Crazy Little Thing Called Love Part 4 (Future NC-17)
Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 4:56 pm
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Engrish Spy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing or the Princess Diaries or anything else that is mentioned in this story. I?m just a lowly University Student who works in the service industry to pay my way. Thank you.
Author Notes: Here it is! Thanks to all who reviewed my work. I know I don?t get around to it more frequently but I am trying and it will be longer for the next couple of chapters cause I?m coming into the crunch period of School. I will try and see what I can do but really until summer there is not much I can do. Thanks again to all who wrote reviews. You don?t know how much I really Appriceat the love I get from you guys.
~ Toddles ~
The Engrish Spy
Relena sat in a booth of Avalon. It was alive with the sounds of the latest dance track which happened to be a remix of a popular hip hop song pounded out on the large speaker system of the popular club. Sipping away at the Tom Collins that Heero had just brought her only a few seconds ago, she scanned the crowd for somebody, anybody who was reporter or bodyguard type. However there were none. For a few moments she could forget about being a Princess and just get slowly drunk over the night. She smiled as Heero raised his martini in cheers to her. She copied him and took a long sip from her glass. They had begun drinking at her place with Jell-O shooters that Sally and her had made earlier in the day and now this was what would help to bring back the buzz she had lost on the subway trip there.
?Hey what?s up?? a familiar voice rang over the sound.
Relena turned to see that Duo was now standing over her with a Purple Jesus in hand. Squealing with delight, she jumped from the booth and hugged her brother. She then playfully hit him.
?What are you doing here? You told me that you had some place to be?? She said in mock dejection.
?Just thought we should come out and enjoy the New York night life before we left for Japan and a story piece on Raver Culture there,? Duo said with a smile.
?So Hilde is here as well?? It was Heero asked.
Duo smiled at Heero and then moved from his half sisters embrace to shake hands with Heero.
?Good to see you buddy,? Duo said with a grim.
?Like wise,? Heero said and then motioned for Duo to join them.
?Still drink the Purple Jesus? like there is no tomorrow,? Heero continued.
Duo nodded and then grinned again, ?There?s no better way to experience the religious effect that it gives you.?
Relena laughed and then sat back down in the booth, ?So where is your lovely wife right now??
?She?s on the dance floor with one of our class mates from school,? Duo said with a shrug, but the glimmer of jealously could be seen in his eyes.
?And you didn?t stop her from dancing with him?? Relena said with mock aghast.
Duo nodded and then placed both hands on the side of the table.
?Enough with me, shouldn?t you be out here without a security detail. You know that Grandmere is gonna kill you if she finds out you were at a club, fraternizing with your reject of a brother and drinking with the common people.?
?You?ve had too much to drink already,? Heero said in a monotone voice.
?I say fuck her,? Relena then piped in.
Duo began to laugh and Heero just cocked an eyebrow at Relena?s
?That?s right, Fuck Grandmere and her fucking rules I say,? she said with a laugh and then stood up.
?Heero I think it?s time we danced,? she said boldly and offered her editor her hand.
Heero still shocked with Relena?s behaviour followed her out to the dance floor. Relena began to dance fervently once she reached the outer reaches but still dragged Heero to the middle. They stopped once they reached the middle. Heero still stunned watched as Relena began to gyrate her hips in time to the beat. It was like watching water move over a waterfall. It was fast yet eerily fluid. Her skin began to glitter in the flashing lights as the sweat began to form on her skin.
By this time Heero himself had begun to move in the crowed around them. His steps however were not as coordinated as hers and he felt like a fool. He continued to watch her. He noted that she was not wearing the jeans he had asked her to wear but instead she wore a pair of tight fitting pin stripe flare pants. She wore a short sleeved pale pink coloured button up tee shirt with a white tank underneath. On her wrist she wore a leather thong bracelet that was carved in a flowery vine design. Around her neck was a black and pink rhinestone choker that read, Bite Me. Her normally long blond hair was pulled high up on her head and curls cascading down from the up do.
