Disclaimer: I own none of it but Duo is my happy toy. I'll share but I get to break him.

          Duo: I'm NOT A SLUT!

          Aya: THAS RIGHT YOU MAH BITCH!

          Duo: THAT'S RIGHT! … goddamit.

          Aya: heeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeeee

::Duo's thoughts::

~Life aint no bowl of cherries~

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"Goddamn"

A white cloth covered in stick black oil hit the floor with a wooshing sound splattering oil. Two partially clean hands came up to wipe the grungy youthful face from its mask of grease and matted brown bangs. Violet eyes came open and narrowed at the sight before them.

"Fuggin' bike…" The young man drenched in black fluid mumbled.

"Duo the garage is closing…"

"Don't worry I'll close up, Hilde." Duo replied deftly, eyes unmoving from the mechanical mess before him.

"Damn, you're still massacring that hunk of junk?" the murmur came from behind him. Duo looked up and gave a bitterly sarcastic smile. Proudly he skimmed his hands across the lovely smooth surface of black metal. It was hella nice. A motorcycle from scrapped parts, faster than any rice burner and classier than a Harley.

"Jezzus Christ. Marry the damn thing." Hilde threw her hands up leaning against the doorframe that set the boundary between the dim dusty oil-stanched garage and the cleanly rugged office that belonged to the young woman. 

"You're right, we should get married. I'll be riding her enough."

He sat on the bike and moved his hips on it in a suggestive manner. Hilde scoffed through her slightly traumatic orgasm.

"Yeah that bike's getting more than I ever did!"

The braided mechanic grimaced. ::Is she ever gonna get off that friggen' subject. I'm not her boy toy anymore.::

 In fact their failure-at-human-relations didn't even last a week. They couldn't stand each other as it turned out. If he could have, Duo woulda taken a wrench and beaten himself unconscious to end the talk of their "relationship" right then and there. The gundam pilot did *not * need another "Oh I wasn't worth anything to you" rants.

          "We make better friends than lovers, Hilde…"

           "YOU NEVER EVEN HAD SEX WITH ME! I WANTED TO GET LAID!"

          "Someone's a bit horny…"

          "…sorry…"

          "PMS?…"

          "I've got cramps in places I didn't know I could get them…"

          "I know…Gimme the keys…" He walked over to her, his blue mechanic's jumpsuit still drenched in stick viscous liquid, not daring to step too close to the spotless office. "I'll lock up for ya!" Duo held his hand out to her palm ready to receive the jingling chain of keys. "Go home! Take a nice lonnnnnnnng bath, eat the carton of ice cream I stole from Quatre at the supermarket in your freezer I've been hiding, and fall asleep watching a subtitled chick flick." He ended with his signature grin.

          Hilde blushed and dug the clinking metal pieces from her pocket tossing them haphazardly at his chest, smirking as he failed to catch them.    

          "Sure Maxwell. Oh! That reminds me, I'm getting' some hired help tomorrow. I thought you might need an assistant." Her smirk grew more prevalent on her face as she watched Duo's expression contort horribly.

          "Hell no."

          "Duo, don't gimme that. I already told her it was okay."

          "HER!? Look I got nothing against women. You're great in the garage but I don't want some prissy little bitch pretending she knows something about cars and bikes. You know what they say about women and machinery…"

          "She's skilled you bastard."

          "Screw that." He spun around flicking his braid in a snide manner.

          "Please. You're good with people."

          "What does that have to do with anything?" he ranted back.

          "Stop spazing you're such a woman sometimes."

          "Hilde…" he stood beside his bike," You're not tellin' me something'"

          Duo sat on his bike once more wrapping each finger carefully around the fitted rubber hand bars. His gaze shifted to the short, dark-haired woman. Hilde rocked back and forth nervously under his interrogative stare.

          "You'll see"

          "A little nervous? …"

          "…Tell ya tomorrow…" slowly she turned around, rolling off of the door frame and flicking off the lights to her office leaving the braided young man with only the dim fluorescent garage bulbs.

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