Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrowing

Warnings: Yaoi 2x1, 3+4; Mild language, OOC, romance, fluff, sap, intended comedy, later on Relena-bashing.

Notes: Okay, I know that I've been gone for a long time, you might have even thought that I disappeared. Sorry about that. I'm still dealing with some personal stuff. Before you read this, I strongly suggest that you read "First Kiss Delayed" first, otherwise this fic won't make any sense caused this is the sequel and you'll think I'm insane or something. Please excuse my mechanial and grammatical erroz. I have terrible spelling. Also, this first part is really long, so please bare with me. Maybe you'll like it if you sick until the end. Again...

***PLEASE READ "FIRST KISS DELAYED" BEFORE THE SEQUEL "PROPOSAL SUSPENDED!!!***

Anyway, if you have read that already, by all means, go right on ahead. I guess I should stop talking. I'm just really nervous cause it's been awhile. Hope you can make it to the bottom. Well, Enjoy!

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Proposal Suspended

Part One: Introduction of Chaos

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Three years have passed since Heero and I met Quatre's niece, Rachael. Within the time span she has written and visited us like she promised, when she did, she always asked to stay with us. Of course Heero and I agreed. I swear, she's 100% pure angel. Pretty creature she has grown into. This year she turned ten, Heero and I were invited to her first two-digit number birthday. She's grown so tall, we no longer need to bend over to be eye level with her...though sometimes I wish we would. She's still as sweet as always.

Okay, I'm sure you want an update on Heero and mine's life, right? Well, we still live in that small, cozy, safehouse of a home and we still work at the Preventers. Life has been kind to us these days; nice, quiet, and relaxing. It's like we've retired at age twenty. This month is going to be our third anniversary, and boy do I have a surprise for Hee-chan. I can hardly wait.

Ugh, but I'll have to. Even if I said that it was like Heero and I retired at age twenty, we really weren't which means that we still get those stupid missions! Missions that stood in the way of my surprise for Heero.

The day the obstacle arrived, Heero and I were innocently occupying our box[1], oh did I mention that Une promoted us? Yeah, she gave us a joint office with real walls! Why she would do something crazy like that is beyond my knowledge, but I'll tell you somethin', our department is the noisiest of all. Anyway, Heero and I were just chillin' when Sally stopped by.

"Duo, Heero, Une--oh my..."

Heero and I blinked up at her. Sally's cheeks turned a dark crimson color. Why would--oh. I grinned sheepishly and released Heero from the surface of the desk. Heero pulled his shirt up over his shoulders and buttoned it up. Sally's face remained red. Geez, you'd think after three years of this that one might be used to us and the obscenities in our box!

"Gomen." I apologized and straightened my attire.

"Hn." Heero replied, "Is there a point in your visit, or did you just feel like interrupting us?" Yeah, my baby was always grumpy when someone walked in on us like that. But...ya know...to everyone, it doesn't seem like Heero has changed any. Maybe just a tad warmer, other than that, he was just as anti-social at times. Except for around me.

I feel so special!

Sally tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, "Um...Une wants to see you boys." she said then left, perhaps to find Wufei for a quick booty call. I don't know. Eh, I grinned at the thought anyway.

I felt a tug on my braid, "Come on Baka." Heero commanded and pulled me to the main office.

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"Maxwell, Yuy, sit down." Une ordered, we of course complied. She pulled out a single sheet of paper. That was odd, missions were always kept in a large folder with tons and tons of paper--wait a sec, de ja vu! Is this what I think--

"Are we going to 'baby-sit' again?" Heero asked. My thoughts exactly.

Une gave us a sly smile, "Why Heero, how ever did you know?" she asked innocently.

"Lucky guess..." I muttered, "Let's hear it."

Une cleared her throat, "Another one of Quatre's sisters is in town with her child. She will be organizing a business conference for all Preventers around the world, it will be held here in this city. Your mission is to take care of her child for a week...again. What's tomorrow? Saturday, right? Saturday to Saturday. Do whatever you want, but keep the kid safe. Understood?"

Heero and I nodded.

"Good, there is one thing that is required from you two. Since you were promoted, you must attend this meeting which interferes with this mission. We realized that, but you're the only people we can really trust with a child and you are also required to be present. That is the only thing that stands in your way."

"You aren't setting us up for anything are you?" I asked suspiciously.

Une shoowk her head, "No, you're really going to have to take care of this child. And since you did such a wonderful job with Rachael, this shouldn't be a problem, will it?" Une asked, but it wasn't really a question...more like a demand.

Heero nodded, and if you asked me, it was alittle eager for my taste, "Nimnu ryokai."

I sighed, here we go again, not that I'm complaining, I'm sure the kid part will be fun, but it's just that this week I--dammit! It's not fair. "Alright." I agreed.

Une smiled again, "Good, I knew I could count on you two." She pulled out the paper from earlier and sli it over to Heero and I. It had a picture of a young boy with an Epyon shirt. The little boy's hair was a light brown and messy, much like Heero's.

"The boy's name is Rabbi Winner--"

"Boy???" Heero and I asked surprisedly in unison. I guess we were both expecting a girl knowing Quatre's family.

