Unfortunately, by some twisted and cruel fate, I do not own Gundam Wing. I
also do not own Bush or Musician's Friend magazine. In short, I have been
robbed of all things good in the world. Nah, I'm joking. Anyway, sorry
this took me so long to get up. I should be updating at a much faster pace
now. Things were crazy around here for a while. Thanks for those of you
still around for having patience. Hope you like! Enjoy. ^-^
The Science of Things
Chapter 01 : Adhesion
Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy sat in Heero's dorm room, for once, peacefully. Heero was sitting at his desk, working as usual. As was also expected, Duo was relaxing, a skill he had acquired with years of practice.
"Hot damn! That is sweet."
Heero cocked an eyebrow, still typing on his laptop, papers strewn (neatly as possible) around him. "Did you just say 'hot damn'?"
Duo shrugged and looked at him. "And if I did?"
"Never mind." Heero wasn't in the mood to argue about how country the phrase sounded. He turned back to his papers, then looked back at Duo, who was lost in his often dirty and/or twisted thoughts. Heero sighed; Duo had that look in his eyes. Stopping his friend before he got big ideas never failed to be worth the effort. "Wait. What magazine is that anyway?"
"What do you care?"
"I didn't say that I did. I just want to know." Duo had a past that dabbled, for lack of a better word, in thievery. Heero just wanted to know where he was stealing from, if indeed that was the case. It was only a magazine, but who knew what would "fall" into his hands next.
Duo nodded. Heero could tell a somewhat convincing lie when he set his mind to it. "Sports Illustrated. Swimsuit Edition."
Heero should have known. "Where did you get it?"
Duo crossed his arms. "Why should I give you the name of my supplier?"
"I'm just curious."
"Let's just say that a member of the staff is a big fan who has," Duo ruffled the pages, "more than one secret like this they're hiding."
Heero didn't want to know anything else. He mentally counted to ten, taking his time to do so in several different languages. He really shouldn't care about what Duo did with his time, but since everyone knew that the two of them were friends, if that was the title of choice, he had to keep tabs on him. Duo had a blackmailing fetish, and enjoyed making Heero the accomplice in situations of which he wasn't even aware. Heero was starting to see a benefit in becoming more social. There would be more people to vouch for his side of the story. But other than that...he preferred being alone.
"Want a page?" Duo asked casually.
Maybe this would end sooner if he just complied. "Sure, pass it over."
Instead of receiving a single page, the whole magazine was tossed to him. Heero was confused; this wasn't what he had expected. "If I didn't already know you were, I would accuse you of being insane. This page has guitars on it. I expected...something else."
Duo nodded. "Congratulations, Einstein. Pick the one you like the best."
"I thought you said this was a swimsuit magazine."
Duo gasped, feigning shock. "He has primal male urges. Who knew?"
Heero stared at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that half the school probably thinks you're gay."
"No doubt a rumor started by you."
Duo held his hands up, almost as if he were blocking himself from the blame. "Hey, I didn't say I started it, I just didn't do much to stop it."
"You're lucky I don't care about what people think of me."
"Oh yes, that would mean calling upon your never-present emotions." Duo said casually.
"Don't you mean "ever-present?" Everyone has emotions, whether they manifest them or not."
"I meant exactly what I said."
"Why are you having me look at guitars anyway?"
"Hold on, hold on. Just tell me which one you like. It's not difficult."
Heero nodded and looked over the page. Many of them looked good. The one that he was drawn to had black hardware and finish, with skull-and- bones inlays on the neck. If he was going to choose any of them, that would be the one he would choose. Duo leaned over his shoulder as he pointed. "I like that one."
Duo snapped his fingers. "Ha! I knew it you would pick that one! The Kirk Hammett Signature." He flipped to another page. "And look, they have a skull guitar strap." Duo had obviously memorized all the "important" pages. "I guarantee you'll love this. A black coffin guitar case."
The smile on Heero's face was not one that Duo would soon forget.
The Science of Things
Chapter 01 : Adhesion
Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy sat in Heero's dorm room, for once, peacefully. Heero was sitting at his desk, working as usual. As was also expected, Duo was relaxing, a skill he had acquired with years of practice.
"Hot damn! That is sweet."
Heero cocked an eyebrow, still typing on his laptop, papers strewn (neatly as possible) around him. "Did you just say 'hot damn'?"
Duo shrugged and looked at him. "And if I did?"
"Never mind." Heero wasn't in the mood to argue about how country the phrase sounded. He turned back to his papers, then looked back at Duo, who was lost in his often dirty and/or twisted thoughts. Heero sighed; Duo had that look in his eyes. Stopping his friend before he got big ideas never failed to be worth the effort. "Wait. What magazine is that anyway?"
"What do you care?"
"I didn't say that I did. I just want to know." Duo had a past that dabbled, for lack of a better word, in thievery. Heero just wanted to know where he was stealing from, if indeed that was the case. It was only a magazine, but who knew what would "fall" into his hands next.
Duo nodded. Heero could tell a somewhat convincing lie when he set his mind to it. "Sports Illustrated. Swimsuit Edition."
Heero should have known. "Where did you get it?"
Duo crossed his arms. "Why should I give you the name of my supplier?"
"I'm just curious."
"Let's just say that a member of the staff is a big fan who has," Duo ruffled the pages, "more than one secret like this they're hiding."
Heero didn't want to know anything else. He mentally counted to ten, taking his time to do so in several different languages. He really shouldn't care about what Duo did with his time, but since everyone knew that the two of them were friends, if that was the title of choice, he had to keep tabs on him. Duo had a blackmailing fetish, and enjoyed making Heero the accomplice in situations of which he wasn't even aware. Heero was starting to see a benefit in becoming more social. There would be more people to vouch for his side of the story. But other than that...he preferred being alone.
"Want a page?" Duo asked casually.
Maybe this would end sooner if he just complied. "Sure, pass it over."
Instead of receiving a single page, the whole magazine was tossed to him. Heero was confused; this wasn't what he had expected. "If I didn't already know you were, I would accuse you of being insane. This page has guitars on it. I expected...something else."
Duo nodded. "Congratulations, Einstein. Pick the one you like the best."
"I thought you said this was a swimsuit magazine."
Duo gasped, feigning shock. "He has primal male urges. Who knew?"
Heero stared at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that half the school probably thinks you're gay."
"No doubt a rumor started by you."
Duo held his hands up, almost as if he were blocking himself from the blame. "Hey, I didn't say I started it, I just didn't do much to stop it."
"You're lucky I don't care about what people think of me."
"Oh yes, that would mean calling upon your never-present emotions." Duo said casually.
"Don't you mean "ever-present?" Everyone has emotions, whether they manifest them or not."
"I meant exactly what I said."
"Why are you having me look at guitars anyway?"
"Hold on, hold on. Just tell me which one you like. It's not difficult."
Heero nodded and looked over the page. Many of them looked good. The one that he was drawn to had black hardware and finish, with skull-and- bones inlays on the neck. If he was going to choose any of them, that would be the one he would choose. Duo leaned over his shoulder as he pointed. "I like that one."
Duo snapped his fingers. "Ha! I knew it you would pick that one! The Kirk Hammett Signature." He flipped to another page. "And look, they have a skull guitar strap." Duo had obviously memorized all the "important" pages. "I guarantee you'll love this. A black coffin guitar case."
The smile on Heero's face was not one that Duo would soon forget.
