[A.N] Hello everyone! I have decided to take a break from my susual serious fics and create a fun one full of laughs and ornery hijinks! Come join me and find out exactly what Mr. Maxwell has up his sleeve and as always R&R because you never know when your comment or suggestion might help add to the story!
It was a stare-down to beat all stare-downs. Aqua versus Preussian blue locked in a battle of wills that had shown no signs of ending. Duo watched as the petit Foreign Minister and the head of her security continued to hold their ground on their opinions and it was quite and impressive sight. Heero's glare could make a grown made wet himself and Relena had been the resilient mediating force that helped keep the peace. He almost felt like he should pop popcorn for this two-person show that he currently had front row seats to.
"Relena."
"Heero."
"I can do this all day."
"So can I."
"I've faced armies of mobile suits without blinking."
"I've held my own for months in conferences with stubborn old men without batting an eye."
Duo sighed. It was time to take matters into his own hands. Walking up behind them, he pushed Relena into Heero, forcing their gazes to break and for the two to plummet to the floor. Heero, of course, caught her and took the brunt of the impact but the way they fall left them was almost picture perfect.
Relena's pencil-skirt had ridden up the side of her thigh, her sky-blue button jp shirt had scooted down showing just the top of cleavage. Heero had his arms wrapped protectively around her, his face inches from hers, legs slightly entangled. Duo smirked. From the angle Heero was now he would have no problem seeing down her shirt. His interference was clearly having the desired effect: Relena's face was a pretty shade of red and Heero's face had gotten horribly flushed. The flustered locked eyes once more, their argument obviously forgotten. It had been silly anyway. Heero had wanted Relena to wear a bullet proof vest every time they left the building. Relena had, of course, refused and thus ensued their ridiculously long staring contest. Duo did have to admit, he was proud of his handy work.
As the two slowly picked themselves off the floor, the inevitable rubbing of their bodies had only made things worse. Duo suppressed a chuckle. This was fun. It dawned on him-as they muttered silent apologies and Relena excused from the room from the room,-that their denial had gone on long enough. He was going to get them together come hell or high water if his name wasn't Duo Maxwell!
"Duo." The growl from the former pilot of 01 made him jump.
"Hey, don't look at me, Pally! It's not my fault I tripped!" Heero's glare, at that moment, could have turned any normal person to stone, but not the great Shinigami!
Shaking his head, Heero obviously decided that following Relena to her next destination was a better choice than beating his braided friend to a pulp. Duo sighed and ran a hand through his bangs. "Heh! You'll thank me later, buddy! It's time for the god of death to change up his game!" At that moment, the God of Death made a decision. Until he got the two of them to admit their feelings, Shinigami was no more: in his place was cupid and this ornery cherub had a few tricks up his sleeve!