Title: Boy Meets… Girl?!
Chapter Title: 1- Of Stuffy Bras and Panties
Author: Shace
Summary: Duo gets turned into a girl!! What trouble ensues when every boy in town has their eye set on him…uhm … her ?!! 1+2, 13+5, 3+4, and random pairings as well.
Rating: PG-13, rating will change depending on chapter ^^
Author's Notes: Standard disclaimers apply. The following characters do not belong to me. This is my first GW fic. (It's AU btw) Please bear with me, there might be OOC-ness! Oh, and review, review, review please?!! [pout] A lousy attempt in comedic romance . This goes out to Angie my supposedly beta reader who came in late and someone I've influenced into liking Yami no Matsuei and Gravitation! Sara-chan my best friend, Debbie, Anne and Jen.
Duo Maxwell sighed dreamily, looking up at the stars from his and Heero Yuy's open bedroom window. Little shiny dots were scattered against the black canopy of the sky, glittering like elegant diamonds against dark velvet. Thins wisps of clouds were barely visible in the endless stretch of darkness, weaving beneath the silver moon like broken swabs of cotton, torn.
The air was cold, rushing into your lungs like sliver icicles. Branches rustled with the warm soft wind, bandying their leafy arms, outstretched upwards.
The soft ambience created h so romantic vibe that just made you want to cuddle the love of your life and drown in the sentimentality of the moment. Maybe kiss beneath the glow of the moonlight and linger in each other's arms afterwards, just sharing a unique silence that took no need for words- quiet being the beautiful language between the both of you.
It was a night that caught the atmosphere of sweet, ant-attracting affection. The night that one small sound could shatter the serenity of a memory, the night that perhaps fate could alter swiftly, change your life forever permanently or not really.
Duo sighed once more, mournfully instead of wistfully this time. It's not as if he could do such a thing as kissing or cuddling after all.
Even if the love of his life were just an arm's reach away, they'd probably just end up beating the crap out of each other if he tried anything funny.
Duo looked at the other occupant of the room: Heero Yuy was so engrossed typing in his sleek black laptop that the world seemed just like a tiny shard of reality nobody really needed. He was rather oblivious, more often indifferent toward everything around him and rarely drew out any other hint of emotion but anger and annoyance, mostly in Duo's part.
Heero was leaned against the headboard of his bed, legs slightly at angle, prussian blue eyes scanning the small monitor on his lap. He seemed uncannily oblivious to Duo's stare at first but when the braided boy's gaze prolonged momentously, Heero looked up, his face a mask of cold, devoid of human emotion and Duo looked away before eyes had their moment to lock, cheeks flustering crimson.
No, he can never, ever have him.
Heero Yuy, the stoic, silent Japanese boy who was Duo's roommate had dull, prussian blue eyes that perceived unfeeling aloofness. Dull because it never betrayed weakness, and had never shimmered with a smile or crinkled with amusement. It was like he couldn't feel anymore.
Heero Yuy was tough and headstrong, sensuous though he was vaguely aware of it.
Oh well, at least I'm the closest person to him. At least I'm his roommate. Duo thought bitterly.
That's all he'll ever be anyway, a roommate, never a friend or anything important. Heero did not entertain such worldly things anyway, such other bothersome things that would make his life—the one that revolved around his laptop for god knows why—complicated.
Duo watched from the corner of his eye as Heero ran his fingers - those nimble fingers that could be touching Duo at the most secretive places of his body if the stoic boy would only allow them- through his silky dark brown hair.
Heero's moves were graceful and slick.
Duo sulked openly as he stared into the sky again.
"I wish that block of ice Heero would return my feelings." A soft whisper, hissing into the night sky. The wind felt cool against his face and he shivered momentarily before rubbing both of his hands together to induce friction and heat.
After a terse silence as he turned to Heero who, somehow had locked eyes with him again, he tore his gaze away albeit reluctantly, unable to find any warmth in their steely depths.
Duo closed the window and pulled down the blinds silently, fingers delicately willing themselves to shush so as not to disturb Heero's peace.
