Author's Note: I have NO idea where this came from. Don't even ask, okay?
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing. Don't sue. OOC galore.
FOREWORD: PLEASE READ!! I was rifling through the new fics the other day and saw a fic really similar to this one. I would just like to say that I AM NOT PLAGIARIZING THAT FIC. I started writing this in June, but RL complications, writer's block, and then FF.net's crash prevented me from putting it up sooner. I came up with this idea independently. Thanks, and enjoy the fic.
Prologue: Mission Accepted
They were the only two pilots at the safehouse, and had come very close to strangling each other over the past six days. They were waiting for a mission assignment, but in the meantime slowly driving each other nuts. Duo would babble on and on to fill up the maddening silence, and Heero would try his best to pretend his ears were stuffed with cotton so he could tune it out. Duo was being particularly annoying that evening, wanting to do something, ~anything~ to get his mind off of waiting for the mission. Heero's temper was frayed to the point of snapping. And Duo charged blindly onward.
"C'mon, Heero! Just one game! I'll let you win the first hand!"
"No."
"It won't take long!"
"No."
"Plllleeeeeeeaaaaasssssssee?"
"~No.~"
"I'll stop bugging you for the rest of the night."
There was a pause.
"All right. One hand."
"Yesssss!"
"You ready?"
Yeah. Okay, when I say shoot. One! Two! Three! Shoot!"
Another short pause.
"Whoooo-hooooooooo! Rock beats scissors! Yeehaw! I sooo rock! Hehehe! Get it, Heero? I ~rock~!"
"Shut up."
"I can't believe you went with scissors!"
"Shut. Up." Heero felt a nerve-throb coming on.
"I mean, what a stupid thing to do! And you're supposed to be the tactician for this mission? Hey, that rhymed."
"Duo." Yes, definitely a nerve-throb.
"Hmmm?"
Heero held out his hand. Duo blinked at it in surprise, then a slow, creeping grin spread across his face.
"Ohhhh, ~I~ see. You want a rematch, don't you?"
"You weren't holding up your part of the bargain," Heero deadpanned. "If I win this one, you ~have~ to be absolutely silent for the rest of the night."
"Mission accepted," Duo mocked Heero's oft-used phrase. "One! Two! Three! Shoot!"
Heero's hand came out flat, while Duo's fingers split open. Heero frowned.
"Oh yeah! That's two for two! I'm on a roll!" Duo did a small victory dance. "You want to go again?"
"Hn."
"I'll take that for a yes."
"Double or nothing."
"What's in it for me?"
"....."
"I'm sure I'll think of ~something~..." Duo said airily, but with that promise, a certain form of dread crept up Heero's spine. But this was now a battle of honor, a battle of pride, and his only chance to get Duo to shut the hell up.
Two hours later, Heero was no better off. Duo had won every single hand, even when Heero had, in desperation, given up the usual three signs for odd ones like "vulcan cannon" and "buster rifle."
"I want a rematch. Double or nothing," he said, for at least the thousandth time that night. If he won, Duo may as well go join an abbey and take a vow of silence.
"Hey man, don't you ever get tired of losing?" Duo teased, getting bored with the game.
Heero glared at him. Then his laptop beeped. He bounded across the room to the desk and sat down.
"Finally!" he muttered too low for Duo to hear as he opened the file from Dr. J.
"Pilots Zero One and Zero Two: this is your mission," Dr. J's voice began, playing over the small speakers built into the laptop. "You must go to the Romafeller University for Free-thinkers. We have an informant there with data indispensable to our goal. She will contact you within a week of your arrival. When you have all the information, send it to the secured database and await further instructions. Do absolutely ~nothing~ to arouse suspicion while you are there. We cannot afford a mistake at this stage. J out."
After a pause, Duo grinned.
"Heh, just another infiltrate-the-school-and-get-the-info mission," he said. "This'll be a piece of cake. What's this university thing, O Heero Who Knows Everything About Romafeller?"