She smiled at him and her eyes twinkled as she took his hands and placed them on her hips. He felt a jolt within him and let the motion of her hip guide his steps in this dance. She was glistening now as the air on the dance floor became warmer with each passing second. This forced Heero to loosen the top few buttons on the shirt he wore, exposing his tan and well defined chest.
Relena licked her lips and then released the hold on his hands as the beet of the Hip hop song changed to the fast pace of some German hardcore song that someone must have requested and he no doubt it was Duo. She then turned to a Latino looking man and began to move with him. Heero watched as he began to place his hands all over Relena. He felt something within him snap. As he continued to watch them dance he felt compelled to punch the guy out.
~*~
Relena had never felt so free at that moment. No press to bother her, no bodyguards flanked behind her. She was free like she always had been. She was no longer the crowned Princess of the Sanq Kingdom. She was Relena Darlian, famous romance writer, all most as famous as Nora Roberts, and nobody would stop her from this little pleasure.
Well all except for the commotion that seemed to surround her. There on the floor lay her new dance partner, blood streaming from his nose on to his white tee shirt and the vice like grip of one Heero Yuy on her arm. She looked to her Editor and noticed that his eyes were no longer the colour of deep blue but reflected black in the low strobe light of the club.
?What the hell did you do that for?? she screamed over the top of her lungs at Heero.
Heero only grunted and began to pull her away from the dance floor. Relena of course began to struggle with Heero. Retching her arm from his vice like grip she held her ground as he turned around to pull her back.
?You are going to tell me why you did what you just did,? she yelled at him again.
?He was touching you in an inappropriate manner,? Heero yelled back formally.
Anger flared within Relena and she lashed back, ?You are not my brother.?
?I am your brother?s best friend though and if he found out??
?I don?t care if he finds out. You are not my keeper Heero,? She yelled back at him as he tried to pull her back to their table.
?You?re drunk Relena,? he countered back as if still trying to convince her.
?No I am not. I?ve had as much as you had and if I remember correctly I seem to hold my liquor better then you can. May I remind you of Milardo?s birthday party last year?? she said crossing her arms across her chest.
?Still you shouldn?t let men like that touch you,? he countered back ignoring the fact that she was right.
?What are we now a bigot?? she said annoyed.
?No. What I mean is that you should not dance with that type of guy,?
?And what type of guy is that Heero??
?Cause he?s all wrong. All he wants is a night in the sheets. A ?Wham Bam Thank you M'am,? Heero shouted out as the music changed once again to another hard dance song.
?What?s so wrong about that? I?m only human Heero,? she shouted back at him.
?So that?s all wrong. You deserve better,?
?I just want it done and over with,? she shouted back.
It was at this time that two guys dressed in dark attire had entered the bar flanking an older lady dressed in a grey Chanel suit. And it was as if her presence at the bar stopped everything including the music and lights. As the house lights came up Relena noticed that the woman was in fact her Grandmere and she felt embarrassed as the crowd around her and Heero began to murmur about the arrival of the woman. It was then that Duo tapped her on the shoulder.
?Don?t look now but Grandmere is here,? he said and then tore off with Hilde to a dark corner.
?Thank you captain obvious,? she shouted after him.
And then as if her shout identified her, she found herself face to face with a very angry Grandmere. Hanging her head she found herself at the end of her freedom and followed her Grandmere reluctantly, leaving a confused Heero behind.
~*~
The headline of the New York Post that morning was no shock to Heero. On the front page was a picture of Relena following her Grandmother to the car that would take them back to the Plaza.
?Reluctant Princess?s Night?s Escapade,? Heero murmured to himself as he picked the paper of the hallway floor. He skimmed the article with little to no care and then threw it on the table with yesterday?s paper and continued to drink his Orange Juice.
It was no surprise that the club would have had a reporter from the Post there that night. A lot of the reporters liked to go To Avalon for the atmosphere and juice gossip they could pick up from the rich and famous of Manhattan?s businesses society. Relena and him happened to forget that Avalon was a place for turning out hot juicy gossip. Next time they would find a place more exclusive to party that is if there was a next time.