He flicked off the lights at his end of the room and buried himself beneath the lilac scented blankets of his bed, a throw pillow on his head to hide his forlorn face. He was lying on his stomach then, wishing so hard that by some miracle of God, Heero would realize he was in love with him as well. But the question lingered—what was love anyway?
Bodily satisfaction? Duo guessed he might not ever know.
You've got it bad, Duo. You're a hapless dreamer.
Even the braided boy's subconsciousness knew it was obvious he could never have Heero.
The aforementioned boy in his other end of the room was very much indifferent to the thoughts of his roommate even if instance had it that he'd heard him - and he didn't anyway – because it wasn't as if he actually cared for the annoying, loud braided baka's welfare.
All he managed to do was irk the hell out of him and sing in the shower and wake him up with a horrible song… Actually, come to think of it, Heero loathed the American in particular—someone who seemed to have made his lifer less worth living for in the foreign state.
And in the night sky, as Heero resumed his usual aloofness after pondering why the braided baka slept early that night and what the latter might have in mind to tweak Heero's temper the next day, a shooting star streaked past.
The gods were listening after all in their thrones in heaven. Or were they?
Duo laid twisted under the sheets grieving about his luck in love and life.
***
The morning was lovely. The soft golden glow of the sunlight filtered into the room between the creases of the mint green curtains that adorned the windows, flooding the four-cornered space with a warm yellow-orange light.
A faint smell of pancakes, toast and butter drifted off and wafted into the room where the two boys slept surely in two separate beds. The room with its unusual silence—which any of that kin was constantly shattered by the braided American—seduced sleep from the content, resting faces of the two teens (actually only the braided one's) as peace hovered in the atmosphere making it pitiful to be shattered.
Duo Maxwell rolled sideways in his bed, still groggy in his sleep as the bed creaked softly and dipped under his weight. He clutched a pillow on his side; eyes shut and still refusing to leave the confines of slumber as he dreamt that the pillow in his arms was a certain Japanese boy, adamantly refusing to let go.
However, when his nose took a whiff of pancakes and butter, which marked the scrumptious preparations of breakfast, he was quickly jolted out of his sleepy stupor and dragged back into consciousness.
"Hee-chan, w..why do y…you sm…ell like pancakes…?" He slurred. He rolled over to his side again to hug the Heero-pillow tighter, which proved to be a mistake that caused him to fall off of the bed. A small thud ensued barely perturbing the other occupant of the room.
Groaning, Duo rubbed his sore rear. "Damn, that hurt." He still had this dreamy look plastered about his face, which might confuse an onlooker if he'd been hurt or not. "Hee-chan…" He giggled in a high-pitched tone so unfamiliar to him, it sounded almost like a giggle.
This indistinct squeal however, was of no mood to situate itself in Duo's mind for the latter had much more important matters to worry about, like breakfast for example.
Duo dragged himself into the bathroom, feeling so light and weightless all of a sudden as he took a good gander of the sleeping Japanese boy.
Shutting the door behind him and shamelessly scratching his back, Duo sleepily turned on the shower.
He tugged at his shirt to take it off, wondering why all of a sudden his chest seemed to have expanded, however his waist seemed to have slimmed oppositely. Being lulled by the soft smell of butter once more, he shrugged off any nuisances from his mind, focusing his albeit deviating attention towards the shower.
Shrugging and smiling dreamily to himself after stepping out of his underwear and mind lingering to that sweet dream that included a certain stoic boy, Duo stepped into the shower after undoing his braid long.
After a few minutes of shower, Duo, hair now in sticky sorts that clung to the sides of his face, grabbed a towel to wrap it around his waist. His eyes were quite blurry and didn't want to cooperate as he looked into the mirror to brush his teeth and hair with of course, separate brushes.
Nothing seemed strange, schedules all flowing smoothly into routine sequence, from the shower singing and the early morning 'dance', except of course for this instance wherein Duo had rubbed his eyes frantically and took one good look into the mirror.
Queerly, there was a beautiful chestnut-haired girl staring back at him topless, with a towel wrapped around her pale waist, leaving the area waist up bare.
