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"Mail Order Bride"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Crazy insane Relena. Cross dressing
Hiiro (Don’t freak! He’s a man with a mission!) AU/Romantic/Adventure Beta’ed by the lovely Mechante Fille ^-^ Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5+all Summary: One young man’s desire for a life
partner prompts him to act on an ad for a mail order bride. However,
the bliss he had dreamed of seems an illusive dream until things start
to heat up and he discovers his bride is not epitome of young femininity
he had thought her to be. " Mail Order Bride" Ch 1 “I still can’t believe you actually did it,” Hilde commented shaking her head. “I’m beginning to wonder how I pulled it off myself,” I chuckled nervously. Damn, she wasn’t due to arrive for another two hours and I already had a swarm of mammoth butterflies in my stomach. “You have an incurable fetish for Asian girls,” Wufei laughed, reminding me what had caused my temporary lapse of sanity. It was true. For as long as I could remember I’d been hopelessly infatuated with Asian cultures, especially the women. They’re so elegant and sweet with their long, dark hair and almond shaped eyes. Everything about them intrigued me, so about a month before, when I stumbled across an advertisement for mail order brides from Japan, I jumped on the chance. Looking back it was probably not the most intelligent thing I’d ever done, but the deal had been made and she would be arriving in less than two hours, fresh from the Far East. I didn’t even know what she looked like. “Have you bought her a good supply of silk nighties?” Trowa teased. “Massage oils,” Quatre smirked by his side. “Hand cuffs,” Wufei added, hiding his grin behind his beer. “Shut up,” was the cleverest thing I could think of with my mind bouncing around the bedroom in my apartment. I didn’t even want to face some of the things I was thinking might happen in that room given time. Gods, I hoped she liked me. I hung around for another hour until they ran out of jibes and started to recycle the old ones and it just seemed like it was time to go. Everything felt so surreal driving to the airport. It was almost as if I were drifting through a dream. It was just so hard to comprehend that I was about to become the husband of a girl I had never even spoken to. An Asian girl. From Japan. Yowza! I’m surprised I didn’t get a speeding ticket as my foot grew heavy with anticipation and I screamed into the parking lot a half an hour early. She was just eighteen, which was perfect because so was I. I knew we were young and the deal was more for the convenience factor than anything else. She got a one way ticket to the states and I got a live in housekeeper; anything else was optional and entirely up to the couple involved. My councilor had informed me that ninety-five percent of these marriages ended in divorce but I couldn’t help but hope somehow we could make it work. The plane was delayed. Damn! I thought I was going to bust a nut pacing the floor and when the thing finally did land they made us wait another twenty minutes before disembarking because of some traffic control error. By the time the passengers began to file into the terminal my knees were humming and I thought my stomach might just turn itself inside out but when I saw her, everything just seemed to fall into place. She was gorgeous. Everything I could have hoped for and more with thick dark hair, though it was cropped short, an elegant look that exposed the graceful curve of the nape of her neck. Her clothes were traditional, a kimono made of gray/blue silk emblazoned with lotus blossoms hugged her thin frame but even at a distance I could see she was strong. I smiled when she caught sight of me but it wilted somewhat when all she did was glare in return. “Hi,” I greeted when she approached me. “I’m Duo. You’re Iuy, right?” She didn’t seem to understand. “Iuy Hiiroshi?” Did I have the right girl? Damn, I sure hoped so. She watched me for a long moment; her eyes, which I noticed were an incredible shade of blue instead of the typical dark brown, examined me from my eyes right down to the tip of my braid. She didn’t seem very happy about the fact that I wore a thigh length hairstyle but that wasn’t something I was going to compromise on. When she seemed satisfied she pulled an envelope from her sleeve and presented it to me. “This is for me?” I asked unnecessarily. It was a greeting, general instructions and information. Shit. “You don’t speak English?” I asked and understood the letter was true when she merely