Yaoi - I think, violence, occasional 'shit' - that's it so far. 1x2 Meanie
Heero, whiney Duo. 3x4 implications. Lot's of threatening Heero
Plot is Heero's all bastardy and cold, but Duo likes him. Heero's all confuzzed, but not vulnerable confuzzed coz that just pisses me off. So yea Heero and Duo get together - doing missions and crap. If people want, then the story will go on with the whole Duo getting caught, Heero saying, "mission's more important". But I sorta write it as it comes.
Ooo and Note: this is not a sap story. Duo doesn't sit there and go, "Oh I love him, if only blabla and speak poeticy". It gets a bit angsty as it goes on though, when Heero's being an asshole. Heh heh heh.
I've already got another chapter ready btw, I'll upload it if u guys request, but if the story's crap well then y'know.
Chapter One
Duo lay in his bed, arms folded beneath his head, and legs stretched out. He blinked his wide violet eyes; counting all the little glow-in-the-dark stars he'd studded across his half of the bedroom. Unable to sleep, he sighed, sat up and pulled his knees in, letting the sheets pool in his lap. A cool blast of air hit his smooth chest and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard, his arms resting on his thighs.
Duo's eyes popped open. Where the hell was Heero? The guy was already twenty minutes late from a mission, and Duo was growing increasingly bored. He rolled his eyes, not that Heero would be much help in the matter anyway.
The Perfect Soldier was, the perfect soldier, wouldn't even allow little glow-in-the-dark stars on his half of the room! Duo's half was in chaos, covered in paper, clothing, and various bits of food. Heero's however, was ordered, neat, perfect, and well, boring!
Not that Heero was boring. He tried to be. Cold, emotionless, deaf, mute, but, all Heero managed to pull off was deadly, dangerous and damn sexy. Bastard. It had taken almost a year to get Heero to show the slightest hint of emotion, and even longer to add tonal qualities to his grunts. Even then, that was only when he was in a fun mood, which was never.
Duo sighed and was about to hop off his bed, when Heero walked in the door. Duo's eyes lit up as he jumped off and practically pranced his way over, his braid swinging ridiculously behind him. "Hey Heero!"
Heero swept past Duo coldly and into his half of the room. The rejection almost stung - Duo hadn't even gotten a 'Hn' - but he quickly masked any hurt. If Heero knew the truth of Duo's feelings. he'd probably say, 'omae o korosu' and kill him in the blink of an eye. No remorse, no emotions; that was how the Perfect Soldier functioned.
"Aw Hee-chan don't I even get a hi?" Duo whined.
"Don't call me that." Heero said flatly, and walked into the bathroom. Duo watched Heero's cool, swift glide longingly, until the closed door barricaded his view. He cursed the door for not being transparent, and he cursed Heero for being so damn emotionless.
Another cool breeze brushed across his skin, and Duo noticed he was shirtless. He sighed, it wasn't as if Heero would have noticed anyway. The only thing that Heero paid attention to was the beep of his computer, and the rate of the beep of his computer. Was it losing battery? Was there an urgent mission?
Heero would always be completely consumed in the mission, ignoring Duo's pleas for attention. Duo could scarcely bear it when Heero acted like he wasn't there, he'd look right through him as if he didn't exist. Duo's eyes stung, but he didn't cry.
"Bah!" Duo cried exasperatedly, throwing his arms up in the air. He skated backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed, and he flopped onto his back. The only reason Heero was sharing a room with him, was because there weren't enough, to go around.
As usual, Quatre had taken up with his unacknowledged loverboy Trowa, and Wufei was rooming like the loner he wanted to be. Probably had some weird fetish he didn't want the others' to know about. Duo grinned; if he said that to Wufei it was likely the boy would room with him just to prove Duo otherwise. Not that Duo wanted Heero out of his room.
Tuning his ears, Duo listened to the usual nighttime laughter echoing down the hall, from Quatre and Trowa's quarters. He sighed yearningly, now why couldn't Heero be more like Trowa? Strong, silent, sexy, but with enough human essence to feel! Or why didn't Duo have the sense to fall in love with Quatre? He was always feeling, so kind, caring, willing to comfort anyone in need. Even the overly feisty Wufei was better than Heero!
He heard the shower stop, and turned his head eagerly, waiting for Heero to step out of the bathroom. After a few minutes, when nothing happened, Duo started feeling uneasy. Heero was usually fast and efficient when it came to showering, well, he was fast and efficient when it came to anything.
