Currently Untitled by TanithNight
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 3x2, 1x5x1, 3x4 (will add more if/when they occur)
Warnings: Yaoi, Lime, Angst
Disclaimer: I own the world and everything in it, up to and including the boys from Gundam Wing. Why am I in a room with padded walls and oh what an interesting jacket.
Rating: R(M) for future chapters
Duo POV
"I told you not to make that jump."
"Yea, yea, yea. You are all knowing and wise beyond your years, Trowa. I would, however, like to point out that I made the jump. I just landed on my foot wrong."
"Most likely breaking your foot."
In response I just rolled my eyes. As we walked the mile through the woods Trowa assisted me within keeping as much weight off my foot. His left arm was around my waist and his right arm helped support my right arm around his shoulders. It was awkward and a little uncomfortable and believe it or not it wasn't because of my foot. Trowa stands a good head taller than me. Out trek was slow for obvious reasons. As the sun began to set the temperature began to drop and rapidly too. I shivered. What? It was freezing all of a sudden. Trowa must have felt me shiver because he pulled me tighter against his body. Not a bad place to be if I do say so myself. We finally made it to the safe house. We hobbled up the steps and to the door. Trowa released my arm and shifted behind me placing both hands on my hips. I limped a few steps closer while Trowa never relinquished his hold. Steadying myself I pulled out my lock picks and worked on getting the door open. It took me a little longer than usual to unlock the door, I blame it on the pain in my foot and not the fact that Trowa was standing very closely behind me. As I turned the knob and flung the door wide open Trowa moved to my side again. Moving inside we fumbled for a light switch. I struck gold! The room was instantly flooded with fluorescent white light. We made our way over to the couch where Trowa dropped me unceremoniously. In the process, my foot banged against the frame of the couch sending a fresh wave of pain through my body.
"Stay put."
"As if I could move right now!" I flopped the upper portion of my body on the seat of the couch my lower body was already stretched out. I could hear Trowa moving about in another room. In what seemed like ages before he returned. I only noticed his presence when he picked up my legs and sat down. He gently set them on his lap. Carefully he removed my boots and socks. His face grimaced at what I can only imagine is the horrific stench emanating from my feet. Heh, I'm not that brave. My feet have been in those boots for almost 37 hours. Opening the first aid kit that he placed on my legs he pulled the athletic tape out and began to carefully tape up my foot. I have never seen Trowa be so gentle outside of playing the flute. Lifting my legs he stood laying them back on the couch he asked.
"Do you want any meds?"
"Nope."
"Okay." He left turning into another room. Seconds later he emerged with a bag of ice. He leaned over my foot and carefully set the bag of ice on it. "Keep this on the foot. I'm going to fix us something for dinner. If you need anything just holler." With that he turned to leave.
"Trowa?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
I got no verbal response just his head inclining slightly before he disappeared into the kitchen. At some point I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Trowa was standing over me slightly shaking me all the while calling my name.
"It's about time. I have been trying to wake you for five minutes. Diner is ready." I pulled myself into a sitting position. Trowa handed me my plate and sat down on the other end. We ate in silence and when done Trowa took our plates to the kitchen. By the time he got back I had already stretched out again. Walking up to the end of the couch where my head lay, he wiggled his fingers and I sat up, the moment I did he sat down pulling my head into his lap. I scooted down propping (very carefully) my feet on the arm of the couch. Bliss! I was in complete bliss. After turning on the television he began to run his hand through my bangs. I was elevated to a state of ecstasy. My eyes were on the television, but every fiber of my being was keenly focused on that hand.
~*~
I woke up with the sun shining in my face. Not a pleasant way to wake up. In the process of stretching I some how wacked my foot.
"Ow! Shit! Damn it!
Suddenly Trowa was standing by my bed. "What's wrong?"
"I hit my foot! What do you think is wrong!?"
He smiled and a short laugh. I'm in excruciating pain and he is laughing. As he left the room I heard him mumble "Told you not to make that jump."
"Asshole."
Eventually I made it out of bed and made my way over to my bag that Trowa must have carried in here at some point. Very carefully I changed my boxers and put on a clean pair of jeans. I more or less stumbled into the kitchen and wandered over to the frig for a drink.
"Should you be walking on that foot?"
"Damn it Trowa. Do not sneak up on me like that."
He picked up the carton of milk that I dropped "this coming from the master of stealth."
"I do believe your powers of stealth far surpass mine." I said as I reached for a glass that was slightly out of reach. Trowa moved behind me my fell to the counter top as it suddenly became dead weight and swallowed hard as he reached above me to grab the glass. I held absolutely still, not even breathing. My heart rate accelerated and my palms were sweaty. The thoughts running through my head would make a sailor blush and were not helping. When he set the glass down it startled me causing me to jump and put my full weight on my broken foot. That in turn caused me to fall back against Trowa. I'm pretty sure if I wasn't in so much pain that I would hear Duo Jr. cheering.
He helped me to a chair, poured me a glass of milk and set about making breakfast. Six minutes later a large stack of pancakes were set in front of me. I had the decency to wait for Trowa to sit down at the table with his own plate and orange juice. I devoured my five pretty instantly and sat back and watched Trowa slowly, but efficiently eat his. When he finished, "thanks Trowa, I haven't had pancakes since Sister Helen use to make them."
Author's Notes:
Tanith: I would like to introduce you all to my muse, Kaleidacope. {Turns and extends hands to present muse} Kaleidascope, where are you? I'm trying to introduce you to our readers. Will you stop spinning and get over here?
Kaleidascope: But look at the pretty colors.
Tanith:{Stands, walks over to muse and drags her back} As I was saying this is Kaleidascope.
Kaleidascope: {Waves enthusiastically} Hi everyone! I'm glad to be introduced to you all and I hope you all continue to enjoy our collaborations. {Tanith looks down and sees a paper that was not there previously}
Tanith: Kaleidascope?
Kaleidascope: Yes?
Tanith: What is this? {Points to paper}
Kaleidascope: Oh, that. That is a story synopsis.
Tanith: What!? Need I remind you that we have not finished Meine Bessessenheit and about a half dozen other fics need to be finished.
Kaleidascope: I know, but um… look it's your favorite Gundam pairing.
Tanith: That is not the point!!
Kaleidascope: Tanith, I don't like that look. Just remember that… thatit is um… bad luck… yea bad luck to kill your muse.
Tanith: You're probably right. {Sighs and sits back down to start typing}
Kaleidascope: What are you typing? Is it a new chapter or story?
WANTED: A muse who does not twirl creating colorful patterns on the ceiling. One that can maintain focus and assist beyond the initial plot.
Kaleidascope: That's not nice. You can't replace me.
Tanith: I can try!