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Booored. Reading nline comics. Hard to find some that are well drawn, well built as for the storyline, with interesting characters, AND shounen Ai. Yaoi would be even better, but I'm not getting my hopes up too high.
On another note, I've decided that I do'nt want to drw anymore. I'm gonna translate some Garou. Yes sir.
In the meantime, here is a part of chapter 25 that I translated long before the rest, just because I liked the scene so much. Mwahaha. I know I only have up to the 22 posted, but hell. I'll spoil it if I want!
.... mwahahahaha.
Warning: Nope. Read at your own risk :P
Umm. This hasn't been betaed yet. Remember, be nice with me, me no native english speaker ^^;
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The Japanese pilot swore when the sweat drop rolled down his nose, and pulled on his tanktop to wipe it off, then, keeping the material lifted up, leaned against the metallic wall. A shiver of shock ran through his lower back when it came into contact with the cold metal, and he sighed. It seemed to help some.
But the wall warmed up faster than he had thought, and Heero had to change places to find another wall that would be cool enough to be useful.
The sequence of actions lasted a good twenty minutes before pilot 01 abandoned his tentative to get rid of the oppressive heat and left the bay where his Gundam had been stored. The motors were turning in the machine rooms didn't help to keep it at a bearable temperature, for sure.
Since this morning, Heero was feeling warm... He didn't understand why; it was, not really cold out, but not hot either, and some parts of the ship weren't heated and were situated below the sea level, it should have been enough to maintain them at a bearable level .... Should have.
He felt slightly trapped in the ship, not really claustrophobic, not yet, after all there was enough space, the place was immense; but the simple thought that he wasn't free to walk away when he so desired, that there was water everywhere around him… Brrr.
But after all he didn't have a choice. It still was plenty of space. Not enough to spend a good full moon, ok, and on top of that there were Sweepers everywhere, which made the night of the transformation dangerous, for the humans as much as for the Weres' security, but Howard had promised that they would drop anchor in a hidden bay early enough for tonight, and they could go and get lost in a forest... even if the old man didn't have a clue why. Duo had said that he would explain but Heero didn't know if he had done it yet.
But what had first been only an annoyance was progressively becoming something else entirely. Usually, heat provoked stupor, but there, it was the contrary. It was not, so to speak, real heat, now that he thought of it. Like a fever, a fire burning and frozen all at once ...
He had felt energized from the moment he had awakened, to the point he had had to wisely renounce to his coffee because it would only have made insufferable what was already borderline annoying as hell, and he was slowly working himself into a frenzy, worst than Duo in his worst crises of hyperactivity; but it wasn't a feeling of panic, not something negative, just... a feeling of fullness, of power, of possibilities, opened and unveiled bit by bit... but he wasn't yet able to understand, to see what was coming.
He felt something rising, like the first time he had felt the Wolf, a wave, powerful and ineluctable. But even the Wolf couldn't tell him what it was, it was still too dispersed. He was unable to stay unmoving for more than a few minutes, he was full of anticipation, like a child would feel before going to a fair probably... well, he supposed since he had never gone to a fair ever, but Duo had described this kind of felling to him. Heero was sure that he was right, it was anticipation... But he didn't have a clue as for what he was expecting with such fervor.
He felt warm, so warm ... he went to the shower room with steps that were both tense and long. Once in the shower room, he got rid of his clothes on his path, indifferent to the place where it fell, and opened wide a cold faucet. The ice cold water made him feel good... five minutes. Then he got used to the temperature and the impatience reappeared. The ice-cold water, instead of refreshing him, whipped him even wider awake, made his burning blood pump harder in his veins… No, it had been a bad idea.
