"HEERO!" came a shrill cry.

	DUO: Ah, hell... there goes the neighboorhood.

"Heero, are you ok? What was that?" she was babbling, and she 
was doing it
even faster than me, which was a major achievement. But hey, 
you win some,
you lose some. She'd never beat me where it counted. All I 
had to do was
check down the front of my pants and keep telling myself that...

	
	<blink blink>  Not gonna TOUCH that one...

If only. Who the hell knew which way Heero was bent? If any. 
Maybe his idea
of sex was binary fission or something.

	Ok, now I'm REALLY wondering....  Maybe I gotta see that series
sooner, rather than later.

I felt around under the cart until I found the knife I had 
dropped. That
went into one of the wrist sheathes. The other knife was 
still laying on
the grass with Heero's blood on it. I didn't really want to 
pick it up, but
I did anyway. That got wiped off on my pants as well. I've 
lost count of
the number of sheathes I've ruined by putting a dirty blade 
back in them.
This was only a little blood, but all it took was a teeny bit 
to gum up the
works and make it impossible to draw the knife.

	Beautiful!  Nice explanation... most authors don't bother, and until
I found out a few years back, I would never have thought of the reason you
don't sheathe a dirty blade.
	Nice work.

Hoo boy. There were people running around, having hysterics 
and afflicted
with third degree weenie-burns, and she was acting like a 

	I'm not going to be able to get that image out of my head now.
Thanks.  Thanks a lot. ;)

hers was eminently readable. I know the fires of hell when I see them.
Either that, or it was flames reflected from the weenie cart. Not sure
which.

Damn, I was just stepping on everyone's toes...

	<singing> These boots are made for walking... and walking's what
they do...</singing>


 
<snip>

Heero slowly raised one of his eyebrows, his look, if 
anything, increasing
in its crustiness. "Leave the exploding hot dog carts," he said, his
slightly nasal voice incredulous, or at least as incredulous 
as it get for
him, "to the professionals?"

	Are you having problems with exploding weenie carts?
	Do hot dogs regularly blast holes in your kitchen or attic?
	Have you ever seen a flaming, flying weenie?
	If the answer to any of these questions is 'yes', then don't wait
another minute.  Call the professionals.
	Weeniebusters.

	(apologies to the other GB fans out there... it just popped in
there... DOH! ;)


<snip>

Heero checked his watch. "Aa."

	
	Ok, this happens a lot throughout the rest of the fic.  Just what is
"Aa"?  It's not a word I'm familiar with, and saying it out loud (which I
usually try when I'm trying to figure out what a word means) just sounds
silly.  I can tell from context that it's an affirmative of some sort,
but... it's confusing!

 
<snip rest>

	Hoo boy.

	As I mentioned, I'm not familiar with the series this is based on,
but lemme tell ya - this was cool!  Great grammar and spelling (which is
nice for a change).  If you don't continue this I... well, I don't know what
I'll do, but I'll think of something.  Yeah!

	Again, great work.  I'm looking forward to more.

	Brian Payne
	sofaspud@ior.com
	brianp@nhspokane.com
	It's 10:00pm.  Do you know where your fanfics are?
	http://www.ior.com/~sofaspud


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