gazed at me. Great. No one mentioned that little tid bit. How were we supposed to communicate? I didn’t know a single word of Japanese. “Umm, I guess we should get your luggage.” She merely stood there watching me. It was kind of an eerie feeling having those deep blue eyes penetrating me. “Your things, you know?” I tried again. “Like that,” I said, pointing to the carryon bag she had strapped to her shoulder and her eyes finally blinked and acknowledged… something. I don’t know what because she turned on her heal and headed for the exit. “Hey, umm, can I carry that for you?” I asked reaching for the bag but she glared at me and I was sorry I had asked. “Ooook, maybe not. Wait.” It was all I could do to get to the door before her and open it. Didn’t they have manners in Japan? Or maybe it was just me? Damn it. ** “She doesn’t speak English?” “Not a damn word,” I grumbled, sulking in my corner of the couch. “You would think that would be a requirement,” Hilde commented. “Or maybe you’re expected to use body language,” Wufei grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Fat lot of chance of that,” I scoffed. “She never comes out of her room.” “I told you setting up separate bedrooms was a bad idea,” Trowa snickered. “I’m not about to pressure her into anything,” I snipped. “Well, you have to let her know what you want somehow,” Hilde reasoned. “Yeah,” Quatre smiled. “Next time she comes out just walk up and take her in your arms…” “And jump her like a rapid wolf!” Trowa growled doing so to the smaller blond boy whereupon they wallowed around on my couch while Trowa humped him and he gasped theatrically and sang his best damsels `help me` cry. Everyone got a good laugh out of it until we all heard a door slam. “Shit,” I sighed. “Do you think she saw?” Hilde wondered, still sniggering while Trowa let the blushing Quatre up. “Why can’t you two be more discrete?” I grumbled. “Are you ashamed of us?” Quatre asked, looking mildly hurt. “Of course not,” I sighed. “It’s just a lot to throw at her all at once.” “She’s going to find out sooner or later,” Wufei interjected. “Sooner, no doubt,” Hilde giggled and I rolled my eyes because Trowa had slipped from jovial playfulness to chewing on his lover’s ear for real this time. “I wish I could talk to her,” I sighed, realizing I had done that probably a dozen times in the past hour. “Well, here’s a chance to at least have some sort of exchange with her,” Wufei observed. “We did come over to meet her after all.” “Right.” I had no idea how I was even supposed to convey that to her but I went and knocked on her door anyway. “Iuy?” I smiled when she opened the door but as usual, she did not. “I was wondering… hoping… Um, these are my friends,” I tried again indicating the room full of people behind me who smiled and waved. “They stopped by to welcome you.” This was getting us nowhere. “You know, to say hi?” “Konichi wa!” Hilde sang out, sporting her brightest smile and I could have kissed her. “Yeah! Konichi wa! Like that. Understand?” It seemed to have helped because she emerged and joined us in the living room. “Wow,” Hilde smiled. “What a pretty kimono.” “You weren’t lying were you?” Wufei smirked, taking her in from top to bottom. Especially the bottom. “Yeah,” I sighed, but it sounded entirely different this time. “Beautiful isn’t she?” I think she got the gist of that comment because she blushed and glared at me. “Well, this is Hilde,” I told her indicated my only close female friend and was pleased when Iuy acknowledged her with a small bow of her head. “Hi,” Hilde smiled. “And Wufei.” She seemed wary of him though I couldn’t tell if it was because he was also Asian or if she just didn’t like the way he was leering at her. “And that’s Trowa and Quatre. They’re… well… you’ll get used to them.” “It’s very nice to meet you,” Hilde offered but Iuy simply bowed her head again. “Why don’t I make us something to drink?” I smiled making a motion with my hand to indicate my words and I’ll be damned if she didn’t bow to me and exit stage right. “Where’d she go?” Quatre asked, watching the door shut behind her. “Maybe she wanted to change,” Trowa suggested. “Don’t look so sad, Duo,” Hilde chuckled and I realized my bottom lip was sticking out. “I think she might just be very shy.” “You’ve got your work cut out for you with that one,” Wufei laughed. “It’s not funny,” Quatre sulked, curling up under Trowa’s arm. “If they can’t communicate, how will they ever fall in love?” “I’d be happy with friends at this point,” I sighed. “I can’t help but wonder why she wanted to come here so bad she’d marry a