Swearing and cursing, he abandoned his shower in a rage and got out of the shower room, his clothes in hand, as nude as the day he was born. He was too warm to put them back on and didn't want to drench them. When you were hot, wearing humid clothes only accented the unease, anyway. He stalked to the bedrooms, toward the rooms they had been given; in passing, an afterthought made him catch a towel and tie it around his hips. He didn't want Howard to get on his case because he had flashed his men, it was a bad idea to indispose him, after all they were /on his territory/ his hosts. Bloody hell, how he wanted …
Without having met anyone, which was probably a good thing with the mood he was in, he stalked through the ship, reached the corridor where the rooms they had been given opened, glancing in passing through the half-opened door of the cabin which had been given to Wufei.
And felt like he had just been kicked in the guts. He stayed frozen, breathless and dazed, not understanding right away what had so surprised him.
The Chinese pilot was laying on his belly on the couch, and was reading a book. But that was not the thing that had stopped him. It was a complicated cocktail, composed of the arched position of the Chinese teen's back, mixed with his white pants, pulled tight on his hips, added with his thin reading glasses and especially his dark unbound hair, floating freely on his shoulders.
No need to search anymore, he knew.
The cold burn had found its way out of his system.
Without thinking one second about what he was doing, Heero leaned against the doorframe and admired the view unabashedly. Up until now, he had never really thought that Wufei was attractive, not in that way at least… but it was especially due to his solitary and haughty attitude, to his authoritative voice, never soft, always superior and sometimes frankly aggressive... But the tableau he was presenting now, unmindful of Heero's presence, suddenly put into relief a side of him Heero had never seen again since the return of his memories, a side that was... vulnerable... And attractive. Incredibly attractive.
Now that his eyebrows weren't bunched downward anymore, he could see the so dark color of Wufei's eyes, the length of his lashes; now that he wasn't sneering contemptuously, or smirking, Heero could see the fullness of his lips...
Heero blinked. Wow. Strange reaction. He had never thought about Wufei in that light before.
He rarely took the pain of thinking about things as insignificant as his sexual orientation. But one day he had nothing better to do, he had let his thoughts drift on the subject. Going there from Duo, of course. Who else could make him think about so frivolous and far away from his usual preoccupations?
He had compared statistics, probabilities, weighted opinions and documents, and the idea had come to him that maybe, he was not truly a homosexual, even if the only person for whom he had already felt lust happened to be a male. After all he didn't mix with that many people with who he would have a chance to build that kind of relationship, and Duo was unique enough to make many people doubt their orientation. He was so different that a simple "boy-girl" tag wasn't enough to define him entirely. And they spent so much time together, in dangerous situations, sometimes in an extreme promiscuity, it was more than enough to awaken some of the latent homosexual impulses that anyone obligatorily meets at least once in their life, as straight as they may be usually. Heero didn't count anymore the number of times he had had to share the American's bed and had been glomped on. And if you were taking into account that Duo's nonexistent body-shyness would never be the thing that prevented him from strutting around in boxers or even totally naked under his nose... And even if his body was definitely masculine, it was graceful and svelte in a troubling way… So, between agreeing that Duo was attractive and finding him attractive, there was barely a step...
But the simple fact of getting interested by Wufei now amply proved that he was, if not gay, at least largely bisexual. Wufei never adopted the braided boy's flirty behavior. And his face was beautiful and noble … but he definitely didn't have any physical trait that could belong on a girl, contrary to a certain other pilot who regularly despaired over it. No, Wufei was definitely all male … and a male of the dominant kind.
'Or else, I just have a particularly tenacious hair fetish,' Heero thought, smirking.
Suddenly, he stopped short those thought that led him nowhere and certainly didn't help getting rid of his sudden desire, and stepped toward the other pilot. The other teen lifted his head and looked at him over the top of his glasses, with an air that asked clearly what the hell he thought he was doing. Wufei had felt his presence long before, of course, but as long as he had been respecting his personal space, he had done as if the werewolf wasn't here, even if he had been wondering what the hell Heero was doing on his doorstep.
Heero stepped forward again, one hand on his hip.
