[Fic, GW 2x5] The Perfect Plan 14/??
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makotosagaraTitle: The Perfect Plan
Author: Makoto Sagara
Archive: fanfiction.net, afallenangel.net/makotosagara/, mediaminer.org, Foreverfandom.net, makochanupdates.livejournal.com; anywhere else, please ask.
Category: AU, Drama
Rating: T+ (back to tame matters)
Pairings: 13x6, 2x5, 3x1, 4+R+4
Warnings: Yaoi, het, AU, cross-dressing, OOC, language, angst
Disclaimers: I don’t own Gundam Wing, but I do own my computer. I don’t make money from writing this, only the pleasure of having this written and enjoyed by my readers. Suing would be pointless; for all that my wallet holds is my driver’s license and library card. ^_^
Author’s Notes: Many, many, many thanks to Enna for her help with the names in this part of the story. It was a GREAT help in getting my butt in gear to actually write this story again. The muses are back in gear for writing and I’m taking disgusting advantage while they are still cooperating. Enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen: Marriage Proposals
Duo stood in the room that had been assigned to him and contemplated the ramifications if he tore the damn dress he’d been trapped in. He couldn’t reach the buttons and he couldn’t breathe properly either. Sadly, he figured he’d probably cause a large commotion that would get them all in trouble and somehow mess up the timeline, thereby ruining history. Yeah, that sounded overly dramatic to him too, but he knew that messing with the past was BAD. So, he settled for staring at his new reflection.
Gone was the copper skin of the Aztec prince and long black hair. No, now, he was some girl, with small boobs, dull brown hair and boring brown eyes. I mean, he *guessed* that his reflection was some sort of cute, but she was really just average. If it hadn’t been for the clothes and jewelry, he could have been anybody. That thought depressed him. He was used to standing out and leaving an impression.
“How in the world am I supposed to take this blasted thing off?” he snarled at his reflection, not hearing the knock at the door.
“Excuse me, Princess Agnes, the duke has sent me to help you,” a maid said as she opened the door. “Shall I fetch your lady-in-waiting for you?”
Duo turned around to see a petite blonde girl standing in the doorway, her head bowed and face expectant. “Um, yes, if you would,” he managed, trying to keep his voice even. The girl curtseyed and shut the door behind her. A few minutes later, she returned with Zechs in her wake, looking as confused as Duo felt. “Wait, you’re my ‘lady-in-waiting’?” he asked incredulously to the white-blond man, who sighed heavily.
“Yes, *Princess* Agnes, I’m your lady-in-waiting, Lady Mathilde.” Zechs’ voice did *not* sound amused. And it didn’t help that Duo’s shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter. “I don’t see anything funny about this, Maxwell,” he hissed. “You do realize that his means that *Yuy* is my sister’s ‘lady-in-waiting’?”
“Oh. My. God,” Duo said between snickers. “I wish I could record the moment they both discover that.”
“I fail to see the humor in this situation…”
“Lighten up, Mathilde, and help me take this marshmallow puff off.” He turned so that the buttons on the back of the dress were facing the taller man. Reluctantly, the Tallgeese pilot unfastened the closures and took a look in the mirror before the two of them. A petit girl with long brown hair and a cute up-turned nose was struggling in an overabundance of white fabric and staring straight back at him was a woman with raven black hair, green eyes, and sun-kissed skin in a beautiful purple dress with an ample bosom that was spilling out of the bodice. “Duo,” he whispered, “have you taken the opportunity to check out your reflection yet?”
“Yeah,” the teen muttered through the dress’ fabric as he managed to get it over his head, “kinda boring, to tell the truth.”
“Look now,” Zechs said. Duo looked up and squawked in indignation.
“Why do you get to be a knockout and I’m plain?” he whined before looking down. “I thought Relena said there would be undergarments? All I see is this shift thing!”
“They didn’t have female undergarments in this era,” his ‘lady’ said, still sounding a little out of breath. They didn’t get a chance to say anything else before they heard a scream from the room next door.