"Yes, Rabbi is a boy. Is there a problem?"

We shook our heads.

"He just turned six yesterday, enjoys fingerpaints, drums, cars, and other little boy things." Lady Une said, "According to this sheet, he likes blowing up things and flushing whatever he can down the toilet."

Damn. Didn't I already make a note to learn what was in a deal before I accept it?

"Reminds me of you Duo." Une said.

"Haha." I replied sarcastically.

"Okay then, his mother will bring him to your house sometime tomorrow depending when she arrives, which happens to be by car. Here is his information in case you want to know anything personal about him." she handed me the sheet, "Oh, by the way, Iria is going to attend the conference as well. I talked to her earlier, she doesn't know if her daughter will be able to tag along with her. Do you think you could--"

"Add her to our collection of children?" I finished.

Une smirked, "Now how did you know I was going to ask you that?"

"He's psychic."

I blinked at Heero. Did he really think that? Heheheheh......

Lady Une pushed her glasses up and grinned, "Well Heero, if he's so psychic, he'll be able to read my mind and explain to me why his paper work has been late."

I gulped. Une and late paper work was not a good thing.

"I'm feeling merciful today." Lady Une waved her hand, "That's all, dismissed."

Heero and I exited the head office. Saturday to next Saturday. Great. Just GREAT! Next Friday is our anniversary. I sighed.

"Daijoubu?" Heero asked.

"Nothing Hee-chan." I directed my attention to the nearest wall clock, 6 PM, alright! "Shall we go home now?"

"Hai." my koibito replied, I took his hand in mine and headed for my car.

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Later on after my wonderful favorite night festive, Heero and I had a pillow-talk.

I heard Heero shift beneath my arm to face me, "Duo?"

"nnn..." I replied ready to sleep with my head down pressed into the pillows. Heero's warm breath trailed up my neck and to my ear, I could feel his eyes on me.

"Duo?" Heero asked again.

I turned my head towards him my eyes half open, "hmm?"

"What do you think taking care of little boy will be like?"

I rolled over on my back and drapped my forearm over my eyes, "Like takin' care of a girl only it has a little dick."

"Really?"

"No, well...I don't know. Maybe."

"Do you think he'll be anything like Rachael?"

I shrugged, "It depends on his personality. Why?"

"I just wanted to know if a boy would be much different or the same. Rachael was...fun to take care of."

I lifted my arm and glanced at Heero, "Are you saying that you enjoy taking care of little kids?"

Heero made one of his cute thinking faces, "I didn't say *that*...at least not in the exact words."

I grinned, "Heero Yuy likes kids..." I teased, "My Hee-chan likes kids..."

"Hn." the Japanese boy grunted and repeated, "I didn't say that."

"You were thinking about it, I know you were." I pecked Heero on his cute nose and he scooted in closer to me, "Go to sleep Hee-chan, I have a feeling that we'll need all the energy we can get from tomorrow..."

Funny, I didn't know how right I was.

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The next morning at about 12 noon, Heero and I had just finished breakfast in the kitchen and louging lazily on the couch waiting for this 'Rabbi Winner'. Suddenly, the doorbell rang...ten times. We rose and reached the door.

KNOCKKNOCK

KNOCKKNOCK

KNOCKKNOCK

DING-DONG

DING-DONG

"Hello??? Is anyone in there???" a childish voice said from behind the door. I looked through the peek-hole out of habbit and saw three figures, one being Quatre, two was a kid, and three was a *very* foxy lady with, *ahem* not a flat chest.

"Hey! Is anyone home or what???" the child, assumingly Rabbi, shouted.

Heero unlocked the lock and turned the knob. He opened the door and we met three happy faces.

"Duo! Heero!" Quatre greeted pulling two large trunks. One shaped in a cylinder, the other in the form of a rectangle. Quatre smiled, "Ohayo Duo-kun! Heero-kun!"

"Ohayo." Heero and I replied. Heero nudged me aside to move out of the way so they could enter, silly me. Heero guided the trio into the living room. He took the trunks from Quatre.

"Take a seat." I said and they sat. I shut the door and joined them.

"Duo, Heero, this is my twenty-eighth sister, Nadia." Quatre introduced.

Nadia was it? Well, I'll tell you what Nadia was wearing. She was in a tight red dress that outlined the curves of her body and do I dare say...propped up her chest? Her dress went down so low that I swear, if she bent over, her breast would have fallen out. Her lips were a dark red to match the dress and her long fingernails were coated with the same color. Nadia wore red staletto heels which might I add hope I never get kicked with. She had on Oakley sunglasses which disguised her eyes. Her wavy shoulder-length hair was a dark dirty blonde. She was in fact exquisite, definitely someone who I would take for a drink in the past, but not now. I have Heero.

Seriously though...*she* is involved with Preventers???

Nadia pulled off her sunglasses revealing the color of her eyes, dark hazel, and her eye shadow was bluish. She looked me up and down, "American are we?" she asked and teethed the rubber of her glasses. "Ooo, Quatre brother, I like. I like." I heard her whisper to Quat. She looked down at I think my hand, "Single too." Quatre sighed heavily as the woman licked her lips.

