All the Stars in the Sky [Chapter 1]
Title: A Rough Start
Originally Published: Mar. 29, 2006
Pairing: Fred/Gene
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,041
Summary: Fred and Gene. It'd take a miracle, and a very persistent one at that. All the stars in the sky would fall first, right? You'd better get ready for the meteor shower.
Disclaimer: Outlaw Star characters, settings, plot devices, and references do not belong to me.
Warnings: Maybe some language.
A/N: An abandoned ongoing series of Fred/Gene from Outlaw Star, one of the best anime ever, written for 30_kisses. My idea for it was to write all 30 kisses as individual chapters in a giant epic Fred/Gene fic. Real life took me away from this and my other ongoing anime fic, but I still have ideas for both. It's probably too late to do anything with either of them though. :/ Posted here at 30_kisses and here at ff.net.
Red
There are a lot of red things in the universe. Out of those, few express the kind of raging passion, the bold determination, and the sheer fiery spirit that the colour stands for. Fewer still embrace this part of their identity and truly live up to it.
“It’s that one part of you, Gene…unmistakable from any distance, and now quite an infamous way of giving yourself away.”
“Huh?”
Fred laughed softly. “Oh nothing; I’ll just do anything to get that adorable confused look on your face,” he said, twisting a lock of Gene’s hair around one finger playfully. They were both seated on the sofa in Fred’s office, a little too closely for Gene’s tastes.
Gene yanked his head out of range. “Knock that off, Fred. I came here to talk business, remember?”
“We can get right down to business if you want, Gene,” Fred replied, throwing an arm around the other man’s shoulders and leaning in close. “Now…what kind of business did you have in mind?”
“Definitely not the same kind as you have in yours,” Gene grumbled, trying to wiggle free. For his efforts the dark-haired merchant only clung tighter, throwing a leg over his own as well. “Hey!”
“Gene…” Fred breathed the name out, staring into Gene’s dark eyes. The redhead froze, desperate not to close the distance between them.
“Urk…what are you doing?!” Gene said after a pause, redoubling his efforts at gaining freedom.
“Gene,” Fred drawled out again with a small smile. “How long have we known each other now?”
“Too long in my book,” Gene grumbled, managing to squeeze out of Fred’s grasp enough to slither further down the sofa. He stopped for a second to regain his breath, having had it nearly hugged out of him. He realized his mistake in this, however, when Fred took the chance to crawl atop him and pin him to the sofa. “Get off me!” he hollered, trying to push him off. Fred was surprisingly unmoved.
“Gene,” he repeated, bringing his face a mere breath away from the redhead’s; Gene was suddenly silenced. “Do you remember when we first met all those years ago?”
“W-we were just brats, Fred, our dad’s knew each other from way back,” Gene said quickly before the amorous merchant leaned in any closer.
“Isn’t that so…” Fred said softly, almost to himself. “Maybe you don’t remember after all.” He slipped slowly off of Gene, drawing back pensively.
Gene breathed a sigh of relief and sat back up. “What’s to remember anyway? My dad had to take me along to the store one day when you happened to be there. Not much else to it.”
“Hmm,” Fred smiled to himself. “I should be hurt at how you could have forgotten our fated first meeting, Gene. But I think I can forgive you.”
Gene blinked confusedly. “You’re not gonna raise my debt to you as revenge, are you?” he asked, eyes going wide at the mere thought.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t do a thing like that! Especially not when I know you’ll be needing me to supply your ship soon and for who knows how many years afterward,” Fred replied, rubbing the rim of his ear between his thumb and forefinger. Somehow Gene didn’t look very relieved to hear this. “No, I’ll forgive you if you let me tell you how we first met!”
“Is that really all?” Gene asked, frowning.
“Of course! I’m not cold-hearted like you, after all,” Fred added sulkily. “Now, Gene; do you know what first led me to start liking you?”
Gene was thrown off by the sudden question. “Uh….”
