Master Thespians
"Go on now."
"Euhm..."
"We haven't all day!"
Slowly, we leaned in, equal faces of disgust and dread on
our faces as our lips met.
Oh, wait, I should start at the beginning, shouldn't I?
Hi, I'm Duo Maxwell.
I'm the most adorableist, sexiest, handsomeist, cutest, lovableist
bishounen that was ever created. It's
true! I'd include a picture of myself,
but the point of writing this is so you'll READ it and not just drool over my
glompaliscious self. Heck, I have to
take special classes with just me and a teacher whose was carefully prepared to
withstand my atractiveness because I was distracting everyone in class! I got in trouble, but hey, can I help it if
the other student choose to stare at me
and drool all class? Certainly
not! ITAI!!! Well, fine, I'm going a bit over here, but I am really that damn
dashing. For my koi's well-being, I
choose to overlook the shoe that he threw at me...
Oh, yeah, the story.
Right, well, one day me, Heero, Wufei, Trowa and Quatre were walking to
school. Well, we always walk to school,
but I mean like it was the day this all started. Trust me, this gets more interesting, just read on.
Walking, got it!
So, here we are, walking along.
I'm trying my usual feel-up-Heero-without-anyone-noticing act, Trowa and
Quatre are gazing into each other's eyes (gag!) and Wufei was being
mister-oblivious as always. Trowa and
Quatre though, geez, they make me sick!
So lovey-dovey, and "oooo" "awww"! Yuck yuck.
But, back to the point.
I was currently transfixed by my boyfreind's amazingly Perfect ass,
drooling I'm sure, when I walked right smack into the pole that hold the flag
up at our school. That really hurt!
As I sat there on my bum, trying to figure out what
happened, I saw the other three walk on, laughing. Heero was just looking down at me, an annoyed expression on his
face.
"Stop clowning around."
"I double dare you to say that to Trowa!"
"Kisama."
"A little help here?" I held out a hand to
him. He only looked at me with an
indignant expression.
"No, get up yourself, hentai baka."
OOo, guess that meant he noticed why I was so
distracted. Well, can you blame
me? My boyfreind (Heero, if you haven't
figured it out by now) is the definition of the word
"bishounen". Deep blue eyes,
out-of-control short, dark brown hair, and slender as all hells. And I'll be damned if he didn't have the
most hard, tight body in exsistence!
The boy was scrumpcious, with those sexay lips that seemed to pout at-
"Your going to be late."
I blinked. Oops,
gone on a mind rant again. I pulled
myself up via the Evil Pole and flipped my braid behind me. I snorted at him as he turned and walked
away. But my usual grin popped back up
as my usual brigade of female obsessors ran up to me and started babbiling
inanely, as always. I yelled to him.
"SEE YOU IN TRIG!"
Heero only lifted a hand in acknowledgement, not turning
around. I grinned wider. Damn, I love my koibito.
So, here I was in english class, bored out of my mind. I'm American, I already know english, but
the school is anal enough to put me in this class anyway. Oh well, it's an easy A. I looked at the posters on the walls again,
already knowing what they said, but it was something to do besides draw explicit
sexual images of me and a certain grumpy boy...
Ah, but what is this?
I leaned forward in my seat to see better. There was a new peice of paper stapled to
the wall. It read as follows:
Need more
excitement in your life? Want to try
something new? Why not acting!? A new, revoluntionary play entitled "a daisy's dew" is opening
for auditions Tuesday, in the school's theater. Sponsored by Mrs. Talbert's extra curricular playwrite class,
independant from the school. Everyone welcome, no sign-up or past experince
nessacery!
Oooo... interesting!
Apart from my life (that I can't talk about here), school *boooooring!*,
and them wild nights with Heero, I already had a whole bunch of
excitement. But, heck, why not? It's not like I study. Okay, fine, I do, but we (my freinds and I),
only meet to study twice a week, and I always wanted to try being onstage. I loves me attention.
Besides, us five are practicaly the smartest in this
whole damn school. It's not like we
really need to study anything anyway, but I guess it never hurts.
I checked my handy-dandy-Shinigami watch (self-made, of
course), and it had good news for me.
Today is TUESDAY. Yes, not ONLY
does that mean the artificially-produced-and-manufactured-chili-hot-dogs for
lunch, but also I can check this theatre thing out!!!! I grinned evily to myself. Maybe I'd get to man-handle a girl and make
Heero upset.
Hey, I'm not a bad guy, I was just kidding with that
upset Heero thing! I would never, never
do anything to make Heero upset or hurt.
I'll skip all the boring stuff and get straight to it.
After kissing Heero goodbye and waving to the
Couple-Of-Infinite-Sugar (aka Quatre and Trowa), I headed off to the
theater. As I walked, I did my usual
unbuttoning most of the shirt's buttons, tying my tie to a pant-loop, undoing
my belt and untucking my shirt. This
serves two purposes:
1. It annoys the staff of the school
2. Those uniforms are damn uncomfortable and this helps
As I ceremoniously yanked on my shirt, I wondered where
Wufei was. I mean, come on, what does
the guy really have to do except walk home with us? Wufei hates the sports they offer here, never gets detention, and hates being stuck in big crowds. I was actually a little worried. I knew he was really antisocial, excluding
the four of us, and made it a point of not talking with anyone but us
four. The other kids think he's cool,
if not a little off. Besides, sometimes
I wonder for a minute if he plays that mysterious loner just to get
chicks. Geez, not like he needs to go
so far - he's not so bad on the eyes himself.
Not as sexy as yours truly, but then again, who is?? He's of chinese descent, about my height,
and almost as well defined as Heero (in the muscle department). Got black eyes, shiny black hair, and is
different looking than everyone here with his peachy-lemonish skin and facial
structure. Personaly, I think that's because
he's the only chinese person here. So,
anyway, I entertained that thought for all of one second. Wufei isn't the indirect type, and he also
has some insane problem with "onnas". I have no clue bout THAT one, but he does. But the idea of him picking up chicks made
me giggle a little.