She held out her hand to me, "Nadia Winner," she said in a deep feminine voice, "Nice to meet you."

"Duo Maxwell, pleasure's all mine." I replied politely as I pretended not the hear her previous comments. She smiled and pushed her hand higher to my face indicating that she would like it kissed. I pecked it quickly. She pulled her hand away slowly. I glanced at Heero from the corner of my eye. He appeared to be unaffected.

Nadia extended her hand for Heero to shake, but Heero stared at the extended hand for a second. He finally shook it briefly.

"Heero Yuy." I replied for my shy lover.

"Hmph. Quiet one are we?" Nadia sneered in what seemed to be disgust, "Cute."

Through the corner of my vision, I could see Quatre roll his aqua eyes. I'm assuming, Quatre was not on as good of terms with Nadia, unlike his other sister Iria. I can see why.

"Hn." Heero grunted. That's my boy!

"Well, this is my child, Rabbi. I hope you three will have fun together." Nadia said pushing Rabbi towards us. Rabbi looked up at us with wide innocent eyes. "Mommy will be with Quatre. If you need me, just ask one of these men to call me, sweetie, okay?"

Rabbi smiled, "Yes Mommy."

"You be a good boy."

"Yes Mommy."

"That's my little angel face." Nadia patted her child on the head and looked down at her watch, "Hm...we must be going now Quatre brother. If you would, grab Rabbi's stuff." she said, "I'll be waiting in the car." with that, she stood up and exited the house.

Quatre sighed, "Forgive my sister for her...rudeness." he said, "I'm afraid that money has gotten to her brain."

"Not your favorite sis, huh?"

Quat shook his head, "No, she was the one who suggested that we dress me up as 'Princess Jasmine' and told me that carpets will fly if you slide from it off the roof."

"You're kidding!" I nearly shouted.

"Iie, Nadia Winner was not on my good side, I tried, but it didn't work. Everything I did she had to crush."

Aww...poor Quat.

"Winner? I thought she was married." Heero asked somewhat really randomly.

"She was, but she divorced. Richard Cline I think was his name, he was a rich man. Nadia bore him a child, Rabbi. As soon as he went bankrupt she took Rabbi and left him," Quatre sighed, then replaced it with a smile, "Anyway, I hope this isn't too much trouble for you too. I'm sorry to have to bring another one of my younger relative to you to care for. I know it's alot of work. I really appreciate it."

"No problem."

"You're going to the conference for the Preventers aren't you?" Heero nodded for me, I just didn't feel like moving my head this morning, "Well, Nadia will be there. Duo, I have to warn you, she likes Americans. She thinks that they're all powerful and everything."

HONK

"Quatre! Hurry or we'll be late!" said Nadia from the car.

The blonde headed for the door, "Oh, be sure that Rabbi takes his medicine."

"Medicine?"

The Arabian nodded, "Yes, he has ADD. You mustn't forget. He can't take baths by himself either. Keep a close eye on him." Quatre handed me a thin blue card. It was a credit card.

"Quat, you don't--"

"You'll need it. I assure you, my friend."

"Quatre!"

The blonde quickly walked to his car, "Ja ne!" he called out then left.

Heero and I turned to the new temporary member of our household.

Rabbi was short, but he's only six, what did we expect? He had a light brown hair color that was messy. He had wide hazel eyes that said 'I'm innocent', just like his mom's. At the top of his head, hair stuck up in all directions. He was wearing a red shirt which his mother probably chose for him. The shirt had dark stains on it. They looked like chocolate stains.

"Hi! I'm Rabbi Winner! That's RAWB-BI WIN-NER. Not rabbi as in the teacher. Nope, Rabbi as in the Arabic name. It's like 'Robby' without the 'o' and 'y'. Yep, that's my name." said Rabbi, "I like your house, but it's small. Why is it so small? Could you not afford a big house? My mommy says that you're American and that all Americans are rich and have lots of money, but if you have lots of money, then why do you live in such a small house? And why do you live with another person? It's so small, how can you stand it? Don't you need your personally space? Does you roommate suck up all the air? Have you ever suffocated in this house? ACK! I can't breathe! You guys are taking all of the oxygen!"

We stared at the melodramatic six year-old.

"Can't...breathe...! Need...air! Heeeeeeellllllppppp mmmmeeeeeeeeeeee...!" then Rabbi fell to the floor.

I cocked an eyebrow along with Heero.

"Hey, do you have any chocolate? I love chocolate. I also love candy and sweet stuff. Mmm...I love sugar donuts the best. They taste SO good in my tummy! Do you have any donuts?"

Heero shook his head as Rabbi walked into the kitchenette.

"What's that?" he asked and pointed to a beloved ornament of the house, Rachael's picture which was hanging on the refrigerator[2].

"That's a picture." Heero replied flatly.

"Picture of what?"

"A picture of people."

"By who?"

"Your cousin, Rachael."

Rabbi frowned, "She isn't a very good artist. I can draw way better than her."

"Is that so?" I asked.

Rabbi nodded, "Yeah, my stick figures are better than that!"

Heero glared at the boy's back.

"What do you do for fun here?"

