Koibito Hen
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.16.01
Weeeeeell, this is my first Gundam fic. I have studied others' many a day and I finally believe I'm ready. *deep, calming breaths* Let's do it!
Disclamier...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, quite unfortunatly. I'm not doing this money either, even more unfortunate. I need money! ;__;
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Duo Maxwell grinned evily as he manuevered Deathscythe away from the enemy mobile suits' blasts. Rising the glowing scythe high over his head, he brought down the blade, slashing the two suits cleanly. The blew up instantly behind him. The battle! In its heat, it was pure esctasy for him. But a sadness loomed in the back of his head, bringing him back to reality when he had gone too far. Glancing up, he looked at how Heero Yuy in Wing Zero was doing. The Perfect Soldier blasted away another enemy and shifted. Whistling happily, now that it was finally over, Duo connected to the other pilot.
"That's the last of 'em, Heero," he said, saluting. "Time to go back and report."
Before he disconnected, Duo brought his face closer to the screen. Grinning evily, he whispered ,"And I'm telling that you almost destroyed the colony we were supposed to be protecting with that stupid gun of yours!" He grinned wider and made a peace sign with his fingers, quickly signing off.
Heero growled softly as he watched Deathscythe fly through space back to the colony the rest of the Gundam crew were staying on. He had almost destroyed the colony, but it was run down and abandoned. What would anyone want with it? He had done it a favor almost blasting it to smithereens. Sighing, he started off towards Duo.
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Quatre smiled as he leaned heavily against Trowa, curling up loosely with a book. Trowa had one as well. All was quiet in the huge, mansion-sized cabin the five pilots were staying in. Wufei was upstairs (several flights upstairs) doing god-knows-what, and Duo and Heero were off on a mission. Hopefully they wouldn't be back anytime soon. Shuddering with anticipation, the blond Arbian leaned more into his lover. Trowa smiled down at him and looped an arm around the boy's body.
SLAM!
"Hooooooney, I'm home!"
Quatre rubbed his temples. "Trowa," he asked, his voice tight. "Yes?" The boy's voice was equally trained. "Do we have any asprin left? You know how hungry Duo gets after missions."
And Duo loved to relieve that hunger with anything sugary. And somehow, the braided baka was unbelievely sensitive to sugar. Especially large doses.
Trowa sighed and reached into his pocket, tossing Quatre a bottle. "I have a stash."
Duo quickly found his way into the den the two lovers were sitting in. "Hey, Quatre, Trowa," he said, bouncing towards the kitchen. "Mission was a sucess. Bye now. Must eat."
Thinking quickly, Quatre grabbed Duo's black clad arm. "Wait, Duo! I'll make dinner. A nice healthy, sugar-free dinner." The American arched an eyebrow. "At one o'clock in the morning?" Quatre shrugged. "Anyway, don't bother! I'll just have a few bowls of that Sugar Crunchies stuff." Duo's fellow pilot could feel the headache caused by Duo's sugar rushes already. "You really shouldn't. I think a saw a roach or something in the box earlier. I threw it out. Unless you want to go digging in the garbage, I'm making dinner." Duo frowned. "Well, I guess... " Quatre could feel tears of joy brimming his bright eyes. "Oh, thank you, Duo!" He leaped over the arm of the couch and rushed to the kitchen.
Duo slumped into a couch across from Quatre. Picking up the remote, he turned to the television on, muttering, "That kid loves to cook way too much." Trowa eyed Duo warily for a few moments. He finally set his book aside and stood up. "I think I'll go help Quatre make dinner." Duo shrugged and continued flipping through channels.
"What are you doing with that knife? No, no, ahhh!" Late night slasher film.
"Tonight, on the after hours news... " Late night news broadcast.
"Ahh... uhn.. mmm.. aoooooah!" Late night pornography.
"You've got to get Miracle Clean for all your cleaning needs!" Late night infomericals.
