Authors Note: Heyla! Welcome to Ourania's and I's joint story. Ourania-san wishes to express that her Duo might be a little OOC. However, I think he's fine, but that's up to you to judge. We hope you like it, and will read future chapters.

Warnings: Yaoi/Shounen-ai, Ranting Heero, Violence, Swearing

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz…if I did I'd make Heero and Duo porn

Soulèvement du Mauvais

Chapter I

By The Vampyre's Widow

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Ourania

The dark-haired brunette sat before his beloved laptop. His long fingers were poised over the keys, but didn't move. He had no idea how to start this report. The mission had been relatively easy, a reconnaissance mission with Deathsycthe's Pilot. He'd never say it willingly, but for those missions he preferred having Duo with him then the others.

Duo was toying absently with a weapon that had jammed during the latest mission, muttering under his breath at the misfortune he'd been experiencing as of late. Heero was distracted with the same damn laptop that he always used, so the teen was determined to appear busy as well.

A rare sigh was issued from the Preventers lips, his Prussian blues closing. Damn, it was so hard to think right now. He wasn't tired, he wasn't hungry, and of course his body ached from the various bruises and scratches it had received. Which was nothing new. He had set his own leg and walked on it seconds later. Pain was no stranger. So why couldn't he write?

The braided boy looked up when he heard the exhalation, raising a thin brow and smirking. "Tired?" he asked, putting the weapon to the side to rub at a bruise on his ribcage.

"No." The curt response was true. The Perfect Soldier turned in his seat, watching the braided boy. "Are you hurt?" He made to get out of his seat, laptop forgotten for the moment.

He shrugged, removing his hand from his throbbing side. "Nothing a little aspirin wouldn't cure. What about you? Are you sporting some mortal wound or did you already treat yourself?"

The brunette nodded, a little niggling concern in the back of his mind. Normally he would have just ignored Duo and worked on his report unless it was perilous that the other needed his help. They both knew how to patch themselves up, and had helped each other more times then he could count. It wasn't like a few cuts would kill either of them.

Duo looked up, expression one of curiosity when he noted that the other pilot had not gone back to typing up the report. " You bein' lazy or what? Do you want me to do it?"

The Pilot glared at his partner, one hand going back to rest on his laptop. Bedamned if he'd let someone else touch HIS laptop. "No, Maxwell." With that he turned around, eyes finding the flashing bar. Almost instantly all motivation disappeared.

"...Whatever." Duo replied airily, hiding his annoyance at the other boy's actions. It wasn't like he'd have broken the stupid thing; it was a laptop, not a glass bauble. "You're the one who can't type up a frickin' report."

The accusation made the Perfect Soldier bristle. Duo had a way of being able to crawl under his skin and stay there. He was an itch that couldn't be scratched. Heero had tried to get rid of it...but it always came back with a vengeance. With renewed determination, he tackled the report. The sounds of typing filled the room, the slim fingers hitting the keys harder then needed.

At least one of them was getting something done now. Duo grinned and stood; wincing when his ribs protested and he recognized that they weren't just bruised as he had originally thought. "I'm gonna go get an ice pack, you want anything?"

Heero shook his head. He noticed the quivering quality that signaled pain in the others voice. When Duo asked for help, he'd help; otherwise he was making good time on the report.

He rolled his eyes, checking that the other boy was as talkative as ever, and made his way out the door and into the next room where a little refrigerator as well as a few other supplies were kept. He opened the door, searching for cubes of ice and finding only a cooled gel pack. Duo hated the new-fangled packs, having used one previously and found that it leaked all over his shirt.

He decided not to be picky about it, putting the rectangular thing under his shirt and cursing loudly when he found that it was burningly cold against skin. "Christ!"

Heero quickly finished his typing and sent it to Une. A second, shorter email was sent to Quatre. The poor little blonde practically made himself sick with nerves every time his lover and friends went on these missions. It was somewhat endearing, but at times was annoying. He heard the uttered curse from the other, swiveling around again to peruse the doorway.

Duo found a rag and wrapped the pack in it, muttering angrily and glancing down at his reddened skin. There should have been some sort of warning on the stupid gel pack, something about making your skin look like Christmas paper and hurting like hell. Upon closer inspection, he saw there were some small warning labels, but he still wasn't entirely satisfied. Now he was cold and bruised.

Duo made his way back into the room, blinking when he saw that Heero had been staring at the door. He held down a blush, instead making an obscene gesture that involved uncurling one finger. "It was cold, alright?" he hissed defensively, resuming his seat and almost sulking.

The brunette ignored the rudeness, used to it. "Mission report sent to Lady Une, and Quatre." There was undertone of exasperation when he mentioned the blonde. He could be worse then Duo sometimes, with his questions about Heero's mental and physical well being. It was touching, however, since not even Odin Lowe and Dr. J had cared much about that. They only wanted him in working condition. Of course, Duo did it as well. The braided boy was able to drag more literate responses out of him then his usual 'Hn.' when it came to such subjects.

