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"Spookems"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Not mine. My psychiatrist assures
me that they never were either, although I specifically remember creating
them… Warnings: AU, questionable and evil humor, romance
with slices of angst (which I fix!) Rating: Ah…NC-17 or thereabouts, I think Pairings: 1x4, 5x2, 3+a box of stolen Pocky Author’s Notes: Okay, so I’m sitting
here one day, in the mood for a ghost story, and can only find ones
where one of the boys is a ghost and falls in love with one of the
other boys, at which point one of three things happens. Either a)
after some hot steamy sex the ghost crosses beyond, leaving the other
one to suicide *grr* b) he somehow is given a body or c) they have
to wait until the next reincarnation. C&C appreciated. Flames will be used to defrost
my windshield. Enjoy, peeps! Dedicated to Tricksy. I’m going to miss your
antics, love. //thought// *emphasize* " Spookems"
Quatre was brimming for a fight. Jay had manipulated Heero ever since he was six, when his parents had died, and he wanted that to end. He especially wanted to tear a strip off of his hide for what he had done yesterday. Heero, for his part, just wanted the whole thing over with. Jay was standing next to the piano, eyeing it with distaste, when they entered. He looked up, weighing them with his eyes, a cold mockery of a smile on his face. “Well. So the lovers have finally decided to grace me with their presence.” His eyes fixed on Heero. “You’ve outdone yourself, boy. This is the first time in your life that you’ve completely countermanded my orders.” Heero’s face was impassive. “I won’t obey you anymore.” “And forgo all of the musical training that you want? The education you so badly crave? Ha. Don’t make me laugh.” “He won’t have to ‘forgo’ anything.” Quatre had his ‘businessman’ face on, as Duo called it. This was the negotiations after a battle, and he was treating it as such. “Heero has the means to pursue any education of his choice, to any level that he desires. And no, sir, I do not refer to the accounts under your control.” Jay’s internal radar started shooting off alarms. There was a light of cool victory in Winner’s face that he didn’t like. “What have you done?” “I created an account for Heero, investing money for him. He is financially dependent of you.” Quatre allowed a cold smile to cross his face. “Your whip is broken.” Jay growled low in his throat. He had just been outstripped by a boy, and the feeling galled. Fastening his attention on Heero, he snarled. “I created you. You are nothing but an experiment. You don’t have the *right* to refuse my wishes. Apparently you have forgotten that an artificial human doesn’t have the ability to do as it wishes—” Quatre’s thin control over his temper shattered. He took two steps forward, fist cocked back, and threw it with all of his pent up frustration and anger at the man in front of him. Jay hadn’t been expecting the punch, and collapsed onto the floor like a felled oak. In astonishment he put a tentative hand to his rapidly bruising jaw. “The only thing subhuman here” Quatre told him quietly “is you.” “There’s nothing left here that you can twist into your purposes.” Heero’s voice was just as cool and contained as his lover’s. “Leave.” Jay picked himself up gingerly. He eyed Heero for a long moment. The irony of the situation did not escape him and he gave a bitter laugh. “I was trying to create the perfect human. Apparently, I did too good of a job.” With a nod to acknowledge their victory, he left the room. Heero waited only until he heard the front door close before approaching Quatre and lifting his hand. “Did you bruise it?” “A little.” Quatre shrugged it off. “He just…made me so mad.” “I noticed.” Heero grinned at him. His whole day had become brighter the moment that the blond—who was usually so gentle—had punched Jay. Duo popped his head in. “Hey! How did it go with Mr. Bad and Ugly?” “He lost.” Quatre answered, the adrenaline in his blood dissipating. “Quatre punched him.” Heero added. “No way.” Duo bounded the rest of the way in and gave Quatre an enthusiastic hug. “I’m proud of you Q. That’s the first time you’ve hit somebody since you found that jerk kissing your sister.” Wufei had been watching the scene, Trowa standing next to him. “Apparently we have one less foe to worry about.” “Hn.” Trowa idly was caressing his kitten’s ears. Trousers had been quiet the entire day, since Relena was barricaded from the house. “And I think I know how to get rid of the other one.” Wufei continued, eyes crinkling a little in silent amusement. + “No.” “Aw com’n Heero, it won’t work otherwise!” “I said no and I meant no.” “Quat, help me out here, would you?” Quatre looked up from his contemplation of the pink teddy bear sitting on the table. A *pink* teddy bear. A LARGE PINK teddy bear. Where had Wufei found this…thing? “Heero, she wouldn’t accept it from anyone else.” “And what makes you think that she would accept it from me at all? Especially after what happened this morning?” Heero wasn’t happy about Wufei’s plan. He didn’t want to have to interact with the ghost at all. However, in order for this to work, he would have to not only give Relena the bear, but talk to her long enough for Wufei to complete the incantation and trap her inside. “But this morning the only person that she was screaming at was Quatre.” Trowa pointed out. “Ought! Trousers, you can’t eat the bear.” He picked his kitten off the table—there was something about the right ear that absolutely fascinated the creature—and started rubbing it’s tummy in order to sufficiently distract him. “Stop whining, Yuy.” Wufei finished stitching in the last symbol on the back of the ribbon and then retied it around the bear’s neck. “Do you want her gone or not?” Heero growled a few choice words under his breath, but reluctantly nodded. “Fine. That spell of yours will wear off soon, won’t it?” “Roughly five minutes.” ::Heeeerooo~!:: “Or not…” Everyone took Relena’s approach as their cue to leave. Expeditiously. Heero glared at their hasty retreat, feeling like he had just been abandoned by his comrades on the eve of battle. But he stayed put, gingerly touching a corner of the ribbon around the bear’s neck. If he wanted any peace in this house, then surely he could force himself to sit through the next five minutes. ::Heero!:: Relena appeared in the next moment, eyes brimming with tears and her hands wringing themselves shapeless. ::I don’t understand you at all!:: //Truer words have never been spoken.