Summary: Duo realizes that he loves Heero, but all he can do is tell him that he likes him. And sing a song.

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. The lyrics of the song don't belong to me either. But I love Shrek.

AN: NOT A SONG FIC. Kind of based on Frou Frou's song, "I need a Heero." Uh…I mean hero. This is another one-shot due to the fact that Cold Iron has no gotten 2428 hits. I mean wow. So this is the 2000 hit ficcie.

I need a Hero

Schmoogy

The sun was shining. 'Not for long.'

It was a beautiful day. 'Rain cloud on the horizon.'

The birds were singing in the trees. 'Damn morning chorus. Kill them please.'

And the house was not covered in toilet paper or graffiti. 'For once.' And no one had kicked the trashcan over. 'Yet.' And there were no missions for the week. 'As if.'

I didn't growl at my inner voice. I was far too happy to worry about that. I giggled madly, bouncing up and down cross-legged on my unmade bed.

I didn't understand why the hell I was so worked up, nor did I care. I had an absolutely ecstatic grin on my face and it stretched across from ear to ear. Shit, I think that my lips are splitting. Ah well, didn't care either. The fluttery feeling was in my stomach. It was the kind of feeling that would make you (and Wufei) break out in smiles all over, as I would in pimples in the height of puberty. The kind that squeezed my chest and soul together and made me feel like laughter could bubble out of my mouth and make me sound like a loon. The kind that made every blasted song on the radio sound like a pop hit. It made every under-five-year-old-brat cute, even if they were tugging on my braid and sinking their nails into my leg. It made Relena seem slightly less obsessed with Heero.

...Well, I wouldn't go that far. But hell, nothing could get me down today.

I think you got the picture now. That's what I, Duo Maxwell, felt like. Unfortunately, I don't think that Heero, soldier of perfection, was on the same wavelength as I was.

Shame. Well, tough for Heero and all the more fun for me.

Heero was morbidly typing his life away on that blasted laptop of his while I was laughing at my attempts to touch my nose with my tongue. Amazingly enough, I couldn't. "Heeee-chan," I crowed happily after giving up. "Can you touch your nose with your tongue?"

The answer was a deadpanned one. "No." Jeez, his voice is flatter than crepe under a steamroller. Gotta sweeten it up with honey or something.

I rolled over in the bed and let my head hang over the edge. Wow, my bangs are getting really long. They just flop all over the place and they never stay tucked behind my ears. I felt my braid slide down with my movement. It swung around like an out of sync metronome. Damn, that thing is really heavy sometimes. I nearly fell off the bed completely. "What? How 'bout kissing your own elbow?" I suddenly suggested, cocking my up-side-down head to the side. I hoped I looked cute. Even Heero can't resist that.

...what? He can't!

Heero didn't even turn in his chair to look at me. His gaze remained on the whirring computer. "No. It is physically impossible," he said in that monotone of his. Bleah. That will definitely have to go. I rolly-pollied off the bed and fell on the floor with a thump. Ouch. I lay in a heap for a moment, but then leaped up to drape my arms around Heero's lean shoulders. He didn't stiffen or flinch like usual. He carried on typing, but I swear that there was a happy little glint in his eyes. My inner Duo's were cheering and celebrating like crazy.

I think that he realized that he had succeeded in starting a party inside my head, because he suddenly turned around to face me and growled from the bottom of his throat. But the happy little gleam was still in those Prussian eyes. 'You can't scare me Hee-chan,' I thought smugly and engaged in a staring match. The air became tense around us and I could almost see the bolts zapping between our eyes.

I knew that I couldn't win. Not with Mr. Blinking-is-a-liability-to-the-mission. Best tactic here is a surprise attack. So I did just that by suddenly licking him on the nose. The nose crinkled under my touch and I heard Heero take a sharp breath. He moved back quickly.

Shit, did I overstep my boundaries? Aw man, come on Heero. Don't crash on the trust thing that I've been working on for months. Well, he hasn't killed me yet, so I think that I'm still in the green zone. Maybe the edge of the green zone, but I'm still safe nonetheless. Heero stared at me strangely with a calculating look. I could almost hear the well-oiled gears inside that rock hard head of his move. The look disappeared and he rubbed his nose.

I giggled and unwrapped my arms from his frame. Can't hang on forever. I was very pleased to see a disappointed glow appear in his eyes. Tough, if he wanted a hug, he should come get it himself. Heero-hugs were very rare and barely given without any prompting from Quatre or myself. Let's see if the big lump can be bothered to move his ass.