Sighing, Duo tossed the remote aside. Four hundred channels and not a thing on. Maybe I'll go see how the food's going. Duo sneaked quietly in the kitchen, smelling the already delicious aromas that had filled the room. "How's it going?" He asked. Quatre glared at him over the vegetable he was cutting. "It's been ten minutes, Duo. Nothing is going. Now OUT!" The Deathscythe pilot eeped and hurried out before Quatre decided to do something with that knife he was holding.
Maybe I'll go bother Wufei.
Grinning at the delicious idea, Duo hurried up the stairs. Without knocking on the Nataku pilot, he bursted into Wufei's room. "Oi, Wu-man! Whatchya doing?" Duo looked curiously at Wufei, who was sitting in the middle of the large room. "Thinking." "'Bout what?" Wufei grunted. "Don't you have something you should be doing? Hey, go bang your head against a wall. It burns one hundred fifty calories an hour." Duo briefly wondered how'd Wufei'd come to know that, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "You know from experience, ne, Wu-Wu?" The Chinese glared at Duo, and threw something at him, which hit the door as the American closed it shut.
"Now, let's see," he said out loud, tapping a finger to his chin with a thoughtful look on his face. "I've bothered Quatre and Wufei, and Trowa probably wouldn't do anything if I did bother him. That only leaves... Heero!" Duo laughed as he hurried back down the stairs and out to the garage where they all held their Gundams. Just as he had expected, Heero was crouched by a computer that was directly connected with his Wing Zero. Duo stole into the garage silently, creeping up behind the pilot. He was so close now, just a little bit farther and he could just grab Heero's bare shoulders and scare the stonic glare out of him.
THUD, SCREEECH, THUD!
Duo cringed as he watched the wrench he had accidentally kicked skid across the concrete floor and hit the nearest wall. "Shit," he muttered. Heero was looking over his shoulder, glaring at Duo. "The element of surprise is gone," he said louder, grinning wider at the angry pilot. Grunting, Heero turned back to the laptop. Duo strutted over and circled Heero. "Whatchya doooooing?" He asked curiously. When Heero refused to answer, Duo looked over his shoulder. There was a part being installed that he had never heard of. "What in three hells is that?" He pointed over Heero's shoulder. He heard the Wing Zero pilot grunt and felt icy fingers grip his forearm. Before Duo could comprehende what was happening, he was flung aside by his arm. He skid for a few feet and bumped the wall, just like that wrench. He cringed and rubbed his back. "Ow, concrete burn. Hey, what the fuck was that for?" He got up and saw Heero quickly coming at him. For a fleeting moment, Heero looked beautifully dangerous. His eyes burned with flaming shades of blue, his handsomely chiseled face in his more-angry-than-usual-I'm-going-to-chop--you-up-and-make-you-eat-the-pieces expression. His finely toned muscles rippled with every menacing step he took, fists balled tightly, anticipating crushing the braided boy's head into the ground. Duo felt like he could kiss him, but that would probably only add to Heero's list of "Reasons to kill Duo Maxwell."
Wait.. I want to.. kiss. HEERO?
Duo's mind barely had time to the think that before Heero swung hard at him. He scooted aside and was getting ready to taunt the angry pilot as a reflex, but Heero had grabbed his arm and pulled him close. For another fleeting moment, Duo thought Heero would be the one to kiss him. Instead, Duo simply felt a burning pain in his gut, as if all his internal organs had just been pounded into a pulp.
In fact, that was what happened.
Duo doubled over, eyes wide, but before he could feel the pain spread and increase, he felt a sharp pain in the middle of his spine. Knocking air that had already been knocked out of him, Duo collasped to the floor. He felt a sickening warmness on his lips. His tongue tarted out and tasted it. Blood. He grimaced and moaned as he shifted, waves of pain washing over him again. He blinked through hazy eyes, barely seeing Heero close his laptop and walk out of the garage. Barely hearing the steel door slam shut behind him, but feeling the soundwaves miserably. He coughed once.
"Heero.. why?"
And with that, he blacked out.
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To be continued! Yes, there's more coming to this. It's not that much of a cliffhanger, right? And if you really love your sanity, REVIEW ME! Or else I'll come to house and imitate Duo on ten times a sugar rush than normal until you do! BWAH HA HA HA!
