Because I'm a sucker for cattle prods...
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lavandarlizard2A little something that belongs in the 'Silence' universe. I don't recall posting this before, but I may have, in some form. Um... Quatre's POV.
So put down the cattle prod and step away slowly....
Shopping with Duo – A Pre-'Silence' ii kibarashi
“This is not where we need to go, Duo.”
“I’m a little nervous, okay? I need something to relax.”
“And just how is a triple espresso with chocolate syrup, chocolate whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles supposed to relax you?”
“Wishful thinking?”
I sighed, and gave in, as I usually do when Duo gets hyper. And I had to admit; I was a trifle anxious myself.
<><><><><>
Even though Trowa and I have been a couple longer than Duo and Heero, they were going to be the first to make their relationship official. Or legal. Or obviously public.
My love and I have been dancing around the subject – an odd thing for us, given that we are usually so attuned to each other – for some time now.
Should we get married?
Security is not an issue.
With my sisters’ blessing, I have made Trowa a stockholder in WEI.
Money is not an issue.
With that stock, comes a permanent income.
Trust is not an issue.
He surrendered to me and me to him upon our first meeting.
Love is most certainly not an issue.
Though the blaze of our feelings may temper with the years, we will always feel love for each other.
<><><><><>
“Quatre! Do you want cinnamon on your latte?”
“Umm… Do they have nutmeg?”
“Yeah. Hey, live dangerously; have both,” he laughed.
Duo is happier than I can ever remember. He’s bouncing from store to store in this obscenely huge mall, touching, poking, handling, surveying, asking questions, laughing, giggling – and coming from Duo, a giggle seems quite butch – and most of all, buying.
Everything is being sent to their apartment in Sanc. I do hope Heero realises what is going to be happening. It’s not a very large apartment.
Duo has over a dozen blind accounts to draw from, all acquired during the war. It’s conceivable that he could actually buy everything he sees.
“Duo. You’re supposed to be shopping for your wedding,” I remind him.
He turns a wide-eyed innocent gaze my way.
“Okay. But I don’t quite know what to get.”
Now I’m confused. “Weren’t you going to look for an outfit to wear for the wedding?”
He blinks slowly, then grins broadly.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I guess my mind did a walkabout.”
I know that look. It’s the Shinigami-in-Residence look. Anything can happen, and usually does. I sighed. I can handle it. Usually.
“Let’s check out this place,” said Duo, turning into a shop.
I followed, not noticing the name of the place. Duo had gotten ahead of me, and was speaking with a clerk when I caught up to him.
“- About a five, I think. Maybe seven. What do you think?”
The clerk looked him over critically. “We’ll try both,” she said decisively. “Different styles and designers fit differently.”
Duo kicked off his boots and handed me his jacket before padding lightly after her.
I looked around and found a velvet-covered bench to sit on. We were in an alcove, surrounded by mirrors and racks of dresses. Soft classical music wafted from hidden speakers. Formal dresses, I noticed. I wondered where the tuxedos were kept. Perhaps in the back?
“Yo, Quatre! Whaddaya think?”
I turned. Duo held the hanger of an elaborate bridal gown before him.
“Is it me?” he demanded lightly.
I blinked.
I blinked again.
I raised my hand to my eyes.
“Duo…”
“Oh. Right. I guess it is a little late for white,” he laughed.
“We have it in candlelight,” said the clerk, as normally as if she sold bridal gowns to men every day. Perhaps she did.
“Duo,” I began firmly, but when I took my hand away from my eyes, they were gone.
And to think that Heero trusted me…
<><><><><>
I sat back and rubbed my temples. I didn’t have a headache; it was just a habit.
I really didn’t like this idea of Duo’s. It seemed like too much, too soon, to spring a joke like this on Heero. Admittedly, Duo knows him better than I do, but Heero and I did spend time together during the war. I wanted this wedding, this marriage to succeed and be the joyous thing I know it could be.
And maybe I saw it as a preview of what Trowa and I could have.
A rustle of cloth and a soft throat clearing caused me to look up. My mouth dropped open all on its own.
Duo stood there before me, so demure, so lovely, and so perfectly bride-like. His chestnut braid had been taken down and brushed out. His shaggy bangs had been brushed back from his face. Unbidden tears welled in my eyes at the sight of him. The dress was indeed candlelight, that palest of off-white with a tiny touch of gold. The full skirt was of satin and lace and tiny pearlescent seed beads. The bodice of peu de soi satin was literally encrusted with delicate beading. Cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline exposed a great deal of pale skin, but matching satin gloves hid his scarred and work-roughened hands.
His expression gave nothing away. He looked neither amused nor smug.
He began a slow turn and the saleswoman lifted the trailing back of the skirt and walked it around. The headpiece of satin and lace, also with a scattering of beadwork, fell to the floor and beyond; a sheer, flower-decorated quasi-train. Before he faced me again, he lifted the veil, dropping it over his face.
The saleswoman stepped away to stand beside me.
