Author: Ashkara
Archive: At the Vault. Anywhere else, please ask first!!
Rating: PG-13 at the worst...
Pairings: None discernible.
Warnings: Excessive fluffiness, silliness, Ricky Martin, Sexy boys... Damn - sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
Disclaimer: I sadly own neither Ricky Martin, the Gundam boys, any other Gundam characters, or the song "Livin La Vida Loca". No money made, so please don't sue, okay?
Author Notes: The idea for this series came to me whilst bopping down the road with my stereo going full blast. Just a set of funny, little asides. Enjoy!
Gundam Wing Out-Takes Theatre Part 1
Dancing Daydream
It was a perfect, civilised party.
Perfect party guests, perfectly attired, sipping perfect drinks, eating perfect, little finger foods, speaking in perfect, cultured tones, dancing to perfect, genteel music.
It was a perfectly beautiful birthday party, but Relena Peacecraft-Darlian was bored out of her mind, and trying not to show it. Her mother had, after all, gone out of her way to make everything beautiful...
Still, she was turning eighteen, not eighty! She swallowed a sigh as the orchestra segued into yet more polite music.
Everyone who was anyone as there. She pasted a smile onto her face-
And gasped as a hand reached out and tugged her onto the dance floor. A hand that was attached to a roguishly-grinning young man with a disgustingly handsome face and a long plait of brown hair. "Duo..." she said, scoldingly.
"Relax, Princess," he teased, swinging her into a perfect waltz. "It's your birthday; you deserve to have some fun."
She sighed again, drawing a concerned look from her dance partner. "Relena?"
She immediately replaced her pensive, little frown with a polite smile. "I'm sorry, it's just..."
"Kinda boring, huh?" he asked with a grin.
"Well... not to be rude, but yes."
"Thought so." Without another word, he spun her out, releasing her hand and quickly pulling a wireless headset microphone out of his suit pocket. As she stared in shock, he merely winked and said, in a voice that was suddenly booming over the whole room, "Hey, DJ, play me something I can dance to!"
As a murmur of shock went through the assembled masses, she looked over at the orchestra - Quatre Winner stood there, grinning at her like a lunatic as he politely but firmly shoved the orchestra conductor out of the way and put a recording into the mixer-
She found herself standing in the middle of a suddenly empty dance floor, along with Duo, as music began to blare out of the speakers. Said young man was wearing his customary come-hither grin as he started swaying to the music, and quickly stripping off his suit jacket.
As a whistle went up from somewhere in the watching crowd, Relena shook her head. This wasn't happening...
And as if that wasn't bad enough, he started singing:
She's into superstitions, black cats and voodoo dolls.
I feel a premonition, that girl's gonna make me fall.
She's into new sensations, new kicks in the candle light.
She's got a new addiction for every day and night.
People were definitely making cat calls now as the young man danced closer to her, pulling her in for a dance. Strangely enough, she felt she couldn't resist the music... Not to mention the flashing lights that, Relena was certain, hadn't been set up there only moments before. She looked back at the strange magician of the moment, Duo in his glory-
Under the jacket, he'd been wearing a white shirt and black vest that clung to his upper body beautifully, tailored suit pants hugging in all the right places. Slight heels on his shoes that seemed vastly appropriate to the latin beat that he was so ::ahem:: expertly dancing to. And somewhere in the first verse, he'd managed to lose the bow tie and popped open the top few shirt buttons. Braid flying as he danced-
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life, but she'll take away your pain,
Like a bullet to your brain. Come On!
As Duo got to the chorus, Relena made her decision. She kicked off her high heels and reached up, pulling out the pins that were holding her hair up in its ornate style, shaking it lose and lifting her skirt as she began dancing along-
Upside, inside out, she's livin la vida loca!
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca!
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha!
She will wear you out, livin la vida loca! Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin la vida loca!
He was dancing along with her, shaking that tight, little butt, and she was suddenly aware of other people around her. Wufei, wearing solid, skin-tight black, but showing a tantalising glimpse of his muscled chest... Trowa, still fully dressed in his guard uniform, though until that moment, Relena hadn't realised just how sexy said uniform could be, especially on a man with such shoulders... Quatre had lost his shirt somewhere, but Lucrezia Noin, with whom he was dancing, didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Dorothy, following her example and somehow dancing with Treize Kushrenada... (?! - wait a minute, hadn't he been listed as missing and presumed dead since the big battle in space nearly three years ago?) Treize, who was wearing those thigh-high boots, tight pants and white shirt, his dress jacket missing. And since when did he know how to dance like that...
And then her heart nearly stopped beating - it was Heero, but a Heero like she'd never seen before, dressed similarly to Duo, approaching her with a tiger-like look in his eyes, every step exuding grace and power, and... Oh, God, that cute butt...
Duo's voice came back to her:
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life, but she'll take away your pain,
Like a bullet to your brain. Come On!
Heero pulled her close and leaned in to whisper, "Happy Birthday, Relena."
Upside, inside out, she's livin la vida loca!
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca!
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha!
She will wear you out, livin la vida loca! Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin la vida loca!
He was holding her so close she felt like they were glued together, and damn, if it didn't feel good... Lips leaning in...
"...ena? Miss Relena, are you alright?"
Relena blinked suddenly, disorientated. She was still in the ballroom at her party, but...
A waltz was beginning, and standing in front of her-
Was a roguishly-handsome figure with a long, brown braid of hair. He leaned closer. "You okay, Relena? You looked a little spaced-out before."
She gave him a bright smile, remembering how he'd look without the jacket. "Oh, I'm just fine. A little daydream, is all."
"Well, in that case, may I have this dance?" he asked politely, offering his hand.
"I'd love to," she accepted.
He smiled as he swung her onto the dance floor. "This is a great party. Thanks for inviting me."
She smiled at him in return, fighting down a blush as she clearly felt the hand, strong body she could have sworn she was just ogling. "Oh, it wouldn't be a party without you, Duo!"
She never got down to explaining the funny, little grin she wore for the rest of the evening.
OWARI
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