I wasn't sure what to rate this one.better safe than sorry!
Shinigami- The god of death; ruthless killing machine; fighting in the lonesome battlefield; afraid of nothing.except a scrawny, pale, blue-eyed 15 year-old boy. Duo sighed and crossed his arms as he thought over the facts in his mind. 'What's there to fear?' he asked himself. 'The worst that can happen is he'll turn me down.'
Duo huffed. 'That would be pretty bad.' He turned his head to the door as he heard the click of the knob.
His brain went into alert mode and he automatically picked up the gun from the nearby desk, aiming it at the door. His finger was resting on the trigger as the very one he was thinking about came in. He lowered the gun and smiled at him. "Oh hey, Quat! You should've told me it was you." The gun went back on the desk as he stood to help his friend with the grocery bags.
Quatre grinned back at him as he shut the door with his foot. "I'm sorry, Duo. I'll say something next time." He set the bags down on the kitchen counter.
The braided one began putting away the food as Quatre went to the phone. "Did Trowa call yet?"
Duo froze midway of putting a box of cream cheese in the fridge. "No."
Quatre furrowed his brow and picked up the receiver. "Well, I'm going to check up on him."
Duo grumbled unintelligibly as thoughts filled his head. 'Stupid Trowa. Why does he get him? All he ever does is walk around and look depressed. At least Heero looks angry or crazy. Noooo, Trowa just flips around and says nothing, wastes his facial muscles, and gets Quatre. It's not fair. He's too tall, and lanky, and what's with his hair? I mean, if he was to kiss Quatre, the poor kid would get poked in the eye! Honestly-!'
"Duo?" Quatre interrupted his train of thought.
The boy turned to face him. "Yes?"
The blonde opened the fridge and blinked a few times. "Not to bother you, but people usually don't put crackers and cereal in the refrigerator. And," he added, going to the cupboard, "They don't put milk and cheese in the pantry."
"Well I'm different." He stated, crossing his arms. "And it's a cupboard, not a pantry."
Quatre blinked a few times. "Well, alright then."
***
It was a few days later, and Duo was once again sitting in his chair, this time reading a magazine. ".make-out with Relena before I'd put mayo in my hair."
He continued mumbling incoherently, before lifting his head to the sound of the doorknob clicking. He put away the issue of Cosmo, and then stood to welcome Quatre.
"Hey there, Qua-," his voice faltered as he saw Trowa enter the apartment as well. "-tre..."
His eyes narrowed on the uni-banged pilot. 'Mortal enemy.Trowa Barton.on premises.' He glanced over at Heero, who was on the couch reading an issue of Reader's Digest. '.Request to destroy.'
The pilot glared back at him. 'Request denied. Shape up or die.' He flipped to the Military jokes.
Quatre beamed as he pulled Trowa into the room. "Hey Duo, did you start dinner, or is it my turn tonight?"
The braided boy grumbled somewhat before answering. "Why not make Heero do it?"
"Because I'd like to eat something other than MRE's." (note: MRE's are those nifty little meals in a baggie that you add water too.)
Heero grunted and put down the magazine. "I'll order out tonight."
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Alright Heero." He began to wonder why Heero acted like he was living with him and Duo. Suddenly, a new thought dawned on Quatre. 'Maybe he and Duo got together!'
That couldn't be though.He shook his head quickly. No, Duo wouldn't go with Heero. Then again, it was awfully lonely at night.Quatre's eyes widened. Were they lovers already? Did they turn to each other for comfort, and allow their bodies to settle hidden de-
Everyone stared at Quatre, who was standing with his mouth agape and his eyes forward, wide with surprise and revelation. "Earth to Quatre." spoke Duo, his hand passing in front of the blonde boy's spaced out eyes.
-sires? Were their lips exploring carnal knowledge of lust? Was Duo's head thrown back as he released a passion-filled moan that was brought on by the blonde-haired.wait a second.Heero wasn't blonde.
"QUATRE! SNAP OUT OF IT!"
The small boy went tumbling backwards in surprise at the sudden yell from his American friend. His fantasy ruined, he could only look up at Trowa, Heero, and Duo.
