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"Bone Yard Fest"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Language; I've been told that
Heero is OOC, but I don't think he is. Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I'm just having a little fun playing with the characters. You can try to sue me but all I have worth taking is my cat who is named Duo, but looks like Trowa. Pairings: None really Rating: R. Comments: This fic was written as a challenge.
A friend of mine gave me two random pilots, and a topic. I then had
to write a comdey with these guidelines.
Bone Yard Fest Part 2 Heero growled as he sat back in the driver's seat. He had literally tore the car apart, looking for the tickets. He had searched every nook and cranny, inside and out with no luck. He found the envelope that they were suppose to be in, but it was empty. Out of angered frustration, he punched the steering wheel, causing the horn to become stuck. A second punch fixed the problem. It was clear now that Wu Fei still had the tickets on him. . .or hid them somewhere in the lot before Heero arrived. Sighing, he restarted the car and headed back to the lot. There was no way around it. . .he was going to have to go head to head with Wu Fei in order to get the ticket. Not too surprising, the dark haired boy was still sitting in the lot, meditating. Letting the anger get the best of him, Heero slammed on the gas to reach 85 m.p.h., and heading straight for Wu Fei. Just as he was upon the meditating figure, it leapt from the sitting position and landed on the hood. Heero then hit the brakes, causing the outside passenger to fly straight ahead. With catlike reflexes, the flung form performed a back flip and landed on his feet completely unharmed, and grinning even more than when he was left. Heero turned off the car and stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to shake the whole car. "I pelted that guy, lied to that woman, and scared the shit out of that boy. That ticket is rightfully mine." "Not yet it's not." "I'm not in the mood to play your Chinese games. I want that damn ticket Wu Fei." "Then earn it." Heero wasn't sure if it was the games, or smirk that was plaguing him from his enemy's lips. Whatever it was, he couldn't take any more. "Look, I tried to be nice. . ." "By stealing my car and trashing it? Did you honestly think I was going to make it easy for you?" Heero charged the other boy and they were both engulfed in a flying fury of fist swings, and kicks. They seemed about equal and the fight appeared that it would go on forever. They were torn apart by a beeping sound. "You're beeping." Heero informed as he caught Wu Fei's fist in mid punch. "I know." He moved close and flipped Heero over his shoulder. The Japanese boy landed on his feet and attacked Wu Fei's knee, knowing that last year he had surgery on it. He was a little surprised that Wu Fei left his weakest spot open, but he took advantage of it, hitting it as hard as he could without breaking it. The Preventer fell to the ground after the attack and Heero placed a gap between them. He could see the pain in the other's face as he forced himself to his feet. "That's two falls." Heero informed as Wu Fei appeared to be having trouble standing. "It takes three to win." "I'm not going to fight you. You're injured. Just give me the ticket, you can't win against me." Stubbornness was buried in the coal eyes. Admiring his opponent's strength he tried a different approach. "Then let me buy the ticket from you as a business deal." "You've gotten weaker over time Yuy." "I'm weak, but you're the one that can barely stand?" Without warning, the fight continued. Heero wasn't really trying to land a hit, but was just defending, figuring he could just wear Wu Fei out for the time being. Despite the hurt knee, the last of the Chang Clan was able to fight well and somehow managed to knock Heero to the ground. That was the last draw. . .it was a cheap shot, but there was no other way to end this. Heero charged the injured boy, attacking with such speed that Wu Fei could barely keep up. As predicted, the Japanese boy won. "Where's the tickets?" Heero demanded as he extended his hand to the loser. "Barton has them." "What?!" "I knew you would try something like you did. Barton's truck was parked next to mine. While you were busy getting into your own car, I noticed that he had his window open a crack." "So they're still in the parking lot?" Wu Fei nodded and smacked away the helping hand. "You should get a doctor." "I'm fine. Let's go get those tickets." They climbed into the car and buckled up before heading back to the parking lot. "And I expect you to pay for my window." ". . .Hn. . ." The two of them circled the parking lot five times, but the truck was gone. So they headed to Trowa's home. Quatre answered the door, but neither Wu Fei nor Heero was in the mood for politeness. Trowa was in the study, sitting cross legged in a chair and reading a book. He looked up in surprise as the two visitors entered. The sweat from the fight soaked the room. "Where are the tickets?" They asked in unison. Trowa appeared confused as he looked from one boy to the other. "What tickets?" "The Bone Yard tickets I slid into your truck before you dropped Yuy off at the lot." Wu Fei quickly explained. "I didn't take my truck anywhere today. Quatre dropped me off, thinking I'd get a ride back with Heero." The colbat eyes widen in a combination of anger and outrage. "This had better be some kind of joke!" He warned and glared at Wu Fei. "Don't play Barton. I know that was your truck." He went on to describe it to a 't'. "Wu Fei I sold that truck last week." "You bastard!" Heero grabbed Wu Fei by the throat and threw him against the wall in sheer hatred. Trowa jumped from his chair and tried to pull Heero off before another fight broke out between the two. "Heero, relax. I have the home address and phone number of the guy that bought the truck. We can just give him a call and explain what