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Part one
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by Mini
Lotsa thanky-doos to Katie for pre-reading
and correcting my mistakes!! ^_^!! *hugs!!*
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"Where's Duo?" Quatre rambled, "He's missing tea time!!"
Lord knows Quatre loved his tea time. And he expected everyone to get their arse in gear and show up. The normally peaceful blonde already had his dreaded mallet out and ready for the unsuspecting Duo. With an almost maniacal gleam in his eye, he caressed his mallet lovingly.
All eyes turned to Heero, who was giving his cup of "Happy Time" tea his Heero Glare of Integral Rancor [I.E.: The Heero "I hate you." Glare] .
"Yuy."
"Hn," Heero didn't even shift his gaze to Wufei for a second. Wufei became inpatient and gave him the Wufei Glare of Mutual Stupidity [AKA: the Wufei "You are WEAK!!" Glare]. Quatre got fruzzled and gave Wufei the Quatre Glare of Homicidal Glee [I.E.: The Quatre "I'll kill you all! MWA HA HA HA HA" glare]. Trowa noticed that Quatre was ignoring him and gave him the Trowa Glare of Denied Frolicking [The Trowa "Hey, why aren't we screwing now?!?!?" Glare].
*crickets chirp as they all glare*
[Mini: Alright! Something break the G**-D*** monotony!!!!]
*Relena pops up*
"Heeeeeeeeeeroooooooooo!!!"
...And the all ran screaming into the house.
[Mini: Alright, off with you. Peasant!]
*Relena dies*
[Mini: :) ]
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In the house...
"...That was scary..."
"Hn..." Heero added.
"Hn?"
Heero glanced at Trowa and answered, "Hn."
"Hn."
Quatre frowned in frustration, "But I don't understand!"
"You have the intellect of an onna! It is the Heero Grunt and Growl System," Wufei snorted. Quatre sweatdropped.
"So, what do we do now?" Trowa's one green eye blinked. Quatre smiled and put his arm behind the HeavyArms pilot, giving him a little love tap on the butt. Wufei could've sworn Trowa was blushing.
"I'm going to my room," was all Heero said before he turned and walked off.
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*Click!*
Heero turned around and aimed a gun right in the trespasser's face.
"Oh, it's you."
*Click-click-click*
"Heero, give that damn keyboard a break," Duo smirked, licking his lips.
"Hn."
"Heeeee~ro. Don't I get at least a welcome grunt?"
"Hnn."
"Thank you, master."
"Hnnnnnn..." Heero turned around and growled at Duo, trying to scare him off. Instead, Duo stared at his, into his eyes. Heero stared for a moment, then quickly broke the eye-to-eye, feeling dizzy. Duo sure looked weird today... Heero felt as though there was something wrong with the violet-blue eyes... They seemed bolder somehow. Brighter, and with a shine of something he couldn't quite put his finger on...
"Something wrong, Heero?" Duo smiled.
Heero found himself drawn by the eyes again, and shook his head to break the gaze, "No. I'm fine."
Duo smiled that grin again, but something seemed so offbeat in it...
"You're lying... I can sense these things," Duo stepped forward. The pale face stood out against the dark hair, and for a moment, he seemed almost white.
"It's late, Duo. I need to check this disk for information. Why don't you go visit Quatre? Tell him why you weren't at his little tea party. You should tell him before he flips."
"Quatre will be fine," Duo said in monotone.
"Yeah, you're probably right. What about Wufei?"
"Wufei is fine," Duo continued.
"Of course he's fine. Baka."
"The mission isn't important."
"I can do this later," Heero said, and shut the laptop down, throwing the disk on the bureau.
Duo smiled at Heero and pulled him over to the couch in their room.
"Why don't we sit down?"
Like magic, Heero obediently sat, gazing into the American's eyes all the while.
"Good."
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Quatre and Wufei eagerly awaited Trowa's cooking. It was his turn this week [for the cook had been taken to the hospital] , and everyone was relieved that Wufei wasn't going to be able to cause another fire or electrical short-out. ^^;; Never let Wufei within a ten-meter radius of a gas stove.
Wufei snorted impatiently and stared at the kitchen doors.
Quatre frowned. He should've hired more than one cook at this mansion.
*Click*
"Hm?" Quatre turned around, greeted by the other two gundam pilots, "Ah! You're…" Quatre suddenly remembered he was mad. Hey...! "Hey! Duo! You weren't at Tea Time!! Where were you!?" the blonde tried his best to look angry, but ending up going chibi and looking almost sickeningly cute.
As the somewhat crazed, chibified Quatre wailed, Duo spoke, "I was busy."
"Oh. Well then," the blonde shrugged it off.
"Nani?" Wufei cocked his head to the side, then turned to see Duo, with Heero aimlessly following after him, a vacant look in his eyes. "Nani? Maxwell! What is wrong with Yuy?"
"He's fine," Duo's eye's flashed and he sat down.
"Do not give me that shit, Maxwell! What have you done this time?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Bull. You're up to something."
"I'm sure Duo is alright," Quatre smiled and took a sip of tea.
You don't have *me* fooled, Maxwell. I know something's not right.
