Subject: [FFML] [fic] Culture Clash! Part Three [GW-- Heh.]
From: DrgnPrinc1@aol.com
Date: 12/29/1999, 12:00 AM
To: gw-fic@egroups.com, GWML@onelist.com, FFML@fanfic.com, EvilHash@aol.com, HisameShizumaru@aol.com

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.
~~~~
Culture Clash!  Part Three
    by Those Who Wish to Remain Anonymous... and Death's Dragon Productions
~~~~
    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.
~~~~
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!
<Another> VAN!

I hate my job...
I hate my sig too...


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