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"nakodo shimei"Written By: t-shirt View art work for 'Nakodo Shimei": Click HERE 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: post-war cannon, Fluff, sap, WAFF ^-^,
slight angst, mention of lemon Pairings: (eventual 3x4, 1x2), 5+all Beta reader: mechante-fille Summary: Duo’s unease over his fellow pilot’s
lack of happiness in their new world of peace leads to a daring plan
to rectify the problem.
"nakodo shimei "
The hard on I could’ve dealt with but I was much too excited about the prospect of Heero doing it for me. I felt the doubt nipping at the edges of my mind, but the heated memory of his kiss kept frying it before it could do much harm. I suppose I should have slowed down. Taken a step back and had a good look at the reality of it all, but honestly, this was Heero. My best friend and the guy I’d trusted my life to a hundred times over. I’d never doubted him before, and I wasn’t about to start. If he said he was in love with me I had no reason to question it. He wouldn’t hurt me like that anymore than he would’ve shot me in that cell on the moon base. So much about our past together was starting to make sense all of a sudden I found my heart fit to burst as the pieces fell into place. Hm. A date, huh? I’d never been on a date before. What to wear? I couldn’t wear the same thing I’d worn at the dinner party. That just seemed crass or something. Heero obviously had something special in mind so the usual tux seemed lame. Well, there was only one thing to do. Knock knock “Um… Sally?” “Come on in, Duo,” she called and I pushed the slightly ajar door to her room on open. “Wow,” was my first reaction. She was wearing this sleek black dress that hugged her in places I’d never even imagined she had. It made her look two feet taller and the jacket gave it this sort of severe ‘look but don’t touch’ attitude. I was reminded of military dress uniforms. She was stunning. “Thanks,” she chuckled. “Buy why aren’t I saying the same about you?” she asked, looking me over while she put on her other earring. “Um… Actually, I was kind of hoping you could help me with that,” I informed her, scratching at a sudden itch on the back of my neck. She eyed me suspiciously, then crossed her arms over her chest and looked me sternly up and down. “Your not wearing the outfit Quatre gave you?” she asked. “I was thinking I’d like something a little more… original,” I shrugged. “Duo?” she hedged stubbornly. “I kind of have… a date,” I confessed, feeling the mantle warm my cheeks. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed, and she all of a sudden was scaring me a little, but then she relaxed and smiled at me. “A date,” she repeated and I nodded dumbly and discovered there were three tables and five pictures on the wall in her room. “This ...date... someone special?” she grinned, and I nodded again. Oh, look, a vanity, too. “Like… I want to look strong and reliable special?” she inquired stepping closer to me in an attempt to catch my wandering gaze. “Or amazingly irresistible?” “Ahem... uh... amazing works,” I shrugged. “What’s his favorite color?” she asked. “Blue... I think,” I mumbled, realizing only after the wide grin split her face that I’d just told her everything she wanted to know. It was worth it, though. By the time she was done with me I felt like Cinderella had been seriously gypped on the fairy godmother deal. I got more advice and encouragement in that next hour than any magic wand could have possibly conjured up. Did you know the woman has a hair fetish? I didn’t until she’d spent over forty minutes plaiting my braid into this intricate weave. It resembled my usual style enough I didn’t feel uncomfortable, but the complexity of it kept catching my eye and I wondered where she’d learned these strange talents. Her own locks were dangling in their usual spirals, another oddity I didn’t ask how she accomplished. My attire was bought fresh off the shelf of a shop about a five minute drive into town. She dragged me there and shoved me in the dressing room with this dark, midnight blue suit and violet shirt that she said matched my eyes. I rolled them at her just to let her know I wasn’t really into the whole color scheme thing, but she only laughed and shut the door. It was tailored, double breasted and made me feel indecent somehow. It also got me a wolf whistle from the sales staff when I emerged. “I dunno, Sally,” I grumbled looking myself over. “It’s perfect,” she insisted, and I had to admit the only thing that bothered me was the fact that it screamed sex appeal. “Wait right there,” she grinned disappearing into the back with the giggling attendant. While they were gone I helped myself to some of the complimentary wine that was in a bucket on a table. A minute or two passed and I was starting to feel a little more comfortable in my new clothes when a couple entered the shop. I smiled politely, and they returned the gesture going to the counter to ring the bell. There was a picture on the wall of a cliff overlooking some sparkling blue expanse of ocean somewhere that caught my eye for a moment, but I got that itch on the back of my neck that tells me someone is watching me. A quick glance in the mirror on the