Wufei pushed himself up on an arm to stare at him and frowned, but it was much less intimidating than usually, without a doubt because of the rebellious bang escaping from behind his ear to travel all over his face and the small glasses perched on his nose. Heero gave a barely-there smile, appreciating and amused.
/Wufei wa kirei desu, ne/
"Did you want something, Yuy ?" finally asked the black-haired pilot when he understood that his teammate wasn't intending on doing anything apart from staring at him.
"Yes," answered the Japanese teenager, leaning over the couch over where Wufei was still laying face down. Wufei's very position prevented him from moving away. Arched like that, he couldn't move higher anyway, and the only way to put some more space between them was to flatten on his belly on the couch, and for some reason he couldn't stand to even think about it.
/is he threatening me?/ wondered the Tiger. But Heero didn't seem especially aggressive, just…
/dominant/
"And what is it that you want?" asked ShenLong 's pilot quite brutally, annoyed more than he could explain.
Yuy's predator look /yes, that's the word, predator/ /I am a prey and he's a predator/ was already unnerving enough, especially when he could feel the weight of his stare travelling on his unbound hair, something that made him feel more open, frailer; but when his scent, modified in a curious way, invaded his nostrils, his scent turned warm and full of nuances that acted on him without him understanding how, he felt himself blush bright red.
His unnerved state turned to apprehension.
'I'm somehow … nearly afraid. He won't hurt me, but still, I don't know, he's… worrying'
/I'd be better off running away /
Slowly, deliberately, Heero let his eyes wander toward the bottom of the T-shirt, on the small of Wufei's back. The cloth here was pulling upward and a strip of skin was visible.
"What I want…?" he answered, echoing a question the boy had nearly forgotten having asked.
Wufei was feeling quite a funny tingle in his belly all of sudden...
And suddenly his jaw nearly fell on the ground, as if wanting to imitate the fall of the towel that covered 'had covered' the Japanese pilot's hips.
"You."
The book followed the towel on the ground.
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Cliffhanger, mwahahaha!!!!!
Comments? ^____^
On another note, I've decided that I do'nt want to drw anymore. I'm gonna translate some Garou. Yes sir.
In the meantime, here is a part of chapter 25 that I translated long before the rest, just because I liked the scene so much. Mwahaha. I know I only have up to the 22 posted, but hell. I'll spoil it if I want!
.... mwahahahaha.
Warning: Nope. Read at your own risk :P
Umm. This hasn't been betaed yet. Remember, be nice with me, me no native english speaker ^^;
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The Japanese pilot swore when the sweat drop rolled down his nose, and pulled on his tanktop to wipe it off, then, keeping the material lifted up, leaned against the metallic wall. A shiver of shock ran through his lower back when it came into contact with the cold metal, and he sighed. It seemed to help some.
But the wall warmed up faster than he had thought, and Heero had to change places to find another wall that would be cool enough to be useful.
The sequence of actions lasted a good twenty minutes before pilot 01 abandoned his tentative to get rid of the oppressive heat and left the bay where his Gundam had been stored. The motors were turning in the machine rooms didn't help to keep it at a bearable temperature, for sure.
Since this morning, Heero was feeling warm... He didn't understand why; it was, not really cold out, but not hot either, and some parts of the ship weren't heated and were situated below the sea level, it should have been enough to maintain them at a bearable level .... Should have.
He felt slightly trapped in the ship, not really claustrophobic, not yet, after all there was enough space, the place was immense; but the simple thought that he wasn't free to walk away when he so desired, that there was water everywhere around him… Brrr.
But after all he didn't have a choice. It still was plenty of space. Not enough to spend a good full moon, ok, and on top of that there were Sweepers everywhere, which made the night of the transformation dangerous, for the humans as much as for the Weres' security, but Howard had promised that they would drop anchor in a hidden bay early enough for tonight, and they could go and get lost in a forest... even if the old man didn't have a clue why. Duo had said that he would explain but Heero didn't know if he had done it yet.