"...uh." Heero eyed me.

Rabbi pouted, "That doesn't sound like fun. Hey man, what am I suppose to call you? I know! I'll call you--" Rabbi pointed to Heero, "Mop Head!"

Heero frowned. I, on the other hand, chuckled.

Rabbi looked up at me, "Hey mister, I'll call you...Girly Man!"

It was my turn to frown and Heero's turn to chuckle.

"Girly man?" I repeated.

"Yeah, I mean, only girls have braids."

Whatever.

Hey! The braid's sexy. Not girly!

"Are we going to do something or are we going to stand here and do nothing?"

I sat down at the table in the kitchenette and skimmed through the newspaper that happened to be there. I found the sports section, "Do ya like sports?"

"Yeah! I love football! Especially when they *BASH* each other into the ground!" Rabbi exclaimed and punched his hands together. Wonderful, a violent munchkin.

"What about basketball?" I asked. I felt Heero's presence behind me as he read over my shoulder.

"Who's playing?" Heero wondered.

"Mavs and Lakers. Fun." I said with satisfaction, that should be interesting.

"I thought basketball started in October or November." Heero commented.

"It does, but this is just a scrimmage, it isn't official." I replied, "I think we should go."

"Hn."

"Are you interested?" I asked Rabbi who some what cringed.

"Basketball's for sissys."

Heero glared, "Basketball is not for sissys." he retorted.

I don't think he likes this kid as much as he had intended. Or...maybe not. Maybe I'm mistaken. I'll find out soon enough.

"But I guess since this house seems kinda boring anyway," Rabbi shrugged, "we should go then." the six year old looked around the house, "Hey Girly Man, do I get a room or anything?"

Girly Man? I prefer 'Uncle Duo'.

"Yes," Heero said walking out of the kitchen and led Rabbi to the guest room aka Rachael's old one. It's still the same, Heero and I decided that white would be a good color for the visitor's sleeping quarters, but we, more on Heero's part, decorated it to give the room a more mature elaborated effect. I think it looked nice.

"Hey Girly Man, get my stuff!" Rabbi ordered.

I grunted and grabbed the trunks that Quatre brought in--OMPS! What the hell is in this??? It must have weighed more than Heero and me combined! It's a good thing I only had to drag the chests to the guest room which was about five feet away. I pulled it over to the bossy six year old who told me where to put it.

"Wow, thanks Girly Man. Hey Mop Head, this is a nice room you got here."

"Hn."

"Hn?"

"Hn."

"HN!" Rabbi stomped his foot the giggled when Heero did not reply, "I win!"

"Well, we'll let you settled in here. Shout if you need anything." I said.

Rabbi looked at the violet candle on the night stand. He picked it up and tossed it from one hand to the other, "Cool! What does this--"

CRASH

Rabbi pointed his direction down towards his feet where the candle had fallen from his hands shattering into four large pieces which was considerably fortunate.

"Oops."

Heero cleaned it up and we both left the kid alone for a while.

I don't know if that was a good idea or not.

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BAM

CRASH

KABOOM

SPLAT

SQUISH

POP

"Girly Man! Mop Head!"

Heero and I sighed. We walked over to the guest room.

I swear, Heero's eyes almost popped out of place.

All of Heero's hard decorating work just went down the drain.

Once over the shock of the destroyed guest room, Heero remained emotionless as he picked up the broken pieces of his work. But by the lack of emotion on his pretty face, he must be really upset. I helped him clean up.

"What happened here, Rabbi?" I asked.

Rabbi shrugged, "I don't know! I was just checkin' out all of that stuff and it just...fell!"

Or it was knocked ever.

When Heero and I finished in there we began to take down all of the decorative items from the living room and bathroom to 'child-proof' the house. Heero even took the picture from the fridge that Rachael had drawn in fear that something might happen it. I stowed them away on the highest shelf in our closet.

"What cha doin' Girly Man?" I heard Rabbi ask as I sat at Heero's laptop on the couch with my feet propped up on the coffee table, one of my 'ultimate comfort position of the physical state'.

click

"Ordering tickets for the game tonight."

click

"Oh, why are you doing that?"

click

"So we can have seats."

click

"Oh. Why don't we go to a football game?"

I exited the Internet Explorer, "Because Heero doesn't like football and neither does this town."

"What?! That's the stupidest thing that I've ever heard! Whoever this Heero is must be evil if he doesn't like football!" Rabbi said hysterically waving his arms around in the air, Heero was right behind him and almost suffered a broken nose from the hyper boy.

"*I'm* Heero." the Japanese male said.

Rabbi turned around and looked up, "Oh hey Mop Head. You're Heero? What kind of a name is 'Heero'???"

"What kind of a name is 'Rabbi'?" Heero retorted sitting down next to me, "Did you get the tickets, Duo?"

"Duo??? What kind of name is *THAT*???"

I cocked an eyebrow, "What does it matter?"

Rabbi shrugged, "I guess it doesn't. So, when do we leave? I'm *DYING* for some fresh air!"

Heero grunted.

"It's what? 3 PM? I guess we'll at about 5:00 PM." I replied shutting down Hee-chan's laptop. I still hate it, but it comes in handy every now and then.