"Romafeller University for Free-thinkers. Despite the name, it is actually a high school. This is where the nobles and upper-classes who are allied with Romafeller send their rebellious children. They are mostly well-born juvenile delinquents whose parents wouldn't put into a true reform school for fear of tarnishing their family reputation. But among those are also Sanq Kingdom and colony sympathizers that Romefeller wants to get rid of," Heero told him, sending confirmation of the orders as he did so.
"Convenient, isn't it? Romafeller can get all the trouble-makers in one group for some mass brainwashing," Duo remarked, curling his lip at such underhanded tactics. Then he smiled sinisterly. "Our contact is a chick, ne?"
"Apparently."
As his back was turned to the braided boy, Heero did not see the devious grin. However, his unease rose when he heard the wicked chuckle.
"Guess what, Heero, my friend. I know how you're going to pay off this enormous debt you owe me."
Heero repressed a shudder. He had a bad feeling.
Chapter 1: I Feel Pretty
A looming, ominous feeling pervaded the safehouse the next morning. Duo was gone when Heero woke at dawn, which in itself was unnerving. Usually, he'd sleep till noon or so, if there wasn't a mission to attend to. And since the American had refused to give the slightest hint of what he was going to inflict upon Heero, the impending doom was that much more unbearable.
Heero packed up their belongings while he waited for him to return. Anything to keep his mind off what might be coming. He knew from experience that Duo was an evil genius when it came to pranks and revenge. When they'd roomed together in the past, and Heero had done something or other that had upset him, he had been down right vindictive. Heero had learned the hard way (via forged notes from his "parents" for surprise venereal disease checks by the school physician) that NO ONE can eat Duo's pop tarts. He wondered what the little sadist had up his sleeve this time.
* He better not be planning on setting me up with our contact. I already ~have~ a rich high-school chick stalking me. *
Heero sighed philosophically. Maybe it was karma. He ~did~ kill people a lot; maybe this was the universe's way of punishing him. It occurred to him briefly that he could just refuse to honor the bet, since Duo had not honored ~his~ on that first hand. He really, really wanted to do so as well. But a prideful part of him would not let him back down. If nothing else, he would be a man of his word.
"I'm hooooo~ooome!" came an energetic shout from the kitchen as Duo entered. He sauntered into the living room, where Heero was putting his laptop away. The long-haired pilot was loaded down with bags from various department stores.
"Where were you all morning?" Heero asked, resigning himself to fate.
"I went shopping for our new mission. Duh," Duo said with a grin. He dropped all the bags at once. "These are for you."
Heero stood and eyed them dubiously for a moment. "All of them?"
"Well, except for my school uniform, yeah. Aren't you going to look and see what they are?" Duo asked maliciously. "I spent nearly all the money I have on them."
Heero glared at him. He marched stiffly forward and picked up the nearest bag. He reached inside, his hand closing on something... soft. And fuzzy. Hoping it wasn't roadkill or something equally gruesome, he pulled it out. And then blinked at it. It was... pink. Soft baby pink. And fuzzy. He shook it out. It was a girl's sweater. After a moment's puzzlement, he found himself wishing for roadkill. He swallowed hard and looked at Duo as understanding dawned. Duo beamed evilly at him.
"You don't mean - "
"I do."
"But- anou... The mission. Dr. J said not to arouse suspicion -"
"You'll just have to be careful then. And who knows, it might come in handy. If our contact is a chick, then you could become her close personal friend," Duo said knowingly. "Thus making it possible for her to talk to you in private without lots of speculation. And that would be within mission parameters."
"....I don't look like a girl."
"Sure you do!"
Heero glared his deadliest.
"I don't sound like a girl."
"You can talk in a falsetto."
" I don't act like a girl."
"Bet there's plenty of tomboys at this university thing."
"I'm ~not~ wearing this," Heero gestured with the hand holding the pink sweater.
"Are you backing out on the bet, Heero?"
"..."
"You ~are~ a man of your word, aren't you?" Duo nettled, as if he knew what Heero had been thinking moments before.
"...."
