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Writing meme? Kinda.
Ages and ages and centuries ago, there was a kissing meme.
I'm not reopening it. >_>today.
But one of the results was two drabbles that crossed over Gundam Wing with FF7, and since then the idea's been at the back of my mind. I don't think I'm ever going to come up with an adequate plot that explains how the hell the Gboys ended up on the Planet, especially in pre-crazySephy times, but I like the idea of writing more floating scenes in that universe.
NOTE: this one's been rewritten here and doesn't, alas, contain kissing anymore. But it does fit better with the rest.
"Hey, Chang..."
Wufei tenses up as he hears the other SOLDIER come in. He recognizes the voice, and, thanks to the latest Mako injection, he recognizes the scent, too. He's not one of the last people Wufei wants to talk to right now, but then the list is pretty crowded at the top.
"If you want to bother me about that story I told the other day when you got me drunk, I don't remember it, it was probably straight off the B-movie channel, and your fellow First Class have already laughed at every single thing there was to mock in there."
"Aw, Chang, would I kick you when you're down?"
"No," Wufei replies with some resentment, "But you'd laugh at me anyway. You were laughing pretty hard the other night."
The other SOLDIER walks closer on silent feet; Wufei knows anyway, because he starts hearing a faint ba-bump rhythm. It's still weird to him, but Wufei doesn't mistake it for his own heartbeat and high blood pressure anymore.
"That's only because you were so animated. That Nataku you described, I wonder where they worship her in Wutai?"
Wufei doesn't see how he would know, seeing as he's never been there in his life, both before and after his trip through the Lifestream, but it seems to be home to a sort of pseudo-Asia, or at least a place where people present enough physical traits that no one is willing to accept him as less than a full-blooded Wutaian. At least he didn't arrive to this world a couple of years later, during the war he's heard about. He should know about what they worship in the village he's supposed to have been born, though, but it's hard to lie to a SOLDIER, and besides he appreciates Fair enough not to try.
So he just doesn't answer; he grunts and starts folding clothes again.
"Hey, Chang..."
Zack leans over his shoulder and gves him a friendly grin. "Sure you don't remember the story? It was interesting, I wanted to know how it ends."
"Fair, that's not funny", Wufei snaps angrily. Zack immediately looks guilty.
"You know I just tease you because I like you, right?"
Wufei sighs. He's starting to feel a little bad. Just a little, though. "... Yes... I know."
"I don't think you do!" the man counters cheerfully, and then he backs up Wufei against a pile of folded shirts and plants a frank kiss on his lips.
It smacks in a funny way, but if it were a joke it wouldn't last, a second, two, three... ten.
Zack's lips open briefly, and Wufei's follow without thought, just enough to mingle their breaths, and it's over. Wufei thinks he must have had gray eyes, before mako turned them materia-violet. They're close enough he can see the reflection of his own gold-over-black irises in them.
Zack smiles then, a small, amused smile -- an almost tender one. And then the smile fades away and he's serious like he almost never is. "I really do want to hear the end of the story one day, if you feel up to telling me. I promise I'll keep you sober until the end, and get you as drunk as you need afterwards."
And then he leaves the laundry room, abandoning Wufei with his many piles of soldier uniforms still left to fold.
"I'll ... consider the offer," Wufei whispers once he's alone, knowing that Zack can hear him anyway. Then he goes back to work.
It doesn't go fast, when all he can think is 'I'm not lonely, I'm not, I'm not.'
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"What are you trying to fix?"
Duo jumped at the sudden voice and almost brained himself on the motor he was tinkering with. The voice was friendly, a curious young man; he came up with a rueful smile and hoped the guy hadn't seen him start to go for the gun holster in his boot.
"Getting rid of those pesky braincells apparently. Ow."
The guy was in his twenties, black-haired, and laughing. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to surprise you."
"You're quiet as a ghost, aren't you." A second later, Duo recognized the funny purple glow in the guy's eyes as a magical-super-soldier-of-death thing and realized how come he'd gotten the drop on him.
"Heh, sorry, ingrained training, I don't even notice anymore. Didn't mean to startle you... I'm Zack."
Duo shook his hand, because dog of the evil, greedy oppressor or not, the guy read as sincere enough.
"Need a hand? I know a bit about those bikes."
"Sure, thanks! Name's Duo, by the way."