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“GET OUT OF MY ROOM THIS INSTANT, HEERO YUY,” Relena yelled, trying to cover her body with her hands as she glared daggers at the Wing pilot.
Heero, nonplussed, looked around the room before his eyes rested on the mirror in the corner. “I’m supposed to help you undress, if I remember what a lady-in-waiting is correctly.”
“I don’t CARE! OUT! NOW!”
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Quatre heard Relena’s yells and ran down the hallway, forgetting where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. “Re—” he started as he pulled open the door, but the rest of her name died on his lips as he took in the tableau before him. Relena was nearly nude, in a shift, and Heero, in his blue dress, was standing next to her, just staring. “What the hell?”
“Quatre?” the girl asked, tears forming in her eyes. “Oh. Oh. OH!” Then, she fainted.
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Wufei was with the Arab pilot when Relena yelled, but he wisely stayed out of the way when his friend took off running. Instead, he knocked on the door next to the one Quatre entered. It was answered by Zechs, and looking beyond the tall blond, Wufei could see Duo in a thin sheath, with his white dress tossed in the corner. “What?”
“It’s not what you think, Chang,” Zechs started, stepping back from the Chinese teen as his ears and cheeks started to grow red. “I was only—”
“’Fei,” Duo started, “what’s going…”
“That’s what I would like to know,” he said calmly, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Zechs is supposed to be my ‘lady’,” Duo answered, moving to be closer to his lover. “He was only helping me unbutton that damn thing I got stuck in.” He gave his best smile and hoped like hell that Wufei would calm down.
‘That is logical. The dress buttoned down the back… But why Zechs? Why couldn’t Relena or Heero have helped him?’ Wufei’s thoughts struggled for a minute before he settled for scowling. “Fine,” he said, turning around and slamming the door behind him.
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Treize met Trowa out in the hallway as the yells from Relena’s room bounced down to them, and possibly the rest of the house. “That girl is going to get us into a mess of trouble if she can’t remember her role,” Treize muttered.
The two men stopped before the girl’s door and could hear talking coming from the room next to it. “It seems we have a problem,” Trowa said calmly before knocking on the wooden barrier in front of them. “He- Ceferina,” he called, “let me in.”
The door opened and Heero was unceremoniously pushed out by their blond comrade before it was slammed shut. The Japanese teen was blinking quickly and his mouth was set in a hard line. Treize was about to ask what happened when Wufei stormed out of the room next door and continued on down the hallway and out of sight. He was followed by Zechs, who seemed confused and guilty. “What happened in there?” Treize asked his lover.
“Evidently, I am Maxwell’s personal attendant, and Chang is unhappy with that,” the blond replied sternly.
“Ah, and you, Heero?” Trowa asked, placing a reassuringly gentle hand on the other boy’s arm.
“I went in to help Relena undress, but she was already…” He paused and blushed a minute. “Then, she yelled at me. Quatre ran in. She called his name and then fainted. That was when he pushed me out of the room.”
“Oh, wonderful,” Treize said. “This is just going swimmingly. Those two are going to be so jealous that it is going to ruin whatever it is we have to do before we can get out of this time.”
“Speaking of,” Zechs said, his composure regained. “Who has the device?” The others looked at him and Heero was the first to speak.
“Duo had it last.”
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“Relena,” Quatre said calmly, brushing his fingers through her bangs while she remained unconscious. “Come on, Relena, wake up. Please?” Her eyelids fluttered and she gave a tiny moan, allowing the boy to breathe easier.
“Quatre, what happened?” she asked, a hand resting on the sleeve of his tunic.
“I was going to ask the same thing. I heard you yelling and when I came in here, Heero was just staring at you while you were—” His ears turned a bit pink and he stopped talking.
She sat up and looked down at herself, relieved to see that someone had placed a blanket over her while she’d been passed out. “Oh, God, how mortifying… I don’t think I’ve ever fainted in my life until this whole fiasco began.”
