Hey there fellow gundam wing fans, (atleast I hope you like gw, otherwise you've picked the wrong story.) Well, this is my first jab in the dark at the gw universe using only characters that don't belong to me. Just to warn, my sap as well as most of my fanfic writng skills are a bit lacking. I bet you're glad you chose to read my fic now, *cheezy game show host smile* Anyways, it's all up to I suppose (but just this time) so read and enjoy. I hope.
~!~ All of this is in no way mine nor will it be we anytime in the future. Ah, well . . .
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Walking. It was such a simple thing. One foot forward then the next, one step at a time. There were few complications or even obstacles for that matter that one had to overcome in order to maintain a steady gait. Too bad the same couldn't be said said for things such as living and loving.
Walking was also something that took little brainwork - which was fortunate for Relena as she was trying to sort out thoughts that had been compressed into the back of her mind for so long it was hard to pick them apart. One thing blurred into another so that all her problems she had put away seemed to be one big mess of enigmatic grey matter.
Relena stopped and let out a sigh. One thing was clear though despite the muddle. Her unrest had a theme to it and that theme just happened to be five foot seven, with dark brown hair and deep prussian blue eyes. Heero . . .
Survival was an easy thing. You killed your enemies and you lived. You completed your mission and then you received another one. It was all laid out nicely and cleanly what you had to do and how you were to do it. Easy.
This, however, was not. Heero conceded.
This was beyoned easy, beyond hard even. This had no wrong and no rights. There were no parameters or guidelines to follow, there were only shades of grey* to get lost in. This was life and Heero was having a difficult time learning about it, let alone understanding it. Then again, it probably wasn't all that advantages to him that his teacher just happened to be Duo.
"So, that's how it is, Heero my man, that's how it is." he finished.
Heero gave him a look that suggested more explanation was needed.
"What? I told you what I know. What more do you want?"
"What you're saying doesn't make any sense. It can't be true." Heero stated.
"Ah, what's the point? The perfect soldier knows everything anyway, right?" Duo remarked, "Why'd ya even ask if ya weren't gonna listen to the answer. Huh?"
"As I recall, the question was rhetorical, besides, braidboy, who in their right mind listens to you?" Wufei commented from across the room.
"Hey, no one asked you!"
"No one asked you - what's your point?"
Duo grumbled to himself, but then a thought hit him, "Hey, Wu-man, come here for a sec." Wufei gave an unimressed look but complied. "Would you please inform our ignorant friend here that Quatre is Arabian."
Wufei didn't have time to answer as Trowa and Quatre entered the room, both with armfuls of shopping bags. Quatre was cheerful as ever while Trowa looked like he had been killed mercilessly and then brought back to life against his will.
"Whoa, where you two bin?" Duo piped.
"Well, I needed to pick up a new vest because this one," Quatre tugged at the infamous purple garment, "is getting a bit old. Hilde suggested the flea market - and look at all the great stuff I found there!" he said with glee, showing off the all the shopping bags he and Trowa had.
"Hey, Quatre, you're Arabian, right?" Duo blurted out.
Quatre smirked slightly, "Jeez, Duo, you make it sound like it's some horrible flaw in the grand scheme of things." he remarked as he rummaged through one of the parcels. Finally, he triumphantly pulled out a new, tailored purple vest. The thing was a carbon copy of what he already had on but he displayed it with the pinash of a game show host. "See? Isn't it great?"
"Sure." Duo mumbled. He got up and began pilfering through the bags himself. After a few seconds, he unveiled a small plastic tub. "Hey, Quatre, what's this?"
"Oh, that's an all natural herbal supplement. The man at the stand said if I took one of these a day I'd never have to worry about hyper-tension or falling asleep on the job." Quatre replied.
"But you don't fall asleep on the job nor do are you hyper-tensive." Wufei commented matter-of-factly.
"Well, I know - but if I ever suffer from any of those ailments - "
"Hey, can I try one? I'll just take into the kitchen and - "
"Sure, sure, Duo. So, as long as I take one a day I won't have to worry about ever -"
"I told him it was a waste of money, and that most of those herbal drug sellers are just charlatans out to make some cash." Trowa interrupted.
