Rating: R
Warning: Language, violence, use of drugs.
Pairings: 2x1 hinted.
Disclaimers: Although no names were used here, main characters are still property of Bandai and Sunrise Studios. I make no money off them.
In the tiny room, lit only by a single light bulb, ten young men sat on single wooden chairs with abated breaths. With the air thick with the smell of cheap cigars and stale beer, nothing was said as each eyed the other warily, cautiously…greedily.
There were ten of them in all. All somber and solemn-faced as they watched their leader enter the room. He reached for the rather small but heavy bag. He held it in his hands for them to see. They marveled at its purity.
Its innocence.
Its danger.
They were hungry for it.
With a penknife – Swiss – it was ripped open and its contents spilled onto the glass table in their midst.
Like snow.
Its pure crystals glittered in the dimness of the room.
With precision like a surgeon, he brought out the razor blade and carefully dissected the pile into single neat rows.
Someone passed around notes of money on a small plastic tray. They dutifully began to roll it up into miniature cylinders.
Arranged for your inhaling pleasure. Take it easy, gentlemen. This stuff’s the shit.
They laughed at his joke. This man was good. Their boss was good. Their leader was the shit.
You have the honors, Bucho. Take your share and beat it.
I get paid for this here, right?
Sure you get paid. We all get paid. What the hell are we here for? You gonna take a hit or what?
Bloodshot eyes stared into irritated violet depths and swallowed tightly. It wouldn’t do to get the boss angry.
Nine pairs of eyes watched as he inhaled.
Like a shovel digging its way through the snow, he took it all in.
Right through the nasal tissues – abused and reabused – down into the bloodstream.
Man, can you feel that? Fucking high, that’s what!
Your turn, man. Have a go.
The fair one took a hit. He felt the warm rush flow to his head. He laughed a little and fell silent.
The tall one took a hit. He felt nothing at first…and then the sudden heat. He smiled and that was that.
The wild one took a hit. He made a face. What the fuck was this? But he noticed the look that was given to him and decided…what the hell.
The stoic one took a hit. It went straight down to the most unusual of places. He almost dropped his roll to the floor. Man, such a bad time to think of fucking my partner raw.
The leader grinned at their reactions. As expected.
What about you boss? Ain’t you gonna join us? This is the best, man. The best, I tell ya!
His grin faded as he eyed the clock. In fifteen minutes, the magic would die. In fifteen minutes, the snow would melt. In fifteen minutes, time would stand still.
He eyed his companions. They looked ‘normal’ enough. He had been careful not to make their hits too long. He caught the look in his partner’s eyes and smirked.
Heh…this was definitely not a good time to think of fucking him raw.
Hey, where’s my share, boss? Where’s my pay?
The leader grew irritated. His dream had been interrupted.
Your pay? He beckoned Bucho closer. Let’s have a talk outside, shall we? You can bring the others if you like.
Five more minutes.
Alright, boss. Let’s do this, boss. You’re the man.
They staggered outside and right into the cold, chilly reception of the snow-filled alley. They shivered in its purity, it’s innocence…it’s danger.
Five men were lined up on either side. Like armies on opposite sides of the trenches.
Hey, what’s going on here? Where’s my pay, boss?
The leader smirked and eyed his watch.
One more minute.
Your pay, huh? Here’s your fucking pay. And say hello to the big guy for me when you get there.
Five pair of eyes widened in growing understanding and terror. Hands on both sides reached into jackets to pull out their weapons.
Gunshots rang into the night. Sharp, crisp and loud.
Five bodies fell to the ground. Blood, thick and rich, baptized its redness upon the white.
In the background the sirens were heard. In mere moments, cars had pulled up to the scene.
The woman stepped out of the black Mercedes. She took off her sunglasses and eyed the damage done.
“Nice work, boys,” she praised with a light smile. “Good job on accomplishing your mission.”
The leader gave an inward sigh and turned to face his comrades. They eyed him warily before giving him each a version of something close to a smile.
There could be no real smiles between them. In their line of work, who had time to do such things?
“Good job, guys. Let’s go get a beer, huh?”
He spun on his heels and was about to make his way towards his car, when he felt the hard tug on his arm.
He met darkened blue depths and caught the fire within them.
Heh…the beer could wait, he thought as he caught the other in a kiss as brutal and painful as their shootings.
For now, they would have to satiate this burning lust that raged between them.
After all… the snow could do that to you.
~The End~
Who’s who:
The Leader – Duo Maxwell
The Stoic One – Heero Yuy
The Wild One – Wufei Chang
The Tall One – Trowa Barton
The Fair One – Quatre Reberba Winner.
Gundam Wing Fiction
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