complete stranger to do it.” It had been something that had been on my mind since I signed the papers. I had thought to have dinner while everyone was together but under the circumstances things just kind of petered out and I was left sitting alone in my living room staring at her door and wondering what in all of creation she must be thinking about all this. Did she think I was some sort of pervert that married her to turn her into a sex slave or something? That thought brought up some images I seriously wasn’t ready for so I it pushed back under the rug. Well, she had to come out sooner or later so I curled up right there on the couch and waited in the hope that I might glean some clue as to her state of mind if I stayed alert. I woke at 3 a.m. to the sound of the shower running and kicked myself for having fallen asleep. She had emerged while I was sawing logs. I must have looked like a complete mental case sleeping on the couch fully clothed. I was just about to give up on my covert recon mission when the shower shut off and I froze, my mind filled with visions of a slender, brown body all drenched in shimmering droplets of water, forcing my limbs to lie still until she quietly entered the living room and I felt my heart beat in my eyes. My white, silk robe was all she wore only it had never looked like that on me. She had a towel wrapped around her shoulders and was drying her cheeks as she walked barefoot across the tan carpet. Her feet were big, no bigger than normal but I had always gotten the impression Asian women had very small feet, though it did nothing to dampen my growing desire for her. On the contrary, the small amount of forbidden skin glowing warmly in the dim light warmed the very cockles of my… heart. Damn, but she was one fine looking woman. I started when she suddenly paused and turned to look me dead in the eye. “Sorry,” I offered, sitting up a little. “I didn’t mean to spy but the shower woke me.” Annnnd she had no clue what I was saying. Crap. Maybe Hilde had been right though, because she was hiding behind her towel. Did she not want me to see her without her makeup? Damn, I couldn’t think of anything that could possibly make her any less attractive. She stood watching me for a long moment before it finally settled in that we just weren’t going to get anywhere this way and I decided to turn my attention to something that I could actually do something about. “Are you hungry?” I asked making an eating motion with my hand. “I’m hungry. Think I’ll make a sandwich,” I told her knowing she had no idea what I was saying but I figured she’d just go back to her room again anyway and headed for the kitchen. It was a mildly pleasant surprise when she joined me. “Have a seat,” I told her, pulling a chair out for her while I went to the fridge for supplies. I don’t know if she didn’t understand or simply chose to stand but she remained by the door with her towel gathered around her head and watched while I made us both a sandwich. “I hope ham and cheese is ok,” I chattered. “I was planning on making you a nice dinner but… You want something to drink?” Her eyes flicked from the plate I had sat on the table to where I was pouring myself a glass of milk before she entered and took her seat and I smiled. It was the first time she had shown any interest in anything I had said or done. “Milk ok?” I asked, holding the carton out and she actually nodded her head. Communication! Yes! I talked while we ate in spite of the fact that she didn’t understand. What the hell, right? Might as well let her get used to the sound of my voice and who knew, she might pick up a word or two. I told her how nervous I was and how I wondered what she was feeling and thinking. There’s a little market just a few blocks from my apartment I had planned on showing her; its an Asian market and I thought it might be nice if she had access to something that made her feel more at home. Hilde works at a local flower shop and offered to give her a job if she wanted, but that wasn’t going to work if she couldn’t speak English. Wufei is a letch, but he’d throw himself in front of a train for his friends. And Quatre and Trowa, well, they’re together. Always had been. I think they were born joined at the hip. I was mildly surprised when she sniggered under her breath at the comment but considering their behavior earlier in the evening it was no wonder she laughed at the sound of their names. She had managed to eat her entire meal without ever showing me the full breadth of her face but I remembered every little curve, the shape of her lips and the way her nose curls