Oh, babble.
Sorry.
So, here I was, chuckling and walking to the theater, a
bit worried about my "mysterious" freind when I walked smack into the
door.
"ITAI!!!!"
I jumped back from the Evil Door and rubbed my poor forehead and
nose. The guys usually call me clumsy,
but there's a reason for it. I tend to
let myself just sink into my mind, and with all these thoughts swirling around
me, I always forget to stay awake in the world. Make sense? Guess not,
but oh well. I'm just writing this to
tell the story, not explain how I am.
No one but my sexay-peach of a koi knows my heart, but that's another
story for another time, eh?
I growled in annoyance and yanked the offending door
open. I stalked inside the big theater,
completely steamed. My ass still hurt
from the fall earlier, and now my nose/forehead area was throbbing right along
with it. Sheesh, what a crummy
day. By Shinigami, I better get a good
role in this to make up for my various bruises or there'll be hell to pay!
In a huff of anger, I flopped into on of the seats near
the stage. The teach, Mrs. Tablert, was
in the dress-clothes the teachers have to wear and was talking to a guy about a
class above me. I overlooked his good
looks, just glancing about curiously to see the other students who might be
here. Ya see, I never really had time
to ever oggle at somebody, certainly not with what I'm involved in. The only time I ever was stopped in my
tracks to check someone out was when I first met Heero. Back then I just noticed he was extremely
beautiful and gave me a funny feeling.
I laced my fingers together and leaned them behind my
head, setting my ankles on the seat in front and to the right of me, legs
loosely crossed.
Yeah, see, I never really thought I was gay, or
anything. Back then, I just knew I felt
funny around Heero, that I got weird feelings in my stomach whenever he looked
at me. Well, I was the only one who
could put up with his silent, dead-machine-like ways without being offended, so
I always roomed with him. One night
though, I woke up in the middle of the night, and saw this figure in front of
me. I focused and realized it was
Heero. He was shaking, and for once his
face had an emotion - complete fear.
"Duo...,"
his voice whispered.
"Duo."
"Y-yeah
Hee-man, what's up? Why ya
shakin'?"
He was
just shaking... He looked so lost and
frightened, that I acted before thiking (as usual. I pulled the blanket up and nodded at the uncovered bed. He hesitated before laying down. It was the most natural thing in the world-
I wiggled up to him, wrapping an arm around his chest and giving him a little
embrace, holding him still. I had
leaned my forehead on the side of his head, for he had laid down on his back
and me my side. And we just laid like
that - my arm around his bare chest and arms, holding him close, one of my legs
around his hip and inbetween his legs.
I was curled up around the guy like he was a big teddy bear.
It was a while before we said anything. After a spell though, I realized exactly
what we were wearing. Or, really, our
lack of wearing. He was just in those
damn spandex shorts, me in boxers and a worn thin wifebeater. But I didn't really care, and that confused
me. I mean, not the part of little
clothing, but the part that here I was, cuddled up to another
"Duo."
scantily clad guy, and totally
liking it. It was so weird, how could I
possibly feel so... well, just liking such intimate contact with another guy,
especially Heero!? But then I told
myself to just shut up and enjoy it.
Besides, I was always worried about Heero. It was so weird to see him almost...vulnerable like that. So I was just trying to comfort him, really
"DUo..."
I was. Just that.
But then Heero went stiff and started crying. I sat up some to see for myself if he reallyt was. And he was.
He looked at me with a pleading look.
"Duo, what's
wrong with me?!" His voice was
quiet, a whisper, but behind it was such sorrow, such desperation, I
immediately was choked up and stuck in the sorrow he had.
"DUO."
"W-whatcha
talkin about buddy?"
"I-I... You make me feel all jumpy, and so
confused..."
"Uh...
um..." I
shifted around a bit, uneasy with where this looked to be heading.
"What-.. what
did you do?"
"Huh?"
"You shocked
me!" He sounded disbeliveing.
"I did
not."
"Yes you did!"
"Heero, how can I
possibly shock you when I haven't gotten anything electrical?" I asked, pretty confused like him. I shifted around again to pull my braid out
from under the pillow. Heero gasped and
flinched away from me.
"Stop
it!" he whispered weakly. I
just looked at him. It occured to me
maybe he got that funny feeling that I get from him, but only he got it from
me. Woah, weird! But, hm, interesting. I wasn't scared that night, for some
reason. I guess the same reason that
gave me the natural impulse to invite him into my bed.
"DUOOOO!!!"
"Hey Heero,
chill out." I laid my head next to his again and snuggled up to him,
hugging him like he was a pillow. He
got really tense at this, but didn't draw away. The words blurted out of my mouth before my mind realized
them. I guess there was something
greater than me guiding me that night. "Ai shiteru, Heero-kun."
He got real quiet after that.
"Heero?"
"hn?"
"You alright with
that?"
"I guess so."
"You guess
so?" I chuckled.
The guy was too cute sometimes.
"I-I
mean... Duo, I think I love
you..," he whispered to me.
"DUO!"
A happiness grew in me that I've never known, but always
pretended to. I know happiness really
well now, with my fellow, um, colleagues as close freinds and my loving
koibito. Life is roses and cream for
me, despite everything else. That's
cause of these four guys. And not
"DUO!!"
to forget that Heero keeps me
happily satisfied in other areas. Ah,
such fun...
"DUUUUOOOO!!!"
"ITAI!!" I jumped and fell out of my
comfortable position and onto the floor between two rows of seats. Wufei was glaring at me. I rubbed my poor shoulder. You'd be surprised how hard that man can
pinch, ye-ouch!!!
"What was that for??"
"You were staring off into the ceiling and didn't
even realize this is the present! I
caled your name many times, but you just had that dopey expression on your
face! Baka!" Wufei plopped down into the chair I used to
occupy, crossing his arms and legs, glowering at me.