They started working, Duo pointing out the problem areas and Zack assisting him, attentive to his movements and doing an okay job at guessing what Duo would be reaching for next.
"You ride this thing before?" Zack asked.
"Not this one, but the guy who sold me it let me ride its replacement." Duo patted the side of the bike in obvious affection. "It handles like a grumpy dragon, but man, it's got some power in there."
Zack burst out laughing. "No kidding, it was created as a SOLDIER vehicle. The fact that you can control it without being six feet tall and 200 lbs is already pretty surprising." He grinned. "Sure you don't want to enlist?"
Duo shuddered and leaned away from him, laughing through his fake grimace. "Eww, no way. Can you see me as a trooper? They'd make me cut my hair, I bet."
Zack snickered. "Eh, I don't know, the SOLDIERs and their cadets have a little more freedom like that. 'Course it's hard to enforce a hair regulation when your friggin General has hair down to his ass."
"Yeah, I notice your hair ain't really in a crew cut either," Duo drawled, giving the mass of spiky locks a pointed look.
"Eh, it's only shoulder-length. That's nothing. In my unit there's a guy who enlisted with his afro, and another with hair that's grown to shoulderblade-length in the last six months, and they've never had any problems."
Duo laughed and fixed a screw. "Thanks for the invite, man, but I work better as an independent agent."
"Really? What's your job?"
"I freelance a little bit of everything, as long as it finances my trip. About that, you might be able to help me out... I'm looking for this guy, see, and I'm pretty sure he came to Midgar, but I have no goddamn idea where to start looking."
"That's your job?"
"No, that's the trip. He's -- well, he's a true friend, and I don't have a lot of those. Anyway, he had to leave without any warning, and I'm afraid he's in trouble."
Zack frowned a little. "What kind of trouble? Borrowed money from the wrong guy?"
Duo chuckled, though he didn't smile for long. "Fei? No way. No, it's not legal trouble... Hell, if he managed to get a job, it's probably in law enforcement. It's -- his wife died."
"Oh. Oh, sorry."
The awkward silence didn't last long before Duo cracked a joke, and then they were back to easy chatter. The bike didn't take long to fix; once they were done, it purred like a tiger. Duo sat on the seat and grinned, caressing the handlebar lovingly.
"I think I love you."
"I'll let my girlfriend know," Zack quipped. Duo rolled his eyes at him.
"Yeah, you're a real charmer alright. Come on, I'll buy you a drink or two."
Zack beamed and jumped on the saddle behind him. "Score one for the Good Samaritan! Just so you know, I don't put out for less than a whole bottle."
Snickering, Duo started the bike, following Zack's pointing over his shoulder to the bar his unit had taken over -- "the only good one in the Sector," he assured. The bike was chained down properly upon arrival, and Zack sauntered inside the bar, waving at Friedman, Karl and a couple others, who sat at the bar drinking the first beers of the evening. "Hey guys, I made a new best friend! Sorry, Chang, you're fired."
Grinning, he turned around to introduce Duo.
Duo stood frozen in the door, eyes wide. Twisted around on his stool, Chang sat just as frozen.
"That. That. ...Chang's your friend?" Duo asked, voice coming out a little squeaky.
"Uh." No one had ever accused Zack of being stupid. ...Wow. What were the chances? "Yes?"
A second later, surpassing his SOLDIER speed, Duo grabbed his face with both hands and reeled him in for an enthusiastic, noisy kiss, complete with enthusiastically grateful tongue. Zack was left wondering if he should get a pregnancy test.
"Oh god I love you. Fei, you asshole, you're alive!"
Bemused, Zack watched as Duo raced his way through the bar. "Don't even think of kissing me, Maxwell!" Wufei was saying sternly from the bar, but he'd already slipped off his stool in prevision of the impact, and if that wasn't a Chang invitation to tackle him and cling and squeeze until he turned blue, Zack couldn't tell, and neither could Duo.
So give me a GW character, a FF7 character, a mood, and I'll try to write a little scene/snippet. Who knows, maybe a plot will grow out of it. Or maybe all the ficlets will contradict each other. It's all good.
(fair warning, I suck at and hate writing Trowa. I ain't so good at Quatre or the Ozzies either.)
First three suggestions! >__>
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joisbishmyoga : Heero/Aeris, disgruntled kitty. ( >:O jooooo.)
