A/N: Eventually, this is going to get extremely freaky, just so you're
warned. There's a bit of profanity, too. But it's very entertaining
profanity and freakiness. =D
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don't hurt me. I only own this twisted little thing. Muwahahahah!
Dawn to Dusk
Prologue
Duo was drunk. Very, very drunk.
He sat at the bar, drowning in beer, this one his umpteenth. It was celebration time; he and Heero had returned victorious once more from the battlefield, and were enjoying their last night of freedom before they enrolled in school with the rest of the pilots.
Who were also very drunk, doing random things at nearby tables. Wufei was berating a plaster wall for injustice, Trowa was doing handstands in a corner and nearly falling every minute, giggling like a fool, and Quatre was passed out on a table, a childish smile on his face. Heero, an evil look on his face, sat at his laptop. With a smirk, he pressed the enter button, and the sounds of car crashes outside tore into the little bar. Then, he opened up a word document and passed out, writing 'abgiau hvr aoiehtbn gharug' and similar nonsense to the screen. He was the perfect soldier, and drank like one.
Duo laughed obnoxiously, and screamed when a man sat down next to him on the barstool. He had an eye patch, and wore a trench coat with the collar up, but he looked like he desperately needed a drink, even though it was two in the morning.
"Let me buy you a drink," drunk Duo said, slapping the guy on the back in a friendly manner. The stranger's eyes widened, and gave him a look to say 'are you insane'. "You look like you need it." Trowa collapsed on the floor, asleep, and Duo chuckled again. He looked at the stranger, and pointed his finger at him. "Never do handstands when drunk." The man looked at Duo, expressionless once more, and nodded.
"And I assume that's why you're just sitting at the bar," he said wryly as Duo motioned for the bartender to get the stranger whatever he wanted. Another beer ended up in front of the eye-patched man.
"For your information, I'm tipsy, not drunk," Duo said smugly, and heard Wufei drop finally, mid-yell, and took another swig. Duo's vision began to do fun flip-flops. "Is it just me, or is the room upside down?" The stranger chuckled.
"I'm impressed," he said, giving him a brief salute with his bottle. "I don't know many men who can hold their liquor like you." Duo returned the wry smile with his own.
"It's what I'm here for," Duo said, taking a deep drink. The stranger followed suit, but at Duo's sudden quietness frowned.
"So why don't you join your friends," the stranger suggested. "Do what you want." Duo gave a meaningful look at Heero's head, still typing away, now stuck repeating the letter d over and over, and then looked back at the stranger with his blurred vision.
"I'd rather not get killed, thank you very much," Duo said, and at the stranger's look, he explained himself. "I'm not gay or anything...well, maybe a little, but he's certainly not interested in a guy, so I'm his best friend." The brunette made to drink once more, and seemed surprised to find his beer empty. Duo just shrugged, and set it back down.
"What if I told you I could give you what you want most in the world," the stranger asked after a moment of silence. "I'm impressed by your kindness, and your honesty, and want to repay you. Not many people open up to me, even when drunk." Duo made an 'hmfff' noise. "So, the fact your male is the number one factor making the relationship impossible?" Duo shrugged.
"I got to get us all back to school," he said, slowly getting up from the stool, only to fall down with a chuckle. "Alright, so maybe I'm not just tipsy." The stranger laughed, and helped him to his feet, only to find the stranger's one eye locked with his own blurred vision. The man began to murmur things that tugged at Duo's clouded mind, and he felt like his blood was boiling. After what seemed like an hour, Duo collapsed on the floor, finally unconscious.
The stranger, recognizing the five young men's school uniforms, drove them to their dorms and woke them up enough that they fell asleep in their own rooms. However, he held Duo's barely-awake form back, to stare into his violet eyes once more.
"When you wake up, your greatest obstacle will be gone," he whispered, to avoid waking anyone else in the building. "But, only in the day. I like you the way you are now too, so at night you'll be you." Half asleep, still-drunk Duo blinked at him, and shuffled into his own room to fall asleep on his bed, cocooned in his own black sheets and blankets.
Duo woke up with possibly the worst hangover he'd ever had. It wasn't just his head; it was everywhere, making him sorer than he had ever been. No pain was like this.
Heero was, of course, already out of the room, presumably at class. Duo, thank heaven, had no classes until one. But, when he made to untangle himself from the blankets, he knew something was wrong. As he moved again, he paled.
Something was VERY wrong.
Completely forgetting his hangover in panic, Duo ran into the joint bathroom his room shared with Quatre and Trowa's and stared at himself in the mirror.
"Shit," Duo whispered, running a hand across the body that was somewhat familiar, but undeniably female, he'd woken up in. His hair was the same, his eyes were the same, but even his voice was feminine, and he'd gotten about an inch shorter, which was rather obvious in his faded black pajama top and pants. Duo was about to yell, but tried to restrain himself. Finally, panic took over.
"HOLY SHIT," Girl-Duo screamed. "I'M A GIRL!!!!"