I muttered some choice words as I pulled myself up and
into the seat next to him. "Can't
a guy daydream without being attacked?"
"Hn. That's
a good way to get killed, Maxwell."
"I'll keep that in mind." I brushed my bangs back, watching Wufei
curiously. He noticed my looking and
raised a black brow at me.
"What?"
"Whatcha doin' here?"
"I could ask you the same, Maxwell."
"Though I'd try being onstage. You?"
Wufei grunted something I didn't quite catch.
"Whad ya say?"
"I said, guidance counselor said to."
I laughed right in his indignant face before continuing
the conversation. I'm so suave, ain't
I? "Your following HER
advice!?"
He blushed before growling. "Can it. It wasn't
just her who thought so."
"OooOooo... Treize have anything to do with
this??"
"SSHHHH!!!
Do not speak of him here!"
I giggled before slinging an arm around his lithe
shoulders. "Ah, I seeeeee, he
asked you to?"
"No..."
"Then...?"
He glared at me before shrugging himself out of my
touch. I just grinned at him, setting
my arm around the back of his seat.
"Why shall I speak with you about this?"
"Why not?"
"..."
"Tell me, tell me!"
"Fine, just- keep your voice down! He is extremely busy. Kitto.
So, he suggests that I do something to take my mind off of things and
distract me from him not being around."
He looked slightly blushed, a bit embarresed but somehow happy that his
koi thought of him enough to suggest this.
"He has many connections... the guidance counselor is married to a
distant cousin of his, so he sent a message through her. Of course, I understood it even though the
counselor did not, weak onna."
"Good, glad fer ya!" I patted him on the back
of the head and he whapped my thigh hard.
I grinned even more. Even though
Wufei glares at me alot, calls me names, generaly rough, I know he likes me and
is a nifty guy. He seems pretty
one-sided at first glance, but then again, all five of us seem basic on the
surface. All five us though are far
from artificial and shallow - Heero's a shining example of that. That boy has more levels and depth than
space itself. I love my Hee-chan! <3
"Duo."
I blinked when yellow-ish fingers snapped in front of my
eyes. I focused on Wufei.
"Stop spacing out."
"Sorry, boring day at school, kinda in the
internal-train-of-thought mode."
Wufei grinned.
"Thought? Maxwell can
think?"
"Ha ha, you-"
"Alright everyone, can I have your attention
please?" a gentle, patient voice from teh stage called. We looked up to see it was Talbert, getting
the gathered group under control somewhat.
Wufei watched her intently, but I glanced about. I had been so lost in thinking about the
night me and Heero first admitted how we felt and first made love to really
notice anyone else. There was about
ten, thirteen other kids there. There
were only four other guys. Hm, easy
pickin's.
"This is your director, Fushi. Fushi, go ahead."
The kinda-cute boy I saw onstage earlier stepped up,
smiling thankfully to the teach. Me and
Wufei exchanged looks before giving him our attention. Fushi was known in our class. Well, in me and Wufei's lit class. He was known to have a sort of... strange...
imagination. Besides, he also was frequently
mistaken for a girl by visitors. So,
anyway, we both knew something weird was coming, something strange but quite
possibly fun.
"Hi, thank you for coming. I'd like to cast before I talk about this play, just so I can see
how you really are, and also let some things be surprises. So, if you can all write your names on the
paper Konko is passing around, we can get an order and begin. This is really a unique play and I hope all
of you will have fun trying out for it."
A blond known to be a theatre-snob raised her hand. "But what about scripts? What are we going to read from to
audition?"
"Oh, you don't need any. Here's what I want you all to do - make up a person, now. Become that person. A name, history, personality, the
works."
"Then what?"
"You'll see.
Trust me. Now, let's have the
first person once everyone's written their name."
Me and Wufei looked at each other, then over at the
blond. She looked frustrated. We snickered. She thought she knew everything about theater, and here she was,
prepared to do what was the routine for auditions, and totally prepared to do
the wrong thing! Ah yes, life is sweet.
"So.... thought of anything yet, Maxwell?"
Wufei asked as he signed his name. I
took the paper he offered and wrote my name in the first slot, which was
empty. We handed it to the teacher and
she walked over to Fushi. Fushi had sat
down in a metal folding chair onstage, his seat opposite another metal folding
chair.
Wufei tugged at his tie, loosening it widely. His shirt was also untucked, his jacket off
and on the seat underneath him. His
sleeves were elegantly folded up, revealing his delicate wrists and hands. I tell you, Wufei may look all nice and
innocent and delicate in this school uniform, but hand him a sword and
everything's dispelled. The guy is as
decieving in appearance as the rest of us.
I yawned, patting my mouth before grinning.
"Your not going to come up with anything?? Baka!
What are you gonna do then?"
"Make it up, up there." I nodded to the
stage. Another difference between us- I
like to act in the moment, he likes to be kinda prepared.
"Sheesh. I shall be laughing when you make a fool of
yourself."
"Same here,Wuffi-chan."
"Don't call me that!"
"Shinigami Maxwell?"
I grinned. I
almost always take the name Shinigami over Duo. Wufei rolled his eyes and scooted around a bit so I could walk
past him. I strolled up to the stage
like I owned the place. I whistled
gently as I walked, exuding confidence.
I love being the center of attention.
I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I walked over to the empty, metal
folding chair, turned it so the front faced me, straddled it and leaned my arms
on the top of it.
Fushi blinked when he met my grinning face. Wufei snorted and that reassured me that I
had everyone's attention on me.
Hehehehe, I'm so damn good.
Fushi blinked a bit before looking back at the paper. "Shinigami?"
"Nickname.
Duo. Maxwell. Lit class?"
"Oh yeah.
Who could miss you with that braid?" he smiled nicely and I already felt wamr and fuzzy towards the
guy. Despite rumors, he actually was a
pretty nice boy. A bit different, but
then again, aren't us weirdos the real ones?