// Heero took a deep breath. “I’m sorry that you were upset this morning, Relena.” Which was true. He rather wished that she hadn’t been upset, since he hated dealing with her emotional outbursts. He gestured towards the bear, the motion a little jerky. “Um, the bear is a cease fire of sorts.” Relena, as expected, melted. ::Oh, Heero. That is such a sweet gesture.:: Heero willed her closer. “I know you can’t exactly touch it, but…” She smiled gently and reached forward, grazing the forehead lightly with her fingers, as if she could feel the fur. ::It’s the thought.:: There was a slight spark of white around the bear. Relena tried to jerk back, eyes wide, only to find that she couldn’t move away. The spark died, and some invisible force drew her closer. Relena struggled frantically. ::Heero! What’s going on?:: Wufei came in at that point. “Ah good. It’s working.” Heero’s eyes cut towards him dangerously. “You had doubts?” Wufei shrugged. “In approximately twenty seconds she should be bound completely inside the bear.” Relena quickly added two and two together, eyes narrowing. ::Heero! How dare you do this?!:: “I’m tired of dealing with you. You’ve plagued me since the day you’ve shown your presence, insulted the people that are important to me, and you refuse to see why I choose to ignore you. Enough.” Wufei stepped forward and pushed the last bit of Relena into the bear. ::LET ME OUT!:: “Nope.” Duo bounded in, the other two following out of morbid curiosity. “Sorry, Rel, but we’re all kinda tired of putting up with you, y’know? ‘Fei?” Wufei nodded and made sure the spell would stay in place before casually tossing the bear to Duo. Duo caught it with ease and turned toward a box that had been sitting on the table. Heero and Quatre gathered closer. “Duo…what are you doing?” Duo winked at Quatre. “Watch.” He put the bear inside the box—Relena was now cursing his parents thoroughly, but everyone was ignoring her—and taped it shut. “Okay, lover-mine, your turn.” Wufei gave a long suffering sigh (one of these days he would surely convince Duo to call him by his NAME) and stepped forward, a Sharpe in his hand. With care he drew in a rough pentagram, filling the inside with several Chinese letters. When he put the last stroke on the bottom character, there was abrupt silence from the box. “Containment spell.” He explained the curious faces around him. “It both keeps her from getting free of the box, and keeps any noise from escaping.” Duo glomped him, placing a noisy kiss on his mouth. “You’re just so gosh darned intelligent, Wu-baby.” Wufei suffered the indignity to his person with only a pained frown at his lover. “At any rate, it is up to your discretion Heero on what you want to do with her now.” Heero shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. The Arctic, perhaps?” Quatre started to smile as an idea formed. The smile, if it could be termed as such, would have sent even the most stalwart of soldiers running for the hills. “Wufei, let me see that marker.” Wufei recognized the danger inherent in that expression and handed it over without protest. He was very curious to see who the blond hated enough to inflict the ghost upon them. Quatre didn’t let anyone see who it was addressed to until he was done writing. Then he handed the box to Heero with a flourish. Heero choked slightly on a laugh as he saw the address. “If there is anyone who deserves her, it’s Jay.” “I rather thought so.” There was a definite smirk on Quatre’s face. Trowa dug around in the side desk, bringing out a row of stamps. They plastered them all there, just in case. When the package was deemed ready, they formed a procession, Heero in the lead with the box in both hands, and walked with a jaunty step towards the mailbox. Duo was rather loudly humming a military march (that sounded like the march Schultz on Hogan’s Heroes usually hummed) as they walked. With something of a flourish Heero stuffed the box into the large mailbox, flipped the red flag up, and gave a low bow to the ghost inside. “Sayonara.” The other four gave bows as well, saying goodbyes in their own native tongues, then turned as one and returned to the house. Halfway there Duo and Quatre linked arms and started skipping, singing “The Witch is Dead” from the Wizard of Oz. Wufei watched their antics with an amused smile. He waited a beat, pausing to let Heero fall into step beside him. “Despite her disagreeable personality, I could almost be grateful to her.” Heero followed his eyes to where they rested on the frolicking duo in front of them. A softness came into his eyes as he nodded. “You’re right. She did rather push things, didn’t she?” “Hey guys!” Duo turned around with a maniacal grin on his face. “Let’s celebrate!” “What do you suggest?” Wufei was rather amiable at the moment, considering that a rather large thorn in his side was on the way Out. “Huck Finn’s!” Wufei and Heero shared a wry glance. The last time that they had gone to the restaurant, Duo and Quatre had held a private competition on who could eat the most. After twelve plates (each) the manager had politely asked them to leave. “We’ll behave this time.” Quatre promised hastily. Trowa had disappeared into the house and returned during this exchange. “I’ll drive.” “You’re the best Tro.” Duo sprinted past him and dove into the truck. Quatre was right behind him. The other two didn’t put forth any protests as they climbed in beside their respective lovers. There was, after all, quite a bit to celebrate. ~OWARI~ ~~~~~~ ~ * ~
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