Quatre gave her a tiny smile. “Well, it has been a tad bit stressful.”
“Ugh, I’d like to ask for a do-over, please,” she joked, tugging the blanket around her shoulders. “So, what happened before you came running to my rescue?”
“Evidently, the lord around here has some plans for advancement and told Wufei and I to propose to ‘the princesses’ by tonight, or else. He didn’t even bother to use names. He just referred to you as a collective.”
“Wow, I’ve always wanted a father-in-law like that,” Relena said sarcastically. “So, what are you going to do?”
“Um, wanna marry me while we’re here?”
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Wufei stopped at the end of a hallway, looking at the beautiful scenery from the window. He knew he was being unreasonable, but there was just something that bugged him about anyone but him being around Duo when he had so little clothing on. ‘It’s called jealousy, Chang.’ The word stung, leaving a bad taste in his mouth and making his stomach heave for a minute.
He waited a minute for the feeling to pass and shook his head to clear it. “I’m going to have to apologize to him.”
“To whom are you speaking, Adelric,” a voice asked from behind. Tensing and readying himself to defend against the intruder, Wufei came face to face with a pretty brunette with very pink lips and clear hazel eyes. “I thought your father would never release you from escorting that boring Princess Anna around.” She stepped closer and ran a hand up his arm. “I’ve missed you.”
“Woman, do *not* touch me,” he growled, trying to unclench his fist.
“You didn’t say that last night,” she said, her face crumpling. “Are you really going to go through with this farce?!”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about!”
“Fine! Do as you will,” she yelled, turning to run down the hall.
“What in the world is going on here?” the Chinese teen asked, looking around bewilderedly. “First, I’m told that I must propose to a princess. Then, I find Marquise in Duo’s room, helping him disrobe. And now, I’m accosted by some *woman* who seems to think we have a relationship…”
“’Fei?” Duo’s voice, no louder than a whisper, called out. “’Fei, are you somewhere close?”
“Duo?” Wufei called back, spotting the braided boy inching down the hallway, in a lavender gown that was much more reasonable than the white one he’d discarded earlier and brought out the color of his eyes. Instinctively, Wufei reached out and grabbed his lover, dragging him into the recess he was currently positioned. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Duo asked, his voice incredulous as he smiled. “Well, where to start? Are you mad?”
“Mad, no,” Wufei answered truthfully, painfully. “I… I don’t want anyone else to disrobe you,” he ground out.
Duo’s smile grew and he ran a hand up Wufei’s arm seductively. “Is that it? That’s kinda cute, Fei.”
“It is not, cute, Maxwell… Jealousy is ugly and dishonorable.”
“Nope, it’s cute,” Duo replied, placing a kiss on his boyfriend’s nose. “Besides, I don’t want anyone else to ‘disrobe’ me either.” He snickered as Wufei growled and pulled him into a searing kiss. “So, besides the fact that your eyes should be green right now, and not black, what’s going on?”
“Winner and I have been ordered by the Duke, who is supposedly our father, to propose marriage to yourself and Peacecraft,” Wufei said through clenched teeth, his good mood ruined by the thought of the dressing down he and Quatre had received. “Evidently, the two of you are being courted by ‘French whore’s-sons’.”
“Did he really say that?”
“Yes, as well as other things that I will not repeat. Suffice it to say that if he was an OZ soldier, I would have killed him after two words escaped his overweight carcass.”
“Hoo boy,” Duo said. “Look, ‘Fei, I know I don’t need to tell you that this is the past, and we can’t kill anybody.”
“I am aware, Duo. He’s still among the living.”
“Good.” A mischievous glint came into the American pilot’s eyes as he leaned in close to his lover. “So, are you going to ask me?”
“Ask you?” Wufei smiled as he realized what was really being asked. “We are already married, if I remember correctly. I must ask you a second time?”
“Last time, I’m pretty sure that I asked.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because I was the prince; and that’s his job, right?”
Wufei laughed and kissed the boy in his arms. “Marry me?”
