The Procrastinatrix Strikes Again
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lukon_ideinSo once again I let my spineless weak side win and I wrote another story instead of working on my term paper. Surprised? Me neither. Oh well. There's always tomorrow...
Title: The Power of Water
Author: Lukoni
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters/Pairing: Quatre, Duo, Trowa
Word Count: 808
Summary: Quatre muses on the many uses of water.
Rating: G
Warnings: Nothing much. Slight abuse of perfectly good H2O?
Notes: Written for GW500 challenge #116: Water.
As usual, no beta, so mistakes are completely my fault. I apologize in advance. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
The Power of Water
“I love water,” Quatre Winner announced expansively. Duo, roused from his lazy contemplation of the early morning swimmers in the pool beneath their patio perch, peered across the table at his companion wondering if the blond executive had gone mad in the sun. Quatre was languidly wiping the condensation off the outside of a clear glass pitcher of ice water. The slight smile on his face could only be described as private. Duo waited expectantly for more before committing himself to a viewpoint on the subject.
“It nourishes the body. Cleanses the skin. Cools you when you are hot. Provides relief when you are ill. It is part of almost everything we interact with every day.”
Duo still wasn’t sure what to say. From his friend’s tone, it didn’t really seem that he was expected to contribute. Quatre was gazing almost abstractedly just past Duo’s left shoulder. He glanced back to follow it, but he only saw two shapely women lying on deck chairs by the pool, an elderly couple doing laps and Trowa standing in an archway talking quietly to a girl in perky white tennis shoes carrying an armful of towels.
“On the colonies, water is more precious than gold. Even when you’re rich. Water processing plants can only produce so many liters a day, and fuel is not inexhaustible. And with 29 sisters… Our showers were limited to five minutes apiece – two minutes when things were tight.”
Duo wondered if Quatre even remembered he was there. He seemed to have gotten lost in some wave of nostalgia. But then that was what this whole weekend was all about. The fifth anniversary of the end of the Eve Wars. Relena had summoned them all from their various corners of the universe to attend the World Peace Ceremony as guests of honor. She’d even threatened to have Duo arrested when he expressed his reluctance to attend. Well, she’d had Une do the actual threatening part but Heero filled them in on where the order came from. Quatre had privately suggested that it had actually been Heero’s idea in the first place. Duo had therefore planned to spend this quiet breakfast time plotting his revenge. But instead his companion and tactical advisor had apparently gone round the bend.
“My father always impressed on us the absolute necessity for conservation. And of course he was from a desert people so perhaps it’s in the blood. Water is a gift from Allah. Not to be wasted or taken for granted.” Quatre paused, an odd smile dancing on his lips.
“Which is why I hope he’d forgive me for using it so extravagantly, but there are just some opportunities that are too good to pass up.” With that he grabbed the pitcher, swung it out over the iron railing beside the table and upended its contents toward the sidewalk below. Duo was dumbstruck and, for a moment, utterly confused until an indignant squawk reached his ears. Leaning forward in his seat he looked down to see Trowa, who had apparently finished his conversation and was heading toward the stairs to the dining level.
“Quatre? What the hell?”
He stood looking up at them in bewilderment, parts of his chestnut hair plastered to his face, and, more importantly, his crisp, white, button-down shirt was plastered to his chest. Surprised nipples stood out in relief and temptingly dark beneath the compromised cloth. Broad shoulders and abs of steel curved like marble carved by a master.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Trowa. I didn’t see you down there. There was a bee in our water.”
A dripping hand slicked back the sodden locks, revealing sharp green eyes glaring up at the polite blond. They may not have seen each other in several years, but clearly he hadn’t forgotten how Quatre worked the Innocent Routine.
“…”
Duo struggled to keep a straight face. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, Tro. It was a totally nasty one. Huge. More like a wasp. A killer wasp, probably.”
“…”
“I really am sorry. Why don’t you join us and I’ll buy you breakfast to apologize.” Quatre smiled sweetly, the epitome of sincerity.
“We’re not paying for any of this anyway,” the skeptical acrobat growled.
“Good point. Still… Let me make it up to you somehow.”
Trowa sighed and shook his head slightly. “I’ll think of something while I’m changing.” With that, he turned gracefully on his heel and headed back the way he came.
Duo and Quatre followed his retreating form in silence for a moment.
“Oh yeah, that was worth it,” Duo finally managed.
“Pity I couldn’t have gotten his ass too.”
Duo lost it first, his unrestrained cackle echoing across the patio and startling the dozing sunbathers, but it was soon joined by the satisfied chuckle of the quiet, young businessman with the glint of mischievous hunger dancing in his eyes.
