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"Keep In Time":“Touch”Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: R Warnings: AU, Pairings: 1x2 Summary: first meeting, side-story to Keep in
Time for lilzazu. Heero Yuy is a gold medalist skater, and the school’s
hottest star. Anything he wants, he gets. No one can touch him. Or
so he thought. "Keep In Time": “Touch” The music blared into Heero’s ears and he went through the motions, the blades sliding with perfect precision as he pressed them forward, then he twisted left, right, twisting around, threading through the cones he had placed on the pavement. He had set up the back of the private school into his own personal training yard. No one bothered him—He was Heero Yuy: Gold medal skater. No one could touch him. If he wanted to use the school’s long circular running track as a skating track, then the admin were pleased to give him the field and cancel all other practises so he could have it exclusively. They certainly didn’t want him injured by a rogue soccer ball or disturbed by the noise from the cheerleading practice. What they didn’t know was that Heero’s coach had no idea that he was doing this. Sure, Lowe had encouraged Heero to use inline skates to get from one place to another to tone his leg muscles, but he had no idea that Heero had been creative enough to dupe the whole school into thinking that his play was practice. Heero was not usually encouraged to experiment in other styles of skating, especially when it wasn’t figure skating, but Heero had fallen in love with trick skating. A year ago he and Relena were competing in Japan, making their impression on the international scene. But since time was so different and he couldn’t sleep, he was bored off his stick all night. He wandered the streets, looking for something to do, but when all he could really do was skate, there didn’t seem to be much that engaged him. That was when he nearly tripped on a little orange cone in the middle of a side-street. People started to holler at him in Japanese so he backed up, looking around confused. That was when he saw him, an older boy moved on a pair of inline skates, jamming a techno beat loud and hard, and he began to sway through the cones, cutting around each with complicated foot moves and tricks, up on the tip of the skates, at the side, one foot, two feet, zig-zagging and twirling through the cones. It had been mesmerizing. They called it inline street slalom and Heero was HOOKED. He didn’t even wait until he was back home in the states to buy his first pair of street-skates. Back home, Heero had begun small, waiting until after practice with Lowe to test it out in his driveway, then around on the pavement out back by his pool. He slowly got better, getting the feel of the street-skates pretty quickly and beginning to press for more impressive tricks. But he needed more room. That’s when he told admin that Lowe wanted him to train with inline skates, and they halted all the practices out on the main field, giving Heero the entire track to practice on. And no one tried to stop him. He was Heero Yuy. No one could touch him. That was, until about three days of consecutive ‘practice’ on the track. An uppity soccer player walked out when Heero was working
through a complicated turn sequence and stood in front of him. Heero
wasn’t about to stop, though. He didn’t take shit from anyone. He was new... Heero had never seen him before. Slightly taller than Heero, with angry violet eyes, a soccer ball balanced on his hip, a sports jersey hanging from his muscled shoulders and the longest hair Heero had ever seen on a boy tied back in a tight braid. He looked pissed. He didn’t seem to care who Heero was, or thought he was. He reached out, grabbing the white cord that dangled from Heero’s earphones, connecting them to his Ipod, and he yanked. Suddenly Heero’s world was filled with sounds again, and he glared at the boy, “Fuck you. Admin said I could be here.” Heero growled, advancing towards him with a snarl. That usually worked to frighten people. Everyone was intimidated by him. No one dared touch him. The boy put his hand out, connecting with Heero’s chest to stop him, and then he gave him a little shove. The first touch. “Well, I don’t give a flying fuck what admin said. All you’re doing is twists around some pylons, and the soccer team has to practice half way across town because of you. Well, listen up Mr. Gold Medalist skater, I ain’t gonna do it anymore, and we’re gonna practice here. I don’t care if you practice here too. We’ll share. I’m easy to get along with when people are reasonable. Unlike you. “ Heero grabbed his hand. The second touch. And shoved him away, “You want to practice? Fine. Practice. I really don’t care, as long as you don’t get in my way.” Heero growled, pushing off the pavement, picking up his earphones and sticking them back in one at a time. “Jerk,” he heard the braided asshole hiss under his breath as he walked away, back to his team more than likely. Heero flicked his eyes to watch him walk away, his braid swaying against his ass as he walked... ‘Maxwell’ was written across his shoulders. Heero had no idea how much his life would change the day Duo Maxwell walked into his life, but if he had, he might have just grabbed him then and kissed the hell out of him to save himself some aggravation. But he didn’t. Instead he flipped him the finger
and went back to his skating, curving around the little pylons and
ignored him, and the rest of his soccer team, for the rest of the
week.
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