"Two *hours* until I can see daylight?! That's like forever!" Rabbi complained.

"You can see daylight through the window." Heero pointed out.

"But it's not the same!"

"Sure it is, just pretend that the glass isn't there." I said, "Either that, or go play with your toys for alittle bit."

"I'm hungry."

"Why didn't you say so?" I asked, Rabbi shrugged. "Hee-chan, do you think you can make Rabbi a sandwich?"

"Hai." Heero replied already headed for the kitchen.

I smiled, "Arigato, koi."

Rabbi lifted a brown eyebrow, "Hee-chan? Hai? Arigato? Koi? What is this strange vocabulary?"

"Heero's Japanese, and I'm American, we mix the languages alot." I explained, Rabbi's mouth became a perfect 'o'. I smirked and pushed him in the kitchen's direction, "Go help Uncle Heero with that sandwich of yours."

"You mean Mop Head?"

"I mean Uncle Heero."

"How about Uncle Mop Head?"

I sighed, "Go ask him, it's his name."

"Okay Uncle Girly Man." Rabbi said and bounced off. I shook my head, this kid was nothing like Rachael.

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"Here." said Heero offering a white turkey breast, no mayonnaise, but with lettuce, a slice of cheese, and one tomatoe on wheat bread sandwich to Rabbi at the table.

Rabbi stared at the sandwich for a second.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

The messy haired kid pointed to the brown edges of the bread, "I don't like crust."

Heero took the sandwich and peeled the crust off in one pull then handed it back to Rabbi. The child examined it again then frowned, "Tomatoes are yucky."

Heero pulled out the tomatoe.

The Japanese boy's gesture did not impress the six year old.

"What now?" I asked.

Rabbi poked the bread and pushed it away, "It's wheat bread..."

"It's healthy." Heero retorted pushed the plate back at Rabbi.

"Yeah, yeah, they both have yeast in it. No difference, they just *want* you to think that wheat is healthier."

"It is." Heero said, "Eat it."

Rabbi exhaled his breath in an exasperated demeanor.

"Nani?" said I.

"Nanny?" Rabbi repeated.

"NAH-NI." Heero corrected, "It's a long 'a'."

Rabbi grunted, "Okay okay, enough with the foreign language crap! Just don't use it around me. It's annoying."

Heero frowned.

Rabbi glowered at the sandwich.

"Rabbi, just eat it."

Rabbi turned to me, "It's not cut right. How can I eat a sandwich of it's not cut right? It's like impossible!"

Heero took the knife and cut the bread diagonally.

Rabbi shook his head, "I can't eat it like that! It has to be horizontal!"

My koibito sliced the sandwich in every direction. As a result, each piece was reduced to the size of a quarter, "Here, now you can eat it every way possible."

"It's too small!"

Heero glared.

"Alright! Alright! I'll eat it!" Rabbi grabbed the sandwich--er sandwiches and stuffed a piece in his mouth, he chewed it very slowly making disapproving faces as he did so. A loud 'gulp' was heard as he swallowed the food. The boy kinda scrunched his nose up and stuck his tongue out, "Laaaauuuuugggghhhhhccccckkkkkkkk!"

"What is it now???" I asked.

"I hate turkey."

Heero deepened his glare, "Eat. Chew. Swallow."

Rabbi plopped another piece in his mouth, "Where's the mayo?"

"We don't have any, live with it." Heero said.

Rabbi pushed the plate away in my direction and stated confidently, "I'm not hungry anymore." with that, Rabbi hopped from his chair and ran off to his room. I took Rabbi's chair and sat in it. Heero sighed.

"What's wrong, koi?"

"It's just a sandwich, why must he be so picky? Rachael was never picky like this."

"I know." I pulled the sandwich towards myself and took a bite. I frowned.

"Nani?" Heero asked.

"I don't like my sandwiches without the tomatoes and the Heero." I commented in a satric way imitating Rabbi.

Heero pouted.

"Okay, I can live without the tomatoes, but the Heero is a different story." I pulled Heero into my lap and fed him plus myself the six year old rejected sandwich, there was nothing wrong with it. It tasted fine.

Heero finished the last bit of sandwich and faced me, "Japanese is not annoying."

I shook my head, "No, that's just his opinion." I said. I brushed my lips across Heero's, I could taste the light trace of fat-free turket breast on them, I chuckled.

"Nani?"

"Nothing Hee-chan, you just taste like turkey." I said and resumed kissing him.

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"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"Rabbi, Heero said 'no'!" I said after fifteen minutes of Rabbi's repeated question. It was 5:40 PM and we were on our way to the basketball game.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Are we--"

"No!"

Rabbi sighed, "But--"

"No!"

"Fine."

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I finally pulled into the parking lot of the Gundanium Center TM. Heero and I had come here before many times to watch games, it was huge, I mean I'm talking about you could get *really* get lost in the restroom, Heero and I would know. The front was illuminated with bright lights and there were many cars surrounding the center. It was a dome-like structure made of bricks and concrete. The Gundanium Center was pretty new, obviously it was built after the war. Hint, hint: Gundanium. Heero and I were here the first night it opened. Talk about something. Everything was so cheap for the grand opening. Now it's so expensive. Heero and I have to save up for the tickets. Well...sometimes Heero just hacks. Shh!