But what had first been only an annoyance was progressively becoming something else entirely. Usually, heat provoked stupor, but there, it was the contrary. It was not, so to speak, real heat, now that he thought of it. Like a fever, a fire burning and frozen all at once ...
He had felt energized from the moment he had awakened, to the point he had had to wisely renounce to his coffee because it would only have made insufferable what was already borderline annoying as hell, and he was slowly working himself into a frenzy, worst than Duo in his worst crises of hyperactivity; but it wasn't a feeling of panic, not something negative, just... a feeling of fullness, of power, of possibilities, opened and unveiled bit by bit... but he wasn't yet able to understand, to see what was coming.
He felt something rising, like the first time he had felt the Wolf, a wave, powerful and ineluctable. But even the Wolf couldn't tell him what it was, it was still too dispersed. He was unable to stay unmoving for more than a few minutes, he was full of anticipation, like a child would feel before going to a fair probably... well, he supposed since he had never gone to a fair ever, but Duo had described this kind of felling to him. Heero was sure that he was right, it was anticipation... But he didn't have a clue as for what he was expecting with such fervor.
He felt warm, so warm ... he went to the shower room with steps that were both tense and long. Once in the shower room, he got rid of his clothes on his path, indifferent to the place where it fell, and opened wide a cold faucet. The ice cold water made him feel good... five minutes. Then he got used to the temperature and the impatience reappeared. The ice-cold water, instead of refreshing him, whipped him even wider awake, made his burning blood pump harder in his veins… No, it had been a bad idea.
Swearing and cursing, he abandoned his shower in a rage and got out of the shower room, his clothes in hand, as nude as the day he was born. He was too warm to put them back on and didn't want to drench them. When you were hot, wearing humid clothes only accented the unease, anyway. He stalked to the bedrooms, toward the rooms they had been given; in passing, an afterthought made him catch a towel and tie it around his hips. He didn't want Howard to get on his case because he had flashed his men, it was a bad idea to indispose him, after all they were /on his territory/ his hosts. Bloody hell, how he wanted …
Without having met anyone, which was probably a good thing with the mood he was in, he stalked through the ship, reached the corridor where the rooms they had been given opened, glancing in passing through the half-opened door of the cabin which had been given to Wufei.
And felt like he had just been kicked in the guts. He stayed frozen, breathless and dazed, not understanding right away what had so surprised him.
The Chinese pilot was laying on his belly on the couch, and was reading a book. But that was not the thing that had stopped him. It was a complicated cocktail, composed of the arched position of the Chinese teen's back, mixed with his white pants, pulled tight on his hips, added with his thin reading glasses and especially his dark unbound hair, floating freely on his shoulders.
No need to search anymore, he knew.
The cold burn had found its way out of his system.
Without thinking one second about what he was doing, Heero leaned against the doorframe and admired the view unabashedly. Up until now, he had never really thought that Wufei was attractive, not in that way at least… but it was especially due to his solitary and haughty attitude, to his authoritative voice, never soft, always superior and sometimes frankly aggressive... But the tableau he was presenting now, unmindful of Heero's presence, suddenly put into relief a side of him Heero had never seen again since the return of his memories, a side that was... vulnerable... And attractive. Incredibly attractive.
Now that his eyebrows weren't bunched downward anymore, he could see the so dark color of Wufei's eyes, the length of his lashes; now that he wasn't sneering contemptuously, or smirking, Heero could see the fullness of his lips...
Heero blinked. Wow. Strange reaction. He had never thought about Wufei in that light before.
He rarely took the pain of thinking about things as insignificant as his sexual orientation. But one day he had nothing better to do, he had let his thoughts drift on the subject. Going there from Duo, of course. Who else could make him think about so frivolous and far away from his usual preoccupations?