The phone ringing called his attention away from the big bold title on the page. Picking it up, he knew instantly who it would be.
?I fucking hate her,? Relena seemed to scream over the receiver.
?Good morning Sunshine,? Heero said nonchalantly.
?Don?t do that,? she sniped back.
?Fine,? he growled.
?She?s made me move to the plaza. After last nights stunt, she needs to monitor every thing I do,? Relena said going into full rant mode.
?She?s thrown out every thing I own and replaced it with crap. My homemade jewellery is gone, the awesome tie dye wrap I got in Porta Plata that year you, Mill, Duo and I went to the Dominican for you?re guys winter break. Everything is gone. Plus she sold my loft. Luckily she saved my books and computer. I would have killed her if she had thrown out that signed copy of James Joyce?s ?A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man?,? she sighed with exasperation.
?Well she must love books as much as you do,? Heero mumbled as he gathered up papers along with a small manuscript he was editing today with another client.
?Well that?s the only thing we have in common other wise she?s a big fat bitch,? Relena said with a sigh.
?Resorting to childish name calling will get you know where,? Heero replied nonchalantly.
?But it helps me get rid of the anger. If I didn?t I would most likely take her down in a blaze of glory,? Relena whined.
Heero groaned but held back the biting comments that forced to come to his lips.
?Who knows anyways I?m making an illegal phone call. Talk to you sooner or later,? she said softly and then hung up the phone.
Heero let the dial tone run for a few seconds before he hung up on his end.
?Illegal phone call,? he murmured to himself as he picked up his briefcase to head out for another day of work in Manhattan.
~*~
?So what do you think,? the very gay stylist said as Relena stood in front of the mirror.
She thought she was ugly. The tailored female tuxedo, that her Grandmere had forced her into wearing after her trip to the exclusive Frederic Fekkai Beaute de Provence, made her feel a stiff and itchy. She wished that she could strip off the off white linen and silk Givanchi suit and Prada heels that she had hardly had time to break in before the first press conference.
After the nightclub stunt, Relena was now being forced to accept the crown. She smoothed the side part sweeping her long bangs off her face and then tightened the low ponytail that was secured together with a jewelled hair clip. It was a different length now. No longer was it almost to her waist and wavy, a cut she had had since the first grade. It was replaced with a shoulder length do. No longer was it the mousy brownish blond now replaced with a light blond colour and dark lowlights chunked into her hair. She was also wearing makeup. Smokey eyes and glossy lips made her face stand out like she had never seen before.
?I hate it,? she gritted out.
?You love it,? came the gritty yet prissy voice of her Grandmere.
Relena examined her Grandmere as the rail thin figure of the Dowager came into view of the three way mirror Relena stood in front of. Again she was smoking a cigarette and dressed in a classic Chanel dress suit. She reeked of vodka and a sickly sweet floral scent that she had taken to wearing to hide the smell of the vodka.
?Excellent,? the stylist exclaimed.
Relena closed her eyes and then wished that this was all a nightmare. All she would have to do is wake up and then go back to being Relena Darlian, Soho Hippy Romance Writer extraordinar. Not Marie Relena Cosette Antoinette Odette Peacecraft, Grand Princess, heir to the throne of the Sanq kingdom.
?Their ready for you,? came the gruff voice of Trowa.
At least she had been able to keep her job as a writer and Trowa as her publicist. Though the Dowager did not express it publicly, Relena knew deep down inside of her Grandmere?s heart, that she was proud that her only granddaughter was a writer.
This had entailed that she keep her job and to continue writing as well as touring for her book. Right now, however, her books launch, any last minute revisions were on hold as she was presented to the world as Relena, Grand Princess Royal.
She opened her eyes as her Grandmere laid a hand on her shoulder.
?Time to greet your public,? she said in a soft voice.
Relena sighed and opened her eyes and turned to her grandmother.
?I don?t want this,? she said softly to her grandmother.
?Of course you do. It?s the right thing to do,? the Dowager huffed and left the room.