"WOW!" Rabbi exclaimed pressing his face up against my car window, "This is like as big as a football stadium!!!"

Heero frowned at the word 'football'. I'm tellin' ya, he really doens't like the sport. I don't know why, but I have a hunch. I don't think that he likes the bash-and-run technique. Not saying that that's all football is...

Anyway, I parked the car, which sucked. It was all the way in the back. I tried to get Rabbi out of the house by five, but he wouldn't stop lollygagging. Well! Would you look at that word! 'Lollygagging'! OMPS, that's hilarious! Lollygagging. Okay, so we had the privilege of running into traffic. Ah, the horrible bliss of traffic! I hate it.

Heero opened his door, "I'll get the tickets, Duo." he said. I nodded, something told me it would take a while if we tried to get tickets with Rabbi.

"You do that Hee-chan. Ya want anything to eat?"

"Just a water and cotton candy." Heero replied.

I smiled, I remember the first time Heero had cotton candy[3]...

"Okay, I'll get that for you, koi." I watched Heero walk away, I swear, he has the cutest walk. No one but me noticed it.

I love him.

"Hey Uncle Girly Man! What are you staring at???" Rabbi asked climbing on, my, leather, seats...!

"Rabbi, don't climb on the seats."

"Why?"

"I don't want it to get dirty."

"Why?"

"I don't want it to get messed up."

"Why?"

"I don't want to replace them."

"Why?"

"I like them the way they are."

"Why?"

"They're cool."

"Why?"

"They're leather."

"Why?"

"Because that's how I bought them."

"Why?"

"That's how it was manufactured."

"Why?"

"It's the design."

"Why?"

"That's how the people who made it wanted them."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"Because! Because! Because!"

"..."

I smirked at my victory.

"Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy???"

"Because I said so and that's THAT!"

"WHY???"

"Because! End of discussion, get out of the car Rabbi."

"Why?"

"Ugh!"

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By the time Rabbi ceased the question 'why', we were at the concession stand.

"Yeah, we want a water, cotton candy--"

"Pink or blue?" the cute petite cashier asked. I thought for a second, pink or blue? Heero likes the blue, but...

"Pink." I said.

"Okay, what else?"

"A large Dr. Pepper, and--what do you want Rabbi?" I asked the six year old.

"NACHOS!!!" Rabbi shouted.

"Yeah, and a small--"

"LARGE!!!"

"Fine, large nachos." the cashier took our order and went to go prepare it. She came back and handed a large, I mean like gigantus tray of nachos to Rabbi and patted him on the head.

"There ya go." she said, "You're a cutie, aren't cha?"

Rabbi looked up at her sweetly with wide eyes, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." replied the cashier, she handed me the water, soda, and pink cotton candy, "Take care of him." she winked.

"I will." I paid her quickly with Quat's credit card, "See ya."

~!~!~!~!~

I saw Heero with the tickets waiting for us at the main gate. "Hee-chan!"

Heero turned around and gave me a that little smile he never shows anyone.

"Uncle Mop Head!"

As soon as 'Mop' crossed Heero's ears, his beautiful smile melted and transformed into a taut frown. Damn. I liked the smile better. When Rabbi and I made it too him, Heero lead us into the entrance.

We were all seated in our seats Heero at the right, me, then Rabbi on then other end. The seats were pretty good, we were close enough to read the numbers of the players. Rabbi sat there peacefully for the first time today that I've seen and munched on his chips. I handed Heero his water and cotton candy.

Heero glared at me once he noticed that the blue puff was *pink*.

"Problem?"

"It's pink." he announced.

"I know."

"It's pink."

"And it bothers you?"

"It's pink."

"You like pink ice cream." I stated.

Heero smirked, "What does this have to do with cotton candy?"

"Absolutely nothing, koi." I leaned in closer as Heero did the same.

"That's what I thought."

"Did you?"

"Flirtatious baka."

"Flirtatious am I?" we were in a soft whisper now.

"Shut up and kiss me, Baka."

Mmm...public affection. Kinky.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE BANANA IS THAT????!!!!"

Heero jumped from his seat, away from me, when we heard the yell. It was of course Rabbi. I turned to him and asked what the problem was.

"That!" Rabbi shouted and pointed to a man who had shot the leather basketball. The man was in a yellow and purplish uniform with the number '34' on his back and front.

I hadn't even noticed that the game had started, but there the players were running back and forth and up and down the court.

"What is it???"

"That's a basketball player."

"Nuh-uh! It's a monster! I've seen them before in my book of scary things. They only want to make you *think* they're something, but really aren't."

"Rabbi, that's Shaquille O'Neal."

The six year old frowned, "Shuckkeel Okneel??? What type of monster is that???"

"It's a basketball player, not a monster."

"But he's HUGE!"

"So are your nachos."

Rabbi snorted.

I turned to Heero who was completely focused on the game playing before us. "What are you doing! Deny the pass and run a fast break! Don't just stand there and watch the ball go out of bounds! Come on Bradley! This is the NBA not YMCA!"

