Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters and I am not getting any profit off of this fic!
This is something I thought up this summer when I was on vacation at the beach! Now, the beaches where I live are cold and wet and windy, not like California beaches. So what did we do but go to beach junk/antique shops? Um... indoor stuff... I suck at Risk by the way, so if anyone thinks I'm going to try to take over the world, you are badly mistaken.
Anyway, I was home sick and I didn't feel like working on my other fic, Something to Talk About, so I decided to work on this one. I dug out my notes which I can barely understand due to bad handwriting and typed this up!
Here's the story!
The Adventure at the Beach
By Wolf Girl
Chapter One
Quatre sighed. They had all decided to go to the beach during spring break. His best friend Trowa's parents owned a beach house, so it was free, and they could always make spaghetti. Quatre poked at a figurine on a shelf. It was good for college students, he supposed.
"Aargh!" came a yell from another room. It was followed by a yelp and a loud thunking noise. Quatre started to leave the room, but Trowa walked it carrying an armful of things.
"Don't bother. Wufei knocked something down." Trowa smiled slightly. "I always hated that mounted bass."
Quatre giggled at the thought of the Chinese boy being 'attacked' by a stuffed fish.
"Trowa, it smells like dog." A boy with touseled hair stated, prowling into the room. "And the blinds are purple."
"My aunt stayed here with her dogs a few weeks ago, and the purple keeps the heat down. Let's look at the downstairs."
"There's a downstairs? I though it was a bathroom!" Quatre peered through the doorway leading to some stairs. "Trowa, there are no lights downstairs! I think all the bulbs are burnt." Quatre flipped the switch a few times.
Heero grunted. "I'll get some. You might want to go help Wufei. He is ranting about justice to the mounted deer head and brandishing his sword."
Quatre ran toward the living room as fast as he could.
Heero shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around the shop. There wasn't much that was interesting. He knew he shouldn't have come here, mission perameters stated he was to purchase nourishments at the store then report back, but he saw an old fishing net in the window and couldn't help it. He picked up an old Christmas ornament and analyzed it. Worthless. He set it back on the shelf. Then, shining brassily from a corner, there looked like something that actually might be interesting.
He grabbed it off the shelf and began a check of the object. Inscription, covered with dirt. He took this
There was a large cloud of smoke that left Heero reaching for his gun... Which he didn't have since Quatre insisted on leaving weapons at home. Quatre had always been slightly annoyed at his obsession with the gun and the firing range.
"Hey there gorgeous. What can I do for you?" A man purred, his purple eyes gleaming. He hadn't been there a second ago.
"..."
"Not much of a talker? That's okay. The last person who rubbed that rubbed me the wrong way. Well, I'm the genie of that there lamp, and I'm at your service." The man wiggled his hips in a little dance, his long braid of hair swaying side to side.
"Hn."
"Yes, it really is true, handsome. Now I will display my powers for you. You thirsty? Want a drink?" The man snapped his fingers and suddenly, in the cloud of smoke that followed, there appeared a daiquiri. He ran a hand down his chest as if adjusting his clothes. "For you, sir."
"No thanks." Heero waved the drink away, eyes narrowing.
"He spoketh!" Duo curled his lips around the daiquiri straw and sucked suggestively, leering at Heero. "Three wishes for the braw wee lad."
"..."
"You have three wishes and no, you can't wish that I would go away."
Heero's cell phone rang. Heero snapped it open. "Moshi moshi." Duo stepped closer to Heero and started to play with his hair. Heero swatted at him, giving him a glare.
Quatre's voice sounded on the other line. "Heero where are you?"
Heero did some quick thinking. His friends wouldn't believe it if he told them he went to an antique shop. And they wouldn't believe him if he said he picked up the guy. And he just couldn't tell him he found a genie. He opted with the more believable story. He saw the guy at the shop and... invited him to dinner.
"In a shop called Sea Junket. I strayed from my mission to look in the shop." Duo decided it was safe to start playing with Heero's hair again and did so, ignoring the slight strangled noise that came from Heero.
"Oh..." Quatre seemed lost for words. "Well, hurry back, and don't have too much fun."
"I met a guy." Heero held his hand over the cell phone. "What's your name?"
Duo started and looked up at Heero. "Duo."
"His name is Duo and he's coming to dinner."
There was dead silence on the other line for a moment, then Quatre said as cheerily as he could manage, "Sounds wonderful. See you soon."
Heero disconnected. "Hn. Let's go."
"Oh, my mother told me to never go anywhere with strangers," Duo intoned childishly, then received the patent death glare. "Lead on, soldier boy."
End Note: Well, that's chapter one, I hope you liked it. I dunno when I'll write the other chapter... Maybe today, maybe not.
Happy early Halloween!!