happened." The Chinese boy was released. "What makes you think he'll do that?" Heero questioned as he turned his attention to his friend. "We are talking about the last set of Bone Yard tickets." "He seemed like a nice guy when I talked to him." "Fine, you're coming too." "What?!" Trowa looked over at Heero in confusion. "Why do I have to go?" "First off, he already knows you, so he might do it for you. . .and if not, you can do some sexual favors for him." "I'm not doing sexual favors for a guy just so you can get Bone Yard tickets." There was a warning glare in Heero's eyes. "But I will talk to him for you." Heero stepped behind Trowa and tried to hide his face. The man that answered the door was the same man that he had punched earlier that morning for being in his way. The chances of him turning over the tickets if he found out that it was for Heero would be none, especially since what happened. Heero quickly turned and headed back to the car, hoping that no one would miss his absence. "Hey Trowa, I didn't think I'd see you again." The over sized man smiled brightly at the thin boy. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about that truck I sold you last week." Trowa stated, wanting nothing more than to get the tickets and leave as quickly as possible. The last time he talked with Archie, the man kept hinting that he was lonely and didn't really have anyone. He then started informing Trowa just how beautiful he was. The Latin served as a good decoy for Heero to hide behind the hedge bushes out front and watch between the thin branches. "Sure, would you like to come in?" The older man seemed anxious, but Trowa was quick to decline. "No. No, I'll just stay here, besides what I have to say won't take long. Now, about the truck. . ." "It runs like a dream. You took very good care of it. I've had nothing but luck ever since I got it. Not only did I somehow get five tickets to Bone Yard, but. . ." "Actually, the tickets were what I wanted to talk about." "Oh?" The man stepped closer to the lean frame and Heero tried not to laugh aloud. He felt guilty for putting his friend through this, but it was Bone Yard at stake here. Trowa understood. . .he always does. "Were you lucky enough to get tickets? I heard they sold out in ten minutes." "No, my friend did manage to get some. . .and that's what. . ." "Do you want to go with me?" "Wha-what?" "Like I said, I got five tickets. I only really need one. I was planning to scalp the rest, but if you'd like to go with me, then I'd only have to scalp three." "Thanks Archie, but like I told you before. . ." Heero grit his teeth; Trowa was blowing it. "I'm already involved with someone right now." "Then what are you doing here?" "The tickets that you found on the front seat of your truck really belong to my friend. You see, he bought the tickets this morning and, not knowing that I sold the truck, slipped it in the window thinking that it was my truck." "So you just came to get the tickets?" "Yeah." He glared at Trowa a harsh minute as if deciding if he would do as asked. "Is one of the tickets for you?" "Actually, no." "Then why didn't your friend come and ask me in place of you?" Trowa glanced back at the bushes. He didn't know why Heero was hiding, but he was sure that his friend had his reasons. "I. . .um. . .I don't know." "Is this some kind of game with my emotions?" "No." "Because this isn't nice if it is. I thought you were a good guy Trowa." He was getting not only upset, but angered. Heero clinched his fist and pounded the ground. He should have handled this himself from the beginning. "He is a good guy." Heero assured as he stood up straight. Archie looked over at the voice and his memory served him. "I know you. You're that smart ass kid from this morning. You know him?" He asked Trowa and pointed to Heero. The Japanese boy quickly walked up to the front porch. "Yeah, Trowa's a good friend of mine, but I assure you that this isn't a game of emotions." The man glared at the boy who was standing next to the object of his affection. "Let me start of by saying I'm sorry that I punched you earlier." Trowa's jaw dropped slightly at the revelation as well as Heero's behavior. He knew that his friend was desperate for tickets, but this was ridiculous. "If it'll help the situation any, you can make things even by giving me your best shot." "I'm above that." The man stayed, in truth he feared Heero. He was a well built man, but if a kid could bring him to his knees with just one hit, then he was no ordinary kid. "Well, that's good. You're a mature guy. Now, those tickets are rightfully mine, so if you could hand them over?" "Actually, they're rightfully mine." Archie informed as he leaned against the door facing, and Heero wondered if the house would collapse under the pressure. "It's clear to me that if you hadn't acted as you did this morning, then I would have purchased the tickets, and they would have been mine." Anger waged Heero as it was now Trowa's turn to try to sneak off. He knew what his aggressive friend was planning, and didn't want to be a part of it in the least. "Then let's make a deal here." Heero started as he grabbed Trowa's upper arm and pulled him back to the top stoop. "You just said that you needed one ticket. So in a way of saying 'I'm sorry' you can keep the one, with no charge, and return the other four to me. That way, everyone's happy." Archie thought about that a moment. "You know, that does seem like a fair deal. . .but I don't know. After costing me problems and making me believe false things. . .I think I'd be happier with scalping the other four." Heero snapped. He took all he could for one day. He was going to get those tickets if he had to beat the man into a coma. "Look Archie. . ." "If you're going to scalp the tickets, let us buy them." Trowa cut off his angered friend, trying his best to keep another fight from forming. The older man spied the young passive boy more seductively. ~ * ~ Chapter
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