"I'll get all our stuff into the jeep while you get ready," Duo said, going to the stack of supplies and picking up a box. He paused at the doorway to the kitchen. "Oh, by the way, there are some razors in that bag."
"I don't shave."
"You will. Some of those skirts are pretty short." Duo flounced out whistling gleefully, leaving Heero fuming and cursing under his breath.
Half an hour later, Duo sat waiting outside the single bedroom of the small house, supremely smug. This was his best idea ~ever.~ Sweet revenge. ~No one~ ate his pop tarts, and Heero had taken a whole packet. This was only fair, two pranks for two tasty pastries. And this would be a masterpiece. He'd give up pranks for good afterward; he'd never be able to top this.
"Hey Heero! Hurry up! We ~do~ have to get going today, you know," he said loudly. He was gloating. He knew it, and he was enjoying it!
The door creaked open a crack and a wiry tan arm snaked around it, brandishing something very pink and very frilly.
"What the hell is ~this?~"Heero demanded, his voice muffled through the door.
Duo grinned.
"They're called panties. You wear them under your skirt," he explained.
"These aren't panties," Heero replied. "They're too... too... um..."
"Lacey and frilly?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I had to find something suitably modest. I mean, in case of a sudden wind. We wouldn't want you endangering the mission with tighty whities, would we? Even normal panties would look a bit suspicious, considering. But the frills will hide just about anything."
There was a pause as Heero absorbed this. The hand and the panties went back behind the door.
"You've thought this out way too much, Duo."
"Hey, ~you're~ the one that's always so thorough. How's it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?"
The Japanese boy's only response was to slam the door. Duo smothered victorious maniacal laughter. After another ten minutes passed, Duo got impatient.
"Heero, seriously. We have to get going."
"Hn."
"If you won't come out, I'll come in."
"You come in and I'll kill you."
"Oh you always say that,"Duo said, and pushed the door open. Then stopped dead in his tracks.
The outside observer might've have thought that it was because there was a gun digging into his throat. But, while that in itself was a strong deterrent, that was not why he stopped. In front of him stood Heero. He was wearing a royal blue pleated skirt that came just past his knees, practical black loafers with neatly folded pale yellow socks. A matching pale yellow blouse was covered with a short royal blue uniform jacket. The Romafeller seal was embroidered in yellow thread on the left lapel of the jacket. Duo could tell Heero had put on the padded bra and falsies, and had to bit his lower lip. Heero was glaring his deadliest above it all, and withdrew the gun to cross his arms over his fake breasts.
"Don't stare. It's rude," he snapped.
At that, Duo couldn't help himself. He collapse on the floor, laughing until tears streamed out his eyes. He couldn't seem to stop. Several times he had almost calmed down enough to get up, but then he'd see Heero glowering down at him and it would just start all over. Finally, he was able to stop and catch his breath.
"Oh God. My stomach hurts," he said, sitting up.
"Hn."
Duo cocked his head at him and looked closely at Heero's face. Heero was ~blushing!~ That nearly set him off again, but he clamped down on the laughter. There was work to be done.
"You may look like a girl from the neck down, but you're face and hair are just too... Heero-ish. Where are the bags?" he asked, getting up. Heero gestured with the gun, and Duo got the bag he was looking for.
"What's that?"
"Make-up and hair thingies," Duo explained.
Heero stared at him as if he had two heads. Then he sighed, shoulders drooping an almost invisible fraction of an inch.
"Well, I've already gone ~this~ far," he muttered, emphasizing "this" by grabbing his falsies. Duo giggled a bit at that before he made Heero sit with his back to the mirror.
"You don't get to look until I'm done," he told him.
He had only a vague idea of how to apply make-up, but he supposed that it was probably more than Heero knew about it. And for his part, Heero was not twitching or making it any more difficult than it had to be. A resigned, long-suffering expression seemed glued to his face. Duo could almost pout at how well he seemed to be taking all of this. A masterpiece of torture like this was almost wasted entirely on the stone-faced pilot. But Duo knew that it was bothering Heero, even if the other boy was trying to play it cool. He smiled self-satisfiedly as he put the finishing touches of blush on Heero's cheeks.
