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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters or anything much else for that matter.don't sue me! It's a FAN fic!
Part 1
Click, click, tap, tap. Heero was up late again working. Refusing himself any comfort, Heero chose the stiffest chair in the spacious library of the Winner mansion. Heero had a "fondness" (if you could call it that) for the library. The solitary atmosphere allowed him to work in peace, with out having his danger senses flaring.
Even the perfect soldier gets worn out, though. Heero shut down his trusty laptop, rubbed his temples, and dragged himself to the kitchen. He groggily located the coffee grounds and made himself a nice big cup of tar- coffee. As he was walking back to the library, a figure moved in the shadows. Heero's danger senses flared; he threw his coffee cup at his assailant, which was dodged with practiced ease. Heero fell into a battle crouch and drew his well-concealed gun. He tried the near impossible task of aiming a gun at a shadow, but the shadow knocked the gun out of his hands like lightening. Heero, still willing to fight until the end, threw a punch, but was unfortunately too slow. His attacker had closed in. The attacker flung himself at Heero, taking him to the ground. Heero was pinned to the ground. He looked up into a grinning face. "You break more coffee mugs that way."
"Duo."
Duo laughed. "Got you, 'Oh Spandex One'. Perfect Soldier my ass!"
Heero glared death at Duo. "Get off me."
He shuddered and rolled off Heero. "That's jus' creepy."
"Hmph."
Heero laboriously pulled himself off the tiling. "What are you doing up? Did you stay up just so you can assault people getting a cup of coffee?"
"Heero, getting coffee at one o'clock in the morning just ain't right. I'm teaching you a lesson."
Death glare in Duo's direction.
"It's not working; you need sleep. Go to bed before I sedate you."
The already-sedated-looking Heero tried the look once again, with no avail, then dragged himself off to bed. Five minutes later, when Duo checked to make sure he wasn't lying, Heero was fast asleep. This relieved Duo. Heero hasn't slept more than five hours a night for over a month. The poor guy was always at his laptop. Duo suspected something was wrong, but knew enough not to pry. Heero would tell when he thought best. Duo crept downstairs and cleaned up the coffee mess.
The sound of percolation and sizzling meat, and the smell of breakfast slowly woke the Winner estate. After the action of the night before, Duo couldn't sleep, so he was awake first. Heero was the last to join the table. His hair was tousled and his eyes were still fogged over from sleep. He plopped himself across from Duo. "Hmph."
"Good Morning Sunshine!"
This remark irked the soldier. "Never call me sunshine, ever. You save me anything?"
Duo replied through a pancake-filled mouth, "Um.welf I Fink I."
Quatre, who was sipping his morning tea, corrected Duo's behavior. "Duo, it's disgusting when you show us your food." Then, to Heero, "There's more food in the kitchen. I'll go get some." Quatre excused himself from the table to get Heero the remains of breakfast. Heero rubbed his temples. Duo looked over at his comrade. Heero was acting really strange lately, and come to think of it, he did look a bit pale. "Heero, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." His head dropped to the table and his body went limp.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters or anything much else for that matter.don't sue me! It's a FAN fic!
Part 1
Click, click, tap, tap. Heero was up late again working. Refusing himself any comfort, Heero chose the stiffest chair in the spacious library of the Winner mansion. Heero had a "fondness" (if you could call it that) for the library. The solitary atmosphere allowed him to work in peace, with out having his danger senses flaring.
Even the perfect soldier gets worn out, though. Heero shut down his trusty laptop, rubbed his temples, and dragged himself to the kitchen. He groggily located the coffee grounds and made himself a nice big cup of tar- coffee. As he was walking back to the library, a figure moved in the shadows. Heero's danger senses flared; he threw his coffee cup at his assailant, which was dodged with practiced ease. Heero fell into a battle crouch and drew his well-concealed gun. He tried the near impossible task of aiming a gun at a shadow, but the shadow knocked the gun out of his hands like lightening. Heero, still willing to fight until the end, threw a punch, but was unfortunately too slow. His attacker had closed in. The attacker flung himself at Heero, taking him to the ground. Heero was pinned to the ground. He looked up into a grinning face. "You break more coffee mugs that way."
"Duo."
Duo laughed. "Got you, 'Oh Spandex One'. Perfect Soldier my ass!"
Heero glared death at Duo. "Get off me."
He shuddered and rolled off Heero. "That's jus' creepy."
"Hmph."
Heero laboriously pulled himself off the tiling. "What are you doing up? Did you stay up just so you can assault people getting a cup of coffee?"
"Heero, getting coffee at one o'clock in the morning just ain't right. I'm teaching you a lesson."
Death glare in Duo's direction.
"It's not working; you need sleep. Go to bed before I sedate you."
The already-sedated-looking Heero tried the look once again, with no avail, then dragged himself off to bed. Five minutes later, when Duo checked to make sure he wasn't lying, Heero was fast asleep. This relieved Duo. Heero hasn't slept more than five hours a night for over a month. The poor guy was always at his laptop. Duo suspected something was wrong, but knew enough not to pry. Heero would tell when he thought best. Duo crept downstairs and cleaned up the coffee mess.
The sound of percolation and sizzling meat, and the smell of breakfast slowly woke the Winner estate. After the action of the night before, Duo couldn't sleep, so he was awake first. Heero was the last to join the table. His hair was tousled and his eyes were still fogged over from sleep. He plopped himself across from Duo. "Hmph."
"Good Morning Sunshine!"
This remark irked the soldier. "Never call me sunshine, ever. You save me anything?"
Duo replied through a pancake-filled mouth, "Um.welf I Fink I."
Quatre, who was sipping his morning tea, corrected Duo's behavior. "Duo, it's disgusting when you show us your food." Then, to Heero, "There's more food in the kitchen. I'll go get some." Quatre excused himself from the table to get Heero the remains of breakfast. Heero rubbed his temples. Duo looked over at his comrade. Heero was acting really strange lately, and come to think of it, he did look a bit pale. "Heero, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." His head dropped to the table and his body went limp.