?The right thing to do,? Relena murmured to herself before she followed.
TBC?
Engrish Spy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing or the Princess Diaries or anything else that is mentioned in this story. I?m just a lowly University Student who works in the service industry to pay my way. Thank you.
Author Notes: Here it is! Thanks to all who reviewed my work. I know I don?t get around to it more frequently but I am trying and it will be longer for the next couple of chapters cause I?m coming into the crunch period of School. I will try and see what I can do but really until summer there is not much I can do. Thanks again to all who wrote reviews. You don?t know how much I really Appriceat the love I get from you guys.
~ Toddles ~
The Engrish Spy
Relena sat in a booth of Avalon. It was alive with the sounds of the latest dance track which happened to be a remix of a popular hip hop song pounded out on the large speaker system of the popular club. Sipping away at the Tom Collins that Heero had just brought her only a few seconds ago, she scanned the crowd for somebody, anybody who was reporter or bodyguard type. However there were none. For a few moments she could forget about being a Princess and just get slowly drunk over the night. She smiled as Heero raised his martini in cheers to her. She copied him and took a long sip from her glass. They had begun drinking at her place with Jell-O shooters that Sally and her had made earlier in the day and now this was what would help to bring back the buzz she had lost on the subway trip there.
?Hey what?s up?? a familiar voice rang over the sound.
Relena turned to see that Duo was now standing over her with a Purple Jesus in hand. Squealing with delight, she jumped from the booth and hugged her brother. She then playfully hit him.
?What are you doing here? You told me that you had some place to be?? She said in mock dejection.
?Just thought we should come out and enjoy the New York night life before we left for Japan and a story piece on Raver Culture there,? Duo said with a smile.
?So Hilde is here as well?? It was Heero asked.
Duo smiled at Heero and then moved from his half sisters embrace to shake hands with Heero.
?Good to see you buddy,? Duo said with a grim.
?Like wise,? Heero said and then motioned for Duo to join them.
?Still drink the Purple Jesus? like there is no tomorrow,? Heero continued.
Duo nodded and then grinned again, ?There?s no better way to experience the religious effect that it gives you.?
Relena laughed and then sat back down in the booth, ?So where is your lovely wife right now??
?She?s on the dance floor with one of our class mates from school,? Duo said with a shrug, but the glimmer of jealously could be seen in his eyes.
?And you didn?t stop her from dancing with him?? Relena said with mock aghast.
Duo nodded and then placed both hands on the side of the table.
?Enough with me, shouldn?t you be out here without a security detail. You know that Grandmere is gonna kill you if she finds out you were at a club, fraternizing with your reject of a brother and drinking with the common people.?
?You?ve had too much to drink already,? Heero said in a monotone voice.
?I say fuck her,? Relena then piped in.
Duo began to laugh and Heero just cocked an eyebrow at Relena?s
?That?s right, Fuck Grandmere and her fucking rules I say,? she said with a laugh and then stood up.
?Heero I think it?s time we danced,? she said boldly and offered her editor her hand.
Heero still shocked with Relena?s behaviour followed her out to the dance floor. Relena began to dance fervently once she reached the outer reaches but still dragged Heero to the middle. They stopped once they reached the middle. Heero still stunned watched as Relena began to gyrate her hips in time to the beat. It was like watching water move over a waterfall. It was fast yet eerily fluid. Her skin began to glitter in the flashing lights as the sweat began to form on her skin.
By this time Heero himself had begun to move in the crowed around them. His steps however were not as coordinated as hers and he felt like a fool. He continued to watch her. He noted that she was not wearing the jeans he had asked her to wear but instead she wore a pair of tight fitting pin stripe flare pants. She wore a short sleeved pale pink coloured button up tee shirt with a white tank underneath. On her wrist she wore a leather thong bracelet that was carved in a flowery vine design. Around her neck was a black and pink rhinestone choker that read, Bite Me. Her normally long blond hair was pulled high up on her head and curls cascading down from the up do.