"I choose to take that as a compliment." I
joked, flipping my long braid over my shoulder.
"Shall we begin then?"
"Shoot." I grinned, sitting up straight.
His face changed into the mask of a director who already
decided not to hire you, into a hard, cold mask. This didn't faze me in the least. I knew exactly what he was doing, and thought it ingenious. We were supposed to play characters for this
audition, and he was playing one too, trying to physc you into messing up and
breaking the pretend. Well, let me tell
you, from dealing with Heero before he was my koi, being looked at coldly and
hard doesn't stop me in the slightest.
I immediately changed my smile to one of smirking
overconfidence, smugly running a hand through my hair (the part that wasn't
braided, duh).
"Name?"
"Hohoemi Bakana.
Call me Baki." I heard
smothered giggles at my name choice.
Fushi was good though, and his look didn't change but
that to tired indifference.
"So, tell me about yourself. Where'd you grow up?"
"In a meat cellar."
"A meat cellar?"
"Yeah. Also,
that's how I got my start in acting."
"How so?"
"Well, we kids had to act like it wasn't cold in
there, or mom'd whap us somethin' awful."
"Huh."
"Sure is true.
I also was once caught running around with some beef in my pants. You ever done that?"
"uh... no."
"Well, real nice.
I had suuuuch a bad case of hemeroids that year, quite odd for a
three-year-old, but still, they was there.
So, I takes me some beef, sticks 'em in my breifs. And I assure you, next time I sat down, all
that dead cow made a damn nice padding."
"I see. So,
any experince?"
I blinked, my amethyst eyes going wide. "You hittin' on me mister?"
"What?"
"You asked me about experince. You think I'm into the mens?" I gasped dramaticaly, standing back. "You ain't George of the Mountains, are
ya? I swear, I thought you was asleep,
I thought you was asleep!!!"
The people in the audience were laughing, trying not to
giggle too loudly.
"No, No, I'm not George."
"Really?
Whew, glad you aren't. Though I
was going to be killed for a minute there.
But that sure is a story. Want
to hear it?"
"No. Are you
ready to do your monologue?"
"Oh, yeah, sure.
Got a nice one prepared."
"Alright."
We stared at each other for about three minutes.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"You can do it now."
"Oh, okay."
I backed up, stricking a John Travolta pose. "AAAHHHEEEMMM!!!!" I cleared my throat before singing
purposely in a bad voice. "Gimme
that night feva, night feeeevvvaaaa!! We know how to do it!! Oh yeah!
Gimme that night feva, night fevaaaa!!!" As I sang, I broke out my
best imitation of John Travolta before going into my own version of break
dancing.
"STOP, STOP!"
I flopped to the floor, panting, trying to get my breath
back. Dancing and singing at the same
time was hard. I crawled over to him,
putting my head in his lap.
"What?"
"What was that!"
"Monologue."
"What are you doing!?!? What do you think this is?
This is an audition for Evita!!
What the heck's wrong with you!?"
I looked up innocently at him. "Isn't this therapy?
I came for my phsychatrist appointment."
Fushi finally lost it and burst out laughing. I grinned happily, standing up.
"Th-th-that was great!!!"
"Ah, but of course!" I bowed to the other auditioners, waving to Wufei who snorted and
fought giggles.
"Thank you very next. Please stay for the first rhearsel afterwards."
"I got a part?"
"Yes!"
"YAAHOOO!! WATASHI WA SHINIGAMI, DON'T MESS WITH
ME!!!" I skipped off the stage and jumped into the chair next to
Wufei.
Wufei whapped my hands away and I gave up trying to get a
hug from him. Oh well, I got a
part. Well, naturally!!
"No congrats?" I
prodded him in the ribs.
He glared at me.
"Baka."
"Aw thanks, you too Wuffi-chan."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!!"
So, anyway, nothing interesting happened until Wufei
auditioned. It was just too funny. I have no Idea what possesed him to do this,
no inkling on how WUFEI could actually do such a good impression either.
"Chang Wufei?"
"Right here."
He stood up, giving me a nervous glance. I gave him a thumbs up.
He walked over to the stage, hands in pockets. He calmy sat in the folded chair (by now back to facing Fushi)
across from Fushi, hands on his knees.
"Alright, start." Fushi got his hard-I-Hate-ACTORS-director persona in full swing.
Wufei imediately crossed his legs in a feminine way,
folded his hands delicately in his lap and sat up beanpole straight. He looked haughtily over at Fushi, a calm
and full-of-self look on his face.
"Name?"
"Aneler Doorland."
"Tell me a bit about you."
"I'm a princess and my daddy owns a big
country. But he ran off with our
Senschal, so now I'm in political control.
I always wanted to be an actress, it's natural, for I am a
princess. And to be a princess is to be
an actress."
"It seems you know your plays. Anastasia."
Wufei, er, Aneler, nodded. "Of course." he
smiled a little, girly smile of self-centeredness.
"Experince?"
"I'm a princess."
"No, acting.
Experince in acting?"
"I told you, I am a princess. To be a princess is to be an actress."
"I'll take that as a no."
Wufei huffed, not liking how this was going. "You know, I was told that there is a
certain boy going to be working for you.
Heero Yuy?"
"Um. You heard wrong."
Wufei sniffled before bursting into real tears. He daintily wipped at his eyes, clasping his
hands to his chest. "Oh...
HEERO..."
"Um.. who's Heero?"
"Oh, this boy.
He's in love with me, but he can't admit it. We're meant to be, you know."
"Are you sure he feels the same?'
Wufei blinked before glaring at him. "How dare you question our love!"
Okay, well, you get the idea. Wufei's impression of Relena was PERFECT!! I have never had so much respect for this
guy, nor laughed so hard in my life!!!