He had compared statistics, probabilities, weighted opinions and documents, and the idea had come to him that maybe, he was not truly a homosexual, even if the only person for whom he had already felt lust happened to be a male. After all he didn't mix with that many people with who he would have a chance to build that kind of relationship, and Duo was unique enough to make many people doubt their orientation. He was so different that a simple "boy-girl" tag wasn't enough to define him entirely. And they spent so much time together, in dangerous situations, sometimes in an extreme promiscuity, it was more than enough to awaken some of the latent homosexual impulses that anyone obligatorily meets at least once in their life, as straight as they may be usually. Heero didn't count anymore the number of times he had had to share the American's bed and had been glomped on. And if you were taking into account that Duo's nonexistent body-shyness would never be the thing that prevented him from strutting around in boxers or even totally naked under his nose... And even if his body was definitely masculine, it was graceful and svelte in a troubling way… So, between agreeing that Duo was attractive and finding him attractive, there was barely a step...
But the simple fact of getting interested by Wufei now amply proved that he was, if not gay, at least largely bisexual. Wufei never adopted the braided boy's flirty behavior. And his face was beautiful and noble … but he definitely didn't have any physical trait that could belong on a girl, contrary to a certain other pilot who regularly despaired over it. No, Wufei was definitely all male … and a male of the dominant kind.
'Or else, I just have a particularly tenacious hair fetish,' Heero thought, smirking.
Suddenly, he stopped short those thought that led him nowhere and certainly didn't help getting rid of his sudden desire, and stepped toward the other pilot. The other teen lifted his head and looked at him over the top of his glasses, with an air that asked clearly what the hell he thought he was doing. Wufei had felt his presence long before, of course, but as long as he had been respecting his personal space, he had done as if the werewolf wasn't here, even if he had been wondering what the hell Heero was doing on his doorstep.
Heero stepped forward again, one hand on his hip.
Wufei pushed himself up on an arm to stare at him and frowned, but it was much less intimidating than usually, without a doubt because of the rebellious bang escaping from behind his ear to travel all over his face and the small glasses perched on his nose. Heero gave a barely-there smile, appreciating and amused.
/Wufei wa kirei desu, ne/
"Did you want something, Yuy ?" finally asked the black-haired pilot when he understood that his teammate wasn't intending on doing anything apart from staring at him.
"Yes," answered the Japanese teenager, leaning over the couch over where Wufei was still laying face down. Wufei's very position prevented him from moving away. Arched like that, he couldn't move higher anyway, and the only way to put some more space between them was to flatten on his belly on the couch, and for some reason he couldn't stand to even think about it.
/is he threatening me?/ wondered the Tiger. But Heero didn't seem especially aggressive, just…
/dominant/
"And what is it that you want?" asked ShenLong 's pilot quite brutally, annoyed more than he could explain.
Yuy's predator look /yes, that's the word, predator/ /I am a prey and he's a predator/ was already unnerving enough, especially when he could feel the weight of his stare travelling on his unbound hair, something that made him feel more open, frailer; but when his scent, modified in a curious way, invaded his nostrils, his scent turned warm and full of nuances that acted on him without him understanding how, he felt himself blush bright red.
His unnerved state turned to apprehension.
'I'm somehow … nearly afraid. He won't hurt me, but still, I don't know, he's… worrying'
/I'd be better off running away /
Slowly, deliberately, Heero let his eyes wander toward the bottom of the T-shirt, on the small of Wufei's back. The cloth here was pulling upward and a strip of skin was visible.
"What I want…?" he answered, echoing a question the boy had nearly forgotten having asked.
Wufei was feeling quite a funny tingle in his belly all of sudden...
And suddenly his jaw nearly fell on the ground, as if wanting to imitate the fall of the towel that covered 'had covered' the Japanese pilot's hips.
"You."
The book followed the towel on the ground.
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Cliffhanger, mwahahaha!!!!!
Comments? ^____^
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And *melts* Love Garou! I really like Heero in this.