I'm happy that Heero can get involved with something like this.

I sighed, I guess I wouldn't be getting that kiss.

Damn.

~!~!~!~!~

"Who are we cheering for?" Rabbi asked.

"Mavs." I replied.

"No! You can't let them steal the ball like that! Where's the play? How about that three-pointer Nash? Pass the ball! Don't dribble so much!" Heero commanded while standing upright. He covered his eyes then completed a 360 degree circle as the ball was stolen in favor of the other team. I'm sure he would make an excellent coach. He could never contain himself during a game. At home he's even worse, once in a while, we get complaints from our neighbors.

I pulled Heero down into his seat, "Sit down Hee-chan, that's what the chairs are for."

Heero sat.

Five seconds later he was up out of his seat again shouting.

"That was a foul! An offensive foul! A charge! How can you not call that Ref? It was right in front of you, it was also an intentional foul too! Did you see how he dropped that shoulder?" I yelled. Okay, so Heero wasn't the *only* one to blame for all of the ruckus. I was a part of it too, but Heero's most of it.

"Yeah! What Mop Head and Girly Man said!"

I looked down at Rabbi who had joined our side-coaching club. Good, some of these officials were horrible!

The other team scored a three-pointer.

"Noooooo!" Rabbi yelled standing up with his half eaten nachos. He threw his arms up in the air, "BBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he outbursted waving his arms everywhere with his tray of nachos. Gravity played a larger part than centrifagul force did.

SPLAT

Nacho cheese for everyone.

"Hey kid!" angry fans turned to Rabbi, "Watch it!"

Rabbi pushed the tray into my hands and pointed at me, "It was him!"

"Nani???" I asked. Me? I wasn't the one with the nachos!

Glares, frowns, and curses came my way. I gave everyone a nervous chuckle, "Sorry everyone, it won't happen again."

After a few minutes of apologizes, the cheese splattered people resumed watching the game.

~!~!~!~!~

The score was 57 to 44, sorry to say not in our favor. I noticed Rabbi squirming in his seat.

"Is there a reason why you can't sit still?" I asked.

"I have to go to the bathroom!"

I sighed, "Come on then." I grabbed Rabbi's hand, but he pulled away.

"I'm not a little kid! I can walk by myself!"

Not a little kid? He just turned six! Anyway, I wasn't about to argue with him, but I haven't the energy. Funny, Duo Maxwell not having energy. I chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

"Then don't do it!"

I ignored Rabbi's demand.

I'm surprised that Heero noticed that we were leaving, "Duo?"

"Rabbi wants to go to the restroom." I explained, Heero nodded.

I followed Rabbi down the narrow isle. The hazel eyed boy began to run. He tripped over his little feet and knocked over a soda...a *red* soda. The soda was in a cup holder on the back of a chair, Rabbi kicked it over causing it to spill all over the person, lady, in front of the soda's owner. Rabbi left the scene of the crime. Guess who was blamed.

Me.

"Aiiiiieeee!" the female shrieked now drenched in red soda. "My favorite shirt is ruined!" she turned and glared at me, "Look what you've done you clutz!"

"I'm terribly sorry ma'am." I said quickly, the man next to her, which was most likely her husband or boyfriend, glared too.

"Well? Sorry? That's it? It was a thirty dollar shirt! Aren't you going to do something about it?" he asked angrily. What the hell is she doing wearin' a thirty dollar shirt at a basketball games???

"Hold on a sec," I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my black zipper wallet. At the same time I saw Rabbi turn the corner exiting the stadium seats. "Rabbi!" I called, but through all of the noise, he could never hear me. He didn't have super-sonic ears like Heero.

"Hey! What about my shirt!"

I pulled out two twenties, it was all I had. I handed it to the girl. She 'hmphed' and turned back around.

"Dammit! My soda!" the owner of the beverage shouted. "What about that? You're going to pay for her shirt, but not my soda?"

I looked in my wallet again, nothing. I gave the last of my money to the girl. "Split with her, I gave her five bucks extra."

"But--"

"Hey, I have to get that kid." I said then took off. I turned the corner Rabbi went through, "Rabbi!"

Shimatta, where did he go???

"Ra--"

"Geez Uncle Girly Man, I'm right here. No need to yell."

I looked down, there Rabbi was. "Why did you run off like that?"

"I thought I needed to go, but I don't anymore."

"What?"

"I don't need to go anymore."

"How can you just need to go to the restroom, then not want to the next minute later?"

Rabbi shrugged.

I grasped Rabbi's hand whether he liked it or not then pulled him back to our seats and Heero.

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BUUUUUUZZZZZZTTTTT

Half time.

Cheerleaders and mascots filled the floor. Heero relaxed in his seat, "This is bull shit..."

"Watch your mouth Hee-chan."

"Hn."

"This is bull shit!" Rabbi yelled.

"Rabbi!" Heero and I said in unison.

"What?"

"Don't use that language."

"Uncle Mop Head did it."

"That's different." I replied.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah."

"Nuh-uh."

"Rabbi!"

"Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh!"

I didn't say anything.

"I win!" Rabbi cheered.