at the tip just so. “Damn, but you sure are pretty,” I sighed absently, then blushed horribly when she blushed and glared damnation at me. “I’m sorry! It’s just… well you are but you don’t have to worry about anything like that!” What the hell was I saying?! “I mean, I’d love to … you know? Get to know you better but I’d never push you into anything.” Gods, I should learn when to just shut up. She ran out faster than Barry Allen1 on speed. I think she woke half the building when she slammed the door and I didn’t see her again until the following evening. I really didn’t know what to do when she disappeared the moment I got home so I just made dinner and went about my business. The next day she was again absent from my life but I had noticed little things changing around the apartment and decided to drop by for lunch. She wasn’t in but her door was open and I couldn’t resist taking a peek. Ok, so I snooped but it didn’t do me any good because she had apparently been keeping herself entertained with a laptop but everything on it was in Japanese. By the end of the week, with her still taking great pains to avoid me at all costs and no prospect of any change in the near future, I decided to face the truth. “Iuy?” I knew she was home. She did her best to avoid me and I hadn’t pushed her but this time we needed to talk. “Iuy. I need to speak to you,” I called again and was gratified when the door slowly opened. It took only one look at her sour expression to convince me I had made the right choice. “Could you come out here for a minute?” I asked, motioning for her to join me and though her brow knit irritably she acquiesced. “Here, sit down,” I coaxed, going so far as to gently guide her to the chair when she simply stood staring at me. “I know you don’t understand what I’m saying to you,” I began. “But it’s pretty obvious you’re not happy here. I wish I could ask you why, but I can’t. It was never my intention to make you do anything you didn’t want to…” I stopped because she was sitting quietly gazing at me and I realized how totally useless the words were. “Here,’ I sighed giving her the tickets I had bought her for a flight back to Japan. “You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.” I don’t know what she thought, perhaps that I didn’t want her or something because her eyes went kind of round and I saw the first real emotion I had yet to see from her. I just wished it hadn’t been fear. “Heeey, it’s ok,” I soothed. “I’m not kicking you out or anything. I just wanted you to know you can do whatever you want. Damn it! I wish you could understand. I wanted this to be special, you know? No, guess you don’t but… I didn’t do it because I wanted a housekeeper or bedmate. I wanted…” I paused as I looked into those beautiful blue eyes and couldn’t help but tell her the truth, “…to love someone.” I felt pretty foolish when I realized what I had said and knew I was blushing but it didn’t seem all that important in the face of what was happening. “Anyway, I’ll help you make whatever arrangements you need to and see you off.” I really wished she had been happier with me but I couldn’t ask her to stay and live out her days in a little bedroom in my apartment. Her gaze dropped to the tickets for a long moment before she laid them on the table and rose and I was a little more than shocked when she came and knelt before me. This whole submission thing was just creepy but I realized very quickly that wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when she leaned in and kissed me. Whoa. “Umm, I don’t understan…” but then she was kissing me again and my big head popped like a soap bubble while my little one took control. It was soft and tentative and fried every working brain cell I own. “Iuy?” I gasped as she pushed me back into the couch and began to kiss along the bare skin of my chest as she relieved me of my shirt. “Jesus,” I groaned. She was so strong; it was weird but not as strange as the fact that it was seriously turning me on. “Ah!” I cried when her lips brushed along the tender skin of my lower abdomen and I suddenly realized what she had in mind. “You don’t have to do that,” I told her, but she was pushing my hands away, her mouth working hungrily at blowing my mind completely and I’m ashamed to say I gave in without much of a fight. I can’t say I’m the most experienced kid on the block when it comes to these things but I knew enough to understand that she was very, very good at it. She knew things about my body I didn’t even know! I would have stopped her when she started that whole anal probing thing but damn it felt so good! I