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GW ficlet: Playing the Distraction (shamera)
Title: Playing the Distraction
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-13 for cussing and groping?
Pairings: none, unless you count nameless!soldier+Duo XD
Word count: 1,238
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care_chan! 'Cause she wanted a GW fic.
Duo Maxwell was sick of being called pretty.
He was sick of called “stunning”, “enchanting”, or even “beautiful”. Anything to that variation, he deemed, would earn the speaker a broken nose. Because, of course, the only reason anyone would say that to him was because they were trying to piss him off. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was small, had an attractive and slight cherubic face, and a braid of hair that reached past his waist to emphasize his more… softer side.
It had nothing at all to do with the fact that he was wearing a dress and makeup, trying to figure out what to do with his legs as he wobbled precariously on a dark dance floor in heels.
In four-inch high, neon-pink stiletto heels.
“And where might you have come from, beauteous angel?” His dance partner cooed to him, voice barely heard over the pounding drums and the vicious beat of the music’s dance rhythms. “Surely I’d have remembered someone as stunning as you before.”
Duo barely suppressed a twitch of annoyance. That was two out of four that the man had said. That should earn a thorough beating from Shinigami. His fingers flexed at his sides, ready to curl into fists so that he could at least blacken one of the old pervert’s eyes.
Stop. Stop. Think of the mission. Heero will kill you if you don’t play your part.
Curling his rouged lips into a mockery of a smile, Duo tilted his head and curled his fists, instead using his arms to wrap around the man’s shoulders, speaking in a voice that was almost too high and squeaky to be believable, “I’m new here- I only came because my friends introduced me to this place.”
There was a slight static in his ears where the earphone (shaped like an earring that curled up his earlobe) was placed, before he heard the softest of snickers. Judging by the tone, it sounded like Quatre.
That’s it, Duo decided then and there, Blondie’s going to suffer too.
“I should be grateful to your friends, then.” The man said, taking the initiative to move closer as he wrapped both his arms around Duo’s waist. “Because I’ve never seen a more enchanting gal than you.”
The urge to twitch was stronger. Three out of four.
“Just for a little while longer,” came Wufei’s voice in his ear, soundly vastly amused. “Trowa’s already checked in this guy’s car. Heero’s going to check his coat now.”
This was, of course, the hardest part of the mission. This was mainly due to the fact that the identification codes for OZ they were looking for was carried by a certain nameless soldier at all times, so it had taken days of hacking for Heero to even find out who carried the codes, and longer to come up with a plan to rid the man of said codes.
It helped when they found out the certain nameless soldier had a habit of going clubbing- and was easily distracted by the sight of a pretty girl.
But when the pilots had all turned their gazes on him (not Quatre because he had turned those damned puppy eyes on them- the traitor!), Duo had immediately turned and made a break for it.
The plan didn’t work so well when Heero grabbed his braid when he was halfway out the fifth story window.
Damn Heero and his god damned accuracy. Duo cursed. In fact, all the other pilots were to blame for this…
The strobe lights were making Duo slightly dizzy. It normally wouldn’t affect him, but it hurt his eyes when he was on the constant lookout for his teammates, straining to see their hidden positions so that he could gage how much of a distraction he should provide.
“And where are these wonderful friends of yours?” the man asked, “Surely they wouldn’t leave someone like you alone here? If they were anything as breathtaking as you, I would think that I might know a few of your friends. Not that they could compare to your beauty.” He added hastily.
Ah! There! Duo narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw a dark figure crouch over the table which the man had left his coat in order to dance, and saw as Heero tried to dig through the pockets discreetly without attracting the attention of the other officers whom were also sitting at that table, drinking and laughing with each other. Heero’s position left him wide open to the view of the dance floor, even if he was hidden from the others at the table.
“What are you looking at, sweet?” the man asked, twisting his head to look behind him.
Duo reacted quickly, placing both hands on the man’s head in a panic to prevent him from looking, and donning a wide smile and a flash of white teeth. “I was merely thinking of how hot it is on the dance floor.” He crooned, voice at least two octaves higher than normal. “And wondering if you’d like to get a drink for me?”
The man’s smile was almost feral. “And what would you like, m’dear?”
Just what was Heero doing?
Duo resisted the urge to gape as he saw his partner release the coat he had been searching abruptly, and started to crawl underneath the table. There were five other officers sitting there! That boy was insane! Duo already knew that Heero probably had a death wish, but he never expected the other boy do something suicidal that might affect a mission!
