Spanish Eyes by Ryoko Saotome
One-Part, Short
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I wouldn't mind owning the G-boyz, though.... "Spanish Eyes" is Ricky Martin's, and yeah, I wouldn't mind owning him, either!
Warnings: AU time... yup, OOCness again. Just a little shounen ai, and a bit on the WAFFy side.
Pairing: Hehehe, it's kinda 1x5 ::dodges sharp objects thrown at her::
Summary: Heero meets a girl at Carnival...
Archive: Pwease?
C&C: Of course!

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SPANISH EYES
by Ryoko Saotome

Heero grumbled to himself. It was bad enough his parents had dragged him along on this business trip in the first
place--he was fifteen, a bit too old to still have Mommy and Daddy still looking
over his shoulder in his opinion--but then they thought it would be a good idea
for him to 'mingle'.

Which was the whole reason he was on the street in the first place, watching the
people dance through the streets in their elaborate costumes. There were a few
that were difficult to distinguish as to whether they were male or female, and
they were of all ages. A pair of girls--or were they boys? he could never tell
during Carnival--swirled by, one wrapped in flowing skirts with flowers twined
into short blonde hair; the other in black robes with elaborately-braided
chestnut locks. They both cast a glance his way and giggled before fading into
the crowd again.

He smiled to himself. Ever since he turned 13, girls and boys alike always took
a second look. He was a good-looking young man, even though his dark brown
tresses had a mind of their own, with piercing cobalt eyes and a trim, muscular
build. He sighed and readjusted his mask, hoping to blend into the crowd and
make his way back to the hotel before--

"Wanna dance?"

~I met a girl at the carnival
In Rio de Janeiro
We danced all night on the boulevard
In doorways we did the tango~

He whirled around at the soft voice and came face to face with a vision. The
girl--he *assumed* it was a girl, no guy could ever be that lithe or graceful-
looking--was clad in white silk pants and a navy tank-top that accentuated her
graceful shoulders. Her black hair fell around her face, drawing attention to
her deep, deep brown eyes; they were so dark, he'd almost mistaken them for
black. She put one hand on her hip and tiled her head, a pout beginning to form
on her lips.

'Kawaii,' Heero thought, a small smile coming to his own lips. The girl smiled
and held out her hand. "Wanna dance?" she repeated.

Before he realized what he was doing, he took her hand and allowed her to pull
him into the throng of dancers. Heero would be the first to admit that he
wasn't the greatest dancer, but with that vision at his side, he felt like he
could dance all night long. She kept very close to him, as if afraid of losing
her prize to one of the other Carnival-goers. The two girls-or-boys from
earlier danced by them in the crowd, calling something out to the girl in a
language he couldn't understand. The beauty with him flushed and shouted
something back which caused the other two to laugh and dance off into the crowd
again.

"Do you know them?" Heero asked, truly curious as to her reaction to them.

The girl looked at him with her wide, dark eyes and nodded. "Duo and Quatre.
They're just jealous that I got to you first."

~I miss her lips
And the way she sashayed her hips
As she shook her shoulders
I miss the smell of her hair
I don't care if it takes my whole life to find her~

She turned and pressed a quick but gentle kiss to his lips before returning to
the dance. Heero touched his lips, a small smile forming on his face. The girl
glanced back over her shoulder and nodded for him to follow her lead.

They danced through the crowd with ease--apparently, his dance partner was a
very popular young woman, as every person they passed caught her up for a few
measures of the song. Heero finally caught her again and pulled her tight
against him, burying his face in her silken black tresses.

She sighed softly and gently pushed away from him, only to pull him after her in
another whirlwind turn through the streets. He followed her eagerly, realizing
with a start that he was having more fun than he'd had in a long time... and
that maybe, just maybe, he was falling in love.

A light rain started to fall, but that did nothing to deter the festivities.
People continued to dance through the streets without a care; Heero and the
alluring young girl dancing with him moved through the crowd with a fluid grace.
He kept one hand on her hip, guiding her more than she was guiding him, it
seemed. And she was more than willing to let him control the rhythm of their dance that night.

"What's your name?" he finally asked softly in her ear. She smiled slightly and shook her head.

"That would ruin the mystery," she said, eyes sparkling mischievously.

~We were dancing in the summer rain
We were dancing through the night
I never knew her real name
So I called her Spanish Eyes
Spanish Eyes...~

"Then I'll just call you Spanish Eyes, like the song, I guess," he said
playfully. She seemed to consider that for a moment, then smiled, the sparkle
still in her beautiful dark eyes.

"Come on," she said, tugging on his arm. "There's still a whole night ahead of
us!"

