A/N : I wanted to get this piece out its dedicated to Lena and Akuma. Genki da ne!
Disclaimers: I don’t own any famous characters… but if you want to give
them
to me ;-)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairings: brief 3x4 future 2x1 if Duo cooperates
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, OOC, crossovers, Silliness, Bishounen ogling. Duo’s
potty mouth.
Status: Unbetaed

Barbie Dolls and Marzipan 2/?

Heero made it to class just as the last ceremony was ending. He watched
in
wide-eyed interest as a young man in an outfit like his cousin Nabiki
wore
at services smiled indulgently at the couple and murmured,
“You may kiss the bride, Touya.”
Instead of moving the broad shouldered boy who definitely looked to old
to
be a student blushed and looked away. The blonde girl who was obviously
his
bride gloomped on to him with a squeal and proceeded to give him a kiss
that
made everyone blush. Heero's eyes grew even larger, so this was an
American
wedding ceremony? Weren't they a little young to be married?
Heero saw Relena stand up and glance at the clock worriedly. Then she
turned
to the only person in the room who wasn't with a partner disappointment
lighting her features. Heero could feel his heart begin to race as he
stared
at the other boy. He wasn’t just gorgeous, he was ‘excuse me while I
drool
on my shoes’ gorgeous. All that long chestnut hair in an immaculate
French
braid and those brilliant cobalt eyes. He was everything Heero had ever
wanted in a seme. Damn! If only he wasn’t so shy. He finally meets the
boy
of his dreams and his tongue goes numb making speech impossible.
“I’m sorry Duo.” Relena said regretfully
“We’ll have to let Solo head to the next class room since Heero hasn’t
arrived to marry you.”
The boy.. Duo was it? He didn’t look too disappointed. Wait. Did she
just
say Heero? He was getting married? His parents would kill him…but one
look
at those eyes and he found he couldn’t really bring himself to care.
Miraculously his tongue regained its normal feeling and he found he
once
again had the ability to speak again.
“Ano? Peacecraft-sensei, Watashi wa Yuy, Heero desu.”
“I’m sorry I don’t understand Japanese young man. Please repeat
yourself in
English.” Relena said with a frown and a private wink as he remembered
he
wasn’t suppose to know her.

~

Duo couldn’t believe his luck; finally something good was happening to
him.
He had been horrified when his brother had come into the classroom
dressed
in the priest’s outfit he had gotten out of an ad in the end of marvel
comics last year. Ms. Peacecraft had explained that her teacher’s aide
would
‘conduct’ the ceremonies so they would feel this was more serious then
some
school assignment.
He had been ready to die knowing Solo would only be too happy to tell
their
adoptive parents Carrot and Milphy that he had married a boy. He would
never
escape the teasing; Carrot would probably clap him on the back and say
‘Like
father like son.’
But then surprisingly as couple after couple got married and no one
else
came into the room he began to smile. Heero never showed up! They would
probably do their fake ceremony tomorrow and his family would never
know.
Just as Ms. Peacecraft began to let him off the hook a hesitant voice
from
the door muttered something in another language. He heard the words
Yuy,
Heero and felt his heart sink to his knees.
“Please repeat yourself in English” Ms. Peacecraft said and the voice
said
softly,
“I am Heero Yuy.”
With something akin to dread he turned toward the door and saw a short
boy.
He had brown hair and blue eyes but there was no mistaking his Japanese
heritage. Duo felt a sneer stretch his lips. What kind of nerd wore
spandex
shorts and yellow sneakers to school? Usually he wasn’t this harsh with
people but he had a feeling that if he didn’t focus on those stupid
shoes he
might notice how very blue Heero’s eyes were, how silky his hair was
the way
that black spandex clung to every perf… argh He was straight Damn it!
Just because he had never been on a date meant nothing he was a late
bloomer
that’s why he never met any girls that attracted him. He hung out at
the gay
clubs because most of his friends were gay he went to straight clubs
occasionally. Just because he kept pictures of singers like the Weiss
Kreuz
boys on his locker door instead of swimsuit models like the other boys
meant
nothing. He just liked their music and costumes even if there were so
many
rumors about love triangles and orgies among the members of the band.
And
his little Yaoi collection is for the art, he just liked looking at the
pretty pictures they did nothing to him. Better not think of that or
else
his little ‘friend’ might pop up in class. And these pants hid nothing!
  TBC?

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