She smiled at him and her eyes twinkled as she took his hands and placed them on her hips. He felt a jolt within him and let the motion of her hip guide his steps in this dance. She was glistening now as the air on the dance floor became warmer with each passing second. This forced Heero to loosen the top few buttons on the shirt he wore, exposing his tan and well defined chest.
Relena licked her lips and then released the hold on his hands as the beet of the Hip hop song changed to the fast pace of some German hardcore song that someone must have requested and he no doubt it was Duo. She then turned to a Latino looking man and began to move with him. Heero watched as he began to place his hands all over Relena. He felt something within him snap. As he continued to watch them dance he felt compelled to punch the guy out.
~*~
Relena had never felt so free at that moment. No press to bother her, no bodyguards flanked behind her. She was free like she always had been. She was no longer the crowned Princess of the Sanq Kingdom. She was Relena Darlian, famous romance writer, all most as famous as Nora Roberts, and nobody would stop her from this little pleasure.
Well all except for the commotion that seemed to surround her. There on the floor lay her new dance partner, blood streaming from his nose on to his white tee shirt and the vice like grip of one Heero Yuy on her arm. She looked to her Editor and noticed that his eyes were no longer the colour of deep blue but reflected black in the low strobe light of the club.
?What the hell did you do that for?? she screamed over the top of her lungs at Heero.
Heero only grunted and began to pull her away from the dance floor. Relena of course began to struggle with Heero. Retching her arm from his vice like grip she held her ground as he turned around to pull her back.
?You are going to tell me why you did what you just did,? she yelled at him again.
?He was touching you in an inappropriate manner,? Heero yelled back formally.
Anger flared within Relena and she lashed back, ?You are not my brother.?
?I am your brother?s best friend though and if he found out??
?I don?t care if he finds out. You are not my keeper Heero,? She yelled back at him as he tried to pull her back to their table.
?You?re drunk Relena,? he countered back as if still trying to convince her.
?No I am not. I?ve had as much as you had and if I remember correctly I seem to hold my liquor better then you can. May I remind you of Milardo?s birthday party last year?? she said crossing her arms across her chest.
?Still you shouldn?t let men like that touch you,? he countered back ignoring the fact that she was right.
?What are we now a bigot?? she said annoyed.
?No. What I mean is that you should not dance with that type of guy,?
?And what type of guy is that Heero??
?Cause he?s all wrong. All he wants is a night in the sheets. A ?Wham Bam Thank you M'am,? Heero shouted out as the music changed once again to another hard dance song.
?What?s so wrong about that? I?m only human Heero,? she shouted back at him.
?So that?s all wrong. You deserve better,?
?I just want it done and over with,? she shouted back.
It was at this time that two guys dressed in dark attire had entered the bar flanking an older lady dressed in a grey Chanel suit. And it was as if her presence at the bar stopped everything including the music and lights. As the house lights came up Relena noticed that the woman was in fact her Grandmere and she felt embarrassed as the crowd around her and Heero began to murmur about the arrival of the woman. It was then that Duo tapped her on the shoulder.
?Don?t look now but Grandmere is here,? he said and then tore off with Hilde to a dark corner.
?Thank you captain obvious,? she shouted after him.
And then as if her shout identified her, she found herself face to face with a very angry Grandmere. Hanging her head she found herself at the end of her freedom and followed her Grandmere reluctantly, leaving a confused Heero behind.
~*~
The headline of the New York Post that morning was no shock to Heero. On the front page was a picture of Relena following her Grandmother to the car that would take them back to the Plaza.
?Reluctant Princess?s Night?s Escapade,? Heero murmured to himself as he picked the paper of the hallway floor. He skimmed the article with little to no care and then threw it on the table with yesterday?s paper and continued to drink his Orange Juice.
It was no surprise that the club would have had a reporter from the Post there that night. A lot of the reporters liked to go To Avalon for the atmosphere and juice gossip they could pick up from the rich and famous of Manhattan?s businesses society. Relena and him happened to forget that Avalon was a place for turning out hot juicy gossip. Next time they would find a place more exclusive to party that is if there was a next time.