"So, Chinese tonight?"
Shinigami- The god of death; ruthless killing machine; fighting in the lonesome battlefield; afraid of nothing.except a scrawny, pale, blue-eyed 15 year-old boy. Duo sighed and crossed his arms as he thought over the facts in his mind. 'What's there to fear?' he asked himself. 'The worst that can happen is he'll turn me down.'
Duo huffed. 'That would be pretty bad.' He turned his head to the door as he heard the click of the knob.
His brain went into alert mode and he automatically picked up the gun from the nearby desk, aiming it at the door. His finger was resting on the trigger as the very one he was thinking about came in. He lowered the gun and smiled at him. "Oh hey, Quat! You should've told me it was you." The gun went back on the desk as he stood to help his friend with the grocery bags.
Quatre grinned back at him as he shut the door with his foot. "I'm sorry, Duo. I'll say something next time." He set the bags down on the kitchen counter.
The braided one began putting away the food as Quatre went to the phone. "Did Trowa call yet?"
Duo froze midway of putting a box of cream cheese in the fridge. "No."
Quatre furrowed his brow and picked up the receiver. "Well, I'm going to check up on him."
Duo grumbled unintelligibly as thoughts filled his head. 'Stupid Trowa. Why does he get him? All he ever does is walk around and look depressed. At least Heero looks angry or crazy. Noooo, Trowa just flips around and says nothing, wastes his facial muscles, and gets Quatre. It's not fair. He's too tall, and lanky, and what's with his hair? I mean, if he was to kiss Quatre, the poor kid would get poked in the eye! Honestly-!'
"Duo?" Quatre interrupted his train of thought.
The boy turned to face him. "Yes?"
The blonde opened the fridge and blinked a few times. "Not to bother you, but people usually don't put crackers and cereal in the refrigerator. And," he added, going to the cupboard, "They don't put milk and cheese in the pantry."
"Well I'm different." He stated, crossing his arms. "And it's a cupboard, not a pantry."
Quatre blinked a few times. "Well, alright then."
***
It was a few days later, and Duo was once again sitting in his chair, this time reading a magazine. ".make-out with Relena before I'd put mayo in my hair."
He continued mumbling incoherently, before lifting his head to the sound of the doorknob clicking. He put away the issue of Cosmo, and then stood to welcome Quatre.
"Hey there, Qua-," his voice faltered as he saw Trowa enter the apartment as well. "-tre..."
His eyes narrowed on the uni-banged pilot. 'Mortal enemy.Trowa Barton.on premises.' He glanced over at Heero, who was on the couch reading an issue of Reader's Digest. '.Request to destroy.'
The pilot glared back at him. 'Request denied. Shape up or die.' He flipped to the Military jokes.
Quatre beamed as he pulled Trowa into the room. "Hey Duo, did you start dinner, or is it my turn tonight?"
The braided boy grumbled somewhat before answering. "Why not make Heero do it?"
"Because I'd like to eat something other than MRE's." (note: MRE's are those nifty little meals in a baggie that you add water too.)
Heero grunted and put down the magazine. "I'll order out tonight."
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Alright Heero." He began to wonder why Heero acted like he was living with him and Duo. Suddenly, a new thought dawned on Quatre. 'Maybe he and Duo got together!'
That couldn't be though.He shook his head quickly. No, Duo wouldn't go with Heero. Then again, it was awfully lonely at night.Quatre's eyes widened. Were they lovers already? Did they turn to each other for comfort, and allow their bodies to settle hidden de-
Everyone stared at Quatre, who was standing with his mouth agape and his eyes forward, wide with surprise and revelation. "Earth to Quatre." spoke Duo, his hand passing in front of the blonde boy's spaced out eyes.
-sires? Were their lips exploring carnal knowledge of lust? Was Duo's head thrown back as he released a passion-filled moan that was brought on by the blonde-haired.wait a second.Heero wasn't blonde.
"QUATRE! SNAP OUT OF IT!"
The small boy went tumbling backwards in surprise at the sudden yell from his American friend. His fantasy ruined, he could only look up at Trowa, Heero, and Duo.
"So, Chinese tonight?"