Duo checked the digital clock. Ten minutes since Heero had switched the shower off. Could Heero be primping himself? Duo smiled at the thought of Heero leaning into a mirror.
Finally, there was a slight thud, and then silence. Duo sat up abruptly, alarmed. His eyes flew wide open. The Perfect Soldier dropping something in the bathroom? Not possible! Duo threw back the tangled sheets and yelped when he ended up on the floor. Growling, he pushed them off, sprung up and sprinted towards the bathroom.
He flung open the door, and halted in shock. There Heero was, sprawled across the tiles, probably unconscious, and bleeding all over the towel wrapped around his hips. "Shit!" Duo cried and quickly knelt beside Heero, ignoring the cold scrape on his knees.
"Shit, shit, shit! What do I do?" Duo had never had to deal with unconscious Heero before; he'd always been awake to tell him what to do. Bandage this, cover that, fetch this, - and shut up Duo! He said to himself, Heero needs help!
Blood started pooling on the harsh grey floor. Duo but his lip and he crouched down Heero's body. He squeezed his eyes shut. "You're bleeding Heero!" "Cut the____" Duo whooped in triumph. Cut the flow of blood. Duo lowered his hand to the wound, not noticing when a pair of merciless cobalt eyes snapped open.
The next thing he knew, Duo was on his back, hands pinned above his head and Heero was straddling him. His shoulder blades were being ground painfully into the rough floor, and he whimpered when Heero's bone-crushing grip tightened.
"Ow! Heero what are you doing?" Duo whined.
Glazed, cobalt eyes blinked. "Heero?" He shifted beneath the boy. "Heero? It's me, Duo. Please - ow! Please let me go."
He blinked again, and his eyes cleared. Duo caught a glimpse of something, before it flitted away to leave cold Heero to his own inhuman heart.
"Duo." Heero's voice of cold steel echoed in the bathroom.
The silence stretched.
"Hee-chan this hurts!" Duo mewed, interrupting, when he was sure the old Heero was back. He squirmed, and Heero reflexively tightened his grip, eliciting another whimper from the helpless Duo. Miscalculation there.
"Don't call me that." Heero said, and released his wrists, stepping off him.
Duo watched Heero leave, or rather, the smooth olive-skinned back of rippling muscles leave. Duo gave himself a watery smile. "Damn."
Heero ignored the pain flaring in his side, he'd been trained to block this sort of pain, or at least delay it. He shouldn't have been so stupid. If he hadn't let his guard down, he wouldn't have gotten an almost fatal wound, and he wouldn't have hurt Duo.
He stared at his hands. The shape of them was probably embedded in Duo's sensual skin. Not that it mattered. He and Duo weren't even friends. But Heero had almost broken Duo's wrists, he was positive he'd bruised them, and he shouldn't have impaired the ability of a pilot.
Heero's damp bangs hung across his gaze. Water clung to his lashes and dripped into his eyes. He let it. It stung, but he deserved the pain. He forced his eyes open, relishing the punishment. It wouldn't have any permanent damage, just punishment for mistakes, like in his training.
Heero resisted the urge to growl at the throbbing in his wound, he was still soaking the towel in red, and if he didn't bandage it soon, he'd probably need Duo. In fact, he needed Duo now, but that was beside the point. Heero hated asking for help, he rarely did except if he was dying or paralysed.
Duo lifted himself off the floor, groaning. He swept back the fallen bangs from his eyes with his hand, and checked his back in the mirror, for any grazes, twisting this way and that. Sure enough, there they were. To make matters worse, the throbbing in his wrists, which would probably be bruised, wasn't subsiding in the slightest.
He sighed, at least Heero hadn't broken anything, which he'd done inadvertently a couple of times he'd been surprised by Duo. Duo scrubbed the little water pools Heero had made on him off his skin, pretending to forget the feel of Heero straddling him. He focused on the feel of Heero's hands bruising him, which sure dimmed the mood.
Duo's wandering eyes caught sight of the blood on the floor, and he was shocked to realise, he'd forgotten Heero was injured! Eeep! He'd been unconscious just before, and it took a lot to knock out Heero Yuy.