Duo blushed, looking away. "Sorry," He muttered, turning to the door and exiting the bathroom he and Heero shared.
After coherent thought slammed into Duo's nutshell, he pulled the door open once more to stare into the mirror. The girl with violet eyes and thin, kissable lips mimicked his every move as he gestured wildly with his hands to test the reflection. And as if to emphasize her point, the girl in the mirror bore the same body markings as he.
Duo stepped out of the bathroom in silence, shutting the door behind him and gulping at the lump forming in his throat. A high-pitched, unfeminine yell pierced the tranquility in the house that Iria Winner owned that bright Tuesday morning.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Heero was snapped out of his sleep-clouded mind at once as the annoying scream came in several repetitions, each of which was original as the strange girl ran around the room insanely and threw different variations of tribal dances or something akin to that anyway.
"Shut up." Heero ordered, pulling the sheets to his head to block out any more noise. "Shut up!"
When the girl seemed too busy screaming her pretty little head off, Heero of course, unable to see her 'beauty' because of the amount of cotton that buried his head.
When the girl seemed to have been deaf to Heero's mandate because of her overly loud yelling, Heero threw off the sheets exasperatedly and grabbed her by the waist from behind.
"Shut. Up." The girl ceased before she and Heero realized she had nothing on above her waist cordially afterwards; she resumed screaming, turning to face Heero and shaking him by the shoulders violently, and red in the face.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! HEEEEEERRRRROOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Heero had his hand covering his eyes and he grit his teeth as he girl yelled his name. Wait. Hang on, had they been acquainted?
"HEEEEEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOO YYYYYYUUUUUUUUYYYYY! YOU SICK JAPANESE PERVERT !" Heero grit his teeth once more at being labeled a pervert, a strong urge to kick something present in the vicinity— say his roommate perhaps? —surfacing in him.
"I am not a pervert."
The girl began hitting him in the head with a pillow.
"I'm never sharing a room with you again!!!" The girl exclaimed. "NEVER! NEVER! I'D ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU ACTED KIND OF FUNNY AROUND ME—OH MY GOD, WHAT AM I SAYING?!"
The girl reached for Heero's hands to touch at her bare chest.
Heero turned red, a foreign blush to his cheeks as his fingers splayed against smooth, pale mounds. "LOOK HEERO THEY'RE REAL! THEY'RE NOT SILLICON! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?! MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! LAST NIGHT I STILL HAD MY GNATS BUT NOW LOOK—THEY'RE GONE! VANISHED! CAPOOSH!!"
The girl started crying helplessly with large tears and Heero had been dumbly aware that his hands were still on the girl's chest. He quickly yanked his hands back, pulling it to his sides like a gentleman while retaining his usual glare.
The girl sobbed, tears wetting her flushed face and she as if to prove her point earlier about her lower regions altering overnight, she pulled Heero's hands towards her again, placing them on her hips to ease off the towel.
Heero was rather unsure of himself. It was the first time in his life he had ever encountered an aggressive, loud, annoying girl who bore a remarkable semblance to his room roommate.
Unbeknownst to the Japanese youth, the towel covering the loud girl had slipped off in a heap on the floor near his feet. When he looked down to cast a brief glance at the towel, his eyes trailed unconsciously upwards to view the girl's slender legs before resting on—
"Ahhhhhh!!" The girl screamed yet again, bringing her hand to slap across Heero's cheek. Heero cradled his abused cheek in one hand and upon instinct his hand flew to grasp the girl's arm painfully.
The girl's scream earlier had prolific effects though, bringing Quatre Winner, a younger brother of Iria, into the scene, the door bursting open widely.
"I heard screaming!" Quatre's innocent eyes widened as he stared at Heero and the strange, scantily clad girl with long brown hair that reached to cover her bottom.
Heero had his one hand on the girl's arm, the girl crying and sobbing shrilly, a towel discarded on the floor.
"Heero, please! That hurts, what you're doing!"
Quatre blushed and quickly whirled around so as not to face that awkward situation, trying desperately to disregard the insinuative girl.