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.16.01
Weeeeeell, this is my first Gundam fic. I have studied others' many a day and I finally believe I'm ready. *deep, calming breaths* Let's do it!
Disclamier...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, quite unfortunatly. I'm not doing this money either, even more unfortunate. I need money! ;__;
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Duo Maxwell grinned evily as he manuevered Deathscythe away from the enemy mobile suits' blasts. Rising the glowing scythe high over his head, he brought down the blade, slashing the two suits cleanly. The blew up instantly behind him. The battle! In its heat, it was pure esctasy for him. But a sadness loomed in the back of his head, bringing him back to reality when he had gone too far. Glancing up, he looked at how Heero Yuy in Wing Zero was doing. The Perfect Soldier blasted away another enemy and shifted. Whistling happily, now that it was finally over, Duo connected to the other pilot.
"That's the last of 'em, Heero," he said, saluting. "Time to go back and report."
Before he disconnected, Duo brought his face closer to the screen. Grinning evily, he whispered ,"And I'm telling that you almost destroyed the colony we were supposed to be protecting with that stupid gun of yours!" He grinned wider and made a peace sign with his fingers, quickly signing off.
Heero growled softly as he watched Deathscythe fly through space back to the colony the rest of the Gundam crew were staying on. He had almost destroyed the colony, but it was run down and abandoned. What would anyone want with it? He had done it a favor almost blasting it to smithereens. Sighing, he started off towards Duo.
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Quatre smiled as he leaned heavily against Trowa, curling up loosely with a book. Trowa had one as well. All was quiet in the huge, mansion-sized cabin the five pilots were staying in. Wufei was upstairs (several flights upstairs) doing god-knows-what, and Duo and Heero were off on a mission. Hopefully they wouldn't be back anytime soon. Shuddering with anticipation, the blond Arbian leaned more into his lover. Trowa smiled down at him and looped an arm around the boy's body.
SLAM!
"Hooooooney, I'm home!"
Quatre rubbed his temples. "Trowa," he asked, his voice tight. "Yes?" The boy's voice was equally trained. "Do we have any asprin left? You know how hungry Duo gets after missions."
And Duo loved to relieve that hunger with anything sugary. And somehow, the braided baka was unbelievely sensitive to sugar. Especially large doses.
Trowa sighed and reached into his pocket, tossing Quatre a bottle. "I have a stash."
Duo quickly found his way into the den the two lovers were sitting in. "Hey, Quatre, Trowa," he said, bouncing towards the kitchen. "Mission was a sucess. Bye now. Must eat."
Thinking quickly, Quatre grabbed Duo's black clad arm. "Wait, Duo! I'll make dinner. A nice healthy, sugar-free dinner." The American arched an eyebrow. "At one o'clock in the morning?" Quatre shrugged. "Anyway, don't bother! I'll just have a few bowls of that Sugar Crunchies stuff." Duo's fellow pilot could feel the headache caused by Duo's sugar rushes already. "You really shouldn't. I think a saw a roach or something in the box earlier. I threw it out. Unless you want to go digging in the garbage, I'm making dinner." Duo frowned. "Well, I guess... " Quatre could feel tears of joy brimming his bright eyes. "Oh, thank you, Duo!" He leaped over the arm of the couch and rushed to the kitchen.
Duo slumped into a couch across from Quatre. Picking up the remote, he turned to the television on, muttering, "That kid loves to cook way too much." Trowa eyed Duo warily for a few moments. He finally set his book aside and stood up. "I think I'll go help Quatre make dinner." Duo shrugged and continued flipping through channels.
"What are you doing with that knife? No, no, ahhh!" Late night slasher film.
"Tonight, on the after hours news... " Late night news broadcast.
"Ahh... uhn.. mmm.. aoooooah!" Late night pornography.
"You've got to get Miracle Clean for all your cleaning needs!" Late night infomericals.