He almost slipped on the water on the floor in his haste to get out. Duo flung back the door with a loud bang and froze, Heero's hard eyes practically pinning him to the spot. He almost flinched under Heero's glare, and felt like shrinking back into the bathroom.
"A-are you okay, Heero?" Duo spluttered, half expecting Heero to hit him.
"Hn." Was the reply, and Duo almost sighed in relief when Heero turned off the laser beams in his eyes. He went back to tending his wound.
Duo skipped over. "Here, lemme see." He chirped.
Quatre chose that moment to race into Heero and Duo's room and gasp. "What's wrong!"
Heero ignored him, and Duo rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, looking down at his feet.
"I felt you panic Duo." Quatre said in that soft, lovable way. "Are you alright?"
Duo stuck his head past Quatre and got a glimpse of shirtless Trowa, leaning against the doorframe, watching them all with that impassive face. He looked back at Quatre and grinned. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that Quat, but I uh." Heero turned and glared daggers at Duo. Duo played with his braid nervously. "Fell over."
Quatre looked at him dubiously, the same time Wufei swept in, sword drawn. All tense and prickly like a big chinese cat. Duo grinned. "It's just me, Wu-man." "So?" The chinese boy asked, not relaxing.
Duo would have flipped him off, but opted for something that wouldn't end in a broken nose, and stuck out his tongue. Wu-fei stuck his sword back in its sheath and grumbled something indignantly under his breath.
"What happened?" Wufei half-muttered.
"I slipped." Duo cut in, before Quatre could say anything.
Wufei snickered. "Baka."
Duo batted his lashes. "You know you love me, Wu."
Wufei muttered something pithy. He grunted a goodnight, and headed off, back to bed.
Quatre smiled his special goodnight, and then turned back to Duo. His sweet blue eyes were analysing, exploring. "Are you sure you slipped Duo?" He laid a gentle, pale hand on Duo's bare shoulder, "If this is something serious___"
To everyone's surprise, Trowa lightly grasped Quatre's arm and said, "Let's go, Quatre. He slipped."
Duo watched the exchange with interest. Quatre tried to hold Trowa's gaze, and failed. He dropped his head and sighed, smiling sweetly and murmuring something, which made the fainted impression of a smile on Trowa's lips.
"Alright Duo, Heero. Sleep well." Quatre said softly.
Trowa nodded, and Duo watched Heero nod back. Hey, how come he never got a nod? He eyed Trowa's leaving back with resentment; maybe it was a silent person thing.
After the two had left, Duo was too busy watching wistfully out the door to notice Heero's approach. He was jolted back to the present, when Heero caught the boy's fingers. Duo sucked in a harsh breath.
"Heero?" He asked, feeling weak.
He swallowed at their closeness, his heart pummelling his ribcage. Duo bit his lip when Heero lightly wrapped his hand around Duo's - who knew Heero could be so gentle? - and pulled it into the glow of the lamp.
"H-Heero?" He stammered. Did Heero even know what that small touch was doing to him?
Duo's heartbeat increased to overload as Heero's face came closer. He shivered involuntarily, almost jumping when Heero's bangs left a damp trail across his skin. His breath hitched when the silky skin of Heero's chest swept past his. Duo swallowed thickly. what was going on.
Heero pulled his arm out, apparently from behind Duo, brutally wrenching the boy back to the real world. Heero handed him a small blue bottle and said dispassionately, "Apply this to the bruising."
He watched Heero turn and throw back the covers of his bed, in absolute amazement. He was too shocked to feel disappointment. Duo stared and gaped like a large-mouthed bass. Then he sucked in a deep breath, finally remembering to breathe. Was this Heero's way of saying sorry? He wrapped his fist around the little bottle, never taking his eyes off Heero.
The other boy switched on his laptop, ignoring Duo. Pretending like he wasn't there, again. Duo looked down as he opened his palm. For one moment, he was blissfully happy. It didn't matter if Heero wasn't talking to him, or if Heero wouldn't show even the slightest emotion. The fact of the matter was, Heero cared! Heero cared that he was hurt! Duo beamed to himself and whistled a tune under his breath, knowing the ever-silent Heero would never question why. Duo threw himself backwards onto the bed.
"Goodnight Hee-chan!" Duo chirped cheerfully. "Hn."
The End of Chapter One
How's ya like it? Crappy, good? Flame me, comment, review! Please! I'm a newbie and I need encouragement, or criticism, either way.