-luel_exana : Duo & Cid - exhilarating
-viper_s : Wufei/Sephiroth, faithful
I'm not reopening it. >_>
But one of the results was two drabbles that crossed over Gundam Wing with FF7, and since then the idea's been at the back of my mind. I don't think I'm ever going to come up with an adequate plot that explains how the hell the Gboys ended up on the Planet, especially in pre-crazySephy times, but I like the idea of writing more floating scenes in that universe.
NOTE: this one's been rewritten here and doesn't, alas, contain kissing anymore. But it does fit better with the rest.
"Hey, Chang..."
Wufei tenses up as he hears the other SOLDIER come in. He recognizes the voice, and, thanks to the latest Mako injection, he recognizes the scent, too. He's not one of the last people Wufei wants to talk to right now, but then the list is pretty crowded at the top.
"If you want to bother me about that story I told the other day when you got me drunk, I don't remember it, it was probably straight off the B-movie channel, and your fellow First Class have already laughed at every single thing there was to mock in there."
"Aw, Chang, would I kick you when you're down?"
"No," Wufei replies with some resentment, "But you'd laugh at me anyway. You were laughing pretty hard the other night."
The other SOLDIER walks closer on silent feet; Wufei knows anyway, because he starts hearing a faint ba-bump rhythm. It's still weird to him, but Wufei doesn't mistake it for his own heartbeat and high blood pressure anymore.
"That's only because you were so animated. That Nataku you described, I wonder where they worship her in Wutai?"
Wufei doesn't see how he would know, seeing as he's never been there in his life, both before and after his trip through the Lifestream, but it seems to be home to a sort of pseudo-Asia, or at least a place where people present enough physical traits that no one is willing to accept him as less than a full-blooded Wutaian. At least he didn't arrive to this world a couple of years later, during the war he's heard about. He should know about what they worship in the village he's supposed to have been born, though, but it's hard to lie to a SOLDIER, and besides he appreciates Fair enough not to try.
So he just doesn't answer; he grunts and starts folding clothes again.
"Hey, Chang..."
Zack leans over his shoulder and gves him a friendly grin. "Sure you don't remember the story? It was interesting, I wanted to know how it ends."
"Fair, that's not funny", Wufei snaps angrily. Zack immediately looks guilty.
"You know I just tease you because I like you, right?"
Wufei sighs. He's starting to feel a little bad. Just a little, though. "... Yes... I know."
"I don't think you do!" the man counters cheerfully, and then he backs up Wufei against a pile of folded shirts and plants a frank kiss on his lips.
It smacks in a funny way, but if it were a joke it wouldn't last, a second, two, three... ten.
Zack's lips open briefly, and Wufei's follow without thought, just enough to mingle their breaths, and it's over. Wufei thinks he must have had gray eyes, before mako turned them materia-violet. They're close enough he can see the reflection of his own gold-over-black irises in them.
Zack smiles then, a small, amused smile -- an almost tender one. And then the smile fades away and he's serious like he almost never is. "I really do want to hear the end of the story one day, if you feel up to telling me. I promise I'll keep you sober until the end, and get you as drunk as you need afterwards."
And then he leaves the laundry room, abandoning Wufei with his many piles of soldier uniforms still left to fold.
"I'll ... consider the offer," Wufei whispers once he's alone, knowing that Zack can hear him anyway. Then he goes back to work.
It doesn't go fast, when all he can think is 'I'm not lonely, I'm not, I'm not.'
----------------
"What are you trying to fix?"
Duo jumped at the sudden voice and almost brained himself on the motor he was tinkering with. The voice was friendly, a curious young man; he came up with a rueful smile and hoped the guy hadn't seen him start to go for the gun holster in his boot.
"Getting rid of those pesky braincells apparently. Ow."
The guy was in his twenties, black-haired, and laughing. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to surprise you."
"You're quiet as a ghost, aren't you." A second later, Duo recognized the funny purple glow in the guy's eyes as a magical-super-soldier-of-death thing and realized how come he'd gotten the drop on him.
"Heh, sorry, ingrained training, I don't even notice anymore. Didn't mean to startle you... I'm Zack."
Duo shook his hand, because dog of the evil, greedy oppressor or not, the guy read as sincere enough.
"Need a hand? I know a bit about those bikes."
"Sure, thanks! Name's Duo, by the way."
They started working, Duo pointing out the problem areas and Zack assisting him, attentive to his movements and doing an okay job at guessing what Duo would be reaching for next.
