Chapter 1: Drunk Mistakes
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Duo giggled uncontrollably on his bed, while his hazy vision caught sight of Heero typing a way at the bright-screened laptop. Maybe he couldn't see because Heero had apparently napped on his bed while he was the party and his covers smelled of the illustrious aroma that was Heero. Or it could be the chance that the bubbly, fruity punch he'd had ten cupfuls or, had been spiked…? Nah! Shinigami didn't get drunk, did he? The braided boy giggled again.
"So Heeeee-lrooooo…? Whatcha' tyyyyyyyypin'?" The dazed male slurred.
"Hn." Heero replied, not once changing his position or looking at his obviously drunk comrade.
"Sounds Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!" Duo hiccupped, then giggled for the third time, putting on hand up to his mouth as if he was a schoolgirl who had just been told a dirty secret. Heero turned his head to look at the supposed, 'God of Death' and raised an eyebrow at the sight. Wufei knocked on the door to the boy's shared bedroom. Duo laughed girlishly before replying in a tone that was full of slurred words and scattered hiccups.
"I'm not alive at the moooooooooooooooment…" He hiccupped and giggled. "Please leave a massage at the end of the toothpaste!" Shinigami fell of the bed with woozy laughter, sounding very much like a hysterical young girl. Wufei entered.
"What's wrong with him? Did he go to a party and get drunk, AGAIN?!" The black-haired male questioned.
"Hn." Heero replied, confirming Wufei's thoughts. Duo looked up at the newly entered boy and grinned.
"What's yer naaaaaaaaaame Mister Beeeear?!" The dunk male asked and giggled again. Wufei raised and eyebrow just as Heero had done
"Think you can stand him, or should we put him in the shower and blast the cold water on him."
"Hn."
"All right, if you're sure…" With that, the black-haired gundam pilot left Heero and his deranged drunkard of a friend alone.
"Hey, where'd duh teddy-bear go?" Heero glared at Duo and turned back to his typing. The longhaired boy got feebly up and stumbled over to Heero in the corner. He plopped down into the other boy's lap, draping his arms around the shorter male's slim shoulders. The Perfect Soldier suppressed the instinct to lash out and very badly hurt Duo. Instead, the shorthaired male gathered the drunk into his arms and lowered him onto the bed. As soon as Heero's arms left him, her began to shout.
"Hee-chaaaaaaaaan! Cooooome back, peas!" Soon enough, after a half-hour of rolling around his mattress stupidly, he finally fell into a half-passed-out, half-asleep state, and Heero no longer had to deal with the senseless Duo, it was a wonder he hadn't turn a gun on the Baka.
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The next morning, the braided Baka awoke with large bags under his eyes and a splitting head-ach.
"Damn! Do we have some aspirin?" Duo asked, rubbing his scalp with the back of his hand. "I have one hell of a migraine!"
"Baka." Heero called I his normal monotone voice. "It serves you right for getting drunk last night." The perfect Soldier continued, handing the braided idiot two painkillers. Duo tried his best to imitate a mad, Heero death-glare as he accepted the pills and snub comment. Why did he have to be so damn mean al the time when he came with look like that?! It was all so confusing. Duo couldn't even remember what happened when he was drunk… Oh Shit! What if did something to Heero?! What if he'd told Heero he love him?!
"Um, H-Heero?"
"Hn?"
"Did anything happen while I was drunk?"
"Hn?" Heero asked, throwing a questioning glance toward the longhaired brunette. "Why do you ask?" The Perfect Soldier glared. Duo blushed and growled, moody from his current hangover.
"I was DRUNK! D-R-U-N-K!" He spelled out angrily. "I don't know and can't remember what happened… Wouldn't YOU want to know if you did anything stupid you couldn't remember?! Huh?! HUH?!"
"I would never put myself in a position of vulnerability, where I wouldn't recall said, important events." Heero's response was surprisingly lengthily, compared to his normal grunts. Duo growled.
"Just—Forget it!" With that the boy stormed out of the room, "I'm going to get something to eat!" AS the braided male stomped angrily into the kitchen, Wufei acknowledged him by saying,
"I made waffles. Help yourself."
"Thanks…" Duo replied, drifting off thoughtfully as he forked four waffles and six sausages onto his plate. "Wufei… Do you know what happened while I was drunk?" Wufei looked up, wiping his hands on a small towel.
"You giggled a lot… and you thought I was a stuffed anime bear." The black-haired Chinese boy replied.
"Anything… else?" Duo asked quietly.
"No… any reason?"
"I just want to make sure I didn't do anything I would have regret… that 'Perfect Soldier' wouldn't tell me!" The brunette complained, stuffing down two waffles and a sausage, then quickly washing it down with a gulp of orange juice.
Meanwhile Heero still sat in the room, typing on his laptop as usual This entry he was typing would seem quite interesting to the reader, if there was any, as it was titled: drunkard3-31byperfectionexperiment19278
So far his fast fingers had typed the mouthfuls all his grunts of response meant. This, said entry, so read:
Violet eyes like that are always strange when that Baka's drunk. Sometimes I feel like slapping hime back to his senses. Wait? 'Sometimes I feel'… Do I? After all, I'm just a perfection experiment gone wrong. I was just bread to kill, and the blood of countless men covers my guilty, soiled hands, though I don't feel and ounce of remorse for the lives I've taken. He… sat on my lap last night, then went out like a light on his bed. You know I've held lots of guns before and pulled the trigger, taking the life of a man. Killing is easy, but.. and the Perfect Soldier… love? Or is it to hard to feel when I've been trained against such sentiments. Feelings, emotions, are nothing but a weakness, no soldier is perfect or complete with them. For they can be a fighter's downfall… his soft spot… his weakness… the thing he needs desperately to her rid of… and I will destroy every trace of this feeling… this weakness. For this is a mission I just now accepted, and nothing can stop Heero Yuy from, completing a mission.
End Transmission…
PerfectExperiment19278
Heero knew what that entry meant. He knew the Perfect Soldier's weakness was all over his carefully and triple locked, password entry blocked computer Journal. Heero knew that if it weren't for his carefully placed mask of coldness, it would be written all over his face as well. That was another advantage of their way of 'training' him.
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Oooo! How as that? Please review and give me tips for the second chappy so I can have it to you speedy quick! Until next time… Chow!
Tenshi-Usa