The bastard stayed seated and smirked at me before turning back to his computer. I felt my mouth drop to the floor. The sadist! What? Does he think that I'm just gonna go and put my arms around his shoulders again, then he's wrong-o.

Awww shit. This is harder than I expected. I think that he knows about my internal battle. Half of me wants to walk out the door and watch him suffer and the other half wants me to kiss him. Whoa. Kiss him? What the hell was that? Pass on that question; I'll come back to that later.

You know, when a dog is torn between two actions, it does neither and often opts just to sit there and scratch itself. That's what I did. No, I didn't suddenly sit down and start picking out the itches. I sat back down and the bed and stare at Heero. It makes them all paranoid. Especially Heero.

"Duo, stop that."

I sighed and for once agreed. Rolling over onto my stomach, I grinned as a thought came to me. It was a brilliant thought and it was gonna kill Hee-chan. "Heero," I said solemnly. "I need a Heero."

He paused in his working before swiveling around to give me a What? stare.

"I'm holding out for a Heero 'til the morning light. He´s gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast." I stood up on the bed and punched my arm into the air. "And he's gotta be fresh from the fight!"

I managed to say all this without my voice breaking with laughter, an especially hard task due to the bemused look on Heero's pretty face. Definitely a Kodak moment. I started to giggle and plowed on with my song. "I need a Heero. I'm holding out for a Heero 'till the morning light. He's gotta be sure. And it's gotta be soon. And he's gotta be larger than life. Larger than life."

Amazingly, I got through the whole song without being threatened, maimed or even interrupted. Heero just sat there, still as a statue but I knew that he was definitely listening. I can usually read people really well. You know, I can tell if someone wants to kill me by looking for a murderous gleam in the eyes. But the dance of emotions in Heero's eyes was illegible. I couldn't pick out anything. The meanie.

After I finished, I sort of fell back on to the bed with hiccup laughter racing through my whole being. I found it unbelievable that I even remembered the words to the oldie. And Heero just sat there, as if contemplating something. "What's wrong Hee-chan?" I asked breathlessly, still clutching at my sides.

"Nothing," he said before turning around and shutting his laptop down. As the power died down, he joined me on the bed, sitting next to me. I was too busy laughing to realize how close he was. I stopped chortling for a second to look at him.

His eyes were gleaming again. Heero had such a peaceful expression on his face, that all traces of hyperactive happiness that I was swamped in seemed to drain out of me, to be replaced by something else. I didn't mind. The force of love I suddenly felt for my comrade nearly bowled me over. My heart was being overloaded with feelings I knew of before.

Never this strong.

I wanted to heal him when he came back with injuries. I wanted to envelope him in my arms and never let go. I wanted to ruffle his hair and memorize every silky strand. I wanted to drown Relena.

I wanted to kill anyone who hurt him.

I felt like I could float, like I could face three squads of Ozzies and come back home in time for breakfast. Heero was looking at me with that gentle look and his mouth was twitched upwards. Lucky that I was so high on happiness. If I wasn't, I think that the shock would have killed me.

I think I know what this means.

Me, the braided fool whose mouth only stops running to drink, in love with him, the anti-social soldier who hasn't said more than three consecutive words to any one outside of his job. And "I will kill you" doesn't count. My mouth hurt because of the ten million watt smiles I had been wearing.

Then completely out of the blue, I blurted out, "I like you Heero."

Well, not a good confession exactly. I'll work on that.

Silence settled over us like a heavy blanket. Heero's mouth opened slightly. Maybe he was shocked or surprised, I dunno. But his expression didn't change. "I like you too Duo," he said softly. Well damn, that's nice to know.

You know, I don't think that he knew exactly what I meant. Just another thing to work on.

Yup, just another thing to work on. But this time, this has priority.

When we went downstairs, I passed by the living room to overhear Quatre talking to Trowa excitably. I peeked through the gap in the door. Quatre had a wide grin on his face, one that rivaled mine, and his eyes sparkled happily. Trowa had a contented look on his face and was nodding to what ever Quatre was saying.

"And then I just felt an explosion of feeling coming from Duo and Heero's room. It nearly knocked me out." Quatre patted his chest. "It was amazing. I mean, it can't have just come from one person. No one could host so many feelings. I bet that it was both."

"So you think that they've found out?"

Quatre glanced at the doorway and I shrunk back. Shit, I think he saw me.

"No," he said, his eyes still glued at the door. "No, not yet. Duo just has to work on that."

AN: The End? My friend thinks that I should continue, but I'm not so sure.