The girl blinked and froze at the precise time Trowa and Wufei in his polka dotted pyjamas decided to come busting in as well.
The Chinese teen was grumbling at being awakened from his peaceful slumber and the injustice of it all when he stopped and looked up at Heero and the girl.
The situation and at the obvious lack of clothing, made the Chinese teen's nose almost bleed.
"Oi, Yuy what are you doing there so early in the morning?" He smirked gesturing to Heero's sinful hands.
Trowa decided that he'd spare himself the trouble knowing just what exactly Heero had been doing earlier as he copied Quatre in turning around.
Iria, who had heard all the commotion, the screaming withstanding, came rushing with a worried look in her face that quickly changed into something of sheer shock, horror and confusion.
The strange girl blushed beet red and Heero remained composed. "It's not what you think." He said. The girl scrambled to her feet, pulling the towel up to her chest to cover herself, giving everybody the perfect view of her pale nakedness.
Heero gulped.
The girl nodded hastily. "Heero and I-" Heero yanked his hand away and Trowa, who had turned around the moment Iria appeared into the scene, whistled playfully at the... things on her chest.
"Heero and I are just roommates." The girl shrugged carelessly, her damp hair falling to the skin of her shoulders.
"Heero, who is this girl?" Iria asked as calmly as possible. "Why does she claim to be your roommate? And what in God's name were you two doing earlier?"
The girl had the decency to blush again, hiding her shame-faced self in the mass of hair that fell in some length to her rear.
"I don't know." Heero scowled at the girl. "She—" He pointed an accusing finger at the girl who gasped innocently, mouthing a 'me?' "—Started screaming and grabbed my hands to touch her chest this morning."
The girl blushed, a pretty shade coloring her cheeks.
"If you're so much as disgruntled there, Yuy," Wufei drawled lazily, leaning against the doorframe. "Maybe you shouldn't have hired her to pleasure you in the first place."
The girl stuck out her tongue at the Chinese teen.
The almighty death glare silenced Wufei before his next ramble.
Iria looked thoroughly confused at the lack of answers.
"What's your name, Miss?" She the girl asked softly.
The girl looked up, violet eyes liquid.
"Duo Maxwell." She murmured as gentle as Iria had mustered her voice to be. She pressed her thin lips together in attempt to look naïve.
Everybody stared at her, dumbfounded.
"Excuse me?" Iria choked, trying to keep her judgments biased as much as possible though it proved to be a difficult task. "You're who again?"
The girl had those tears clinging to her violet eyes again, haphazardly dangling at the fine silken eyelashes that were one of her prizes.
"Duo… Maxwell… Heero's roommate."
"Oookkkkaaaayyyy….." Iria frowned. "Who's up to calling the cops and canceling school?"
"I am." Wufei said rather boredly. "School is unjust anyway. Those fascist teachers can get to your nerves with the amount of homework they assign."
"Please don't call the cops!" The girl pleaded, not before glaring at the Chinese teen that always seemed to have disliked him from day one. "I really am Heero's roommate Duo Maxwell! I went to bed last night as a boy, equipped with all the proper organs after wishing that the love of my life would return my feelings but it didn't come true, instead backfiring and now look!! It turned me into girl! Either that or someone is really, really angry with me and decided to torture me witchcraft style and I don't care if you say my story is pretty far fetched because it's true and canceling breakfast would be a bad idea because I simply love your pancakes Iria!"
She said this all in one breath.
Iria blinked and turned around to face Trowa, Wufei and Quatre who had conveniently turned to face the scene after the loud girl clothed herself. "Did anybody catch that?"
Quatre pitied the girl whose wet chestnut hair clung to her slender face. He spoke up in a soft whisper Heero scowled at.
"I think she's telling the truth." He turned to the others in the room. "I really think she is or rather was Duo Maxwell. I've got this gut feeling that it's all true, what she's saying."
"You shouldn't be relying on gut feelings alone." Heero said, frowning at the Winner boy. "That's what leads you into peril. I say we call the cops."
"I agree." Wufei muttered.