By the end of his spiel, Wufei had successfully gotten EVERYONE in the
theater, including Talbert, to break out laughing. He even sashayed offstage and back to his seat. Wufei got the same reassurance I did of a
part and we shared grins when he returned.
"How did you- I thought you- that was-!?"
Wufei smirked.
"If I was going to make a fool of myself, I felt I should at least
do it venting some frustration about that damn onna at the same time."
"That was kitto awesome."
"Arigatou.
Of course it was."
We chuckled to ourselves. The following others couldn't touch our insane impressions and
characters.
I said I'd make this short, right? Sorry, I should have made Wufei write this,
I go off on tangents. Anyway, back to
what was happening.
Basicaly, the ones he asked to stay were the cast. There were six of us. Me and Wufei, another guy and three
girls. Fushi grabbed me and Wufei as we
were about to go. We didn't get scripts
yet, but he said he was still making the copies and everything would be to them
in three days.
"I need to ask you two to be here tomorrow, after
school, for a half hour rhearsel."
"You said you didn't have the scripts."
"I have five copies, but there is a scene I want to
see with you too. I can't wait, can you
come? Besides, I'm sure you two would
like to go through it alone before doing it in front of the cast, then
audience."
Wufei looked a bit skeptical at this, but I cut him off
before he could question. Fushi was
such a nice guy, no reason to let Wufei go all nasty on him.
"Sure, no problem.
Let's go Wuffi-chan." I grabbed up my bookbag and head for the
exit. Wufei snatched his and stalked
after me.
"Don't call me that!!!"
Okay, turns out that the play was about a cross dresser
and his, er, her, whatever, failed relationships, and finding the one that is
true. It's mostly humorous. It follows through his, erm, her, life from
high school to later one. There's the
lesbian couple he hangs out with at a cafe, then the guy who left him for a
girl, then came back, and causes problems.
Then He/Her falls for this other guy, but then the other guy is jealous,
and it's a big mess. It's really pretty
funny.
From the general outline of this, we figured I was the
guy giving the drag queen romance problems later on in his/her life, and Wufei
was one of the background people who plays all the parts along the way (like a
teacher, student, freind, parent, waiter, etc etc).
"Turn to page fifty-three please."
"Kay."
Me and Wufei flipped through our little packets. The three of us were sitting onstage. Fushi was in the metal folding chair, us two
cross-legged on the stage itself in front of him.
"Alright.
Now, Duo, your part is Ginger.
Wufei, your Joe."
I blinked. I was the drag queen!??! "... urm?"
Wufei blinked. He
was the gay guy whom Ginger finds true love with!? "!!!?"
"Right, well, this is the scene I want to go
over. In it, Ginger and Joe kiss, and
it's the end of the play. It's the only
kiss scene in the play, and I figured you two would be fine with it since your
freinds anyway."
I stared at Fushi is disbelief and Wufei glared with
horror.
"I have to kiss HIM!?!" we shreiked at the same
time.
"'Fraid so."
"Pucker up Wuf-man."
"Don't call ME THAT MAXWELL!!" Wufei looked
ready to punch me and I was glaring back at him as well.
"Guys, calm down!"
Wufei grumbled something, crossing his arms across his
chest. I just shurgged and imitated
him. "So, whadda we gotta
do?"
"Just read this page and follow how you feel your
characters would be acting. Ginger is
quite timid but also fed up with waiting for Joe to make a move. Joe obviously likes Ginger, but is nervous
about going too fast or being rejected.
Remember, Ginger knows she's seductive and will use it to her
advantage." Fushi pulled his chair
bair to a way side of the stage.
"Alright, your in Joe's apartment.
Joe just kicked Karaki out and freed Ginger of him. Go."
We stood and glared at each other before focusing on our
scripts. I tried a girly pose, trying
to get into it. I found it was kinda
fun to be all girly. I pretended I have
the body of Relena, but not nearly as pretenscious. I twirled some long bangs on a finger before smiling gently to
Wufei. Wufei also tried to be in
character, getting a feel for it. He
ran a hands over his hair nervously before fiddiling with his shirt's edge.
"You okay Ginger?
That guy was such a creep, why did you ever bother with him?"
I stepped a bit closer to Wufei. "Sugar, when your really young, your
judgement's not too good."
"Really young?"
"We're still young.
Say Joe... that was really
heroic-like."
"It was nothing.
As I said, he was just a creep."
"Mm... Yeah.
But still, takes guts to stand up to a bully. Hey Joe."
"Yeah?"
I strolled closer and Wufei seemed obviously apprehensive. I came close enough that our noses were
about 40 cm apart.
"Say Joe... why ain't you never kiss me? Afraid you'll get bit?"
"N-no.
Ginger..."
I pouted cutely, trying not to laugh. "Then what? Think I'm dirty? Afraid
you'll catch somethin'? Or am I just
not interesting enough? Not attractive
enough?"
"It's not that."
"Oh I see...
I love you Joe, but it just ain't your deal, huh?" I turned, starting
to walk away. Wufei caught my arm and I
didn't fight in the least when he turned me back around to face him.
"I love you Ginger.
I didn't want to do anything with you without you feeling the
same."
"But Joe, your the one I love. You didn't see that?"
"No."
"Then I'll make it clearer."
Silence. This was
the kiss.
Swallowing, I tried to make myself kiss Wufei, but I
couldn't.
"Try toungue and I'll bite it off." Wufei
whispered.
We stared at each, both of us trying to avoid the
inevitable.
"Go on now."
"Euhm..."
"We haven't all day!"
Slowly, we leaned in, equal faces of disgust and dread on
our faces as our lips met.
We held it for a couple seconds before breaking away from
each other. I franticaly wiped at my
mouth while Wufei glared, blushing, at the floor.
"Alright, nice.
You two might want to practice that so your more comfortable with it by
next rhearsel. I know it's weird,
kissing a guy, but it's a nice way to end the story. You read well, nice movement Duo. If you have a sister, or someone who can help, you might want to
get pointers from them on how to act like a girl, but you did do very good
today. Ginger is funny, but is always
very convincing with her drag act.