Quatre seemed offended by the jab at his naivete and gathered together his merchandise indignantly. "Duo, come back here with my herbal supplement - I'm leaving."
Duo came bouncing out with the tub in his hands and a huge grin on his face. He handed over the container gingerly and then disappeared at Hilde's call from the backyard.
A few moments later she came inside carrying a tray of delicious smelling hamburger patties. She set them down in the kitchen and then returned ordering everyone out.
"All right, let's go, move it." she shooed, "Outta here, wait no you Heero, you're invited to dinner, remember? Trowa, Wufei - now." the two obediently did as told, fearing an counter action Hilde might take.
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"So, when are you going to ask Relena out?" Duo blurted out as he grabbed for another hamburger.
"Duo," Hilde scolded, "Don't be so damn blunt. It's rude."
Heero's response to the comment was a silent Death Glare directed towards the braided wonder. Duo gave him a cheezy smile in return as if to say "whoop." in his usual manner.
The meal went on mostly without mishap after that save for the few times when Duo's foot decided to find itself a comfortable spot in his mouth, but that was usually followed up by a slap from Hilde or a Death Glare from Heero, or a combination of the two. Needless to say, Hilde and Duo kept up most of the conversation with Heero muttering a few affirmations here and there as he ate. Just as dinner was being cleaned up, the phone rang;
"I'll get it!" Duo exclaimed excitedly as he jumped up and ran to the other room. Seconds later he could be heard bellowing, "Relena? Now, what's the chance that you'd be phoning me just when-" as he re-entered the kitchen, he found that Heero was nowhere in sight and that the patio door was wide open. Hilde looked innocent and shrugged.
"Just when what, Duo?" Relena asked.
Duo had almost forgotten about her having been caught up in the stupor of his own plan's failure. "Ah, nothing. Bye, gotta go."
"But you asked me to call-" Relena was cut off as Duo hung up and whipped out the patio door in search of Heero.
Eventually, he found him, sitting in his car, staring out at the road.
"Hey, buddy,"
Heero looked up but said nothing.
"Ah, c'mon, I was just trying to help."
"No one ever asked you Duo."
"So? Like the Wu-man said, that never stopped me before." Duo decided a new angle was worth a try, "What are you going to do, avoid her for the rest of your life?" Heero gave no response, so Duo tried one last ploy, "Ya know, if you don't ask her soon, I'll just have to keep coming up with ways to hook you two up, myself."
With that Heero reached over and slammed the passenger's side door in his face and then sped off.
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Quatre wandered about his house until he finally found himself in the kitchen. Sleepily, he yawned and began pouring himself a healthy serving of java. As he brought up the steaming liquid to his lips, a idea hit him. He quickly put down the mug and grabbed the tub of herbal vitamins. Without even looking into it, he plucked out two and popped them back.
"Well, the label does say to take them whenever you feel tired or lazy, and I still feel pretty sleepy right now. This should do me better than my usual cup of coffee." Almost instantly he felt renewed and piping with energy, "Wow, these really do work. I knew Trowa was wrong!" Quatre sang happily as he went on his merry way to get ready for the day.
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Heero had the fleeting thought that perhaps he had said something terribly wrong. To the left of him lay a temptuous open window.
Relena laughed despite herself, "You're asking me out, Heero Yuy?" she asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had Heero contemplating an escape plan.
"Umm, no . . ." Relena's mood changed visibly, "I mean yes. Yes." he stuttered.
Relena eyed him coyly, "You're not sure?" she smiled.
This was a predicament, there was little more he could do to make himself out as a complete idiot, now. Heero groaned, "I'm sorry." he looked up to Relena then down to the floor, "I'm-"
"Where's the real Heero Yuy?" Relena demanded.
"Hn?"
"That's more like it."Relena's smile broadened, "Heero, would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?"
Now, he was really confused, she was not sticking to the plan. But he nodded.
"Great, pick me up at six." Relena said cheerfully.
Heero wasn't sure whether his mission was a success or a failure either way, when he looked up at her he didn't much care afterward.
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Dun duh, dunh. So what do ya think? Perhaps, as Aislin sticks to familiar territory, I should too. But if you want the exciting conclusion, tell me and I'll make it so. (No flames would be preferable but I'm open to anything really) Thanx for reading.