The Playlist Arc
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
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3
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604
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2
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Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
Gundam Wing: Don't own 'em. Writing: Don't get paid for it. Music lyrics aren't mine either and will be cited in each chapter.
T.N.T.
Title: The Playlist Arc 2/4
Warnings: Same as last chapter. I'm posting this on the fly - I'll clean up the italics and whatnot when next I'm near an actual keyboard.
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Another bead of sweat trickled down his face, pooling in the shell of his ear. Wufei twitched in annoyance. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess? Protecting that damn senseless woman partner of his, that's how. She was able to escape with minor injuries; meanwhile here he was, flat on his back in the middle of a weapons cache strapped to enough explosives to level ten city blocks.
A smirk graced his lips as he recalled a line from his friend's favorite movie.
"I'm getting too old for this shit."
Wufei hoped Sally had made contact with the other Preventers back at headquarters. He felt proud to work - have worked? - with such a prestigious group of people, including a couple of his fellow colonial brothers in arms. Upon joining the peace-keeping force they'd been seperated; assigned to different departments based on their unique skills. Despite his reservations about continually taking lives, Heero'd fallen back on his childhood training and become Preventers' leading assassin, with the reasoning that taking out targets one at a time reduced risk of civillian involvement. He himself with his scholastic background fell into detective work with ease. Quatre and Trowa chose civillian lives, the young Winner heir reveling in his status as a business prodigy and philanthropist, and his besotted lover attending vetinary college with ambitions of better tending the large animals he still visited at the circus. And Duo... Duo was in demolitions.
Not that any of this mattered in his present situation. Wufei felt a bit giulty mourning his own fate rather than worrying about the evacuation of the surrounding area. So much for 'noble to the bitter end'.
Okay, so he had - what had that madman said? - twenty minutes or so to come to terms with his own mortality. When the war hadn't killed him, he felt he had been living on borrowed time; but eventually that concept faded into a hard earned contentment of life. Hell, he'd even be content in death if not for that infernal beeping of the bomb timer counting down the seconds to his demise. Honestly, what was the point of the sound? He was the only around to hear it. Perhaps it's part of some villanous sociatial ritual; or maybe it's part of a hollywood bomb kit, "Free melodrama chip included!". Gods, he must be finally losing it.
Wufei closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath, trying to calm his nerves.
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Oi! Oi! Oi!
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Oi! Oi! Oi!
All he had to do is clear his mind...
T.N.T.
I'm a powder load
...and not think of what's beneath him.
Watch me explode!(1)
"Maxwell."
"Damn, 'Fei," Duo whistled appreciatively at the mess of wires wrapped around his friend, "who the hell'd you piss off now?".
Wufei cast a wary sideways glance as Duo set down a large yellow portable stereo and his tool box. AC/DC continued to blare from the speakers. "There are probably less than nine minutes left on the timer - do you think you will be able to disarm it?"
"This? No problem. Child's play. Just hang tight, Buddy, ol' Maxwell's to the rescue," Duo grinned, poking at several mechanisms before nodding in time with the song and scrounging in his toolbox.
"Then can we turn off that racket? I can't even hear myself think!"
"No can do, Man. The music helps me focus. 'Figured you'd want me at my best, given the situation an' all. I can play a different song though."
"Please." Wufei sighed in relief as the rock music was shut off only to cringe at the pounding dance beat that followed.
This place about to bloooow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Bloooow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh(2)
"Gods, Duo, no!"
"Okay, okay!" The beat changed to that of a pop-funk band.
You dropped a bomb on me, Baby, you dropped a bomb on me. (3)
The panic of eminant doom and the too-poigniant lyrics of Duo's music was causing Wufei to uncharacteristically hyperventilate. "Maxwell...please...don't you have...anything...else?"
"Christ, Chang," Duo snorted irritably, "You must have a hella lot of faith in my abilities if you're gonna waste my time arguing about my music instead of allowing me to save your sorry ass. Now I'll change it one more time, but then you really gotta shut up and let me do my fucking job!".
Wufei squeezed his eyes shut and ground his teeth even as he gave a tight nod. Of all the times for Maxwell to be right about something. He should take his death like a man, not be spending his final breaths whining about what song's playing when he dies. Treize and Meilan would surely snub him for his weakness when they both died with so much dignity and grace.
Wufei opened his eyes and looked up curiously when a smooth baritone started crooning from the radio. Duo's focus was now on the task at hand, but could be seen softly singing along.
Spy on me baby use satellite
Infrared to see me move through the night
Aim gonna fire shoot me right
I'm gonna like the way you fight
Now you found the secret code
I use to wash away my lonely blues
So I can't deny or lie cause you're the only one to make me fly
Midway through the chorus of the song the steady beeping of the bomb ceased. Wufei drew in a lungful of air, sure he had breathed his last, and braced for the explosion. He felt suddenly bad that his friend was needlessly sharing in his fate. But there were no curses or final goodbyes coming from his emotionally animated comrade. He cracked open an eye to find Duo grinning unabashedly down at him. "Hey, Sleepyhead, you wanna get going, or should I leave you to snooze a bit more?"
"I...I'm free?"
"As a bird," Duo laughed, helping Wufei to his feet.
"Great!"
*CRASH!*
"Oh God dammit! Not again!"
A smug smile graced Wufei's features as he casually strolled out of the warehouse with his new found lease on life.
Sex bomb sex bomb you're a sex bomb
And you can give it to me when I need to come along
Sex bomb sex bomb you're a sex bomb
And Baby you can turn me on - "Sex Bomb", Tom Jones
(1) TNT - AC/DC
(2) This Place About to Blow - Ke$ha
(3) You Dropped a Bomb on Me - The Gap Band
Warnings: Same as last chapter. I'm posting this on the fly - I'll clean up the italics and whatnot when next I'm near an actual keyboard.