“Will do.”
TBC
Author: Makoto Sagara
Archive: fanfiction.net, afallenangel.net/makotosagara/, mediaminer.org, Foreverfandom.net, makochanupdates.livejournal.com; anywhere else, please ask.
Category: AU, Drama
Rating: T+ (back to tame matters)
Pairings: 13x6, 2x5, 3x1, 4+R+4
Warnings: Yaoi, het, AU, cross-dressing, OOC, language, angst
Disclaimers: I don’t own Gundam Wing, but I do own my computer. I don’t make money from writing this, only the pleasure of having this written and enjoyed by my readers. Suing would be pointless; for all that my wallet holds is my driver’s license and library card. ^_^
Author’s Notes: Many, many, many thanks to Enna for her help with the names in this part of the story. It was a GREAT help in getting my butt in gear to actually write this story again. The muses are back in gear for writing and I’m taking disgusting advantage while they are still cooperating. Enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen: Marriage Proposals
Duo stood in the room that had been assigned to him and contemplated the ramifications if he tore the damn dress he’d been trapped in. He couldn’t reach the buttons and he couldn’t breathe properly either. Sadly, he figured he’d probably cause a large commotion that would get them all in trouble and somehow mess up the timeline, thereby ruining history. Yeah, that sounded overly dramatic to him too, but he knew that messing with the past was BAD. So, he settled for staring at his new reflection.
Gone was the copper skin of the Aztec prince and long black hair. No, now, he was some girl, with small boobs, dull brown hair and boring brown eyes. I mean, he *guessed* that his reflection was some sort of cute, but she was really just average. If it hadn’t been for the clothes and jewelry, he could have been anybody. That thought depressed him. He was used to standing out and leaving an impression.
“How in the world am I supposed to take this blasted thing off?” he snarled at his reflection, not hearing the knock at the door.
“Excuse me, Princess Agnes, the duke has sent me to help you,” a maid said as she opened the door. “Shall I fetch your lady-in-waiting for you?”
Duo turned around to see a petite blonde girl standing in the doorway, her head bowed and face expectant. “Um, yes, if you would,” he managed, trying to keep his voice even. The girl curtseyed and shut the door behind her. A few minutes later, she returned with Zechs in her wake, looking as confused as Duo felt. “Wait, you’re my ‘lady-in-waiting’?” he asked incredulously to the white-blond man, who sighed heavily.
“Yes, *Princess* Agnes, I’m your lady-in-waiting, Lady Mathilde.” Zechs’ voice did *not* sound amused. And it didn’t help that Duo’s shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter. “I don’t see anything funny about this, Maxwell,” he hissed. “You do realize that his means that *Yuy* is my sister’s ‘lady-in-waiting’?”
“Oh. My. God,” Duo said between snickers. “I wish I could record the moment they both discover that.”
“I fail to see the humor in this situation…”
“Lighten up, Mathilde, and help me take this marshmallow puff off.” He turned so that the buttons on the back of the dress were facing the taller man. Reluctantly, the Tallgeese pilot unfastened the closures and took a look in the mirror before the two of them. A petit girl with long brown hair and a cute up-turned nose was struggling in an overabundance of white fabric and staring straight back at him was a woman with raven black hair, green eyes, and sun-kissed skin in a beautiful purple dress with an ample bosom that was spilling out of the bodice. “Duo,” he whispered, “have you taken the opportunity to check out your reflection yet?”
“Yeah,” the teen muttered through the dress’ fabric as he managed to get it over his head, “kinda boring, to tell the truth.”
“Look now,” Zechs said. Duo looked up and squawked in indignation.
“Why do you get to be a knockout and I’m plain?” he whined before looking down. “I thought Relena said there would be undergarments? All I see is this shift thing!”
“They didn’t have female undergarments in this era,” his ‘lady’ said, still sounding a little out of breath. They didn’t get a chance to say anything else before they heard a scream from the room next door.