The night passed quickly in a whirlwind of dancing and laughing, all the while
an image in white stayed at his side. Several times he managed to sweep her up
into a kiss, which she returned fiercely each and every time. Towards dawn, the
two dancers he'd come across earlier that night joined them--and he'd discovered
that at least one of them was a guy. The little blond with him remained quiet,
shooting curious glances between him and the girl he called Spanish Eyes and
smiling whenever they made eye contact. The boy, Duo, kept asking him questions
about what he was doing in Rio anyway, and what he thought of the local color.
After a few hours of chatting easily with the young man--he was a surprisingly
good listener when he stopped talking to breath--they said their good-byes, and
he turned to talk to Spanish Eyes, half-hoping that he'd get to see her again
after tonight.

But she was gone.

~The sun came up
And the girl was gone
Her masquerade was over
I searched the streets
Drunk with love
But no one seemed to know her~

Heero looked up and down the streets, talking to anyone he'd run across the
night before, hoping that at least one of them had seen which way she'd gone.
No one could rightly remember seeing her after the brief moment the pair of them
had whirled by during the festival. One person thought he knew the girl, but
when Heero went to the address the man had given him, it turned out to be a
blond-haired girl named Relena. She didn't know Spanish Eyes either, but said
that she hoped he found who he was searching for.

~I miss the touch
Of her body so much
I long for the warmth inside her~

The week passed without incident. Heero spent every minute he could--i.e.,
every time he could get away from his parents for a minute or so--looking for
the girl who had captured his heart, but couldn't find her at all. On the last
day of the trip, he ran into Duo again. This time, it was easy to see that
Quatre was a guy as well. Heero didn't recognize the other boy with them--he
didn't seem all that interested in the newcomer, and kept his gaze averted to
the store window.

"Oi, Heero!" Duo called cheerfully. "I was kinda hoping I'd see you again 'fore
you left!"

"Hi, Duo," Heero greeted, smiling slightly in spite of himself. He couldn't get
that raven-haired vision out of his head.... "This is my last day in Rio.
Otousan's business trip is finished, and we'll be going back to Japan tomorrow
morning."

"That's too bad," Quatre said softly, slipping one arm around Duo as he stepped
up beside the other two boys. The black-haired youth turned to lean against the
window, watching them all through half-lidded eyes. "I know for a fact that
your dance partner wanted to see you again before your trip was over."

"You've seen her?" Heero asked, unable to keep his eagerness out of his voice.
Duo laughed brightly.

"We see 'her' all the time!" he said cheerfully. "'She' wanted me to give you a message, if you think you'll have time to go before you head home..."

Heero blinked in confusion. "Go where?"

"La Gatita Negra," Duo said, holding out a scrap of paper with an address
scribbled onto it. "We all hang out there all the time, and that's where
'she'll' be tonight if you wanna say good-bye in person."

Heero took the paper, glanced over the address and nodded. As he turned to
leave, he thought he saw the boy leaning against the window smiled slightly to
himself.

~Somewhere in time she will come back to me
And I'll spend my whole life beside her~

Heero arrived at the club before nine o'clock. When he walked in, he was struck
by the grace and beauty of all the people inside. Some were male, some female,
all moved with the same sinuous grace. He, however, was searching for one sinuous form in particular. He spotted Duo and Quatre making out in one corner
of the room; the boy who had been with them before was making his way towards
the dance floor to join the throng there. It wasn't until cheers and cries of
"Dance with me next!" came from the crowd that Heero turned his attention back
to the dancers. And his eyes widened in surprise as he realized who had
attracted the attention of the club goers.

The dark-haired boy moved with a fluid grace from one partner to the next, eyes
closed and a small blissful smile touching his lips. He refused to be held for
too long by anyone, male or female, swirling away from each one as he allowed
the music to move him.

Another pair of arms caught him as the song ended. His eyes flew open abruptly, anger flaring to life in them for just a moment before he caught sight of just
*who* had managed to ensnare him. Then they lit up brightly, sparkling as brightly as they had during Carnival. "Heero."

"Hey, Spanish Eyes," he replied softly, then leaned down and pressed a gentle
kiss to the other boy's lips. One that was returned with the same fierce
intensity as ever one before that.

From their corner of the room, Duo and Quatre grinned at one another.

"Didn't I tell you that Heero wouldn't care that Wu's a guy?"

"Yes, you did, love. Now shut up and kiss me."

Duo snickered and quickly complied.

~We were dancing in the summer rain
We were dancing through the night
I never knew her real name
So I called her Spanish Eyes
Spanish Eyes...
Spanish Eyes...~

OWARI