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Coast

Coast

Part 1

Aryam

Summary: Heero is a writer going to the beach searching inspiration, and he finds more than he expected. He is going to find a new life and maybe a new meaning to his happiness and his art. AU, POV, lemon. R&R, please!

Couples: 1x2, unrequited R+1 e maybe others.

A/N: I apologize to the surf community, I made my research, but the only way to actually understand a different culture is to live it. I tried to make more believable as possible, but sorry if there are too many mistakes with the slangs. Please, report to me if you find one too many. The beach is fictional as it is their way of life.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t own the characters, so I kidnap them and brought them to a distant beach.

Dedicated: To my wonderful and patient beta-reader, Jewel of Hell. Thank you so much! She is also an amazing writer, so go read her stuff, too!



Coast

Part 1

Aryam


Summary: Heero is a writer going to the beach searching inspiration, and he finds more than he expected. He is going to find a new life and maybe a new meaning to his happiness and his art. AU, POV, lemon. R&R, please!

Couples: 1x2, unrequited R+1 e maybe others.

A/N: I apologize to the surf community, I made my research, but the only way to actually understand a different culture is to live it. I tried to make more believable as possible, but sorry if there are too many mistakes with the slangs. Please, report to me if you find one too many. The beach is fictional as it is their way of life.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t own the characters, so I kidnap them and brought them to a distant beach.

Dedicated: To my wonderful and patient beta-reader, Jewel of Hell. Thank you so much! She is also an amazing writer, so go read her stuff, too!


“Heero, I’m sure it was the other way!” she said, obviously getting confused again with the map she held.

“No, Relena, it wasn’t.” I held the steering wheel tight, already extremely pissed with her complaints.

Relena convinced me to take her with me on this trip to the coast. She probably thought I didn’t realize her true intentions. She always said that I was ‘too shy and needed a little push’. I have no doubt about her plans to seduce me on the beach..

If she hadn’t offered to pay for it, she would never be here now by my side trying to tell me what to do. During the whole trip, she warned me to go slower, to not overtake the other car that way. Changing the radio stations saying she doesn’t like my classic rock cd’s. Asking me to stop every half a hour to eat or go to the bathroom or just to look at the stores on the road. Complaining about the toll prices and going on a political monologue. Now insisting that I’m going the wrong way.

Needless to say, I have had enough.

“But the map says that you should've taken the left, we…”

“Alright Relena, so let’s go that way.”

She shrieked when I abruptly turned the car and looked at me even more surprised when I stopped in front of a motel.

“Get out of the car.”

“What?” You didn’t expect that, did you?

I got out of my car, opened the trunk and unloaded the huge pink luggage. Going around to the passager side, I opened the door and as gently as I could, pulled her out and closed the door. Then I went back to the driver’s side, got back in, and hit the gas, ignoring the desperate screams. I sighed in relief.

Relena had a mobile and money, and I left her in front of a place where she could spend the night. Not to mention a coast city was really close by. No, I would not feel guilty.

Since Relena took the map with her, I got lost. So I gave up trying to find my way back. With my favorite cd playing, I just stopped caring to where I was going.

Eventually, I got to a small town – well, it looked more like a village. I asked some passer-bys where I could surf in a place nearby. Some of them looked surprise to have a tourist, they probably didn’t get many visitors. They hesitated, but a guy pointed to a path, telling me there was a beach used by the local surfers.

I decided to just leave my car parked near the path.

I shouldered my backpack and walked into the woods, following the indicated way. I wouldn’t have even noticed it if the guy hadn’t shown it to me.

I walked for more than an hour. Tired, hungry and lost, I considered going back when I finally heard the sea and saw the sun.

When I stepped onto the white sand I felt a great relief. It was so clean and soft. It was almost deserted – I saw just a few people around. Some surfers here and there and some children playing volleyball.

I sat close to the water so my toes could get wet with the waves coming and going. The water was so clean – almost transparent. The beach was small, surrounded by palm trees and hills. Like a Paradise.

I pulled my notebook from my backpack and lost myself in the sounds and sensations of my surroundings. The light breeze and the beauty around me immediately giving me the inspiration I so badly needed.

I was calmly writing when a bunch of surfer guys, laughing and singing, told me ‘Aloha tourist’ before they took my backpack and ran. I immediately bolted after them, furious to see my clothes and belongings being thrown all over the place. I snarled for them to stop. It obviously didn’t work since they threw some books right on my feet. I ended up tripping, shamefully falling right on my face. Hard. The sand didn’t seem so soft anymore. Shit…

I heard the laughter around me. Ignoring it, I tried to get up with the little dignity I had left, but a pair of tanned feet stepped into my line of sight. I followed the legs that went with them, realizing how strong and slender they were. Nice. And the body that followed wasn’t bad at all. The short wetsuit made it pretty obvious the person in front of me was male, but either way I practically drooled for that wet walking dream. The firm muscles, perfectly proportioned, to make anyone green with envy. But the face… I have never seen eyes shine so much and with such an exotic color. He had his hands on his waist and glared at the others who were harassing me.

“Hey Solo! Leave the guy alone!” his voice sounded strong.

“Ah Duo, come on. The guy is a haole, and this is our secret point!”

“Beat it, Solo.”

The blond one glanced at me in disdain. Calling his friends, they left, still laughing at my expense. I restrained myself from chasing after him just to rip his head off. When I turned around again, a hand stretched out to me. The boy helped me get up, and just then I noted a long braid hanging over his shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

I glanced around, searching for my things, and it didn’t surprise me to see them floating in the ocean. I couldn’t help sighing to myself.

“Sorry ‘bout that” the attractive guy said, looking genuinely worried.

“Don’t worry about it” I turned and started gathering my books. “Are they always like that with outsiders?”

“Well…” he bent over to help me pick up my stuff and I discreetly glanced at his perfect neoprene-covered back “This beach is a boondock and things here are… different.”

“Excuse me, boon-what?”

“Boondock. It’s really unknown, away from everything. We don’t deal well with tourists.”

“But you…”

“I studied in the city” he explained and we went on picking up my belongings “The community here is peaceful, and they don’t like outsiders. Ya know, make things too crowded, too much pollution.”

“So you're against progress?” I asked with a lack of sensibility that surprised even myself.

“No” he laughed “we just defend a peculiar way of life and we don’t want others messing with it. Dude, like I said, we just want to live in peace.”

“I see.” I didn’t, actually, but I couldn’t come up with anything better to say.

Some of my clothes floated already a little far from the shore. I put down my backpack and walked slowly to the sea. I heard that laughter again, and the boy with long hair ran past me. He dove into the sea as though he belonged there, swimming with the fishs.

He gathered my clothes and calmly came back without seeming to mind one bit the waves between his legs. All I could do was stare, probably open mouthed, as the late afternoon sun reflected off the drops sliding down his amazing body.

I should be tired of pointing out how gorgeous he is, but the more I looked the more I wanted to keep looking – and drown – in the sight of him.

I think I got lost in heaven.


To be continued…

Author’s e-mail: maymacallyster(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)br


Glossary:

Aloha – literally it has a lot of meanings. In Hawaiian culture, is like a divine invocation and it can be used as ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’.

Short wetsuit aquatic clothes made of neoprene (synthetic rubber) to protect the body from the cold. This model has short sleeves and short legs.

Haole – it can be used in a pejorative way. Basically is for tourists and/or outsiders surfers. It´s used to call fake surfers as well.

Secret Point – self explanatory, a secret place with great waves just know by the locals.

Thanks for reading! Please review! I want and need to know what do you think. Like it? Let me know! Didn’t like it? Why not? How can I do better?

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