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“GET OUT OF MY ROOM THIS INSTANT, HEERO YUY,” Relena yelled, trying to cover her body with her hands as she glared daggers at the Wing pilot.
Heero, nonplussed, looked around the room before his eyes rested on the mirror in the corner. “I’m supposed to help you undress, if I remember what a lady-in-waiting is correctly.”
“I don’t CARE! OUT! NOW!”
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Quatre heard Relena’s yells and ran down the hallway, forgetting where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. “Re—” he started as he pulled open the door, but the rest of her name died on his lips as he took in the tableau before him. Relena was nearly nude, in a shift, and Heero, in his blue dress, was standing next to her, just staring. “What the hell?”
“Quatre?” the girl asked, tears forming in her eyes. “Oh. Oh. OH!” Then, she fainted.
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Wufei was with the Arab pilot when Relena yelled, but he wisely stayed out of the way when his friend took off running. Instead, he knocked on the door next to the one Quatre entered. It was answered by Zechs, and looking beyond the tall blond, Wufei could see Duo in a thin sheath, with his white dress tossed in the corner. “What?”
“It’s not what you think, Chang,” Zechs started, stepping back from the Chinese teen as his ears and cheeks started to grow red. “I was only—”
“’Fei,” Duo started, “what’s going…”
“That’s what I would like to know,” he said calmly, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Zechs is supposed to be my ‘lady’,” Duo answered, moving to be closer to his lover. “He was only helping me unbutton that damn thing I got stuck in.” He gave his best smile and hoped like hell that Wufei would calm down.
‘That is logical. The dress buttoned down the back… But why Zechs? Why couldn’t Relena or Heero have helped him?’ Wufei’s thoughts struggled for a minute before he settled for scowling. “Fine,” he said, turning around and slamming the door behind him.
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Treize met Trowa out in the hallway as the yells from Relena’s room bounced down to them, and possibly the rest of the house. “That girl is going to get us into a mess of trouble if she can’t remember her role,” Treize muttered.
The two men stopped before the girl’s door and could hear talking coming from the room next to it. “It seems we have a problem,” Trowa said calmly before knocking on the wooden barrier in front of them. “He- Ceferina,” he called, “let me in.”
The door opened and Heero was unceremoniously pushed out by their blond comrade before it was slammed shut. The Japanese teen was blinking quickly and his mouth was set in a hard line. Treize was about to ask what happened when Wufei stormed out of the room next door and continued on down the hallway and out of sight. He was followed by Zechs, who seemed confused and guilty. “What happened in there?” Treize asked his lover.
“Evidently, I am Maxwell’s personal attendant, and Chang is unhappy with that,” the blond replied sternly.
“Ah, and you, Heero?” Trowa asked, placing a reassuringly gentle hand on the other boy’s arm.
“I went in to help Relena undress, but she was already…” He paused and blushed a minute. “Then, she yelled at me. Quatre ran in. She called his name and then fainted. That was when he pushed me out of the room.”
“Oh, wonderful,” Treize said. “This is just going swimmingly. Those two are going to be so jealous that it is going to ruin whatever it is we have to do before we can get out of this time.”
“Speaking of,” Zechs said, his composure regained. “Who has the device?” The others looked at him and Heero was the first to speak.
“Duo had it last.”
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“Relena,” Quatre said calmly, brushing his fingers through her bangs while she remained unconscious. “Come on, Relena, wake up. Please?” Her eyelids fluttered and she gave a tiny moan, allowing the boy to breathe easier.
“Quatre, what happened?” she asked, a hand resting on the sleeve of his tunic.
“I was going to ask the same thing. I heard you yelling and when I came in here, Heero was just staring at you while you were—” His ears turned a bit pink and he stopped talking.
She sat up and looked down at herself, relieved to see that someone had placed a blanket over her while she’d been passed out. “Oh, God, how mortifying… I don’t think I’ve ever fainted in my life until this whole fiasco began.”
Quatre gave her a tiny smile. “Well, it has been a tad bit stressful.”