The phone ringing called his attention away from the big bold title on the page. Picking it up, he knew instantly who it would be.
?I fucking hate her,? Relena seemed to scream over the receiver.
?Good morning Sunshine,? Heero said nonchalantly.
?Don?t do that,? she sniped back.
?Fine,? he growled.
?She?s made me move to the plaza. After last nights stunt, she needs to monitor every thing I do,? Relena said going into full rant mode.
?She?s thrown out every thing I own and replaced it with crap. My homemade jewellery is gone, the awesome tie dye wrap I got in Porta Plata that year you, Mill, Duo and I went to the Dominican for you?re guys winter break. Everything is gone. Plus she sold my loft. Luckily she saved my books and computer. I would have killed her if she had thrown out that signed copy of James Joyce?s ?A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man?,? she sighed with exasperation.
?Well she must love books as much as you do,? Heero mumbled as he gathered up papers along with a small manuscript he was editing today with another client.
?Well that?s the only thing we have in common other wise she?s a big fat bitch,? Relena said with a sigh.
?Resorting to childish name calling will get you know where,? Heero replied nonchalantly.
?But it helps me get rid of the anger. If I didn?t I would most likely take her down in a blaze of glory,? Relena whined.
Heero groaned but held back the biting comments that forced to come to his lips.
?Who knows anyways I?m making an illegal phone call. Talk to you sooner or later,? she said softly and then hung up the phone.
Heero let the dial tone run for a few seconds before he hung up on his end.
?Illegal phone call,? he murmured to himself as he picked up his briefcase to head out for another day of work in Manhattan.
~*~
?So what do you think,? the very gay stylist said as Relena stood in front of the mirror.
She thought she was ugly. The tailored female tuxedo, that her Grandmere had forced her into wearing after her trip to the exclusive Frederic Fekkai Beaute de Provence, made her feel a stiff and itchy. She wished that she could strip off the off white linen and silk Givanchi suit and Prada heels that she had hardly had time to break in before the first press conference.
After the nightclub stunt, Relena was now being forced to accept the crown. She smoothed the side part sweeping her long bangs off her face and then tightened the low ponytail that was secured together with a jewelled hair clip. It was a different length now. No longer was it almost to her waist and wavy, a cut she had had since the first grade. It was replaced with a shoulder length do. No longer was it the mousy brownish blond now replaced with a light blond colour and dark lowlights chunked into her hair. She was also wearing makeup. Smokey eyes and glossy lips made her face stand out like she had never seen before.
?I hate it,? she gritted out.
?You love it,? came the gritty yet prissy voice of her Grandmere.
Relena examined her Grandmere as the rail thin figure of the Dowager came into view of the three way mirror Relena stood in front of. Again she was smoking a cigarette and dressed in a classic Chanel dress suit. She reeked of vodka and a sickly sweet floral scent that she had taken to wearing to hide the smell of the vodka.
?Excellent,? the stylist exclaimed.
Relena closed her eyes and then wished that this was all a nightmare. All she would have to do is wake up and then go back to being Relena Darlian, Soho Hippy Romance Writer extraordinar. Not Marie Relena Cosette Antoinette Odette Peacecraft, Grand Princess, heir to the throne of the Sanq kingdom.
?Their ready for you,? came the gruff voice of Trowa.
At least she had been able to keep her job as a writer and Trowa as her publicist. Though the Dowager did not express it publicly, Relena knew deep down inside of her Grandmere?s heart, that she was proud that her only granddaughter was a writer.
This had entailed that she keep her job and to continue writing as well as touring for her book. Right now, however, her books launch, any last minute revisions were on hold as she was presented to the world as Relena, Grand Princess Royal.
She opened her eyes as her Grandmere laid a hand on her shoulder.
?Time to greet your public,? she said in a soft voice.
Relena sighed and opened her eyes and turned to her grandmother.
?I don?t want this,? she said softly to her grandmother.
?Of course you do. It?s the right thing to do,? the Dowager huffed and left the room.
?The right thing to do,? Relena murmured to herself before she followed.
TBC?
