Hooray! We finished Part Three!
As Of Yet Unseen Antagonist 1: I'm sure they're all proud of you...
As Of Yet Unseen Antagonist 2: Oh, shut up.
As Of Yet Unseen Antagonist 1: Well, I'm sure I can find *something* to
occupy my mouth with... ::leer::
::CENSORED!!::
Oh dear, I realized I forgot to warn you all, but for those who haven't
noticed yet this blatent yaoi from the tips of it's toes to the top of it's
head. Males going at it like rabbits, boys, like rabbits.
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Culture Clash! Part Three
by Those Who Wish to Remain Anonymous... and Death's Dragon Productions
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Duo opened his mouth to speak, "I broke up with him for a reaso--" but
was cut short by an icy voice with a red-hot source.
"And who are you calling the Evil Fluff Demon, Duo?" A boy no taller
than five feet stood leaning against the doorway, smirking. "You know that's
my title. Even if I would rather be Dr. Badass."
"No, you're a wannabe Dr. Badass, Nav, you and Heero both. Wufei is the
*real* Dr. Badass." Heero and Navin glowered. As if on cue another groan
rang out from the bedroom. This time, however, it was not the voice of the
Chinese pilot, but the slightly deeper, airier voice of his partner Jerrimi.
Nav's eyes turned from Heero to Duo, slightly worried. "Oh, don't tell
me he..." Duo nodded, smirking. "Coffee...?" Navin's voice was amused, but
his blood red eyes were as indifferent as ever.
Again, Duo nodded. "Coffee."
Navin snorted, tossing his long red hair over one shoulder, gliding to
the couch. "And what of my brother?" Nav asked as he sat next to Trowa, who
watched him stretch his slender arms and legs with well-hidden interest.
"Not yet," Duo said, smirking again, "but he's working on it."
"Aa."
Trowa flinched as Quatre's moan echoed from the kitchen. Still glaring,
Heero stalked over to the couch, sprawling next to Navin. "Bakayarou, who is
*this*?!" The Perfect Soldier glowered at his fellow wannabe Badass, who
quite easily ignored him.
A giggle came from the kitchen. "Quatre-sama, you really should get
backrubs more often. You're so tense!"
Another groan from Quatre. "Just... nngh... just a little faster..."
Duo ignored the noises from the kitchen and, shaking his head, responded,
"this is Ender's older brother Navin." Nav cracked his knuckles,
flame-colored hair falling in front of flame-colored eyes. Trowa's emerald
greens were slowly moving over Navin's slender figure.
Another series of groans from the bedroom, Wufei's voice strained,
Jerrimi's bordering on ecstatic. Trowa stood to investigate but Duo rested a
hand on his shoulder, shaking his head and grinning. "Jerrimi said to ignore
any loud noises, remember?" The pilot of HeavyArms sat back down and the
room lapsed into silence, even Duo, or perhaps especially Duo, lost in
thought. Trowa's musings revolved around the newest arrival, this mysterious
boy whose looks were fire and whose attitude was pure ice.
Navin spoke softly soon after Trowa sat down again, eyes still on the
floor. "Shinigami no koibito..."
Duo's eyes widened slightly, just enough to give away his apprehension.
"Eh...?"
"He'll be here before too long."
Heero snarled suddenly, eyes narrowing. "Who?" He was on his feet,
Navin's throat in his hand. The redhead looked down at Heero's hand
silently, an odd smirk on his face. Suddenly the pilot of Wing found himself
on the other side of the room, imbedded in the wall. Navin brushed off his
shirt. Duo scowled.
"No property damage, please," Trowa sighed, in a rare act of expression
dropping his head in his hand. After a moment he opened his mouth to request
more information on the... affairs of today. Pausing, the HeavyArms pilot
reviewed his data. One floating, blue-haired little boy who was obviously
less innocent than he appeared and had known Duo for at least six hundred
years, by Duo's own admission, One... peculiar young man who was in the
process of... getting the stick out of Wufei's ass, one rather cold,
incredibly cute redhead with improbably colored eyes who had managed to
suckerpunch *Heero*, and one, as of yet unseen, lover. Then there was the
half-annoyed, half-amused look Navin had given Heero just before knocking him
into the wall. Trowa decided now was not a good time to demand an
explanation.
Before anyone could say anything else Ender appeared, dragging a blushing
and quite dazed Quatre behind him. In his other hand the boy held a shopping
list, which he was reading off. "Strawberries, bananas, chocolate sauce,
marshmallow crème, whipped cream, and champagne... for the strawberries." He
looked up, immediately zeroing in on his older brother. "Niichan, minna-san,
want anything else?"
