Rating: pg-13
Summary: White Witch asked members at BI to compare love to something, whether it be an object, person, place or thing. Some have mentioned food while others compare it to a song.
For Milliardo Peacecraft, love is a game of chess. Preferably strip chess? and some Wild Turkey. [Some of you might not get that last part]
Enjoy, or so I think.
~Calla.
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Checkmate
Prologue
?Zechs,? she started to say, ?just how long have we known each other??
?For much too long.?
?We?ve been close friends ever since the academy, right??
?Yes.?
?Best friends, right??
?Yes.?
?You?d even die for me??
??yes??
?Good. Then take off your clothes.?
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The Story
At precisely 6:43 am the radio came on, plucking out a very bubbly, sugar-sweet tune. One of those songs that you just know will haunt you for the rest of the day and through the night. Yes, one of those addicting rhythms that gets caught in your head and just won?t let go.
But the tune matched the liquid sunshine that peeped from beyond the full length curtains, and led to a bedroom?s private deck, a perfect July morning, if not a tad early for sunrise.
?Be quiet,? someone muttered unpleasantly. A very muscular and well toned arm reached out to slap the snooze button in what one would call: ungraceful.
Indeed.
His thumb managed to hit the button while the rest of his hand knocked the radio off the countertop, leaving the irritating electronic device to screw up its reception and sound the buzzer off instead.
Milliardo swore into his pillow before pulling the plug completely from the wall.
Crash went the machine as it hit the floor.
Further swearing into the pillow was called for. That would leave a mark on the wood.
Trying to resume his sleep pattern, it evaded him. Hence, he rolled over and tugged at the covers so that he could hide under them just to escape the creeping sunlight. Stupid alarm, stupid song, stupid sunshine that just won?t let his face nor his eyes alone? he could still hear the birds sing brightly from just beyond the windows. Milliardo grumbled even more, he had lost his dream about Alice in Wonderland.
One of the rare days that he could sleep in and yet he couldn?t. What else could go wrong?
Oh well, the dream didn?t make much sense anyways.
?**[censored]** does a guy have to do to get some shut-eye?? he burst out suddenly like a woman experiencing PMS. For a brief moment, the Earth stopped.
But then she decided that it was much more fun to aggravate him.
?Arrr?? he groaned and grabbed the nearby pillow to throw over his ears. What a headache.
But suddenly he realized that he wasn?t the only one complaining.
?Mm, that?s my pil-low.? A female voice muttered sleepily. ?Give baa-*yawn*-aack?? Additional movement on the bed confirmed his confusion.
Milliardo shot up in bed and threw the checkered blankets over the edge. His mouth dropped open in shock.
?Hey, I said not to tak?? the voice continued, squinting her violet eyes in the sun as she fumbled for the non-existent sheets.
?NOIN?!?
?Zechs?? She blinked slowly and repeated what she had just said. ?Zechs?? Obviously, with her brain half-functioning, she couldn?t perceive the gravity of the situation, unlike him. ?What are you doing here??
?I? don?t? know?? he replied with equal length, looking down at the state of dress that they were in. Or undress as some may call it. His gaze was suddenly drawn to a particular spot and he suddenly fell silent? extremely silent and focused?
But then she woke up and her eyes widened.
?ZECHS!?!? she screamed aloud and almost broke his eardrums, making him wince and lose his concentration. ?What the HELL am I doing in your BED?!? Noin looked down, gasped and grabbed a pillow or two to cover herself.
?You depraved loony!? she continued to bellow, completely infuriated, ?Get out, get out, get OUT!? When she pointed a finger commandingly at the door, Milliardo didn?t hesitate to jump off the bed and run away in his black silk boxers, his survival instinct kicking in. The door slammed shut in his wake and Noin quickly dropped the pillows to take a good look at herself.
Good l*rd.
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Just outside, Zechs leaned against the door and pinched himself to make sure that he was awake.
?Ow.?
He was awake.
In total confusion, he looked around his apartment and found it in chaos; it looked like she was moving in. He sprinted for the kitchen and looked for a bottle of beer to drown his sorrows. But all he found were tiny shots that were labeled Drink me.
But then the answering machine caught his eye and he played the incoming messages. The whole disc was full.
?? Um? hi, Noin?. It?s me?.?
?? I wasn?t going to help, but Relena made me??
?? Maybe I shouldn?t have brought WuFei along??
?? I keep telling Heero to return her stuffed animals??
?? Duo won?t bring any drinks next time??
?? Have you heard from Quatre since last night?...?
But the last one really caught his attention.
?So, who won the game??
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In the meantime, Noin was rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to get a hold of her surroundings. Not her room, not her house, and definitely NOT her sleepwear.
Where in the world did she get a white lace corset and matching stockings?? And somewhere on the floor beside her, there was evidence of a white tiara.
Someone was going to pay. Lucrezia Noin did NOT do these sort of things. There was her dignity and integrity to uphold. Right?
Noin ran into the adjacent bathroom and yanked open one of the drawers. She got out a pair of shears and held it menacingly in her hands, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
No, that wasn?t fair to him.
People were going to pay, she was sure of it.
But there was just a small problem.
She couldn?t remember very much, it was all a blur. But she did recall looking into the eyes of someone over a board game? she was smiling, no smirking at her opponent.
And he wasn't looking too happy about the situation either.
But then, without any forward mention, the blue-eyed man knocked over the board game, scattering the pieces onto the floor and lunged at her, causing both of them to topple over onto the carpet --
Noin turned red.
?Shit.?
That would be the last time she?d ask for the help of the gundam pilots.
And the birds sang?
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A/N: Love it? Hate it? Send me a line.
And to White Witch, this is all your fault!!! *laughs* Just kidding.
Yes, I have lost my sanity. But you probably knew that a long time ago?