Heero grunted and began to turn to look in the mirror, but Duo pulled him back.
"Ah-ah-ah!"He waggled a finger at him. "Still got to do your hair."
The other boy gave him a withering look, and Duo grinned back, grabbing a handful of hair clips and a bottle of gel. He squirted a moderate amount into his hands and began applying it to Heero's hair, which was surprisingly soft.
"Okay, we need to get our stories straight. You and I went to the same school and led a protest against Romafeller there. That's how we got expelled and sent to this university thing,"he said, as he stuck gold butterflies in Heero's hair. "And we're going to have to blend in here. No death threats to people who invite you places. We're probably going to have to circulate the social scene to find the informant. Once we do, you get the information while ~I~ make a distraction for the OZzies to follow. As soon as they're off our scent, we'll leave."
"I thought ~I~ was going to be the tactician," Heero grumbled. "Are you done?"
"~You~ were too busy shaving your legs. And yes, I am. Can you find a flaw in my plan?"
Heero turned and peered into the mirror, surprised at what he saw. Instead of a toughened, battle-ready pilot was a pretty teenaged girl with charmingly tussled short hair, held in place by butterfly clips that went well with the yellow of the blouse and Romafeller seal. The royal blue jacket brought out startling blue eyes, lined with full blue-black lashes.
I look soooooo stupid, Heero thought.
"Aside from the unnecessary cross-dressing?"
"Of course."
"Then no, not really. But this," he said, gesturing to himself, "is a stupid risk."
"Your objection has been noted. Remember, talk like a girl, walk like a girl, and for God's sake sit with your legs closed."
TO BE CONTINUED
^______________^ I'm so eeeeeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiiillllll. It's great. ^___~
Eros: I was thinking more along the lines of demented.
Quiet you. I'm basking in the glow of my eeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiiiillllll. Meantime, make yourself useful. Beg for compliments or something.
Eros: REEEEEEEVIIIIIIEEEEWWW!
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing. Don't sue. OOC galore.
FOREWORD: PLEASE READ!! I was rifling through the new fics the other day and saw a fic really similar to this one. I would just like to say that I AM NOT PLAGIARIZING THAT FIC. I started writing this in June, but RL complications, writer's block, and then FF.net's crash prevented me from putting it up sooner. I came up with this idea independently. Thanks, and enjoy the fic.
Prologue: Mission Accepted
They were the only two pilots at the safehouse, and had come very close to strangling each other over the past six days. They were waiting for a mission assignment, but in the meantime slowly driving each other nuts. Duo would babble on and on to fill up the maddening silence, and Heero would try his best to pretend his ears were stuffed with cotton so he could tune it out. Duo was being particularly annoying that evening, wanting to do something, ~anything~ to get his mind off of waiting for the mission. Heero's temper was frayed to the point of snapping. And Duo charged blindly onward.
"C'mon, Heero! Just one game! I'll let you win the first hand!"
"No."
"It won't take long!"
"No."
"Plllleeeeeeeaaaaasssssssee?"
"~No.~"
"I'll stop bugging you for the rest of the night."
There was a pause.
"All right. One hand."
"Yesssss!"
"You ready?"
Yeah. Okay, when I say shoot. One! Two! Three! Shoot!"
Another short pause.
"Whoooo-hooooooooo! Rock beats scissors! Yeehaw! I sooo rock! Hehehe! Get it, Heero? I ~rock~!"
"Shut up."
"I can't believe you went with scissors!"
"Shut. Up." Heero felt a nerve-throb coming on.
"I mean, what a stupid thing to do! And you're supposed to be the tactician for this mission? Hey, that rhymed."
"Duo." Yes, definitely a nerve-throb.
"Hmmm?"
Heero held out his hand. Duo blinked at it in surprise, then a slow, creeping grin spread across his face.
"Ohhhh, ~I~ see. You want a rematch, don't you?"