And then, the trouble began.
A/N: Heh heh heh... Review! Review! Review! What do you think?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don't hurt me. I only own this twisted little thing. Muwahahahah!
Dawn to Dusk
Prologue
Duo was drunk. Very, very drunk.
He sat at the bar, drowning in beer, this one his umpteenth. It was celebration time; he and Heero had returned victorious once more from the battlefield, and were enjoying their last night of freedom before they enrolled in school with the rest of the pilots.
Who were also very drunk, doing random things at nearby tables. Wufei was berating a plaster wall for injustice, Trowa was doing handstands in a corner and nearly falling every minute, giggling like a fool, and Quatre was passed out on a table, a childish smile on his face. Heero, an evil look on his face, sat at his laptop. With a smirk, he pressed the enter button, and the sounds of car crashes outside tore into the little bar. Then, he opened up a word document and passed out, writing 'abgiau hvr aoiehtbn gharug' and similar nonsense to the screen. He was the perfect soldier, and drank like one.
Duo laughed obnoxiously, and screamed when a man sat down next to him on the barstool. He had an eye patch, and wore a trench coat with the collar up, but he looked like he desperately needed a drink, even though it was two in the morning.
"Let me buy you a drink," drunk Duo said, slapping the guy on the back in a friendly manner. The stranger's eyes widened, and gave him a look to say 'are you insane'. "You look like you need it." Trowa collapsed on the floor, asleep, and Duo chuckled again. He looked at the stranger, and pointed his finger at him. "Never do handstands when drunk." The man looked at Duo, expressionless once more, and nodded.
"And I assume that's why you're just sitting at the bar," he said wryly as Duo motioned for the bartender to get the stranger whatever he wanted. Another beer ended up in front of the eye-patched man.
"For your information, I'm tipsy, not drunk," Duo said smugly, and heard Wufei drop finally, mid-yell, and took another swig. Duo's vision began to do fun flip-flops. "Is it just me, or is the room upside down?" The stranger chuckled.
"I'm impressed," he said, giving him a brief salute with his bottle. "I don't know many men who can hold their liquor like you." Duo returned the wry smile with his own.
"It's what I'm here for," Duo said, taking a deep drink. The stranger followed suit, but at Duo's sudden quietness frowned.
"So why don't you join your friends," the stranger suggested. "Do what you want." Duo gave a meaningful look at Heero's head, still typing away, now stuck repeating the letter d over and over, and then looked back at the stranger with his blurred vision.
"I'd rather not get killed, thank you very much," Duo said, and at the stranger's look, he explained himself. "I'm not gay or anything...well, maybe a little, but he's certainly not interested in a guy, so I'm his best friend." The brunette made to drink once more, and seemed surprised to find his beer empty. Duo just shrugged, and set it back down.
"What if I told you I could give you what you want most in the world," the stranger asked after a moment of silence. "I'm impressed by your kindness, and your honesty, and want to repay you. Not many people open up to me, even when drunk." Duo made an 'hmfff' noise. "So, the fact your male is the number one factor making the relationship impossible?" Duo shrugged.
"I got to get us all back to school," he said, slowly getting up from the stool, only to fall down with a chuckle. "Alright, so maybe I'm not just tipsy." The stranger laughed, and helped him to his feet, only to find the stranger's one eye locked with his own blurred vision. The man began to murmur things that tugged at Duo's clouded mind, and he felt like his blood was boiling. After what seemed like an hour, Duo collapsed on the floor, finally unconscious.
The stranger, recognizing the five young men's school uniforms, drove them to their dorms and woke them up enough that they fell asleep in their own rooms. However, he held Duo's barely-awake form back, to stare into his violet eyes once more.
"When you wake up, your greatest obstacle will be gone," he whispered, to avoid waking anyone else in the building. "But, only in the day. I like you the way you are now too, so at night you'll be you." Half asleep, still-drunk Duo blinked at him, and shuffled into his own room to fall asleep on his bed, cocooned in his own black sheets and blankets.
Duo woke up with possibly the worst hangover he'd ever had. It wasn't just his head; it was everywhere, making him sorer than he had ever been. No pain was like this.
Heero was, of course, already out of the room, presumably at class. Duo, thank heaven, had no classes until one. But, when he made to untangle himself from the blankets, he knew something was wrong. As he moved again, he paled.
Something was VERY wrong.
Completely forgetting his hangover in panic, Duo ran into the joint bathroom his room shared with Quatre and Trowa's and stared at himself in the mirror.
"Shit," Duo whispered, running a hand across the body that was somewhat familiar, but undeniably female, he'd woken up in. His hair was the same, his eyes were the same, but even his voice was feminine, and he'd gotten about an inch shorter, which was rather obvious in his faded black pajama top and pants. Duo was about to yell, but tried to restrain himself. Finally, panic took over.
"HOLY SHIT," Girl-Duo screamed. "I'M A GIRL!!!!"
And then, the trouble began.
A/N: Heh heh heh... Review! Review! Review! What do you think?