"I think you should all shut up." Trowa announced, shocking everybody but Heero who remained stoic and devoid of emotion like he always was.
Iria turned to him, waiting for what he had to say while Wufei rolled his eyes and yawned idly, watching the girl who kept tugging at her hair from the corner of his eye.
"This girl has a strange resemblance to… Maxwell." Trowa pointed to the girl who raised her arms and nodded appreciatively. "They have the same physical features, even the irking loudness of his character is well evident in her. But the question remains however, where is Maxwell?"
"This isn't another episode of Murder She Wrote, Sherlock." The girl mumbled under her breath, mimicking Trowa.
Heero caught that and glared at her for 'interfering' with Trowa, for the sake of something to do.
"Where is Duo Maxwell?" Iria found herself asking out loud.
All eyes turned to Heero though instead of the owner of the house and the Japanese teen, glowered at all of them darkly, arms crossed.
"What are you implying? That I killed him?"
"No! Of course… not!" Iria said quickly. "It's just that, it's rather strange that Duo's gone… And at a Tuesday." She furrowed her brows in disbelief, shaking her head. "He knows it's Pancake day every Tuesday… He loves my pancakes."
"Maybe he got kidnapped by aliens because he was so damned annoying." Wufei suggested, shrugging when Iria's brow rose. "The boy's a chatterbox."
"All right, all right!" The girl raised her arms up in authorative dismissal, better to stop the long string of insults directed at her or who she used to be. "People, break it off! I thought I told you I AM DUO! I know you guys find it hard to believe, even I do myself, but please for Pete's sake, don't turn this beautiful Tuesday Pancake morning into a Scooby Doo And the Mystery Machine morning! I am Duo who, would you look at that, turned into a girl overnight! Case closed!"
"Look, I don't know who or what to believe." Iria admitted, stepping closer to the girl. "This is the first time in the five years that I took care of this house that anybody has ever broken in. Being that you've not stolen anything yet, I promise to let you off the hook easily if you tell us the truth."
The girl sighed exasperatedly. "I. Am. Not. A. Thief."
Iria considered things for a moment and with a patient sigh herself, she placed a finger on her temple, abating the slight headache that was forming there.
"All right, you boys get ready for school." She announced. "I'm fixing this whole mess up. There's breakfast on the table, make sure to leave some for me and Miss… Maxwell here.
No, not you little girl! You are not leaving this room until we have a decent talk!"
She grabbed Duo's arm and sent him/her back into the room. Duo pouted and looked longingly at the boys that exited the room. Out of hunger, she had almost imagined Trowa winking seductively at her but dismissed the thought for it was a well-known fact that he an Quat were an item.
"I'll give you some decent clothes to wear." Iria said as soon as she shut the door behind her with a small thud, regarding Duo with sisterly eyes. "You just don't prance around the street clad only in a towel, all right? Otherwise you'd end up molested or killed."
Duo opened her mouth to speak but was shushed when Iria grabbed a chair from a nearby desk and sat in front of her, crossing her arms.
"Tell me now, slowly, just what happened to you, Duo."
Duo sighed and began her story. At the end of it, Iria questioned her, testing her knowledge of 'Duo Maxwell' and upon passing the inquisition, Iria leaned against the chair, surveying Duo with an amused smile.
"Did anyone tell you, you make an attractive girl, Duo?"
Duo grinned. "So, does this mean you believe me or you think I'm the greatest liar in the whole universe but will give me breakfast anyways as credit for both?"
Iria groaned and rubbed her temples.
***
Quatre, Wufei and Trowa went on their way to school after Iria told them that she'd talk to Duo first, girl to girl. They would run late and wouldn't want that of course, not another detention duty with Mr. Marquise who forced them to do ninety pushups per tardiness.
Heero however didn't want to go yet. He left his laptop inside his room and would adamantly state that he required it to help him in the string of activities at school which was not entirely true, at least to the other boys' opinion anyway.
When you were in high school, having a laptop is like owning bringing a dog in a bridal shower.