"Oh, just pick up some scented lube. We're out," Duo responded. Another
sweep of the room yielded a shake of the head from Navin and Trowa, and a
glare from Heero. Ender took that as a cue to grab Quatre and bounce out of
the house.
A door closed down the hall. Soft light footsteps rang through the silent
room. Wufei appeared in the hallway, cheeks pink, a slightly dazed look in
his eyes, his hair half out of it's normally tight ponytail. Navin quickly
sized up the Chinese pilot, then went back to scowling at the ground. Duo
raised an eyebrow. Wufei was wrapped in a sheet. And that was all. Wufei's
voice was husky, and urgent.
"Lubricant."
"What?" Duo blinked.
"Lubricant. I need... lubricant." The Wufei-Zombie announced. Duo shook
his head slowly, and wet his lips.
"S-sorry, Wu... babe. We... we ran out a few days... ago."
Wufei blinked slowly, and nodded. "Aa," he replied, and turned back down
the hall. A door opened. A soft groan. The rustling of cloth. The door
closed. Navin stood and grabbed the end of Duo's braid, dragging him down
the hall without a word. Heero watched them go with another snarl.
Suprisingly enough Trowa joined him.
At the same time, rather far away, three more of Duo's... aquaintences
were doing their own catching up. "My dear Mirialdo, it's been far too long.
We should have had this meeting a long time ago." Zechs tossed his long
blond hair over his shoulder, smiling warmly at the figures in the shadows.
Both had long hair, but that was all one would be able to make out if one
didn't know where to look
"We have something you need, I believe, Zechs dearest," the other shadow
murmured, running his hands through the first's hair.
That hand was angrily knocked away, several strands of dark blue hair
floating into the light from the force of the blow. "Relen, how many times
to I have to tell you to leave my hair alone!" The deep voice inexplicably
gained a slight British accent. Zechs sweatdropped, his old friends never
changed.
"Whatever you say, little Kuro-slave," Relen covered the other's mouth
with his hand, getting bitten for his trouble. "Well, oh blond one, what do
you say? You *do* want your old allies back, don't you?"
Pausing seriously in thought, Zechs sat down, looking at the two slender
forms. Finally he nodded. "I want to kill Duo Maxwell." As he stalked out
of the room the two figures looked at each other. Kuronue laughed
scornfully, running his hand through his dark blue hair.
At the grocery store... Ender turned towards Quatre, running his hand
through his dark blue hair. The young boy was holding a very large bunch of
very large bananas, smiling sweetly.
"Do you think this is enough, Quatre-sama?" The young boy giggled,
dumping the bananas into the cart, and pulling out one, peeling it slowly.
The blue haired boy turned back towards Quatre, taking a rather large
mouthful of banana at the same time.
Quatre watched as Ender ran his teeth slowly down the length of the
banana and lick his lips, somehow managing to do all this and still look
incredibly innocent. The little boy nipped at the tip of the fruit, giving
the pilot a sweet, sugary look. Those deep eyes, however, narrowed
inexplicably. Remembering the feelings shivering through his body, Quatre
turned away from the little boy, a heat rising in his groin. The Sandrock
pilot wondering silently if he'd completely lost it. After all Ender was
only six. Face burning, Quatre grabbed the basket, making a bee-line for
the check-out counter. Ender giggled and ran after the blonde boy,
chirping, "Oi, Quatre-sama! Matte kudesai! Shinigami-sama said that we should
pick up some lubricant, ne?" A few shoppers closeby turned their heads in
surprise.
"Ender, don't call Duo that! Especially in public. Now stay here." And
Quatre dashed off to grab some lube. Ender smirked, finishing off his
banana, eyes fixed on Quatre's back.
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Umm... Yeah. C&C definately welcome.
Next Chapter: More Mysteries! And an explanation. And one, as of yet
unseen, lover. And maybe... if you're really good, more of the
antagonists... but don't hold your breath (They're evil about it, so sue us!)
Actually, don't sue us. Gundam Wing isn't ours. But Ender, Navin, Jerrimi,
Relen and Kuronue, and the as of yet, unseen lover all belong to US! Take
them and die. Don't make us send Ultra-Hentai Chibi-Relenas after you! And
Stuff.
Those Who Wish to Remain Anonymous
The Disembodied Voice of Chaos
Death's Dragon Production
The Prince of Dragons
Again volunteered for this... I didn't want to. Now you all know where I
live, dammit!
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I hate my job...
I hate my sig too...