Wufei, see if you can kiss Duo without blushing." Fushi grinned. "Thank you! Have a
nice night! See you in two
days!" He bounced off the stage
and towards the doors.
Neither of us spoke as we grabbed our bookbags and walked
home. there just were no words.
"AH-OW! TOOTIGHTTOOTIGHT!"
"Gomen..."
"Sheesh, you do this to Treize!?"
"I said gomen!"
"Lighten up, your killing me here!"
"TRYING!"
I sighed deeply.
It was the next night, at home.
Heero was helping Quatre with math and Trowa was working on a sketch
that looked suspisciously like his blond boyfreind for art class. Me and Wufei were in his room, sitting on
his bed. We were both sitting
cross-legged, scripts open next to us, our knees touching. We hadn't told the other guys what the play
was about, nor our parts in it. We knew
the others wouldn't tease, but I'd have to deal with Heero making smart-ass
comments in bed. And Wufei would be
embarresed regardless. So we were gonna
let everyone find out the day of the performance.
So, anyway, we were sitting here with the intent of
getting more comfortable being a convincing couple. How? Well, we had just
been trying to hold hands as we went through some lines, but Wufei tensed all
up and was sqeeuzing waaaay too hard.
Can't blame him though, we didn't know how to deal with each other except
with rough house-playing. Violence is
our universal language.
Wufei sighed and pulled his hands away, rubbing his
forehead. "This is not going to be
easy."
I snorted.
"Got that right, Mister Deathgrip." He overlooked my teasing and glanced at the script.
"Maybe I should quit."
"No way, then I'd be stuck kissing either Fushi or
that pompous ass Pascal!" I shuddered.
"That guy gives me the creeps.
Besides, Treize'll like the play.
He'd enjoy seeing you doing this."
I smiled to him.
Wufei glanced at me and shrugged, but was blushing
lightly. "I suppose that's
true..."
"Right, so let's get this over with then."
He nodded and took my hands in his again. We had worked to the point were we could
'comfortably' hold each other's hands.
We counted to three under our breath before leaning forward quickly and
kissing. As soon as our lips touched we
pulled back.
"That's not going to work..." Wufei muttered.
"Yeah... damn, I suppose we have to hold it
then?"
We shared a pained expression. "Yes..."
"Let's start small," I said, pulling our hands
up from inbetween up to eye level. I
slowly laced my fingers around and inbetween his. He caught onto the idea and cooperated. "Okay, there, not so bad, eh?" I grinned.
"Hey, this is easy!"
"You baka, we still have to kiss."
"K'so, well, relax first."
"Eh?"
I raised a brow at him.
"This whole thing is hard because your so stubborn. Hard, oh, hehehehehe!" I laughed at my
accidental pun. Damn I'm good!
Wufei blushed but rolled his eyes. "Hentai."
"Yeah, yeah.
But seriously, your so uptight, just loosen up. Alright, here, imagine I'm Treize."
Wufei looked at me funny before laughing. "You... Treize... AHAHAHAHAH!!!"
I growled.
"Ha ha asshole, shut up, let's get this done."
"Alright, alright." Wufei managed to get
himself under control. I nodded.
"Kay, now, relax.
Let me try something here."
He watched me warily.
"I said relax."
He grumbled before slowly relaxing.
"Now close your eyes."
"Maxwell-"
"Do it Wufei."
He looked at me skepticaly before closing his eyes. He relaxed some more once he did this. I took in a deep breath - now or never. I closed my own eyes and leaned forward,
touching Wufei's thin lips with mine.
This time he didn't pull back right away. I imagined it was Heero and lightly worked my lips against
Wufei's. He responded, evidently taking
my adivce to pretend I'm Treize. We
were both lost in our imaginations, and habit took us over. Wufei parted his lips and I tested the
opening with my toungue. Mine met his
and we deepened the kiss slightly, our tongues getting in on the action. We continued this way for what seemed an
hour but was probably only ten minutes.
It was when his tounge was in my mouth that we came back
to ourselves and pulled back.
We scooted back from each other, yanking our hands out of
the other's. We stared at each other in
silence for a long while, Wufei blushing lightly.
I fell off the bed when Quatre popped his head in to tell
us dinner was ready.
Wufei helped me up.
And I can't deny, our hands lingered on the other's wrists a moment
longer than normal, our faces close again.
But we broke away from each other at the same time, him heading to his
closet, me for the door. I lingered
before leaving and heading to the kitchen.
What happened was really weird. REALLY weird. I grinned
ironicaly to myself. And here I always
thought Wufei was a horrible kisser...
But jeez, we planned to just get comfortable holding our lips together
for a couple of seconds till the curtain closed, and we practicaly made out
right there, on his bed!
That night I felt so guilty. I didn't feel worthy of Heero, my sexy and loving koi. I claimed I felt sick and didn't have the
energy to make love. He didn't
question, just snuggled with me, kissing my forehead to make me feel
better. It made me feel worse... that
was the first time I ever lied to Heero...
"You sure no one's home?"
"Yeah, Quatre and Trowa went to the movies and Heero
is at a teacher's house, helping him set up for something."
"A-alright." Wufei said and then we just looked
at each other. It was the next
night. We were both a bit wary of each
other now. But we both knew this was
nessacery.
"So..."
"Hn."
I slowly sat on the bed, cross-legged as before. Wufei came over a moment later, sitting on
his knees on his bed. We sat across
from each other, close, but just short of touching.
So there we were.
Staring at each other. I knew
what he was thinking, it was what I was thinking about to. How his tongue felt, his sweet lips, the way
his mouth tasted, so different from Heero's.
He was blushing and I probably was too, even though I'm not one to
blush.