Sighing, Duo tossed the remote aside. Four hundred channels and not a thing on. Maybe I'll go see how the food's going. Duo sneaked quietly in the kitchen, smelling the already delicious aromas that had filled the room. "How's it going?" He asked. Quatre glared at him over the vegetable he was cutting. "It's been ten minutes, Duo. Nothing is going. Now OUT!" The Deathscythe pilot eeped and hurried out before Quatre decided to do something with that knife he was holding.
Maybe I'll go bother Wufei.
Grinning at the delicious idea, Duo hurried up the stairs. Without knocking on the Nataku pilot, he bursted into Wufei's room. "Oi, Wu-man! Whatchya doing?" Duo looked curiously at Wufei, who was sitting in the middle of the large room. "Thinking." "'Bout what?" Wufei grunted. "Don't you have something you should be doing? Hey, go bang your head against a wall. It burns one hundred fifty calories an hour." Duo briefly wondered how'd Wufei'd come to know that, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "You know from experience, ne, Wu-Wu?" The Chinese glared at Duo, and threw something at him, which hit the door as the American closed it shut.
"Now, let's see," he said out loud, tapping a finger to his chin with a thoughtful look on his face. "I've bothered Quatre and Wufei, and Trowa probably wouldn't do anything if I did bother him. That only leaves... Heero!" Duo laughed as he hurried back down the stairs and out to the garage where they all held their Gundams. Just as he had expected, Heero was crouched by a computer that was directly connected with his Wing Zero. Duo stole into the garage silently, creeping up behind the pilot. He was so close now, just a little bit farther and he could just grab Heero's bare shoulders and scare the stonic glare out of him.
THUD, SCREEECH, THUD!
Duo cringed as he watched the wrench he had accidentally kicked skid across the concrete floor and hit the nearest wall. "Shit," he muttered. Heero was looking over his shoulder, glaring at Duo. "The element of surprise is gone," he said louder, grinning wider at the angry pilot. Grunting, Heero turned back to the laptop. Duo strutted over and circled Heero. "Whatchya doooooing?" He asked curiously. When Heero refused to answer, Duo looked over his shoulder. There was a part being installed that he had never heard of. "What in three hells is that?" He pointed over Heero's shoulder. He heard the Wing Zero pilot grunt and felt icy fingers grip his forearm. Before Duo could comprehende what was happening, he was flung aside by his arm. He skid for a few feet and bumped the wall, just like that wrench. He cringed and rubbed his back. "Ow, concrete burn. Hey, what the fuck was that for?" He got up and saw Heero quickly coming at him. For a fleeting moment, Heero looked beautifully dangerous. His eyes burned with flaming shades of blue, his handsomely chiseled face in his more-angry-than-usual-I'm-going-to-chop--you-up-and-make-you-eat-the-pieces expression. His finely toned muscles rippled with every menacing step he took, fists balled tightly, anticipating crushing the braided boy's head into the ground. Duo felt like he could kiss him, but that would probably only add to Heero's list of "Reasons to kill Duo Maxwell."
Wait.. I want to.. kiss. HEERO?
Duo's mind barely had time to the think that before Heero swung hard at him. He scooted aside and was getting ready to taunt the angry pilot as a reflex, but Heero had grabbed his arm and pulled him close. For another fleeting moment, Duo thought Heero would be the one to kiss him. Instead, Duo simply felt a burning pain in his gut, as if all his internal organs had just been pounded into a pulp.
In fact, that was what happened.
Duo doubled over, eyes wide, but before he could feel the pain spread and increase, he felt a sharp pain in the middle of his spine. Knocking air that had already been knocked out of him, Duo collasped to the floor. He felt a sickening warmness on his lips. His tongue tarted out and tasted it. Blood. He grimaced and moaned as he shifted, waves of pain washing over him again. He blinked through hazy eyes, barely seeing Heero close his laptop and walk out of the garage. Barely hearing the steel door slam shut behind him, but feeling the soundwaves miserably. He coughed once.
"Heero.. why?"
And with that, he blacked out.
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To be continued! Yes, there's more coming to this. It's not that much of a cliffhanger, right? And if you really love your sanity, REVIEW ME! Or else I'll come to house and imitate Duo on ten times a sugar rush than normal until you do! BWAH HA HA HA!