The others must have noticed his silence, because Quatre quickly provided an answer to the question that Duo had missed. “Tell him you’d like a Sex on the Beach, Duo.”
“I’d like a Sex on the Beach,” Duo answered automatically, not thinking about what he was saying (he trusted 04 too much, dammit!) until he caught a glimpse of the man’s leer.
But… Fuck, Heero! Duo’s eyes widened. What was he doing?! That position just looked wrong, and it didn’t help that he was under the table reaching too closely to grab at the back pockets of one of the officers sitting there.
And then there was static in his ears again, and Trowa’s voice saying, “Mission complete. Heero’s extracted the data disk. You’re to stand down now, 02.”
He watched as Heero made a quick scramble getaway, just as the officer he had most likely had to grope notice something was wrong and start to look down his lap.
Duo was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he felt the man’s hands drift into lower areas and gave out a squeak as those hands squeezed.
“You know, you’re pretty forward for someone so young.” The man said.
Duo’s already traumatized brain froze on the word ‘pretty’.
That made it four out of four.
His closed fist snapped out before he even had the time to think about his actions. The man he had been dancing with howled in pain as a ‘crack’ signified his nose being broken, and released Duo as both hands went up to cradle the injured appendage. Duo managed to step backwards from the man, putting some much needed distance between himself and the soldier.
“Don’t,” he growled, “call me pretty.”
And he stormed off as well as he could in those heels, fuming and hearing Wufei’s laughter ring in his ears.
Optional epilogue:
*Duo storms past the other pilots for his room, fuming all the way*
Quatre: Oh, c'mon, Duo! It couldn't have been that bad, right? At least you look good!
Heero: Yes. *pause, then a smirk* Nice ass.
Wufei: XD Great legs.
Trowa: /D Is that padding...?
Duo: SHUT UP. *slams door on them*
*wails* I'm sorry, I'm sorry this came out so badly! When I first thought of it, I imagined a mission where Duo has to play the distraction while the others carried out whatever they were supposed to do, and Duo being really pissed off about it, but I wanted to make it funny, and it ended up being stupid and lame and I don't know what to do to patch it up, because it's a ficlet anyway... T__T Please forgive...?
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-13 for cussing and groping?
Pairings: none, unless you count nameless!soldier+Duo XD
Word count: 1,238
Written for
care_chan! 'Cause she wanted a GW fic.Duo Maxwell was sick of being called pretty.
He was sick of called “stunning”, “enchanting”, or even “beautiful”. Anything to that variation, he deemed, would earn the speaker a broken nose. Because, of course, the only reason anyone would say that to him was because they were trying to piss him off. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was small, had an attractive and slight cherubic face, and a braid of hair that reached past his waist to emphasize his more… softer side.
It had nothing at all to do with the fact that he was wearing a dress and makeup, trying to figure out what to do with his legs as he wobbled precariously on a dark dance floor in heels.
In four-inch high, neon-pink stiletto heels.
“And where might you have come from, beauteous angel?” His dance partner cooed to him, voice barely heard over the pounding drums and the vicious beat of the music’s dance rhythms. “Surely I’d have remembered someone as stunning as you before.”
Duo barely suppressed a twitch of annoyance. That was two out of four that the man had said. That should earn a thorough beating from Shinigami. His fingers flexed at his sides, ready to curl into fists so that he could at least blacken one of the old pervert’s eyes.
Stop. Stop. Think of the mission. Heero will kill you if you don’t play your part.
Curling his rouged lips into a mockery of a smile, Duo tilted his head and curled his fists, instead using his arms to wrap around the man’s shoulders, speaking in a voice that was almost too high and squeaky to be believable, “I’m new here- I only came because my friends introduced me to this place.”
There was a slight static in his ears where the earphone (shaped like an earring that curled up his earlobe) was placed, before he heard the softest of snickers. Judging by the tone, it sounded like Quatre.
That’s it, Duo decided then and there, Blondie’s going to suffer too.
“I should be grateful to your friends, then.” The man said, taking the initiative to move closer as he wrapped both his arms around Duo’s waist. “Because I’ve never seen a more enchanting gal than you.”
The urge to twitch was stronger. Three out of four.
“Just for a little while longer,” came Wufei’s voice in his ear, soundly vastly amused. “Trowa’s already checked in this guy’s car. Heero’s going to check his coat now.”