“Ugh, I’d like to ask for a do-over, please,” she joked, tugging the blanket around her shoulders. “So, what happened before you came running to my rescue?”
“Evidently, the lord around here has some plans for advancement and told Wufei and I to propose to ‘the princesses’ by tonight, or else. He didn’t even bother to use names. He just referred to you as a collective.”
“Wow, I’ve always wanted a father-in-law like that,” Relena said sarcastically. “So, what are you going to do?”
“Um, wanna marry me while we’re here?”
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Wufei stopped at the end of a hallway, looking at the beautiful scenery from the window. He knew he was being unreasonable, but there was just something that bugged him about anyone but him being around Duo when he had so little clothing on. ‘It’s called jealousy, Chang.’ The word stung, leaving a bad taste in his mouth and making his stomach heave for a minute.
He waited a minute for the feeling to pass and shook his head to clear it. “I’m going to have to apologize to him.”
“To whom are you speaking, Adelric,” a voice asked from behind. Tensing and readying himself to defend against the intruder, Wufei came face to face with a pretty brunette with very pink lips and clear hazel eyes. “I thought your father would never release you from escorting that boring Princess Anna around.” She stepped closer and ran a hand up his arm. “I’ve missed you.”
“Woman, do *not* touch me,” he growled, trying to unclench his fist.
“You didn’t say that last night,” she said, her face crumpling. “Are you really going to go through with this farce?!”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about!”
“Fine! Do as you will,” she yelled, turning to run down the hall.
“What in the world is going on here?” the Chinese teen asked, looking around bewilderedly. “First, I’m told that I must propose to a princess. Then, I find Marquise in Duo’s room, helping him disrobe. And now, I’m accosted by some *woman* who seems to think we have a relationship…”
“’Fei?” Duo’s voice, no louder than a whisper, called out. “’Fei, are you somewhere close?”
“Duo?” Wufei called back, spotting the braided boy inching down the hallway, in a lavender gown that was much more reasonable than the white one he’d discarded earlier and brought out the color of his eyes. Instinctively, Wufei reached out and grabbed his lover, dragging him into the recess he was currently positioned. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Duo asked, his voice incredulous as he smiled. “Well, where to start? Are you mad?”
“Mad, no,” Wufei answered truthfully, painfully. “I… I don’t want anyone else to disrobe you,” he ground out.
Duo’s smile grew and he ran a hand up Wufei’s arm seductively. “Is that it? That’s kinda cute, Fei.”
“It is not, cute, Maxwell… Jealousy is ugly and dishonorable.”
“Nope, it’s cute,” Duo replied, placing a kiss on his boyfriend’s nose. “Besides, I don’t want anyone else to ‘disrobe’ me either.” He snickered as Wufei growled and pulled him into a searing kiss. “So, besides the fact that your eyes should be green right now, and not black, what’s going on?”
“Winner and I have been ordered by the Duke, who is supposedly our father, to propose marriage to yourself and Peacecraft,” Wufei said through clenched teeth, his good mood ruined by the thought of the dressing down he and Quatre had received. “Evidently, the two of you are being courted by ‘French whore’s-sons’.”
“Did he really say that?”
“Yes, as well as other things that I will not repeat. Suffice it to say that if he was an OZ soldier, I would have killed him after two words escaped his overweight carcass.”
“Hoo boy,” Duo said. “Look, ‘Fei, I know I don’t need to tell you that this is the past, and we can’t kill anybody.”
“I am aware, Duo. He’s still among the living.”
“Good.” A mischievous glint came into the American pilot’s eyes as he leaned in close to his lover. “So, are you going to ask me?”
“Ask you?” Wufei smiled as he realized what was really being asked. “We are already married, if I remember correctly. I must ask you a second time?”
“Last time, I’m pretty sure that I asked.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because I was the prince; and that’s his job, right?”
Wufei laughed and kissed the boy in his arms. “Marry me?”
“Will do.”
TBC