“Is he not a vision from heaven?” she breathed, perhaps to herself, perhaps to me.
I just wanted to cry.
“Are you…” I began, and had to start over when my voice cracked. “Duo, are you really going to do this to Heero? Do something like this to the man you love?” I wasn’t sure that we could stay friends if he did this to Heero.
Duo tilted his head to one side. I couldn’t see his expression behind the veil.
“Well, sure,” he said evenly. “This is his wedding present.”
“Duo,” I said, perhaps more firmly than I intended. “You are *not* getting married in *that*!”
“*Married*?!” he squawked. “Of course, I’m not getting *married* in this! This is Heero’s wedding present! For the wedding night,” he hissed and pushed the veil back to glare at me. “He likes to *unwrap* things, dude. Like *me*! Geez, Quatre! What do you take me for?!”
My heart gave a great “thump!” and the room dimmed slightly.
“Oh, lord,” I gasped. “Duo, you are the world’s worst –“
He grabbed the front of the skirt, hitching it up so that he could walk, and stalked over to me.
“You thought I was going to wear this for the wedding! Quatre, are you outta your mind?! Heero would kill me and stomp on the pieces!” He looked at the saleswoman. “I’ll take this; can you unbutton me?”
I sat there, hanging onto the edge of the bench, and trying to breathe normally while Duo shimmied out of the exquisite dress. He was bare-chested and, I noticed, wearing matching satin pumps. He kicked off the shoes and went back to the dressing room to retrieve his shirt.
“Shoes too,” he said when he returned. “And a box of those stockings.” He looked at me, then whispered in my ear. “I thought you knew, Quat! Don’t you and Trowa… you know… play dress-up?”
I shook my head numbly. Honestly, the thought had never occurred to me.
“Oh. I figured for sure… all those circus costumes… Um… Yeah.” He scratched at his head. “I’m sorry. Look; let’s get some lunch. I’m gonna have all this stuff sent so we don’t have to deal with it.”
“Okay… I’m sorry, too, Duo, for over-reacting. I just thought of Heero and… and had a horrible vision… You do like to play practical jokes…”
“Not on my Heero,” he replied quietly. “And never like that. I love him.”
So put down the cattle prod and step away slowly....
Shopping with Duo – A Pre-'Silence' ii kibarashi
“This is not where we need to go, Duo.”
“I’m a little nervous, okay? I need something to relax.”
“And just how is a triple espresso with chocolate syrup, chocolate whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles supposed to relax you?”
“Wishful thinking?”
I sighed, and gave in, as I usually do when Duo gets hyper. And I had to admit; I was a trifle anxious myself.
<><><><><>
Even though Trowa and I have been a couple longer than Duo and Heero, they were going to be the first to make their relationship official. Or legal. Or obviously public.
My love and I have been dancing around the subject – an odd thing for us, given that we are usually so attuned to each other – for some time now.
Should we get married?
Security is not an issue.
With my sisters’ blessing, I have made Trowa a stockholder in WEI.
Money is not an issue.
With that stock, comes a permanent income.
Trust is not an issue.
He surrendered to me and me to him upon our first meeting.
Love is most certainly not an issue.
Though the blaze of our feelings may temper with the years, we will always feel love for each other.
<><><><><>
“Quatre! Do you want cinnamon on your latte?”
“Umm… Do they have nutmeg?”
“Yeah. Hey, live dangerously; have both,” he laughed.
Duo is happier than I can ever remember. He’s bouncing from store to store in this obscenely huge mall, touching, poking, handling, surveying, asking questions, laughing, giggling – and coming from Duo, a giggle seems quite butch – and most of all, buying.
Everything is being sent to their apartment in Sanc. I do hope Heero realises what is going to be happening. It’s not a very large apartment.
Duo has over a dozen blind accounts to draw from, all acquired during the war. It’s conceivable that he could actually buy everything he sees.
“Duo. You’re supposed to be shopping for your wedding,” I remind him.
He turns a wide-eyed innocent gaze my way.
“Okay. But I don’t quite know what to get.”
Now I’m confused. “Weren’t you going to look for an outfit to wear for the wedding?”
He blinks slowly, then grins broadly.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I guess my mind did a walkabout.”
I know that look. It’s the Shinigami-in-Residence look. Anything can happen, and usually does. I sighed. I can handle it. Usually.
“Let’s check out this place,” said Duo, turning into a shop.
I followed, not noticing the name of the place. Duo had gotten ahead of me, and was speaking with a clerk when I caught up to him.
“- About a five, I think. Maybe seven. What do you think?”
The clerk looked him over critically. “We’ll try both,” she said decisively. “Different styles and designers fit differently.”
Duo kicked off his boots and handed me his jacket before padding lightly after her.
I looked around and found a velvet-covered bench to sit on. We were in an alcove, surrounded by mirrors and racks of dresses. Soft classical music wafted from hidden speakers. Formal dresses, I noticed. I wondered where the tuxedos were kept. Perhaps in the back?