This was, of course, the hardest part of the mission. This was mainly due to the fact that the identification codes for OZ they were looking for was carried by a certain nameless soldier at all times, so it had taken days of hacking for Heero to even find out who carried the codes, and longer to come up with a plan to rid the man of said codes.
It helped when they found out the certain nameless soldier had a habit of going clubbing- and was easily distracted by the sight of a pretty girl.
But when the pilots had all turned their gazes on him (not Quatre because he had turned those damned puppy eyes on them- the traitor!), Duo had immediately turned and made a break for it.
The plan didn’t work so well when Heero grabbed his braid when he was halfway out the fifth story window.
Damn Heero and his god damned accuracy. Duo cursed. In fact, all the other pilots were to blame for this…
The strobe lights were making Duo slightly dizzy. It normally wouldn’t affect him, but it hurt his eyes when he was on the constant lookout for his teammates, straining to see their hidden positions so that he could gage how much of a distraction he should provide.
“And where are these wonderful friends of yours?” the man asked, “Surely they wouldn’t leave someone like you alone here? If they were anything as breathtaking as you, I would think that I might know a few of your friends. Not that they could compare to your beauty.” He added hastily.
Ah! There! Duo narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw a dark figure crouch over the table which the man had left his coat in order to dance, and saw as Heero tried to dig through the pockets discreetly without attracting the attention of the other officers whom were also sitting at that table, drinking and laughing with each other. Heero’s position left him wide open to the view of the dance floor, even if he was hidden from the others at the table.
“What are you looking at, sweet?” the man asked, twisting his head to look behind him.
Duo reacted quickly, placing both hands on the man’s head in a panic to prevent him from looking, and donning a wide smile and a flash of white teeth. “I was merely thinking of how hot it is on the dance floor.” He crooned, voice at least two octaves higher than normal. “And wondering if you’d like to get a drink for me?”
The man’s smile was almost feral. “And what would you like, m’dear?”
Just what was Heero doing?
Duo resisted the urge to gape as he saw his partner release the coat he had been searching abruptly, and started to crawl underneath the table. There were five other officers sitting there! That boy was insane! Duo already knew that Heero probably had a death wish, but he never expected the other boy do something suicidal that might affect a mission!
The others must have noticed his silence, because Quatre quickly provided an answer to the question that Duo had missed. “Tell him you’d like a Sex on the Beach, Duo.”
“I’d like a Sex on the Beach,” Duo answered automatically, not thinking about what he was saying (he trusted 04 too much, dammit!) until he caught a glimpse of the man’s leer.
But… Fuck, Heero! Duo’s eyes widened. What was he doing?! That position just looked wrong, and it didn’t help that he was under the table reaching too closely to grab at the back pockets of one of the officers sitting there.
And then there was static in his ears again, and Trowa’s voice saying, “Mission complete. Heero’s extracted the data disk. You’re to stand down now, 02.”
He watched as Heero made a quick scramble getaway, just as the officer he had most likely had to grope notice something was wrong and start to look down his lap.
Duo was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he felt the man’s hands drift into lower areas and gave out a squeak as those hands squeezed.
“You know, you’re pretty forward for someone so young.” The man said.
Duo’s already traumatized brain froze on the word ‘pretty’.
That made it four out of four.
His closed fist snapped out before he even had the time to think about his actions. The man he had been dancing with howled in pain as a ‘crack’ signified his nose being broken, and released Duo as both hands went up to cradle the injured appendage. Duo managed to step backwards from the man, putting some much needed distance between himself and the soldier.
“Don’t,” he growled, “call me pretty.”
And he stormed off as well as he could in those heels, fuming and hearing Wufei’s laughter ring in his ears.
Optional epilogue:
*Duo storms past the other pilots for his room, fuming all the way*
Quatre: Oh, c'mon, Duo! It couldn't have been that bad, right? At least you look good!
Heero: Yes. *pause, then a smirk* Nice ass.
Wufei: XD Great legs.
Trowa: /D Is that padding...?
Duo: SHUT UP. *slams door on them*
*wails* I'm sorry, I'm sorry this came out so badly! When I first thought of it, I imagined a mission where Duo has to play the distraction while the others carried out whatever they were supposed to do, and Duo being really pissed off about it, but I wanted to make it funny, and it ended up being stupid and lame and I don't know what to do to patch it up, because it's a ficlet anyway... T__T Please forgive...?
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LOL. I love that.
And I love Duo in drag on the whole, especially in pink stilettos. I've only tried once to walk in stilettos. It wasn't pretty...
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drag!Duo is something I love tremendously. :D