had read about this sort of thing, how Asian cultures tended to celebrate the capabilities of the human body instead of repressing them, but never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I could be given so much pleasure from such a place. I was so blown away it took less than five minutes for her to reduce me to a quivering mass of sweaty, breathless goo and I soon found myself sitting on the couch alone while she went to the bathroom to clean up. “Or not,” I breathed. I just couldn’t believe what she had just done to me. It was the most incomprehensible thing that could have happened in light of the week we had just spent together and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why she had done it. She returned a couple of minutes later with a hot wash cloth which she used to clean me up as well and I had the damnedest time repressing the urge for a second round. It wasn’t until she turned and retrieved the tickets off the table and gave them back to me that I began to understand, but I can’t say I felt any better for the knowing. “Iuy.” She kissed me then and I just shut up. I was far from ok with it if she had done it to keep me from sending her away, but her mouth was so warm and it tasted of my own essence and it was all I could do not to toss her on the couch and ravage her blind. I had to find a way to communicate with her but it was fairly obvious at that point she really didn’t want to go back to Japan. I started looking for a translator the next day but oddly enough, Japanese translation isn’t all that easy to find. If she had been Hispanic or French or even Italian any university would have been able to help, but I was at a loss until Hilde suggested we visit a local Japanese restaurant that was owned by a Japanese family. The idea was that at least one of them would speak the language and hopefully be open to helping us out. “Oh, wow,” the young Asian girl at the door greeted us, taking in Iuy’s full kimono with a smile. “She just arrived two weeks ago,” I replied. “Will it be just the two of you?” the girl asked. “Yes but, I wondered if I might speak to the owners?” I asked, following her to our table. I couldn’t understand why Iuy seemed so jittery, but her eyes kept darting about taking in every detail of the place. “My dad’s cooking tonight,” our hostess informed us while we took our seats. “I can ask him if he has a minute if you like.” “That would be wonderful,” I smiled, feeling the relief flood through me already. If all went well I would be getting a few answers very shortly. We ordered and had eaten most of our meal before an older man entered the dining room and walked our way. Iuy glared so darkly I almost felt the need to apologize when he joined us, but he was smiling in spite of her discontent so I let it go. “I am Mr. Onaka,” he said as I stood to greet him. “Maxwell,” I returned. “How may I assist you?” he asked, closely examining my new wife and I have to say it made me a bit uncomfortable. “This is Iuy Hirroshi,” I told him, motioning for her to rise. “She just arrived from Japan two weeks ago but I’m afraid she doesn’t speak any English and we’re having some difficulty communicating.” “You’ve done well,” he smiled. “Excuse me?” “She is quite beautiful.” Did he know why she had come? Was it that common to become a mail order bride in Japan? “Thank you,” I said moving on. “I was hoping that perhaps you could help us out with some translation.” “Blue eyes,” he commented, still staring at my bride. “Quite uncommon in a Japanese girl.” “Yes.” Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. “It must be very frustrating to not be able to talk with her.” “Most inconvenient,” I agreed and knit my brow because she refused to look at us directly anymore. “I feel your pain,” he chuckled. “However, I’m afraid I cannot help you at the moment.” “Oh, um,” Damn. “I do not speak enough of my native tongue to be of any use,” he explained. “But my grandmother may be able to help. She lives with my wife and me, but I’m afraid though she speaks fluent Japanese her English is broken at best.” “Oh, that’s fine,” I grinned. Yes! “I mean it’s worth a shot, right?” This could really clear some things up. “You’re welcome to bring her by my home this weekend,” he offered, writing his address on one of his business cards. “Thank you,” I smiled. “This really means a lot to me. If there’s anything I can do in return…” “It will be our pleasure to help,” he smiled, bowing low and I had this sudden urge to move to Japan. What nice people they raised there.
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