“Much as I desire to hear more of your low manly grunting, no that’s not it.” He paused to relish the faint pink tint coming into Gene’s cheeks even through his frown before continuing. “On that day when we first met, I saw you walk into our shop behind your father. You were a gangly thing back then…you kind of are even now, as a matter of fact,” he added, sizing up the lanky man in front of him.
“Are you goin’ somewhere with this?” Gene asked irritably, crossing his arms defensively in front of his chest.
Fred chuckled. “You weren’t as surly or sulky though, that’s for sure. Not around your father.”
Gene didn’t say anything to that, only staring straight ahead of him.
“Anyway…” Fred continued, softening. “You walked in, and it immediately caught my eye and captured my heart.”
“What did?” Gene was forced to ask after a pause.
“That special thing about you that everyone is inevitably drawn to; the thing that drives them wild; that thing that makes you you, something far more powerful than your reputation or determined spirit.”
Gene gave him a look that clearly said, ‘What the hell can you be blabbering about, you florid lunatic?’ that made Fred’s smile widen. He didn’t say anything further though, and once again Gene was forced to speak. “…Um…what is that?”
“Your hair, of course,” Fred said, beaming with an almost catlike grin.
Gene nearly fell over at the anticlimactic response, finally dropping his guard. Not one to waste an opportunity this golden, Fred pounced forward onto the unsuspecting redhead and planted a nipping kiss right on his lips.
Wide-eyed with shock at the dark-haired man’s audacity, Gene was too stunned to react, if only for a split second. He quickly regained his senses and shoved Fred off of him and scrambled off the couch, panting.
“Oh? Did I really take your breath away, Gene?” Fred purred, still on the couch.
Gene made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and struggled to find the words to express just how much he did not appreciate that comment. “You--! You can’t just--! What the f--! ARGH!!!” And with that final snarl of rage, Gene turned on his heel and ran for the door, not even bothering to slam it shut for all he was worth.
Fred let out a tiny sigh and turned onto his back on the couch. “Well, that could have gone better. But it could have gone a lot worse too…” Hugging a throw pillow to his chest, Fred couldn’t suppress a light giggle. “And he’ll be back.”
Originally Published: Mar. 29, 2006
Pairing: Fred/Gene
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,041
Summary: Fred and Gene. It'd take a miracle, and a very persistent one at that. All the stars in the sky would fall first, right? You'd better get ready for the meteor shower.
Disclaimer: Outlaw Star characters, settings, plot devices, and references do not belong to me.
Warnings: Maybe some language.
A/N: An abandoned ongoing series of Fred/Gene from Outlaw Star, one of the best anime ever, written for 30_kisses. My idea for it was to write all 30 kisses as individual chapters in a giant epic Fred/Gene fic. Real life took me away from this and my other ongoing anime fic, but I still have ideas for both. It's probably too late to do anything with either of them though. :/ Posted here at 30_kisses and here at ff.net.
Red
There are a lot of red things in the universe. Out of those, few express the kind of raging passion, the bold determination, and the sheer fiery spirit that the colour stands for. Fewer still embrace this part of their identity and truly live up to it.
“It’s that one part of you, Gene…unmistakable from any distance, and now quite an infamous way of giving yourself away.”
“Huh?”
Fred laughed softly. “Oh nothing; I’ll just do anything to get that adorable confused look on your face,” he said, twisting a lock of Gene’s hair around one finger playfully. They were both seated on the sofa in Fred’s office, a little too closely for Gene’s tastes.
Gene yanked his head out of range. “Knock that off, Fred. I came here to talk business, remember?”
“We can get right down to business if you want, Gene,” Fred replied, throwing an arm around the other man’s shoulders and leaning in close. “Now…what kind of business did you have in mind?”
“Definitely not the same kind as you have in yours,” Gene grumbled, trying to wiggle free. For his efforts the dark-haired merchant only clung tighter, throwing a leg over his own as well. “Hey!”
“Gene…” Fred breathed the name out, staring into Gene’s dark eyes. The redhead froze, desperate not to close the distance between them.
“Urk…what are you doing?!” Gene said after a pause, redoubling his efforts at gaining freedom.