"You weren't holding up your part of the bargain," Heero deadpanned. "If I win this one, you ~have~ to be absolutely silent for the rest of the night."
"Mission accepted," Duo mocked Heero's oft-used phrase. "One! Two! Three! Shoot!"
Heero's hand came out flat, while Duo's fingers split open. Heero frowned.
"Oh yeah! That's two for two! I'm on a roll!" Duo did a small victory dance. "You want to go again?"
"Hn."
"I'll take that for a yes."
"Double or nothing."
"What's in it for me?"
"....."
"I'm sure I'll think of ~something~..." Duo said airily, but with that promise, a certain form of dread crept up Heero's spine. But this was now a battle of honor, a battle of pride, and his only chance to get Duo to shut the hell up.
Two hours later, Heero was no better off. Duo had won every single hand, even when Heero had, in desperation, given up the usual three signs for odd ones like "vulcan cannon" and "buster rifle."
"I want a rematch. Double or nothing," he said, for at least the thousandth time that night. If he won, Duo may as well go join an abbey and take a vow of silence.
"Hey man, don't you ever get tired of losing?" Duo teased, getting bored with the game.
Heero glared at him. Then his laptop beeped. He bounded across the room to the desk and sat down.
"Finally!" he muttered too low for Duo to hear as he opened the file from Dr. J.
"Pilots Zero One and Zero Two: this is your mission," Dr. J's voice began, playing over the small speakers built into the laptop. "You must go to the Romafeller University for Free-thinkers. We have an informant there with data indispensable to our goal. She will contact you within a week of your arrival. When you have all the information, send it to the secured database and await further instructions. Do absolutely ~nothing~ to arouse suspicion while you are there. We cannot afford a mistake at this stage. J out."
After a pause, Duo grinned.
"Heh, just another infiltrate-the-school-and-get-the-info mission," he said. "This'll be a piece of cake. What's this university thing, O Heero Who Knows Everything About Romafeller?"
"Romafeller University for Free-thinkers. Despite the name, it is actually a high school. This is where the nobles and upper-classes who are allied with Romafeller send their rebellious children. They are mostly well-born juvenile delinquents whose parents wouldn't put into a true reform school for fear of tarnishing their family reputation. But among those are also Sanq Kingdom and colony sympathizers that Romefeller wants to get rid of," Heero told him, sending confirmation of the orders as he did so.
"Convenient, isn't it? Romafeller can get all the trouble-makers in one group for some mass brainwashing," Duo remarked, curling his lip at such underhanded tactics. Then he smiled sinisterly. "Our contact is a chick, ne?"
"Apparently."
As his back was turned to the braided boy, Heero did not see the devious grin. However, his unease rose when he heard the wicked chuckle.
"Guess what, Heero, my friend. I know how you're going to pay off this enormous debt you owe me."
Heero repressed a shudder. He had a bad feeling.
Chapter 1: I Feel Pretty
A looming, ominous feeling pervaded the safehouse the next morning. Duo was gone when Heero woke at dawn, which in itself was unnerving. Usually, he'd sleep till noon or so, if there wasn't a mission to attend to. And since the American had refused to give the slightest hint of what he was going to inflict upon Heero, the impending doom was that much more unbearable.
Heero packed up their belongings while he waited for him to return. Anything to keep his mind off what might be coming. He knew from experience that Duo was an evil genius when it came to pranks and revenge. When they'd roomed together in the past, and Heero had done something or other that had upset him, he had been down right vindictive. Heero had learned the hard way (via forged notes from his "parents" for surprise venereal disease checks by the school physician) that NO ONE can eat Duo's pop tarts. He wondered what the little sadist had up his sleeve this time.
* He better not be planning on setting me up with our contact. I already ~have~ a rich high-school chick stalking me. *
Heero sighed philosophically. Maybe it was karma. He ~did~ kill people a lot; maybe this was the universe's way of punishing him. It occurred to him briefly that he could just refuse to honor the bet, since Duo had not honored ~his~ on that first hand. He really, really wanted to do so as well. But a prideful part of him would not let him back down. If nothing else, he would be a man of his word.