If u liked it, I'll continue! If u didn't, I'll probably continue it anyway, but it'll be really crap!
Chow chow : )
Plot is Heero's all bastardy and cold, but Duo likes him. Heero's all confuzzed, but not vulnerable confuzzed coz that just pisses me off. So yea Heero and Duo get together - doing missions and crap. If people want, then the story will go on with the whole Duo getting caught, Heero saying, "mission's more important". But I sorta write it as it comes.
Ooo and Note: this is not a sap story. Duo doesn't sit there and go, "Oh I love him, if only blabla and speak poeticy". It gets a bit angsty as it goes on though, when Heero's being an asshole. Heh heh heh.
I've already got another chapter ready btw, I'll upload it if u guys request, but if the story's crap well then y'know.
Chapter One
Duo lay in his bed, arms folded beneath his head, and legs stretched out. He blinked his wide violet eyes; counting all the little glow-in-the-dark stars he'd studded across his half of the bedroom. Unable to sleep, he sighed, sat up and pulled his knees in, letting the sheets pool in his lap. A cool blast of air hit his smooth chest and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard, his arms resting on his thighs.
Duo's eyes popped open. Where the hell was Heero? The guy was already twenty minutes late from a mission, and Duo was growing increasingly bored. He rolled his eyes, not that Heero would be much help in the matter anyway.
The Perfect Soldier was, the perfect soldier, wouldn't even allow little glow-in-the-dark stars on his half of the room! Duo's half was in chaos, covered in paper, clothing, and various bits of food. Heero's however, was ordered, neat, perfect, and well, boring!
Not that Heero was boring. He tried to be. Cold, emotionless, deaf, mute, but, all Heero managed to pull off was deadly, dangerous and damn sexy. Bastard. It had taken almost a year to get Heero to show the slightest hint of emotion, and even longer to add tonal qualities to his grunts. Even then, that was only when he was in a fun mood, which was never.
Duo sighed and was about to hop off his bed, when Heero walked in the door. Duo's eyes lit up as he jumped off and practically pranced his way over, his braid swinging ridiculously behind him. "Hey Heero!"
Heero swept past Duo coldly and into his half of the room. The rejection almost stung - Duo hadn't even gotten a 'Hn' - but he quickly masked any hurt. If Heero knew the truth of Duo's feelings. he'd probably say, 'omae o korosu' and kill him in the blink of an eye. No remorse, no emotions; that was how the Perfect Soldier functioned.
"Aw Hee-chan don't I even get a hi?" Duo whined.
"Don't call me that." Heero said flatly, and walked into the bathroom. Duo watched Heero's cool, swift glide longingly, until the closed door barricaded his view. He cursed the door for not being transparent, and he cursed Heero for being so damn emotionless.
Another cool breeze brushed across his skin, and Duo noticed he was shirtless. He sighed, it wasn't as if Heero would have noticed anyway. The only thing that Heero paid attention to was the beep of his computer, and the rate of the beep of his computer. Was it losing battery? Was there an urgent mission?
Heero would always be completely consumed in the mission, ignoring Duo's pleas for attention. Duo could scarcely bear it when Heero acted like he wasn't there, he'd look right through him as if he didn't exist. Duo's eyes stung, but he didn't cry.
"Bah!" Duo cried exasperatedly, throwing his arms up in the air. He skated backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed, and he flopped onto his back. The only reason Heero was sharing a room with him, was because there weren't enough, to go around.
As usual, Quatre had taken up with his unacknowledged loverboy Trowa, and Wufei was rooming like the loner he wanted to be. Probably had some weird fetish he didn't want the others' to know about. Duo grinned; if he said that to Wufei it was likely the boy would room with him just to prove Duo otherwise. Not that Duo wanted Heero out of his room.
Tuning his ears, Duo listened to the usual nighttime laughter echoing down the hall, from Quatre and Trowa's quarters. He sighed yearningly, now why couldn't Heero be more like Trowa? Strong, silent, sexy, but with enough human essence to feel! Or why didn't Duo have the sense to fall in love with Quatre? He was always feeling, so kind, caring, willing to comfort anyone in need. Even the overly feisty Wufei was better than Heero!
He heard the shower stop, and turned his head eagerly, waiting for Heero to step out of the bathroom. After a few minutes, when nothing happened, Duo started feeling uneasy. Heero was usually fast and efficient when it came to showering, well, he was fast and efficient when it came to anything.