"You ride this thing before?" Zack asked.
"Not this one, but the guy who sold me it let me ride its replacement." Duo patted the side of the bike in obvious affection. "It handles like a grumpy dragon, but man, it's got some power in there."
Zack burst out laughing. "No kidding, it was created as a SOLDIER vehicle. The fact that you can control it without being six feet tall and 200 lbs is already pretty surprising." He grinned. "Sure you don't want to enlist?"
Duo shuddered and leaned away from him, laughing through his fake grimace. "Eww, no way. Can you see me as a trooper? They'd make me cut my hair, I bet."
Zack snickered. "Eh, I don't know, the SOLDIERs and their cadets have a little more freedom like that. 'Course it's hard to enforce a hair regulation when your friggin General has hair down to his ass."
"Yeah, I notice your hair ain't really in a crew cut either," Duo drawled, giving the mass of spiky locks a pointed look.
"Eh, it's only shoulder-length. That's nothing. In my unit there's a guy who enlisted with his afro, and another with hair that's grown to shoulderblade-length in the last six months, and they've never had any problems."
Duo laughed and fixed a screw. "Thanks for the invite, man, but I work better as an independent agent."
"Really? What's your job?"
"I freelance a little bit of everything, as long as it finances my trip. About that, you might be able to help me out... I'm looking for this guy, see, and I'm pretty sure he came to Midgar, but I have no goddamn idea where to start looking."
"That's your job?"
"No, that's the trip. He's -- well, he's a true friend, and I don't have a lot of those. Anyway, he had to leave without any warning, and I'm afraid he's in trouble."
Zack frowned a little. "What kind of trouble? Borrowed money from the wrong guy?"
Duo chuckled, though he didn't smile for long. "Fei? No way. No, it's not legal trouble... Hell, if he managed to get a job, it's probably in law enforcement. It's -- his wife died."
"Oh. Oh, sorry."
The awkward silence didn't last long before Duo cracked a joke, and then they were back to easy chatter. The bike didn't take long to fix; once they were done, it purred like a tiger. Duo sat on the seat and grinned, caressing the handlebar lovingly.
"I think I love you."
"I'll let my girlfriend know," Zack quipped. Duo rolled his eyes at him.
"Yeah, you're a real charmer alright. Come on, I'll buy you a drink or two."
Zack beamed and jumped on the saddle behind him. "Score one for the Good Samaritan! Just so you know, I don't put out for less than a whole bottle."
Snickering, Duo started the bike, following Zack's pointing over his shoulder to the bar his unit had taken over -- "the only good one in the Sector," he assured. The bike was chained down properly upon arrival, and Zack sauntered inside the bar, waving at Friedman, Karl and a couple others, who sat at the bar drinking the first beers of the evening. "Hey guys, I made a new best friend! Sorry, Chang, you're fired."
Grinning, he turned around to introduce Duo.
Duo stood frozen in the door, eyes wide. Twisted around on his stool, Chang sat just as frozen.
"That. That. ...Chang's your friend?" Duo asked, voice coming out a little squeaky.
"Uh." No one had ever accused Zack of being stupid. ...Wow. What were the chances? "Yes?"
A second later, surpassing his SOLDIER speed, Duo grabbed his face with both hands and reeled him in for an enthusiastic, noisy kiss, complete with enthusiastically grateful tongue. Zack was left wondering if he should get a pregnancy test.
"Oh god I love you. Fei, you asshole, you're alive!"
Bemused, Zack watched as Duo raced his way through the bar. "Don't even think of kissing me, Maxwell!" Wufei was saying sternly from the bar, but he'd already slipped off his stool in prevision of the impact, and if that wasn't a Chang invitation to tackle him and cling and squeeze until he turned blue, Zack couldn't tell, and neither could Duo.
So give me a GW character, a FF7 character, a mood, and I'll try to write a little scene/snippet. Who knows, maybe a plot will grow out of it. Or maybe all the ficlets will contradict each other. It's all good.
(fair warning, I suck at and hate writing Trowa. I ain't so good at Quatre or the Ozzies either.)
First three suggestions! >__>
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joisbishmyoga : Heero/Aeris, disgruntled kitty. ( >:O jooooo.)-
luel_exana : Duo & Cid - exhilarating -
viper_s : Wufei/Sephiroth, faithful