It was so weird, thinking of my friend like this, but
there was no way to help that now. What
was done was done, and for now at least, these thoughts lurked when I looked at
him. That curiousity. Curiosity is a damn pain. Once it's spark is lit, there's no way to
slow it, stop it, put it out. It's
determined to reach the dynamite of consequence, whether you want it to or not.
Our sparks were lit and burning away.
"Let's... let's just do this while we have time
alone here."
Wufei nodded some, looking down. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Here we'd thought we'd be nice guys and
participate in a school play, but now...
Now we felt like guilty kids, foolin' around in ways we aren't supposed
to and fearing being caught.
But this had to be done.
It didn't even need to be said that neither of us wanted to end up doing
what happened yesterday onstage, nor end up wrecking the play by having a
totally unconvincing kiss at the end.
It was frustrating, but we were stuck.
Our stubborn pride refused us to leave the play, but our curiosity
tortured us with guilt as we tried to find the middle ground without going over
the line again.
Damnitt.
"Um, well, I guess... just the kiss this time?"
"Huh?"
Wufei looked sheepish, but his reasons weren't
suspiscous. "We have the hands
thing down, I can do that onstage, I just don't want to spend anymore time than
nessacery holding hands with you. No
offense, Maxwell."
"None taken.
I see your point. Alright
then. Last time though... Too much tongue, way too much."
"I agree."
"Okay, then, this time, not as long. It only needs to hold until the curtain
closes, and assuming that lazy S.O.B. does it on time, that won't take
long. We can just do it like we freeze,
don't even need to open our mouths, just freeze in place like a picture. Then we wouldn't have to kiss kiss...".
Wufei nodded thoughtfully. "Honorable proposition.
Hopefully Fushi will approve."
"Yeah."
"Hn."
"So then.
Let's do this before anyone gets home."
"Okay..."
Very hesitantly this time, we slowly touched lips. Immediately we pulled away. Wufei looked away and I made a fist in
annoyance. Why was this so damn hard??
"That sucked."
"Hn."
"Again, come on, gotta get this right before we have
an audience watching us."
"Good point."
We slowly did the same thing, only this time I caught the back of his
head and kept him from pulling away. We
both closed our eyes, scrunching them up, trying to just hold our lips together
in a fake kiss for a couple moments. I
let go of him and we both pulled back.
"That wasn't too bad..."
"That is easy!"
"Yeah, that'll work onstage, right?"
"Kitto. Again,
come on." So we leaned in and did it again, this time I didn't have to
force Wufei to stay there. We pulled
back at the right time, grinning triumphantly.
Miuddle ground! Innocent, virgin
kiss, our lips not even parted at all, perfectly innocent! Just like kissing Father Maxwell goodnight,
nothing more than innocent, familial affection! Perfect! And I didn't
feel a thing! Already my mind was
loosing the memory of Wufei's taste and feel, disapeering and back to my normal
perpective of the grumpy boy.
Wufei was grinning happily, which told me this was the
same for him. Just to prove it was easy
as hell and we kick ass, we did that about five more times. By then we were cheering and whooping,
telling Fushi whose boss, complimenting ourselves on our ability to overcome
weaknesses of the flesh and stupid teenage hormones! Oh yeah, we RULE!!
But something had to rear it's ugly head and fuck up our
victory.
Wufei and me were jumping on his bed, being estatically
happy that this wasn't going to mess up our friendship or the relationships we
had. Wufei landed on his butt on the
bed and me, still cocky about being able to kiss my friend without it being
nothing more than like a hug, landed straddiling his hips, falling forward a
bit, catching myself by leaning on my palms on the bed just above Wufei's
shoulder. We continued laughing as his
bed slowly stopped vibrating from out energetic bouncing.
"Oh, Joe, your soooo irresistable!" I crooned
in my Ginger-voice.
"Ginger, you foxy lady!" Wufei added, doing his
Joe-voice. Cackling like a nut, I
leaned down and put my lips to his, intending this to be the same triumphant,
passionless, friendly kiss me and Wufei were perfecting.
Neither of us really counted on the fact that his lips
were still parted from grinning. I
accidently got a a little of his lower lip between my own and was just going to
push it back lightly with my tongue.
Really, nothing big, nothing special.
But he had had the same idea.
It was all over when our tongues touched.
As always, we've taken to closing our eyes when we did
the kiss thing, it was easier to stomach that way. But then again, closing your eyes made it unfortunately much much easier to forget who your kissing.
Before we could realize it, our mouths were disobeying
us. Our tongues searched each other's
mouths, and had little battles inbetween.
Teenage sex drives.
They're bitches, ain't they?
As our mouths went off on their own, the worst thing in
the world happened.
Yes, that's right, you cna guess it can't you?
Who, of all people, should open the door and
"catch" us?
Uh-huh.
You were right.
The soldier afraid of emotions, unable to express himself
properly, the most amazing, wonderful person in the world, also very vulnerable
in so many ways, and who trusted me with himself, his heart, his soul, opened
the door.
"You two in here?
We finished early, so you want to rent som-."
I froze in disbelief.
Wufei, coming back to himself much quicker than I did, shoved me off of
him and onto the floor. I landed hard
on my ass next to the bed, catching my breath.
I looked up to see the love of
my life standing next to the open door, a hand on the doorknob. His blue eyes were impossibly wide with
shock, his mouth parted with the words he was saying dead on his lips. His gaze was on me alone as he silently
stepped back and slammed the door.
I looked shakily to the floor, tears in my eyes.
Wufei smacked me harshly on the shoulder. "Go talk to him, baka, before this gets
any worse!"
I rubbed my eyes, knowing he was right. Seconds are a very misunderstood unit of
time. They can make all the difference
in the world. Suddenly a painful fear
struck my heart. He was suicidal
before, and I thought I got him over that, but this... what if it pushed him
back over the edge!?
I jumped to my feet and left quickly, running to our
room. Wufei didn't follow. We both knew he wasn't good with words, and
he would probably be in danger of getting killed should he come near the
soldier who found us.