Duo checked the digital clock. Ten minutes since Heero had switched the shower off. Could Heero be primping himself? Duo smiled at the thought of Heero leaning into a mirror.
Finally, there was a slight thud, and then silence. Duo sat up abruptly, alarmed. His eyes flew wide open. The Perfect Soldier dropping something in the bathroom? Not possible! Duo threw back the tangled sheets and yelped when he ended up on the floor. Growling, he pushed them off, sprung up and sprinted towards the bathroom.
He flung open the door, and halted in shock. There Heero was, sprawled across the tiles, probably unconscious, and bleeding all over the towel wrapped around his hips. "Shit!" Duo cried and quickly knelt beside Heero, ignoring the cold scrape on his knees.
"Shit, shit, shit! What do I do?" Duo had never had to deal with unconscious Heero before; he'd always been awake to tell him what to do. Bandage this, cover that, fetch this, - and shut up Duo! He said to himself, Heero needs help!
Blood started pooling on the harsh grey floor. Duo but his lip and he crouched down Heero's body. He squeezed his eyes shut. "You're bleeding Heero!" "Cut the____" Duo whooped in triumph. Cut the flow of blood. Duo lowered his hand to the wound, not noticing when a pair of merciless cobalt eyes snapped open.
The next thing he knew, Duo was on his back, hands pinned above his head and Heero was straddling him. His shoulder blades were being ground painfully into the rough floor, and he whimpered when Heero's bone-crushing grip tightened.
"Ow! Heero what are you doing?" Duo whined.
Glazed, cobalt eyes blinked. "Heero?" He shifted beneath the boy. "Heero? It's me, Duo. Please - ow! Please let me go."
He blinked again, and his eyes cleared. Duo caught a glimpse of something, before it flitted away to leave cold Heero to his own inhuman heart.
"Duo." Heero's voice of cold steel echoed in the bathroom.
The silence stretched.
"Hee-chan this hurts!" Duo mewed, interrupting, when he was sure the old Heero was back. He squirmed, and Heero reflexively tightened his grip, eliciting another whimper from the helpless Duo. Miscalculation there.
"Don't call me that." Heero said, and released his wrists, stepping off him.
Duo watched Heero leave, or rather, the smooth olive-skinned back of rippling muscles leave. Duo gave himself a watery smile. "Damn."
Heero ignored the pain flaring in his side, he'd been trained to block this sort of pain, or at least delay it. He shouldn't have been so stupid. If he hadn't let his guard down, he wouldn't have gotten an almost fatal wound, and he wouldn't have hurt Duo.
He stared at his hands. The shape of them was probably embedded in Duo's sensual skin. Not that it mattered. He and Duo weren't even friends. But Heero had almost broken Duo's wrists, he was positive he'd bruised them, and he shouldn't have impaired the ability of a pilot.
Heero's damp bangs hung across his gaze. Water clung to his lashes and dripped into his eyes. He let it. It stung, but he deserved the pain. He forced his eyes open, relishing the punishment. It wouldn't have any permanent damage, just punishment for mistakes, like in his training.
Heero resisted the urge to growl at the throbbing in his wound, he was still soaking the towel in red, and if he didn't bandage it soon, he'd probably need Duo. In fact, he needed Duo now, but that was beside the point. Heero hated asking for help, he rarely did except if he was dying or paralysed.
Duo lifted himself off the floor, groaning. He swept back the fallen bangs from his eyes with his hand, and checked his back in the mirror, for any grazes, twisting this way and that. Sure enough, there they were. To make matters worse, the throbbing in his wrists, which would probably be bruised, wasn't subsiding in the slightest.
He sighed, at least Heero hadn't broken anything, which he'd done inadvertently a couple of times he'd been surprised by Duo. Duo scrubbed the little water pools Heero had made on him off his skin, pretending to forget the feel of Heero straddling him. He focused on the feel of Heero's hands bruising him, which sure dimmed the mood.
Duo's wandering eyes caught sight of the blood on the floor, and he was shocked to realise, he'd forgotten Heero was injured! Eeep! He'd been unconscious just before, and it took a lot to knock out Heero Yuy.
He almost slipped on the water on the floor in his haste to get out. Duo flung back the door with a loud bang and froze, Heero's hard eyes practically pinning him to the spot. He almost flinched under Heero's glare, and felt like shrinking back into the bathroom.