And so after having his breakfast and changing wardrobe as Iria had conveniently brought Duo to her room for their little talk, Heero waited patiently at the foot of the stairs, standing there and staring at nothing in particular but the floor.
When he heard gentle footfalls padding against wood, he looked up to meet the violet eyes of Duo Maxwell, or at least whom the girl claimed to be.
The braded girl had a wealth of chestnut hair and violet eyes that could have rivaled Aphrodite's if her eyes were violet anyway. Her frame was small, skin pale as porcelain and Heero had never ever seen such a beautiful sight in his life before.
Duo smiled shyly, particularly at Heero who had this blank look on his face (yet inside he was losing an internal battle as his heart plummeted into his stomach and marveled over her beauty.)
She played with the edge of her blouse, taking long, slow steps downward the stairs and toward him, and if Heero's eyes hadn't been deceiving him, Duo's lips were painted with sheen of glittery pink.
Duo wore a pink blouse that hugged her chest tightly matched with a plaid blue skirt at least three inches above her bare, pale knees and boyish, rowdy sneakers.
Her hair was in a usual braid and forlorn wisps of hair caught in her violet eyes. Heero had this sudden urge to push the fringe back, although he fought it back.
"Is breakfast over?" Duo smiled that serene smile that could've lighten up a cavern of darkness in an instant and flood said cavern with beauteous roses.
Heero rolled his eyes mentally. Did he just think that?
Duo smirked, Heero completely missing it. "I guess not."
***
"Now, now Heero, take care of uhm... her, will you?" Iria handed them their school bags, feeling just like a big sister to the boy(s).
"Don't let anybody, including yourself, hurt her, all right?"
Heero just stared coldly at her. Iria frowned and crossed her arms in front of her.
"I'll figure this thing out, don't worry, Duo." She cast a brief glance at Duo who nodded and bounced happily out the door munching on a piece of toast as she pirouetted daftly.
"Hn." Heero was almost out the door when Iria tugged at Heero's wrist, stopping him.
"Make sure she stays away from other boys, Heero."
It was more of a plea than an order. Heero shook his wrist to dislodge from her grip, scowling at her darkly.
Duo was his age and could take care of himself/herself. What difference did gender make? Duo was still that annoying, loud baka who kept him up all night by his annoying singing, used the toothpaste way too much and took the longest time using the bathroom!
"Heero?" Iria tried once more when she didn't get a response from the boy earlier.
"Hn."
Heero was out the door as Iria waved and smiled sadly. Duo waved back jubilantly despite her…erm… condition, stuffing the toast boyishly into her mouth and chewing open mouthed.
"Bye Iria!!"
When Heero and Duo were out of sight, Iria turned back into the house, arms on her waist as she shook her head in disbelief.
"What did that boy get himself into now!?"
***
Wolf whistles followed Duo and Heero on their way to school but both took no heed except at one point when somebody started hitting on Duo, and following their trail, asking for her to take off her underwear out there in the street.
Duo punched the poor guy in the gnats and he limped away in fear, muttering something about tough chicks.
Both teens were already late but that did not change the fact that they were still walking in a snail's pace to the public high school, actually only Duo did as Heero tried to loose him deliberately by walking fast paced.
"I can't possibly think that I'd be turning into a girl when I wished that you—I mean, this GIRL at school would return my feelings. I mean, if you wished that your crush would notice you, being turned into the opposite sex is not so amusing and would probably get you nowhere near them, right?!" Duo pulled at her bag, adjusting it on her back properly.
"Heh, stupid stars! They just screw your life even more!"
Duo tugged at the end off her braid and began chewing her bottom lip in frustration. A normal person in her condition could barely act that way but Duo kept optimistic because simply folks, she was Duo Maxwell after all. If anybody can manage it, she can.
"I can't just come into class like this, can I? What if, I don't turn back into a boy anymore? What if, I'd end up a girl forever? What if I won't be allowed in the men's room anymore!"
Heero cursed under his breath for Duo's loud voice attracted lots of onlookers, some of which sighed and said something about them being 'a cute young couple' to quote one.