Title: The Power of Water
Author: Lukoni
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters/Pairing: Quatre, Duo, Trowa
Word Count: 808
Summary: Quatre muses on the many uses of water.
Rating: G
Warnings: Nothing much. Slight abuse of perfectly good H2O?
Notes: Written for GW500 challenge #116: Water.
As usual, no beta, so mistakes are completely my fault. I apologize in advance. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
The Power of Water
“I love water,” Quatre Winner announced expansively. Duo, roused from his lazy contemplation of the early morning swimmers in the pool beneath their patio perch, peered across the table at his companion wondering if the blond executive had gone mad in the sun. Quatre was languidly wiping the condensation off the outside of a clear glass pitcher of ice water. The slight smile on his face could only be described as private. Duo waited expectantly for more before committing himself to a viewpoint on the subject.
“It nourishes the body. Cleanses the skin. Cools you when you are hot. Provides relief when you are ill. It is part of almost everything we interact with every day.”
Duo still wasn’t sure what to say. From his friend’s tone, it didn’t really seem that he was expected to contribute. Quatre was gazing almost abstractedly just past Duo’s left shoulder. He glanced back to follow it, but he only saw two shapely women lying on deck chairs by the pool, an elderly couple doing laps and Trowa standing in an archway talking quietly to a girl in perky white tennis shoes carrying an armful of towels.
“On the colonies, water is more precious than gold. Even when you’re rich. Water processing plants can only produce so many liters a day, and fuel is not inexhaustible. And with 29 sisters… Our showers were limited to five minutes apiece – two minutes when things were tight.”
Duo wondered if Quatre even remembered he was there. He seemed to have gotten lost in some wave of nostalgia. But then that was what this whole weekend was all about. The fifth anniversary of the end of the Eve Wars. Relena had summoned them all from their various corners of the universe to attend the World Peace Ceremony as guests of honor. She’d even threatened to have Duo arrested when he expressed his reluctance to attend. Well, she’d had Une do the actual threatening part but Heero filled them in on where the order came from. Quatre had privately suggested that it had actually been Heero’s idea in the first place. Duo had therefore planned to spend this quiet breakfast time plotting his revenge. But instead his companion and tactical advisor had apparently gone round the bend.
“My father always impressed on us the absolute necessity for conservation. And of course he was from a desert people so perhaps it’s in the blood. Water is a gift from Allah. Not to be wasted or taken for granted.” Quatre paused, an odd smile dancing on his lips.
“Which is why I hope he’d forgive me for using it so extravagantly, but there are just some opportunities that are too good to pass up.” With that he grabbed the pitcher, swung it out over the iron railing beside the table and upended its contents toward the sidewalk below. Duo was dumbstruck and, for a moment, utterly confused until an indignant squawk reached his ears. Leaning forward in his seat he looked down to see Trowa, who had apparently finished his conversation and was heading toward the stairs to the dining level.
“Quatre? What the hell?”
He stood looking up at them in bewilderment, parts of his chestnut hair plastered to his face, and, more importantly, his crisp, white, button-down shirt was plastered to his chest. Surprised nipples stood out in relief and temptingly dark beneath the compromised cloth. Broad shoulders and abs of steel curved like marble carved by a master.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Trowa. I didn’t see you down there. There was a bee in our water.”
A dripping hand slicked back the sodden locks, revealing sharp green eyes glaring up at the polite blond. They may not have seen each other in several years, but clearly he hadn’t forgotten how Quatre worked the Innocent Routine.
“…”
Duo struggled to keep a straight face. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, Tro. It was a totally nasty one. Huge. More like a wasp. A killer wasp, probably.”
“…”
“I really am sorry. Why don’t you join us and I’ll buy you breakfast to apologize.” Quatre smiled sweetly, the epitome of sincerity.
“We’re not paying for any of this anyway,” the skeptical acrobat growled.
“Good point. Still… Let me make it up to you somehow.”
Trowa sighed and shook his head slightly. “I’ll think of something while I’m changing.” With that, he turned gracefully on his heel and headed back the way he came.
Duo and Quatre followed his retreating form in silence for a moment.
“Oh yeah, that was worth it,” Duo finally managed.
“Pity I couldn’t have gotten his ass too.”
Duo lost it first, his unrestrained cackle echoing across the patio and startling the dozing sunbathers, but it was soon joined by the satisfied chuckle of the quiet, young businessman with the glint of mischievous hunger dancing in his eyes.