I ran into our room, locking the door behind me. I heard running water in the bathroom that's
connected to our room. I cautiously
stepped in.
"Ai?"
He was at the sink, washing his face with water that was
boiling hot. I could see mark rising on his skin from where he was rubbing the
steaming water. I knew pain helped he
deal with things, but I felt so damn guilty that I am the cause of all his
problems.
"Heero?"
He turned the water off and backed away from me, painful
hurt glaring in his eyes. Then I saw
why he was washing his face. He was
hiding that he was crying.
"What the hell was that?! How long has that been going on??" he demanded, his usually
strong voice cracking.
I winced. I hate
being the source of anger. "You
don't understand Heero, it's not what you think!"
"Then what is that!? What am I supposed to think when you and Chang are making out on
his BED!?"
"We were practicing, it got out of hand..."
"Practicing??"
"Well, it's a long story." I rushed on before
he could refuse it, babbiling worse than usual because I was nervous. "You see, me and Wufei tried out for
the school play. Well, we didn't go to
try out together, just kinda happened that Treize wanted him to do something
and I wanted to do something, so we both wanted to do something and you know I
hate sports, or at least playing on those stupidass teams the school has and
Wufei does too, you know he hates anything that's not sword-oreinted, and so we
picked the play, cause I like to be loud and Treize suggested the play to Wufei
so he showed up and we tried out and I got this part of a transvestite who
falls in love with this guy named Joe and Wufei got the part of Joe so it was
weird and stuff, then the kid that wrote it told us that the last scene is were
we finally get together and it's a funny play, pretty good, but a little too
much drag for my tastes, especially since I have to wear and so we looked at
the scene and we found out we have to kiss, which made us both want to puke,
but we couldn't really quit now, not when we had lead roles, so we just wanted
to be able to do the kiss thing in front of people without being all fumbly,
and be kinda like comfortable with it, ya know? and we tried last night and it
just wasn't working at all, so we tried it imagining I was Treize and he was
you and things got a bit out of hand, like you saw, so we quit as soon as we
realized what happened, and then so we wanted to try and get this under control
today, while no one was home, and we do, we could kiss without our lips closed,
just like how you'd kiss your mom, or well, I guess you wouldn't really know,
but like how Quatre kisses his sisters, like that, so we thought we were hot
shit that we could do that and not fuck everything up but then something
happened when we joked around and tried it again, and ended up our mouths open,
and something got the better of us and then it got out of control again, like
you saw, but I swear Heero, I was turned on by it in the least, it's so damn
weird, Wufei is like my brother, it's disturbing really, it's not Wufei's
fault, we both kinda lost it for a sec, you know he's lonely and stuff because
Treize hasn't been around, and You had been busy all last week with that
project for history, so we didn't have time to you know, so I guess we were
both just horny and poof it fucked things up, i'm so so so sorry, I don't feel
anything for Wufei, he doesn't feel anything for me either, we're just freinds,
but we're also too damn stupid to keep our hormones in check, I swear, I'm not
attracted to him at all, just you, I never wanted him that way, not even when
we lost control, but it never went past kissing, the most we touched was
holding hands, but that's because that damn Fushi has it written so much to
hold hands, damn hentai-"
"Duo."
I blinked, my monologue cut short. "Y-yeah?"
"If you were so horny, why did you refuse me last
night?"
"I... I felt so guilty for kissing Wuf-man like
that, I didn't and don't, deserve you.
I'm sorry I lied, I'm a baka."
"...".
"Heero, can you forgive me?"
He slowly nodded.
I ran over to him, happy. I
hugged him tight, nestling my head on his shoulder. "I just wish you would have told me earlier."
"I didn't want to be teased."
"Hn."
And that was that.
We were okay. Heero didn't kill
me or Wufei, everything was understood, everyone forgiven for their
mistakes. Shinigami, I love my
koibito. After that, we had no problems
conquering human nature and kept the kisses innocent and light.
The applause got louder.
The lights were cut off and I pulled back, grinning as I wipped my
lipstick off of Wufei's lips. He
blushed and batted my hand away. I
laughed loudly and he smacked my shoulder.
The other cast memebers ran onstage and we all joined hands for the
curtain call. When the curtains parted
again, we walked as a unit to the front of the stage.
The others stepped back so only me and Wufei were
downstage. Wufei gestured to me and I
did a little curtsey before sending the applause back to him and he elegantly
bowed. The line stepped back up next to
us and we clapped for the audience, then clapped as our student director came
onstage. We backed upstage and he took
center stage, gesturing that he was going to talk. We stood quiet as he started talking about the cast, crew, the
play and such.
I glanced at Wufei and saw him squinting, looking towards
the back of the theater. I followed his
looks and noticed something glitter in the darkness before I could make out the
shape of a person back there. Wufei
suddenly smiled, genuinely, a sweet smile of supreme happiness. The sight made me grin some too. Hell, I'm a believer in the contagiousness
of happiness. Looking for my own ray of
sunshine, I spotted him in the middle, near the front in the audience. He was looking right at me and smiled
slightly when he saw I was looking at him.
I grinned wider and he smiled more.
I noticed Quatre and Trowa sitting next to him, both unable to keep
their grimy mits off each other. I
swallowed a giggle as Quatre patted Trowa's thigh and his koi slid his hand
down Quatre's, finding his patting hand and lacing his fingers with the pale
ones. They smiled to each other before
looking back to the director Fushi.
So that's my story.
The guys really liked the play, and I guess a certain man did too, for
Wufei left that night (it's a friday) and dropped a note saying he won't be
back till late Sunday. I must say
though, none of us are worried or upset about it though, because that way we
can be as loud as we want. Which
reminds me. I have a tempting, naked
boy in my bed, wanting to congratulate me on my portrayl of Ginger. Oooh, and now he kissing my neck. Gotta run!
Yours Truly,
Shinigami