"A-are you okay, Heero?" Duo spluttered, half expecting Heero to hit him.
"Hn." Was the reply, and Duo almost sighed in relief when Heero turned off the laser beams in his eyes. He went back to tending his wound.
Duo skipped over. "Here, lemme see." He chirped.
Quatre chose that moment to race into Heero and Duo's room and gasp. "What's wrong!"
Heero ignored him, and Duo rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, looking down at his feet.
"I felt you panic Duo." Quatre said in that soft, lovable way. "Are you alright?"
Duo stuck his head past Quatre and got a glimpse of shirtless Trowa, leaning against the doorframe, watching them all with that impassive face. He looked back at Quatre and grinned. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that Quat, but I uh." Heero turned and glared daggers at Duo. Duo played with his braid nervously. "Fell over."
Quatre looked at him dubiously, the same time Wufei swept in, sword drawn. All tense and prickly like a big chinese cat. Duo grinned. "It's just me, Wu-man." "So?" The chinese boy asked, not relaxing.
Duo would have flipped him off, but opted for something that wouldn't end in a broken nose, and stuck out his tongue. Wu-fei stuck his sword back in its sheath and grumbled something indignantly under his breath.
"What happened?" Wufei half-muttered.
"I slipped." Duo cut in, before Quatre could say anything.
Wufei snickered. "Baka."
Duo batted his lashes. "You know you love me, Wu."
Wufei muttered something pithy. He grunted a goodnight, and headed off, back to bed.
Quatre smiled his special goodnight, and then turned back to Duo. His sweet blue eyes were analysing, exploring. "Are you sure you slipped Duo?" He laid a gentle, pale hand on Duo's bare shoulder, "If this is something serious___"
To everyone's surprise, Trowa lightly grasped Quatre's arm and said, "Let's go, Quatre. He slipped."
Duo watched the exchange with interest. Quatre tried to hold Trowa's gaze, and failed. He dropped his head and sighed, smiling sweetly and murmuring something, which made the fainted impression of a smile on Trowa's lips.
"Alright Duo, Heero. Sleep well." Quatre said softly.
Trowa nodded, and Duo watched Heero nod back. Hey, how come he never got a nod? He eyed Trowa's leaving back with resentment; maybe it was a silent person thing.
After the two had left, Duo was too busy watching wistfully out the door to notice Heero's approach. He was jolted back to the present, when Heero caught the boy's fingers. Duo sucked in a harsh breath.
"Heero?" He asked, feeling weak.
He swallowed at their closeness, his heart pummelling his ribcage. Duo bit his lip when Heero lightly wrapped his hand around Duo's - who knew Heero could be so gentle? - and pulled it into the glow of the lamp.
"H-Heero?" He stammered. Did Heero even know what that small touch was doing to him?
Duo's heartbeat increased to overload as Heero's face came closer. He shivered involuntarily, almost jumping when Heero's bangs left a damp trail across his skin. His breath hitched when the silky skin of Heero's chest swept past his. Duo swallowed thickly. what was going on.
Heero pulled his arm out, apparently from behind Duo, brutally wrenching the boy back to the real world. Heero handed him a small blue bottle and said dispassionately, "Apply this to the bruising."
He watched Heero turn and throw back the covers of his bed, in absolute amazement. He was too shocked to feel disappointment. Duo stared and gaped like a large-mouthed bass. Then he sucked in a deep breath, finally remembering to breathe. Was this Heero's way of saying sorry? He wrapped his fist around the little bottle, never taking his eyes off Heero.
The other boy switched on his laptop, ignoring Duo. Pretending like he wasn't there, again. Duo looked down as he opened his palm. For one moment, he was blissfully happy. It didn't matter if Heero wasn't talking to him, or if Heero wouldn't show even the slightest emotion. The fact of the matter was, Heero cared! Heero cared that he was hurt! Duo beamed to himself and whistled a tune under his breath, knowing the ever-silent Heero would never question why. Duo threw himself backwards onto the bed.
"Goodnight Hee-chan!" Duo chirped cheerfully. "Hn."
The End of Chapter One
How's ya like it? Crappy, good? Flame me, comment, review! Please! I'm a newbie and I need encouragement, or criticism, either way.
If u liked it, I'll continue! If u didn't, I'll probably continue it anyway, but it'll be really crap!
Chow chow : )