dressing room door confirmed it was the woman that had come in. Her companion, I would say her husband from the way they acted, was talking with one of the clerks while his wife was copping a feel of my ass with her eyes. It made me feel kind of… attractive and I stepped up to look my new suit over again. It was then that I noticed the woman turn away and I’ll be damned if her old man didn’t rake me up and down with his eyes as well. Hn. Yeah, this might do the trick after all. At least it was appealing to both sexes. Sally came back out wearing a satisfied little smile, gathered me up without having me change and took me back to the house. We argued over her paying the bill all the way but she didn’t give in until I threatened to take the damn thing back. I am a long time removed from the days of poverty, so there was no way in hell she was paying for my damn clothes. Not even when they had a damn triple digit price tag. We were just on the tail end of that confrontation as we entered the front door. “Just give me the damn receipt,” I demanded again. “I used credits” she insisted. “You still had to get a receipt,” I argued, standing firm. She was lying about the price. Nothing in that shop was under three hundred. Not even the crop tops. “I still don’t see why you won’t let me…” she began but never got to finish as Jana walked right into the wall not ten feet away. “Are you alright?” Sally asked rushing to steady the embarrassed girl. “O.. Oui Madame,” Jana stammered, holding the red spot on her forehead and looking anywhere but at me. “I just…” “Yeah,” Sally chuckled. “I know what you mean,” she said, glancing at me and I suddenly realized what had happened and wished I were buried deep in my junkyard back home. My heart rate doubled when I heard Heero and Wufei’s voices in the dining room. “...don’t see why its such a big deal,” Wufei was saying. “I want this to be done right,” Heero replied and then suddenly they walked out of the dining room door and I found it a little hard to breathe. I had just enough time to register how damn sexy Heero looks in a short tailed tux before he dropped the box in his hand on the floor. We just stood there staring at each other for a long moment before Wufei’s low whistle broke the spell. “Duo,” Heero breathed then glanced at Sally’s ecstatic expression. She was so onto us it wasn’t even funny. “Sally?” I squeaked softly. “It’s ok,” she whispered. “Duo!” I heard Quatre call from up the stairs and turned to find him and Trowa descending. “You look wonderful!” he beamed. “Look at you all!” He and his tall lover were no exception to the rule either. Apparently this group cleans up fairly well. “Hi, everyone,” I heard a familiar voice chip in and whirled my startled ass around to find my roommate standing there in this light blue gown and little tiara that made her look like someone’s porcelain doll. “Hilde!?” I gasped. “What’re you doing here?” “Sally invited me,” she grinned. I felt like a real shit heel for not having thought of asking her myself, and offered the blonde doctor a smile of gratitude. “Hello, Trowa,” Hilde sighed, stealing away some of my happiness at seeing her. She was in for a rude awakening on this one. I’d have to speak to her when I got the chance. “If we’re all ready then?” Quatre smiled as Butch walked through, and I’ll be damned if he didn’t run head long into the damn door because he was checking me out. I made a steadfast resolution while everyone was pretending it hadn’t happened and making their way out the door. I was gonna burn that suit once the dance was over. We all went in separate cars, Trowa and Quatre in the lead limo. Wufei, Hilde and Sally in the second, Heero and I in the third. Butch got to drive his master, which was a relief after what had happened, because I was nervous enough as it was. Heero kept looking at me. It was making me feel very self-conscious and I finally ended up speaking just to break the silence. “What’s in the box?” I asked, glancing at the thing sitting in his lap. “It’s… for you,” he replied, but didn’t offer it. “What is it?” I inquired. He hesitated for a moment, then finally held it out. “Just a gift” he shrugged. “I wasn’t sure how you would feel about it so...” My curiosity was piqued, so I took it and found it contained a single red rose. He’d no doubt put it in the box so I wouldn’t be embarrassed. I thought it was very sweet. “Thank you,” I smiled breaking the stem so I could wear it in my lapel. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything to give you though,” I frowned. “Sure you do,” he smiled as he leaned over and kissed me softly. It was warm and tender and made my toes curl up in my shoes. “Keep that up, you’re gonna get more than you bargained for,” I chuckled. “I’m a very good negotiator,” he smiled. “This is so weird,” I suddenly laughed. “I feel like I’m dreaming,” he chuckled along with me. “Heero?” “Hm?” “How do you want to handle the public thing?” I asked on a whim. “Does it bother you?” “No,” I decided rather quickly. “I guess it’s just nobody’s business,” I shrugged. “We’ll play it by ear, then,” he smiled,
taking my hand; then we were there and it was time to do the war hero
thing.
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