"Maybe I should have this surgery thing; sex change is legal in Cuba after all. Though I'm not sure, if it hurts then I won't push through with the whole thing, if ya know what I mean. I hate needles and knives; they give me the shivers! Pricking into your skin… Eurgh…"
Duo turned to look at Heero who remained expressionless, acting like his usual self. They were walking side by side amidst the quiet of the sidewalk and Duo frowned at her companion's lack of interest.
"Hey, Hee-chan," That really got the quiet Japanese boy off.
"Are you really gonna do what Miss Iria said? Taking care of me, I mean? I'm not an invalid you know, I can take care of myself. I'm one tough guy after all… uhm… girl… whatever. You know these panties I'm wearing right now can get really stuffy! My legs are all stiff and cold for crying out loud. How can girls possibly stand these short skirts?"
She began adjusting her bra straps and skirt, shamelessly pulling down a little bit of fabric that had gotten somewhere in between her rear area.
Heero scowled at Duo. "You're a disgrace to all female species, did you know that?"
Duo rolled her eyes. "You're just jealous because if you'd ever get turned into a girl… uhm… I'd still be prettier than you! Ha! And I get to wear a bra! "
"I wouldn't be so idiotic and lowly as you, Maxwell."
Heero began walking in brisk strides, leaving Duo to herself a few feet behind. When at last Heero's words sank into realization, Duo ran after him, a big frown on her face.
"HEY!! COME BACK HERE, YUY!!! I'll mash you into pulp for saying that!"
"Damn, Heero can sure walk fast." Duo thought out loud as she ran into the road to cross, however, it proved to be a mistake once more (notice how he's done that a lot often?) since the stoplight decided to shine green precisely in sync.
In a flurry of loud, ear-splitting honks and a large red truck blurring a hazy blue past normal vision, Duo's eyes widened, waiting for the inevitable.
She stood there, rooted to the ground as she watched in utter horror as the truck came closer and closer, till she could almost feel it drawing near. Her limbs were stiff as boards as she waited for the onslaught of pain, blood and death, maybe a few angels to come carry her.
"NOO—pff!"
The next thing she remembered after coherent thought dissipated and returned once more was that she was pinned beneath the ground, underneath a certain Japanese boy, her back hurting a little as it grazed against hard concrete. The weight above her was enough to crush her ribs.
"You do not cross the street when the light turns green, baka."
Duo felt his/her heart palpitate in her chest as he/she realized his/her legs were apart and that Heero's middle was between them. They were touching. Still her ribcage hurt a lot with Heero pressed against her.
"Sorry, Hee-chan." She stumbled at her own words and then, Heero stood up and brushed himself off.
Duo, although relieved that Heero had saved her from an untimely demise, frowned at the loss of Heero's crushing weight on her.
"Hn."
Duo got to her feet, slightly disoriented from the previous occurrence, and shook her head. She was quite surprised when Heero pulled her up by the hand, fingers entangling firmly with hers—there was no gentleness there, no affection, just an unfeeling reluctance from Heero's tenuous grip— but for Duo it meant so much already.
Sparks flew; it was the best moment of her life.
The gods had heard her after all.
And then slowly, breaking the inevitable silence between them as Heero resumed his pace and let go of her hand, Duo looked up at him, idly carrying her bag on her shoulder.
Softly in a hushed tone, "Thanks, Heero."
Heero looked at her, stopped in his tracks. An odd look passed his face like silver icicles of emotion melting slowly against the ground, and then swiftly in the blink of an eye, it shattered— narrowed down into absolute nothingness.
Duo blinked.
"Baka Maxwell." Heero murmured, half-heartedly.
It was only after all, the beginning of the chaos and Duo could only smile at the small, albeit imperceptible flush on Heero's cheeks.
Tbc…
Is sex change legal in Cuba? I dunno. Hm, I suck, don't I? Well, in a few days or weeks, perhaps decades, I'd check and see how many reviews this crap gets, it's not like I'm expecting it to be a hit or anything, just that, well… wishful thinking. Want some more pa? Then review me and make me smile.
Comments, suggestions, hell even flames are welcome. I am very kind. (gag)