"I'm hooooo~ooome!" came an energetic shout from the kitchen as Duo entered. He sauntered into the living room, where Heero was putting his laptop away. The long-haired pilot was loaded down with bags from various department stores.
"Where were you all morning?" Heero asked, resigning himself to fate.
"I went shopping for our new mission. Duh," Duo said with a grin. He dropped all the bags at once. "These are for you."
Heero stood and eyed them dubiously for a moment. "All of them?"
"Well, except for my school uniform, yeah. Aren't you going to look and see what they are?" Duo asked maliciously. "I spent nearly all the money I have on them."
Heero glared at him. He marched stiffly forward and picked up the nearest bag. He reached inside, his hand closing on something... soft. And fuzzy. Hoping it wasn't roadkill or something equally gruesome, he pulled it out. And then blinked at it. It was... pink. Soft baby pink. And fuzzy. He shook it out. It was a girl's sweater. After a moment's puzzlement, he found himself wishing for roadkill. He swallowed hard and looked at Duo as understanding dawned. Duo beamed evilly at him.
"You don't mean - "
"I do."
"But- anou... The mission. Dr. J said not to arouse suspicion -"
"You'll just have to be careful then. And who knows, it might come in handy. If our contact is a chick, then you could become her close personal friend," Duo said knowingly. "Thus making it possible for her to talk to you in private without lots of speculation. And that would be within mission parameters."
"....I don't look like a girl."
"Sure you do!"
Heero glared his deadliest.
"I don't sound like a girl."
"You can talk in a falsetto."
" I don't act like a girl."
"Bet there's plenty of tomboys at this university thing."
"I'm ~not~ wearing this," Heero gestured with the hand holding the pink sweater.
"Are you backing out on the bet, Heero?"
"..."
"You ~are~ a man of your word, aren't you?" Duo nettled, as if he knew what Heero had been thinking moments before.
"...."
"I'll get all our stuff into the jeep while you get ready," Duo said, going to the stack of supplies and picking up a box. He paused at the doorway to the kitchen. "Oh, by the way, there are some razors in that bag."
"I don't shave."
"You will. Some of those skirts are pretty short." Duo flounced out whistling gleefully, leaving Heero fuming and cursing under his breath.
Half an hour later, Duo sat waiting outside the single bedroom of the small house, supremely smug. This was his best idea ~ever.~ Sweet revenge. ~No one~ ate his pop tarts, and Heero had taken a whole packet. This was only fair, two pranks for two tasty pastries. And this would be a masterpiece. He'd give up pranks for good afterward; he'd never be able to top this.
"Hey Heero! Hurry up! We ~do~ have to get going today, you know," he said loudly. He was gloating. He knew it, and he was enjoying it!
The door creaked open a crack and a wiry tan arm snaked around it, brandishing something very pink and very frilly.
"What the hell is ~this?~"Heero demanded, his voice muffled through the door.
Duo grinned.
"They're called panties. You wear them under your skirt," he explained.
"These aren't panties," Heero replied. "They're too... too... um..."
"Lacey and frilly?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I had to find something suitably modest. I mean, in case of a sudden wind. We wouldn't want you endangering the mission with tighty whities, would we? Even normal panties would look a bit suspicious, considering. But the frills will hide just about anything."
There was a pause as Heero absorbed this. The hand and the panties went back behind the door.
"You've thought this out way too much, Duo."
"Hey, ~you're~ the one that's always so thorough. How's it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?"
The Japanese boy's only response was to slam the door. Duo smothered victorious maniacal laughter. After another ten minutes passed, Duo got impatient.
"Heero, seriously. We have to get going."
"Hn."
"If you won't come out, I'll come in."
"You come in and I'll kill you."
"Oh you always say that,"Duo said, and pushed the door open. Then stopped dead in his tracks.