"We weren't even playing a game."

"I win!"

My eyebrows knitted together, and Heero must have seen it because he placed his hand upon mine and squeezed it gently. Such a small, sweet guesture from Heero could calm me down any time. I leaned towards him ready to kiss him. Oh he's my angel.

I love him.

His breath mixed with mine giving a tingling feeling on my nose.

Then--

"Rabbi!" Heero shouted pulling away a second time. He leaped from his seat and down the narrow isle. I followed, the man whose drink was knocked over by Rabbi, quickly clutched his drink as I passed through. Made me feel better.

"Rabbi!" Heero called again. I spotted the kid, and couldn't believe what I saw. Rabbi was out in the center of the court just walking around like it was an open gym...yelling.

"LAKERS SUCK! MAVERICKS ROCK! LAKERS SUCK! MAVERICKS ROCK!" he was saying.

Heero and I weaved through the cheerleaders and mascots. That 'Maverick Maniac' scares Heero by the way. We reached the boy, but not before a security officer did.

"Hey kid, where's you mommy?" I heard the guard ask.

"Um...she's with my Uncle Quatre." Rabbi answered innocently.

"Where you're Uncle Quatre?"

"I don't know."

"Who did you come here with?"

"Am I in trouble?" Rabbi asked, his eyes full with tears. I bet they were all fake.

"No, no, no. I just want you to get back to however is taking care of you."

"Oh, I came with Uncle Mop Head and Uncle Girly Man." Rabbi said.

"Rabbi!" Heero called a third time. Rabbi turned around, "Uncle Mop Head!"

Rabbi was returned to us and Heero and I were given a long lecture about watching kids. The officer left and Rabbi ran from us...again. Heero and I chased him through the cheerleaders. Rabbi made a sharp turn in front of the female pyramid then tripped over one of the girl's arm.

"Aaaaaaiii!" the women screamed as they tumbled to the ground.

"My ankle!"

"My hip!"

"My wrist!"

The blondes, brunettes, and redheads groaned in pain as they made contact with the floor, the director rushed to their side. I grabbed Heero's hand and he grabbed Rabbi's then we took off back to our seats.

This is terrible.

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"Don't do that again." Heero warned Rabbi.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

Rabbi paused as he searched for an answer to the question 'why not'. He frowned at his lose. I blinked at Heero, how did he do that? Rabbi pulled that same thing on me earlier and it lasted fifteen minutes, Heero says 'why not' and he's won the war. I definitely missed something here.

"Fine." Rabbi replied.

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When the game was over--which I'm happy to say that the Mavericks won by two points, go us, we headed for the car, but not before a quick stop Rabbi insisted that we make.

"Wait!" Rabbi said. Heero and I halted. Rabbi ran to the side of the building and pulled his pants down. What? Pulled his pants down???

"Rabbi!" Heero and I chorused together. A tinkling sound was heard. I can't believe this. The kid was using the side of the building as a public outhouse! Didn't he have any decency???

"Ahhh...much better." Rabbi said then pulled his pants up and joined us. How gross, he didn't even wash his hands.

"I thought you didn't need to use the bathroom." I pointed out.

"I changed my mind."

~!~!~!~!~

It wasn't long before we arrived home. Heero sent Rabbi to bed as I crashed in our room. Heero came in soon after.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-chhaaaaaaaaaaannn....!" I whinned in a pathetic voice.

"Hn."

I pressed my lips against his. OMPS, it felt so good to be able to kiss him freely like this. I pulled his shirt off, then his pants, shoes, and socks leaving him only in his boxers. Heero sat in my lap as I accepted his kisses. Heero moaned.

"Hey! Some people are trying to sleep here!" Rabbi yelled.

Heero and I froze.

My Japanese koibito shifted from my lap to the bed. He kissed my forehead and crawled under the covers. I of course joined my beautiful lover.

"Good game, ne?" Heero asked.

"I guess, but I was too busy chasing after that munchkin of a Rabbi see any of the major plays."

"Gomen." Heero apologized, I really didn't know why, but...

I shook my head anyway, "I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself."

"...Rabbi's a handful."

"Yeah, different, huh?"

"Very."

And to think we have to put up another six days with him.

"Go to sleep Hee-chan." I said and pecked Heero on the cheek.

I love him.

We closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Rabbi is nothing like Rachael, I see it now. Complete opposites. How can they even be related? At this rate, I don't think I'll *ever* get to give Heero his surprise. I better ask him soon, despite the scenario. I will eventually do it.

Damn.

It was going to be a long week...

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TBC?

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Wow, it's finally the end of part one! So, if anyone wants me to continue, should the rest of the parts be long like this, or shorter? I hope I didn't lose you in the lengthy text. Anyway, sorry it took so long to compose this sequel. I feel really bad. I don't even know if anyone's still interested in it -_-; Despite that, hope you enjoyed!

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[1]- box: cubicle, from "First Kiss Delayed", that's what Duo called his cubicle.

[2]- Rachael's picture: picture that Rachael drew at the end of "First Kiss Delayed"

[3]- cotton candy: refers to Heero's first encounter with cotton candy again also in "First Kiss Delayed"