*^*^*^*^*^
Another bead of sweat trickled down his face, pooling in the shell of his ear. Wufei twitched in annoyance. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess? Protecting that damn senseless woman partner of his, that's how. She was able to escape with minor injuries; meanwhile here he was, flat on his back in the middle of a weapons cache strapped to enough explosives to level ten city blocks.
A smirk graced his lips as he recalled a line from his friend's favorite movie.
"I'm getting too old for this shit."
Wufei hoped Sally had made contact with the other Preventers back at headquarters. He felt proud to work - have worked? - with such a prestigious group of people, including a couple of his fellow colonial brothers in arms. Upon joining the peace-keeping force they'd been seperated; assigned to different departments based on their unique skills. Despite his reservations about continually taking lives, Heero'd fallen back on his childhood training and become Preventers' leading assassin, with the reasoning that taking out targets one at a time reduced risk of civillian involvement. He himself with his scholastic background fell into detective work with ease. Quatre and Trowa chose civillian lives, the young Winner heir reveling in his status as a business prodigy and philanthropist, and his besotted lover attending vetinary college with ambitions of better tending the large animals he still visited at the circus. And Duo... Duo was in demolitions.
Not that any of this mattered in his present situation. Wufei felt a bit giulty mourning his own fate rather than worrying about the evacuation of the surrounding area. So much for 'noble to the bitter end'.
Okay, so he had - what had that madman said? - twenty minutes or so to come to terms with his own mortality. When the war hadn't killed him, he felt he had been living on borrowed time; but eventually that concept faded into a hard earned contentment of life. Hell, he'd even be content in death if not for that infernal beeping of the bomb timer counting down the seconds to his demise. Honestly, what was the point of the sound? He was the only around to hear it. Perhaps it's part of some villanous sociatial ritual; or maybe it's part of a hollywood bomb kit, "Free melodrama chip included!". Gods, he must be finally losing it.
Wufei closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath, trying to calm his nerves.
T.N.T.
Oi! Oi! Oi!
T.N.T.
Oi! Oi! Oi!
All he had to do is clear his mind...
T.N.T.
I'm a powder load
...and not think of what's beneath him.
Watch me explode!(1)
"Maxwell."
"Damn, 'Fei," Duo whistled appreciatively at the mess of wires wrapped around his friend, "who the hell'd you piss off now?".
Wufei cast a wary sideways glance as Duo set down a large yellow portable stereo and his tool box. AC/DC continued to blare from the speakers. "There are probably less than nine minutes left on the timer - do you think you will be able to disarm it?"
"This? No problem. Child's play. Just hang tight, Buddy, ol' Maxwell's to the rescue," Duo grinned, poking at several mechanisms before nodding in time with the song and scrounging in his toolbox.
"Then can we turn off that racket? I can't even hear myself think!"
"No can do, Man. The music helps me focus. 'Figured you'd want me at my best, given the situation an' all. I can play a different song though."
"Please." Wufei sighed in relief as the rock music was shut off only to cringe at the pounding dance beat that followed.
This place about to bloooow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Bloooow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh(2)
"Gods, Duo, no!"
"Okay, okay!" The beat changed to that of a pop-funk band.
You dropped a bomb on me, Baby, you dropped a bomb on me. (3)
The panic of eminant doom and the too-poigniant lyrics of Duo's music was causing Wufei to uncharacteristically hyperventilate. "Maxwell...please...don't you have...anything...else?"
"Christ, Chang," Duo snorted irritably, "You must have a hella lot of faith in my abilities if you're gonna waste my time arguing about my music instead of allowing me to save your sorry ass. Now I'll change it one more time, but then you really gotta shut up and let me do my fucking job!".
Wufei squeezed his eyes shut and ground his teeth even as he gave a tight nod. Of all the times for Maxwell to be right about something. He should take his death like a man, not be spending his final breaths whining about what song's playing when he dies. Treize and Meilan would surely snub him for his weakness when they both died with so much dignity and grace.
Wufei opened his eyes and looked up curiously when a smooth baritone started crooning from the radio. Duo's focus was now on the task at hand, but could be seen softly singing along.
Spy on me baby use satellite
Infrared to see me move through the night
Aim gonna fire shoot me right
I'm gonna like the way you fight
Now you found the secret code
I use to wash away my lonely blues
So I can't deny or lie cause you're the only one to make me fly
Midway through the chorus of the song the steady beeping of the bomb ceased. Wufei drew in a lungful of air, sure he had breathed his last, and braced for the explosion. He felt suddenly bad that his friend was needlessly sharing in his fate. But there were no curses or final goodbyes coming from his emotionally animated comrade. He cracked open an eye to find Duo grinning unabashedly down at him. "Hey, Sleepyhead, you wanna get going, or should I leave you to snooze a bit more?"
"I...I'm free?"
"As a bird," Duo laughed, helping Wufei to his feet.
"Great!"
*CRASH!*
"Oh God dammit! Not again!"
A smug smile graced Wufei's features as he casually strolled out of the warehouse with his new found lease on life.
Sex bomb sex bomb you're a sex bomb
And you can give it to me when I need to come along
Sex bomb sex bomb you're a sex bomb
And Baby you can turn me on - "Sex Bomb", Tom Jones
(1) TNT - AC/DC
(2) This Place About to Blow - Ke$ha
(3) You Dropped a Bomb on Me - The Gap Band