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" Mission Marriage"Written By: CalicOcat
Started & Completed: Dec. 2002 Genre: Romance, Humour Pairing: Future 1x2x1, 3x4x3, 6x9 Rated: R Warnings: AU, OOC, Swearing Archives: a little piece of gundam wing at http://raygunworks.net
and at Ruby Moon's 1x2x1 Fanfic Page at http://www.angelfire.com/anime4/rubychan/ff/index.html
and Notes: Takes place two years after Endless Waltz. 'Thinking' "Speaking" ************ Time passing or scene change *~*~*~*~*~* Major POV shift Author's Notes: Umm, this is - well, *different* from anything else I've written. Ever. In any fandom. I don't quite know where it came from <scratches head> but it won't go away unwritten, so I'm writing it. Then maybe I can get back to the *other* stories I'm *supposed* to be working on. I'd blame it on a muse, but I didn't know I *had* a humour muse, so I'm not too sure who to blame. Feedback is appreciated. #################################################
Mission: Marriage Chapter 11 Following Abdul through the Winner estate's garden, Lady Une took a deep breath as they passed beneath a rose-covered trellis. 'Ah. Roses. That scent certainly brings back memories.' As they rounded a curve in the path, Une spotted a picnic blanket. The remains of a picnic lunch were spread on it, and on one edge sat the infamous Pilot 01, back propped against a tree trunk, watching the equally infamous Pilot 02 sleeping, curled up with his head pillowed on 01's lap. 'I think Treize would like the results of peace.' In response to Heero's raised eyebrow, she simply smiled and nodded, not wanting to wake the other teen and spoil the peaceful scene. The blinding smile she received in response was accompanied by a silently mouthed "Thank you". "You're welcome," she mouthed in return, then turned back to explore the rose garden.
"But Heero, you *have* to have a bachelor party. It's traditional!" Quatre insisted. "No," he repeated as he walked away. "No bachelor party."
Quatre wailed in despair, "But you *have* to have one! It's traditional! Heero won't let me throw one for *him* either!" "Q, what the hell kind of fun would it be when my best friend couldn't be at it?" Duo demanded. "Let Heero come and I'll consider it." "But that defeats the whole purpose of a bachelor party!" Suddenly suspicious, Duo added, "And no strippers either. The only naked hunk I'm interested in, I can see anytime I want." "WHAT?! What's the point of even *having* a bachelor party if you don't have strippers? They're traditional!" "And since when have *any* of us ever been 'traditional'? I'd rather have a fun night out with *all* of my friends than watch good-looking guys that I'm not even interested in strip in the company of only *some* of my friends." Pausing to think for a moment, Duo offered, "But if you *really* wanna throw some sort of party for us, I betcha I've got a suggestion even Heero will go along with. And it'll be fun, too." "Oh, fine then," Quatre sulked. "What is it?"
"Stop complaining or I'm going to start thinking you were more interested in the strippers than giving your friends a fun evening of relaxation before the wedding!" Trowa warned semi-seriously. "Of course not! I just... I just want everything to work out perfectly for them. Heero's worked *so* hard for this. I guess it just seemed like maybe following all the standard wedding traditions would somehow help everything go right." Giving his lover an apologetic look the blond asked, "Have I really been acting that badly over this bachelor party issue?" "Yes." Seeing Quatre's wince, Trowa relented slightly. "Not really around the others, but it was definitely noticeable to me. Just have a good time tonight and all will be well." "Okay. And really," Quatre said, starting to warm up to the idea, "it *does* sound like it's going to be fun."
Leaning around the corner, Dorothy squeezed off a totally useless shot - Duo was definitely long gone by the time her hit-penalty had worn off and let her shoot again - before replying, "Does finding them both 'dead' and making out, each with the other's flag in their possession, in the service elevator less than five minutes after the start of the first short-lived game where they *weren't* ring any bells?" "Ah. Right." The communicator was silent for a few moments, then Wufei's voice asked plaintively, "So why aren't they making out *now* instead of beating us ten captures to two?"
'And the score is now *eleven* captures to two, Fei-fei...'
"Heh. Guess Shinigami's still got it," Duo muttered sleepily, leaning on Heero's shoulder. "Enjoy it while you can, Maxwell," glowered Wufei. "We'll get you next time!" Quatre looked around at the weary but contented group. 'I think it's a good thing I didn't have this the night before the wedding like a traditional bachelor's party! We'd have to go straight home to get dressed for the wedding without any sleep!' Glancing at his watch, he groaned slightly as he realized, 'And I'm *still* only going to get a few hours before I have to meet the caterer to finalize arrangements for tomorrow!'
"What's wrong?" Trowa asked. "That's the third sigh in less than five minutes." "It seems like everything is almost going *too* smoothly," the Arabian boy admitted. "Virtually everyone actually sent in their response to the wedding invitations, Relena let Une transfer Heero, Heero seems to be making a *lot* of progress with Duo, all the decorations came in exactly as ordered..." He shrugged. "I know it sounds stupid, but I'm half hoping that there'll be a problem with the cake or the caterer or something, just to get the bad luck out of the way." "There better not be a problem with either at this point, considering that the wedding's tomorrow," Trowa scolded. "But Trowa, even the *rehearsal* went smoothly! *And* the rehearsal dinner!" "Did you persuade Heero to follow tradition and *not* spend tonight with Duo or see him before the ceremony tomorrow?" "Yes." "Well, *there's* where your problem is going to be. I don't think he's stayed away from Duo for that long at once since Duo had Heero moved in with him. One or both of them will probably be a total basket case before the ceremony," Trowa warned. "I think those two can create enough problems on their own without you wishing for additional ones." "I don't want *additional* ones - I want catering problems *instead of* the ones that they will create!" "Ah. In that case - I hope the wedding cake gets dropped and the caterer is late." |
