Plastic 12

Quatre had told Heero that he believed the stranger’s story, and he’d thought he meant it. Even before, when they only had Duo’s word on the matter, Quatre had, if not exactly believed, at least been ready to believe. But the truth was that, until this very moment, he hadn’t known what it was to believe.

Dizzy and extremely startled, he was clinging to the stranger with both hands as if he would fall when he released him. Thinking that he actually might, he didn’t let go for several moments after it — whatever it was — had ended, despite his embarrassment at suddenly finding himself clutching a man he’d just admitted he was attracted to.

They stood now in the grass in a park that Quatre recognized only after almost a full minute of astonished confusion as being across the street from the restaurant they’d just vacated. Deep shadow cast by a grove of trees, which hid that street from sight, surrounded them, and their advent had startled (besides Quatre) at least two rabbits into bolting.

Evening had set in, and their current unexpected location was far from any of the street-lights that made the edges of the park glow; as Quatre looked up into the stranger’s eyes, however, he thought they caught some inexplicable light source he could not see and reflected it in uncanny green. There seemed to be a strange glow about the man’s face, too: a pale, sickly luminance coating his skin like moisture. Oddly, this did nothing to diminish the attractiveness of the face, only increased its pathos somehow. The man smelled not unpleasantly of old books.

The stranger released him, gently disentangling himself from Quatre’s grip, and stepped aside. “Excuse me,” he said again.

Quatre, still almost stunned at what had just happened, could not stop staring at him. It took him some time to find his voice, but when he did he asked, “Can you go anywhere like that?” There was an almost childlike admiration in his tone, to which he wondered how the stranger would react.

“There are limitations,” the man replied simply. “I was ready to bring one of you here; I thought it would be easier to convince you if I took you with me instead of simply vanishing myself.”

“Why me?” wondered Quatre before he could stop himself.

“You seemed less likely to attack me if I touched you,” was the excessively logical answer.

“Well, I’m convinced,” Qutare assured him.

“Good,” the man nodded. “I have to see Duo.”

With the warmth of the man’s arm still fading from Quatre’s waist, Duo’s name was a timely reminder and warning. “Of course,” Quatre said. “I’m sure Heero’s convinced too; let’s go back.”

“Shall I take you back?” the stranger proposed.

“Yes!” replied Quatre, perhaps with just a touch too much excitement.

The man didn’t seem to notice that Quatre might be flirting with him a little, however, and, stepping forward, again put an arm around him. Quatre tried to catch the words he murmured this time, but they were too unfamiliar and quick to make out. Then, with another flash and that same strange sensation as before, they had relocated from the cool of the park to the concrete of the restaurant parking lot.

Heero was as startled to see them appear as he had undoubtedly been to see them disappear. He made an inarticulate noise of surprise, and seemed ready to take hold of Quatre and drag him away from the stranger. Restraining himself, however, he merely asked, “What was that?”

“Magic,” replied the man, releasing Quatre.

Thoughtfully Heero nodded, his look of surprise fading quickly; he’d had their entire absence to get over the bulk of his shock. Quatre speculated that, beyond that, he was reflecting on the implications of what he’d seen: this essentially proved that Duo was a real person, after all.

Finally Heero looked up from where he’d been pensively staring at nothing, and met the stranger’s eyes. “Well, I believe you now,” he stated, and actually smiled a little. “So let’s go see Duo.”

The stranger seemed to relax a bit. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“We need to go back to work so I can get my car,” Quatre reminded his friend.

“I’ll take you to your car,” the stranger said.

“Really?” Quatre turned toward him eagerly.

“If it will speed things up.”

“Why not just magic all three of us to my apartment?” wondered Heero, the dryness of his tone clearly a mild reproof directed at Quatre for being frivolous.

Quatre would have had a good comeback, or at least made a face at him, if the stranger hadn’t been present with more important matters to think of. “Because we’ll both want our cars in the morning,” he replied levelly. “So we’ll meet you at home, OK?”

As Quatre turned again and took a step toward the stranger, he saw Heero shake his head as he agreed.

Once more the stranger put an arm around Quatre’s waist. This time, he leaned close to Quatre and murmured into his ear, “I need you to concentrate on the place we’re going to; picture it as clearly as you can.”

Somewhat reluctantly, Quatre closed his eyes, cutting off his view of the stranger’s, and imagined the parking lot at work. He felt the man pull him just a little closer, and then, with the same bizarre sensation of momentary weightlessness as before, they were gone.

Previous (Part 11) | Chapter Index | Next (Part 13)

Quatre’s already crushing so hard, heh.

10 thoughts on “Plastic 12

  1. HURRAH!

    I wonder why Trowa glows so… I love the “he’s hawt, but I guess he’s had a couple hundred year thing for Duo” that Quatre’s angsting over. I love the PREMIS, I am JEALOUS of your creativity! How well hung IS Duo and why won’t Heero get him something more substantial than a paper towel (although, honestly, I’d probably keep him nakers myself… and I can totally see a bachelor using paper towels in such a fashion should he find himself in posession of a naked doll)

    moar pleaze!

    1. You will find out about the glowing :D And I’m really glad you like the bit with Quatre angsting, because that’s going to go on for a while yet. As for how well-hung Duo is, well… that also will be revealed XD

      Thanks for your nice comments! I’m glad you’re liking the story!

  2. Wow, this is so exhilarating. XDD I can’t wait to see what you’re going to throw at us next! I want to know how they are so old and still look young, though. I suppose that’s part of the magic, too, but I’d love to hear that explained.

    Looking forward mightily to your next installment, and hopefully another pic from Link! This is so original and exciting! Thanks for sharing!

    1. Thanks so much; I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story! Yes, the age thing will be addressed, and you won’t be the only one to wonder about it :D

      Also, there will be more Link pictures! (Since I’m getting paid routinely again) Just as soon as she has the chance to draw ^__^

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.