The outside observer might've have thought that it was because there was a gun digging into his throat. But, while that in itself was a strong deterrent, that was not why he stopped. In front of him stood Heero. He was wearing a royal blue pleated skirt that came just past his knees, practical black loafers with neatly folded pale yellow socks. A matching pale yellow blouse was covered with a short royal blue uniform jacket. The Romafeller seal was embroidered in yellow thread on the left lapel of the jacket. Duo could tell Heero had put on the padded bra and falsies, and had to bit his lower lip. Heero was glaring his deadliest above it all, and withdrew the gun to cross his arms over his fake breasts.
"Don't stare. It's rude," he snapped.
At that, Duo couldn't help himself. He collapse on the floor, laughing until tears streamed out his eyes. He couldn't seem to stop. Several times he had almost calmed down enough to get up, but then he'd see Heero glowering down at him and it would just start all over. Finally, he was able to stop and catch his breath.
"Oh God. My stomach hurts," he said, sitting up.
"Hn."
Duo cocked his head at him and looked closely at Heero's face. Heero was ~blushing!~ That nearly set him off again, but he clamped down on the laughter. There was work to be done.
"You may look like a girl from the neck down, but you're face and hair are just too... Heero-ish. Where are the bags?" he asked, getting up. Heero gestured with the gun, and Duo got the bag he was looking for.
"What's that?"
"Make-up and hair thingies," Duo explained.
Heero stared at him as if he had two heads. Then he sighed, shoulders drooping an almost invisible fraction of an inch.
"Well, I've already gone ~this~ far," he muttered, emphasizing "this" by grabbing his falsies. Duo giggled a bit at that before he made Heero sit with his back to the mirror.
"You don't get to look until I'm done," he told him.
He had only a vague idea of how to apply make-up, but he supposed that it was probably more than Heero knew about it. And for his part, Heero was not twitching or making it any more difficult than it had to be. A resigned, long-suffering expression seemed glued to his face. Duo could almost pout at how well he seemed to be taking all of this. A masterpiece of torture like this was almost wasted entirely on the stone-faced pilot. But Duo knew that it was bothering Heero, even if the other boy was trying to play it cool. He smiled self-satisfiedly as he put the finishing touches of blush on Heero's cheeks.
Heero grunted and began to turn to look in the mirror, but Duo pulled him back.
"Ah-ah-ah!"He waggled a finger at him. "Still got to do your hair."
The other boy gave him a withering look, and Duo grinned back, grabbing a handful of hair clips and a bottle of gel. He squirted a moderate amount into his hands and began applying it to Heero's hair, which was surprisingly soft.
"Okay, we need to get our stories straight. You and I went to the same school and led a protest against Romafeller there. That's how we got expelled and sent to this university thing,"he said, as he stuck gold butterflies in Heero's hair. "And we're going to have to blend in here. No death threats to people who invite you places. We're probably going to have to circulate the social scene to find the informant. Once we do, you get the information while ~I~ make a distraction for the OZzies to follow. As soon as they're off our scent, we'll leave."
"I thought ~I~ was going to be the tactician," Heero grumbled. "Are you done?"
"~You~ were too busy shaving your legs. And yes, I am. Can you find a flaw in my plan?"
Heero turned and peered into the mirror, surprised at what he saw. Instead of a toughened, battle-ready pilot was a pretty teenaged girl with charmingly tussled short hair, held in place by butterfly clips that went well with the yellow of the blouse and Romafeller seal. The royal blue jacket brought out startling blue eyes, lined with full blue-black lashes.
I look soooooo stupid, Heero thought.
"Aside from the unnecessary cross-dressing?"
"Of course."
"Then no, not really. But this," he said, gesturing to himself, "is a stupid risk."
"Your objection has been noted. Remember, talk like a girl, walk like a girl, and for God's sake sit with your legs closed."
TO BE CONTINUED
^______________^ I'm so eeeeeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiiillllll. It's great. ^___~
Eros: I was thinking more along the lines of demented.
Quiet you. I'm basking in the glow of my eeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiiiillllll. Meantime, make yourself useful. Beg for compliments or something.
Eros: REEEEEEEVIIIIIIEEEEWWW!