As if he heard Wufei's thought, Duo turned and gave a false, reassuring smile, and focused his attention on Quatre's silver collection. Wufei dismissed it and began meditating.
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All eyes were upon Trowa as he came through the door. Quatre smiled when he saw what Trowa was wearing. The others just kind of gawked. Trowa smoothed the wrinkles out of his puffy pink apron and dress ensemble, and walked with amazing balance on the pointy stiletto heels. Everyone but Quatre sweatdropped.
"Oi, Trowa, what are you *wearing*?" Duo asked, going even paler.
"Quatre wanted me to wear them..."
"You look so pretty, snookums. Aw... *snuggles, hugs* Heehee!"
The others facefaulted.
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"Aren't you going to eat, Duo?" Quatre asked, fork already halfway to his mouth.
"I... haven't been hungry for stir fry lately..."
"You're just scared of my cooking, Duo," Trowa pointed out.
Well, Duo *was* scared of Trowa's food, but more importantly, he didn't need food right now. Although the raspberry/cranberry dessert dish looked appetizing. Very enticing... All in a dark, sanguine cranberry sauce...
"I might try that lovely little cranberry dish, Tro'."
"Hn."
Heero nodded his agreement and grunted back, "Hnnn."
"Lovely," Quatre sweatdropped. He *was* originally planning to have an intelligent conversation. Heero and Wufei did the look-over of Trowa's stir fry and engorged their entire portion, Heero grunting at the end for good measure. ^^;;
Duo still hadn't touched any food.
Now I know something's wrong. It's never a good sign when Maxwell won't eat... Nataku... Guide me... What's wrong with him...?
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Finally, it was dessert time, and Trowa removed the intricate glass lid from the glass dish. Quatre had nice taste...
Duo, of course, instantly jumped to his side, licking his lips.
"It's a really nice shade of red..." Duo thought aloud, "...Looks edible..."
"OF COURSE IT'S EDIBLE!!!" Quatre's 'pissy uchuu no kokoro' acted up again, "MY TROWA MADE IT!!!" Trowa blushed and smiled slightly when steam poured out of his koi's nostrils.
"Quatre..." he smiled.
"*snort!* WAAAAAAAAARG!!" Quatre went, doing his Bowser impression surprisingly well. Trowa sweatdropped and the others backed away.
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Dessert was fairly peaceful, for Duo gleefully ate half the cranberry dessert, and drank all the sauce that was left... including off Heero's lips. Wufei got a nosebleed and rushed off to find his precious kleenex, Duo hungrily following him until he slammed the door in his face.
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Heero began undressing for bed when he next saw Duo.
"Bed already?" Duo questioned.
"It's 3:00 am. I think I should be resting now. You're certainly the night person today."
"I'm... beginning to dislike the sun. To much sunburn, last time I went outside."
"Hn."
"Are you a night person, Heero?"
"Night is good... when one can sleep all day. Goodnight."
And with that, Heero slipped under blue satin sheets.
"Night... Death's true--"
"SHUT UP, DUO."
*facefault*
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The clock struck four. The luminescence was faint, and cast shadows all along the walls. Sometime during that short night, Heero dreamt Duo was talking to him...
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"Duo?" his voice was tired. He looked up at his roommate, who was on top of him, hair down and glittering in the faint moonlight. Duo was looking at him and smiling.
"Hello Heero."
"What are you doing?" Heero asked.
"Nothing, just interrupting your dreams. Wanna screw?"
"...!!!"
"Just kidding."
"Hey, why are you in my dream?"
"Dream?"
"Why are you in my dream?" Heero asked again. Duo smiled warmly and cocked his head to the side.
"I don't know. You tell me."
"...If it's not the real you, it's the dream you! I swear, you're so confusing..." Heero trailed off as he realized Duo was undressed, "...Is that why you're here? One of... *those* dreams?"
"Maybe. Maybe I'm here because all the evil mouse-pads have Quatre thinking he's a Werthers again. Maybe I'm here because Trowa is a contortionist and he's planning to attack all the Smurfs during Octoberfest. Maybe I'm just here because I'm bored and there's too much time until sun-up. Maybe because I'm still hungry. Maybe I'd just like to be here."
"Hnn..."
Duo rolled off him and turned Heero towards himself, snuggling against him.
"Hey, would you rather have a really messed up dream where Wufei polkas with a panda while in a pink bunny suit?"
"HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!?!"
"You mean you actually dreamt that? Man, you *are* messed up!"
"Omae o korosu."
"I bet you say that to all the gundam pilots."
"Hn," he reflected. *Duo looks so fascinating in the moonlight. So enchanting...*
"Heero?"
"What?"
"...Do you dream of me often?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... Do I appear frequently in your mind, even when I'm gone?"
"You're almost always around to bug me, Duo. I'm somewhat used to it, anymore... Why?"
"Just curious..."
"Hey Duo?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time you show up in my dreams... Come like this..."
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Heero woke up suddenly and looked at the clock. 6:37 am...
He looked around. No Duo. At least Duo would always be in his dreams...
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~Curtain Fall, Part One~
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