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"Plot Ain’t Everything "Written By: Keiran Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters...
Shame about that. Rating: PG Warnings: none really. A distant shounen-ai, but
that’s about it. Pairing: vaguely implied only. Genre: drabble, humour. Notes: Because I always wanted to see the face of an actor coming across a RPS fanfic. I strongly suspect it would be a sight worth seeing! Inspired by Merula’s “Californication” Thanks to Shenlong, for betaing!
" Plot Ain’t Everything "
“I don’t like it,” Heero declared, throwing a thick script onto a coffee table. Across from him, his manager leaned forward and stared. “How come? I thought it was good; the plot is gripping…” “… the dialogue is great, the characters are lively and witty, I know, I know,” Heero finished, crossing his arms across his chest. “So, what’s wrong with it?” Quatre persisted. “Barton is willing to pay you a horrendous sum of money to star in this, he’s making offers no sane man can refuse!” “To you, maybe. I’m not sleeping with him,” the actor shot back. “Look, I know the whole thing sounds good and captivating, but if I do this, I want this Ciaran person out,” he said finally, leaning back. Quatre’s eyes grew large. “You can’t be serious. The best parts are those with Ciaran and ‘Sha! Without them both this’ll be just another action flick.” “I still want him out! Don’t you remember what happened after ‘The Run’?” “Right. I’d forgotten about that,” Quatre said, making a face. “Still,” he brightened considerably, “It did earn us publicity. A lot of it. And, may I remind you, thanks to that publicity, Barton is offering you a six-zero sum for ‘Last Impression’.” “Thank you, but no thank you,” Heero growled. “I don’t relish the thought of having every single newspaper, magazine and Internet website in the country trying to tell me I’m gay.” Quatre paused. Evil little sparkles shone in his eyes. “Well, you did say you’ve had great relationship with Wufei. Can you blame them for seeing that on the screen?” “That’s still not sufficient reason to think I’m doing him. And then I even had a love interest, for god’s sake! Can you imagine how bad it’ll be with no love interest?” “Oh, cheer up. You’re not responsible for what a couple of hundred rabid fangirls think,” Quatre said beaming. “Besides, it’s not your fault that Relena and you don’t really click.” “Easy for you to say,” Heero grumbled in response. “You are gay. Every time I try and pick up a girl now, she’s telling me one of her gay friends is single.” The blond manager hid a giggle behind a cup of fresh tea, mostly at the thought of Heero picking up a girl somewhere. “Nevertheless, Heero, as your manager I declare you will do this movie.” Heero’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. But make sure the guy they choose to play Ciaran is unattractive and we have absolutely no chemistry going.” “Trowa already has someone. He’s about nineteen or so now – you might remember him, he was the kid with a teddy bear in ‘Avalon’.” “Him?” Heero blinked, astonished. True, the kid was impressively convincing, even at the age of six, but he was still the skinniest, most unattractive, creepy little thing with huge eyes. No one was ever able to remember his coloring, partially cause his character in that movie was in black and white and partially because no one could clearly say what color his eyes or hair were. Still, it seemed that his worries were unfounded. He'd met that kid once and they barely looked at each other. Yessir, no fan-written porn starring himself this time. *** “Heero, there’s your co-star,” Trowa Barton said evenly, waving someone over. Heero stared, slack-jawed. “Duo Maxwell – Heero Yuy.” The blue-eyed actor stared, halfway between panic and resignation, taking in the long rope of hair that somewhat turned from indescribable to honey brown; eyes that somehow became violet behind the scenes, and the nicely filled out body. People apparently could change over a decade. “Ya don’t look too good, mate,” Duo observed, smiling slightly. “Sumthin’ ya ate this morning?” “No, just the distant premonition that my chances of ever getting laid again have dwindled to none.” Heero replied, surprising even himself. Duo laughed, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. “All is not lost if you can still laugh about it!” he declared cheerfully. And the fan-porn started before ‘Last Impressions’ even hit the big screen, but Heero wasn’t all that bothered anymore. ~ * ~
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