“Yo, Quatre! Whaddaya think?”
I turned. Duo held the hanger of an elaborate bridal gown before him.
“Is it me?” he demanded lightly.
I blinked.
I blinked again.
I raised my hand to my eyes.
“Duo…”
“Oh. Right. I guess it is a little late for white,” he laughed.
“We have it in candlelight,” said the clerk, as normally as if she sold bridal gowns to men every day. Perhaps she did.
“Duo,” I began firmly, but when I took my hand away from my eyes, they were gone.
And to think that Heero trusted me…
<><><><><>
I sat back and rubbed my temples. I didn’t have a headache; it was just a habit.
I really didn’t like this idea of Duo’s. It seemed like too much, too soon, to spring a joke like this on Heero. Admittedly, Duo knows him better than I do, but Heero and I did spend time together during the war. I wanted this wedding, this marriage to succeed and be the joyous thing I know it could be.
And maybe I saw it as a preview of what Trowa and I could have.
A rustle of cloth and a soft throat clearing caused me to look up. My mouth dropped open all on its own.
Duo stood there before me, so demure, so lovely, and so perfectly bride-like. His chestnut braid had been taken down and brushed out. His shaggy bangs had been brushed back from his face. Unbidden tears welled in my eyes at the sight of him. The dress was indeed candlelight, that palest of off-white with a tiny touch of gold. The full skirt was of satin and lace and tiny pearlescent seed beads. The bodice of peu de soi satin was literally encrusted with delicate beading. Cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline exposed a great deal of pale skin, but matching satin gloves hid his scarred and work-roughened hands.
His expression gave nothing away. He looked neither amused nor smug.
He began a slow turn and the saleswoman lifted the trailing back of the skirt and walked it around. The headpiece of satin and lace, also with a scattering of beadwork, fell to the floor and beyond; a sheer, flower-decorated quasi-train. Before he faced me again, he lifted the veil, dropping it over his face.
The saleswoman stepped away to stand beside me.
“Is he not a vision from heaven?” she breathed, perhaps to herself, perhaps to me.
I just wanted to cry.
“Are you…” I began, and had to start over when my voice cracked. “Duo, are you really going to do this to Heero? Do something like this to the man you love?” I wasn’t sure that we could stay friends if he did this to Heero.
Duo tilted his head to one side. I couldn’t see his expression behind the veil.
“Well, sure,” he said evenly. “This is his wedding present.”
“Duo,” I said, perhaps more firmly than I intended. “You are *not* getting married in *that*!”
“*Married*?!” he squawked. “Of course, I’m not getting *married* in this! This is Heero’s wedding present! For the wedding night,” he hissed and pushed the veil back to glare at me. “He likes to *unwrap* things, dude. Like *me*! Geez, Quatre! What do you take me for?!”
My heart gave a great “thump!” and the room dimmed slightly.
“Oh, lord,” I gasped. “Duo, you are the world’s worst –“
He grabbed the front of the skirt, hitching it up so that he could walk, and stalked over to me.
“You thought I was going to wear this for the wedding! Quatre, are you outta your mind?! Heero would kill me and stomp on the pieces!” He looked at the saleswoman. “I’ll take this; can you unbutton me?”
I sat there, hanging onto the edge of the bench, and trying to breathe normally while Duo shimmied out of the exquisite dress. He was bare-chested and, I noticed, wearing matching satin pumps. He kicked off the shoes and went back to the dressing room to retrieve his shirt.
“Shoes too,” he said when he returned. “And a box of those stockings.” He looked at me, then whispered in my ear. “I thought you knew, Quat! Don’t you and Trowa… you know… play dress-up?”
I shook my head numbly. Honestly, the thought had never occurred to me.
“Oh. I figured for sure… all those circus costumes… Um… Yeah.” He scratched at his head. “I’m sorry. Look; let’s get some lunch. I’m gonna have all this stuff sent so we don’t have to deal with it.”
“Okay… I’m sorry, too, Duo, for over-reacting. I just thought of Heero and… and had a horrible vision… You do like to play practical jokes…”
“Not on my Heero,” he replied quietly. “And never like that. I love him.”
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yea!!
Date: 2004-04-12 06:10 pm (UTC)I can't help but picture the wedding night (I seem to have a weakness for cross-dressers) *sigh*
And Quatre... It definitely sets a precedent for the... "misunderstanding" shall we say? that happens in Silence.
I guess I won't be needing this for a while *sets cattle prod back on its self* maybe I should see what happens if I use bribery instead of threats. So what's your pleasure? Chocolate? Pocky? A randomly colored afghan that's been lying half finished for a month and a half? your choice.
*huggles*
Tec
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Date: 2004-04-12 06:47 pm (UTC)He likes to *unwrap* things, dude.
*dies laughing*
Re: yea!!
Date: 2004-04-12 09:04 pm (UTC)Milk chocolate pocky would do nicely...
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Date: 2004-04-12 09:06 pm (UTC)Re: yea!!
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