Mention of Quatre made some of the sullen air dissipate, a small smile curving the longhaired boy's mouth. "S'nice of you." he murmured, adjusting the cold compress. "That the last thing you had to do or were you thinking of making out with the damn computer too?"

There was a rare bubbling of what could have been called humor. The Perfect Soldier rarely displayed this sense. Trowa knew he had one, albeit a little crude and even more sarcastic then Duo's. "At least my computer appreciates me...so maybe..."

Duo nearly fell off his perch, a laugh jumping from his lips and amused disbelief in his eyes. "I guess I owe Trowa some money. I swore you didn't have even a smidgen of humor in you and then you crack a joke. I'll be damned... and broke."

Heero smirked, bordering on a smile. "As you keep reminding me...I am human." Sometimes he doubted it. The Perfect Soldier was an easy guise, one he was used to wearing. Being human...that meant having emotions, opening him for pain he wasn't sure he could handle.

The boy shrugged, still smiling. "Someone has to, otherwise you'll probably forget. Though, if you have a thing for technological equipment, you might want to get checked by a shrink. I don't think that's normal."

The smirk spread a little further. "There are recorded occurrences of humans being sexually aroused by machinery." Not that he fell into that category. He loved his laptop, loved Wing Zero. But it was the sort of love that women displayed, usually when they saw something they liked.

No...his tastes ran down different roads. Down one that didn't deal breasts and doe eyes.

"Aw, man, why do ya have to tell me this stuff?" Duo pulled a face, a vision of a woman doing something that was unquestionably crude with a toaster. "And you're smiling, are you sure you don't have head trauma or something? This is abnormal, especially for you."

"And it is abnormal for you to be quiet for five minutes." The brunette logged onto the 'net, hiding the grin on his face from Duo's expression. It would ruin his reputation, not to mention endless teasing from the violet-eyed boy.

Duo's jaw dropped in righteous indignation. "Hey, just because I don't pull the 'I'm a wicked bastard who only talks the second I'm going to kill you' doesn't mean I can't be quiet for five frickin' minutes."

"Then do so." Heero was quite good at manipulating people. Duo could be a tough nut to crack sometimes, but when he left himself open it was almost too easy.

"You're such a... fine, I'll be quiet for five minutes..." His lips curved slightly as he added, "But you have to TALK for five minutes straight."

Heero's eyes widened. Damnit...he stepped right into that. Next time he had to remember to add that there were to be no manipulation of the manipulator. "About what?"

"Pf, I don't give a damn. You pulled that mechanical-human love thing outta your butt, just do it for five minutes." He crossed his arms over his chest, a brilliant grin on his features at having outwitted the other pilot. "Alright, we're starting... now."

"Hn." He had no idea what to talk about. Then he hit a site on the Internet that inspired a calm rant. It was an essay from a university student on politics and the Marimaea Wars. The war was still fresh in the pilots mind, only having ended five months ago.

Duo listened, mouth kept glued shut though his eyes spoke almost as well. They were sparkling with vague enjoyment, not so much about the topic as the fact that Heero had picked that particular instance to speak of. He hadn't expected a description of fuzzy bunnies or girls' busts, but this touched so closely with their jobs that it was slightly disappointing.

Two minutes had passed and the rant was coming to an end. His fingers had been searching the net, trying to find something else to talk about. For a person who didn't talk often, the brunette seemed to be good at it. He blamed Duo.

Duo caught himself before he suggested another topic, realizing it would ruin the wager. He adjusted the icepack once more, only mildly worried that the ache had not abated in the least.

The blue-eyed man blinked as he happened upon another essay. This one about homosexuality and the evils of it. "What is it about humans and their need to believe that anything...that has to do with two people of the same sex doing anything is homosexuality? Two girls can hold hands, kiss and hug, but when two men do the same they are immediately classified as homosexuals."

Duo blinked in surprise, not having expected such a drastic change in the one-sided conversation. He smirked, waiting for Heero to look at him so that he could waggle his eyebrows suggestively. This game was more fun than he'd thought it would be.

The Perfect Soldier continued on, unknowingly growing angry and agitated, till he had to jump up and pace the room. "...if animals practice it in the wild, why can't humans accept it as part of reality? Scientists recognize it with their data, thought the religious leaders condemn it. In ancient Japan, Geisha's were once male, before changes had them replaced by women...Arabian Sheiks kept harems of young men instead of women. Kings kept same sex lovers. Why can't they accept it?"

The boy's grin wilted, replaced by a worried frown. Was Heero really this upset, or was he just trying to make him talk and lose? The latter seemed more likely, but the male's expression and abrupt pacing still made him feel uneasy.

Somewhere in the seven-minute rant, Heero had dropped that he himself preferred the same sex. Relena had been an annoyance, one that he had wanted to destroy, but his high morals and conscience hadn't let him.

The brunette stopped pacing, glancing at the clock. What the...he'd been talking for almost more then ten minutes straight...

Duo was uncomfortably silent, allowing the other pilot to talk himself out while he tried to sort things out in his head. All right, so Heero had no interest in women, that wasn't exactly unusual. But Duo would have been more willing to believe that the boy was a-sexual than anything else and this came as a small shock. What to say to that?