“Gene,” Fred drawled out again with a small smile. “How long have we known each other now?”
“Too long in my book,” Gene grumbled, managing to squeeze out of Fred’s grasp enough to slither further down the sofa. He stopped for a second to regain his breath, having had it nearly hugged out of him. He realized his mistake in this, however, when Fred took the chance to crawl atop him and pin him to the sofa. “Get off me!” he hollered, trying to push him off. Fred was surprisingly unmoved.
“Gene,” he repeated, bringing his face a mere breath away from the redhead’s; Gene was suddenly silenced. “Do you remember when we first met all those years ago?”
“W-we were just brats, Fred, our dad’s knew each other from way back,” Gene said quickly before the amorous merchant leaned in any closer.
“Isn’t that so…” Fred said softly, almost to himself. “Maybe you don’t remember after all.” He slipped slowly off of Gene, drawing back pensively.
Gene breathed a sigh of relief and sat back up. “What’s to remember anyway? My dad had to take me along to the store one day when you happened to be there. Not much else to it.”
“Hmm,” Fred smiled to himself. “I should be hurt at how you could have forgotten our fated first meeting, Gene. But I think I can forgive you.”
Gene blinked confusedly. “You’re not gonna raise my debt to you as revenge, are you?” he asked, eyes going wide at the mere thought.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t do a thing like that! Especially not when I know you’ll be needing me to supply your ship soon and for who knows how many years afterward,” Fred replied, rubbing the rim of his ear between his thumb and forefinger. Somehow Gene didn’t look very relieved to hear this. “No, I’ll forgive you if you let me tell you how we first met!”
“Is that really all?” Gene asked, frowning.
“Of course! I’m not cold-hearted like you, after all,” Fred added sulkily. “Now, Gene; do you know what first led me to start liking you?”
Gene was thrown off by the sudden question. “Uh….”
“Much as I desire to hear more of your low manly grunting, no that’s not it.” He paused to relish the faint pink tint coming into Gene’s cheeks even through his frown before continuing. “On that day when we first met, I saw you walk into our shop behind your father. You were a gangly thing back then…you kind of are even now, as a matter of fact,” he added, sizing up the lanky man in front of him.
“Are you goin’ somewhere with this?” Gene asked irritably, crossing his arms defensively in front of his chest.
Fred chuckled. “You weren’t as surly or sulky though, that’s for sure. Not around your father.”
Gene didn’t say anything to that, only staring straight ahead of him.
“Anyway…” Fred continued, softening. “You walked in, and it immediately caught my eye and captured my heart.”
“What did?” Gene was forced to ask after a pause.
“That special thing about you that everyone is inevitably drawn to; the thing that drives them wild; that thing that makes you you, something far more powerful than your reputation or determined spirit.”
Gene gave him a look that clearly said, ‘What the hell can you be blabbering about, you florid lunatic?’ that made Fred’s smile widen. He didn’t say anything further though, and once again Gene was forced to speak. “…Um…what is that?”
“Your hair, of course,” Fred said, beaming with an almost catlike grin.
Gene nearly fell over at the anticlimactic response, finally dropping his guard. Not one to waste an opportunity this golden, Fred pounced forward onto the unsuspecting redhead and planted a nipping kiss right on his lips.
Wide-eyed with shock at the dark-haired man’s audacity, Gene was too stunned to react, if only for a split second. He quickly regained his senses and shoved Fred off of him and scrambled off the couch, panting.
“Oh? Did I really take your breath away, Gene?” Fred purred, still on the couch.
Gene made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and struggled to find the words to express just how much he did not appreciate that comment. “You--! You can’t just--! What the f--! ARGH!!!” And with that final snarl of rage, Gene turned on his heel and ran for the door, not even bothering to slam it shut for all he was worth.
Fred let out a tiny sigh and turned onto his back on the couch. “Well, that could have gone better. But it could have gone a lot worse too…” Hugging a throw pillow to his chest, Fred couldn’t suppress a light giggle. “And he’ll be back.”