The pilot blushed, a small smear of pink across his cheekbones. He turned back to his laptop and started to hack into a website. Anything to take his mind off what he had said.

This was a day of firsts: He had not only discovered that Heero Yuy had a sense of humor, but also that he did, in fact, have the ability to blush like a normal human being and that he preferred men as sexual partners. Breathe, Duo, it's not that big of a deal, nothing's changed. He reminded himself, trying on a smile that only partially fit and saying in a cheery voice. "Well, I guess it was a tie then. I honestly didn't think you could do it. Good job."

The brunette mumbled something that sounded exactly like 'Hn'. It seemed he was going to creep back into the shell of the Gundam Wing pilot again. A frown was etched into his face, some of it at himself and some at the site he was hacking. The security system was proving to be tougher then it should have been. That piqued his interest.

The silence was both relieving and distressing. Duo didn't quite know how to react to what the other boy had said, trying to determine if it was best to simply ignore it. He didn't want to, for reasons he wasn't entirely sure of, but at the same time he didn't want to prod. "What are you doing now? Lookin' at porn?" He took a few steps forward to look at the monitor, leaning on the seat Heero was utilizing. His long braid fell forward across his shoulder, trailing along Heero's arm though Duo was not paying it much mind.

He almost jumped when Duo's voice sounded again from near his ears. The braid elicited a second, smaller jump. "There is something wrong..." The Prussian blue eyes studied the guts of the website he'd dissected. "Get me a disk."

Duo raised an eyebrow, tempted to tell the boy to get his butt out of his chair and get his own disk. Still, he moved and went to the drawer where they kept storage devices, returning and handing it to Heero. "What did you find?"

"I don't know." Quickly he popped the disk in, downloading the websites skeleton and information onto it. "This should go to Lady Une."

"You don't know but you're throwing a fit over it?" Duo asked with a snort, peering at the numbers displayed on the monitor. There was something odd about it, he realized, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The disc was whipped out of the laptop and put back in its case. Heero immediately gathered the materials needed to send it express, through the mail. It would have been easier to send it over the computer but there was no knowing at the moment if a tracer was embedded in the material. "Do you see anything off about it?"

Duo lifted one shoulder in a shrug, scratching the back of his head worriedly. "It is weird... I'd have to look further into it though and I'm not the most computer savvy person around."

"You're better then Quatre or Wufei." The brunette stated, writing out the Preventers HQ address with a bold felt tip. He set the package on the desk to be mailed in the morning.

"Yeah, well, sometimes I think it's amazing that they can navigate through websites," Duo responded, perhaps slightly unkindly. He shook his head when he noticed that staring at the screen so intently was giving him a headache. "I'm too tired for this crap..."

"Hn." Heero turned back to the site, seeming intent on going through it some more. He would possible never stop until he figured out what was wrong.

"Yeah, well, have fun, I'm going to go lick my wounds and catch some sleep." He began to unwind his braid, tearing his eyes from the screen before it pulled him in as completely as it had Heero. "Wake me up if you find anything, alright? And don't stay up all night either, I don't want to have to deal with you when you haven't slept."

"Hn."

The brunette watched his violet-eyed partner. Before he could stop himself, one hand grabbed a lock of the chestnut brown hair. Immediately he covered up the action with the usual. "You should cut this, braided baka, it's a liability."

His heart jumped up into his throat at the sudden contact, brain taking a moment to realize what Heero was saying. With the comprehension, his lavender eyes flashed angrily and he swatted the other's hand away. "Screw off. I didn't ask you." He snarled, a heady mix of fear, rage, and need for sleep making him short.

"Go to bed, Maxwell."

He was taken aback only slightly before his hackles rose again. "Go to hell and stay there, Yuy." He snapped, turning and exiting with his hair fanning out in chestnut waves behind him.

The longhaired Pilot missed the wistful look on the others face and the sigh he uttered. The thin body slowly rotated to face his precious laptop, eyes closed. He sat that way for a few minutes before minimizing the sites guts and opening a new, encrypted file. It was filled with pictures.

Pictures of the small group during one of Quatre's parties, at Trowa's circus, at work...but mostly there were pictures of Duo. Heero didn't like to think he was obsessed with the brunette. It wasn't like he had a Duo screensaver, Duo wallpaper, Duo cursor...etc. No, that had been Relena. That was just sickening, and Heero wanted to be nothing like that.

A flushed anger had crept into his face and stayed there as he threw the thin sheets back on his bed and tossed his shoes against the wall, hoping Heero could hear his fury. How dare that bastard touch him? Grab his hair uninvited and think he could tell him what to do? Part of him knew he was being childish, that he was tired and aching, unwilling to deal with much beyond normal, everyday things.

But everything else pointed out otherwise. The outpouring of inner thought that the other pilot had displayed had unnerved him. He didn't like feeling uncertain. Being uncertain meant hesitation and hesitation meant death. His death, his friends' death.

He was so tired.

T.B.C.

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