Melara: So, this is the beginning to a fic that I've had a middle for for quite some time now…
Tsuru: Why do you do that anyway?
Melara: Huh? Do what?
Tsuru: Write the middle before you write the beginning?
Melara: It makes for a better plot. At the beginning of the story, I already know where I'm going with it, so I can just set things up and move on, with no awkward beating around the bush…
Tsuru: Then why do you talk before the story?
Melara: Mindless jabber is a fun way to torture the reader…
Tsuru: Will you just get the Legal stuff over with so I can laugh at this story?
Melara: it's Legal crap, Tsuru. Legal crap…
Legal crap: *humming a song to self* Mmmmm…. Huh? What? Ack! Don't sneak up on me like that!!! No! I don't own Gundam Wing, now go away!!! *goes back to humming* Mmmm… Ack! You're still here!!! Fine then. I don't own Gundam Wing, and I make no money from my damn writing habits. I have no money at all. There! Are you happy now!!!
Tsuru: o.O That was… odd…
Melara: Um… Let's move on, shall we?
Tsuru: Good idea. Wait. Have you finished your summer reading yet?
Melara: Uh… no… not really…
Tsuru: what happens if your dad catches you writing Fanfictions?
Melara: Then I die. It's as simple as that.
Tsuru: Right, let's do the warnings.
Warning: I would just like to make one thing clear. If you believe this story to be Yaoi, and like it like that, then good for you. Don't let me spoil your fun. But if you will turn down my fic, because it appears to be Yaoi, then will you at least read this first? I am not trying to make fools out of the characters. I am not trying to make some twisted freak out of any of them. It is possible for love to exist between two guys that are completely straight. When people share extreme experiences like the gundam pilots have, they grow a bond with each other which is very close to family. Because of this, a guy can love another guy as if they were brothers. Thank you for listening to my lame babble. And for those of you that didn't, I can't do anything about it because you weren't reading, now can I?
Tsuru: What in the world caused you to say that?
Melara: I was trying to figure out why non-lemon yaoi stories about the gundam pilots didn't bug me, but when I read one of Relena/Noin, (don't ask me how that combo got started, it just did) I thought it was sick. This was the lame excuse for an answer that I came up with.
Tsuru: O.o Riiight. Let's move on now.
Melara: um… Tsuru?
Tsuru: What!?!?
Melara: Uh… I don't have a title yet…
Tsuru: Then make one up!!!
Melara: Oh, alright… How about 'Damn stubborn pilots'
Tsuru: No curse words.
Melara: Um… then, how about…
Tsuru: Just call it 'Duo is sick' That's what you saved it as.
Melara: But that's lame!
Tsuru: Would you nice people read this fic, and then come up with a new title and put it in your review?
Melara: It would make me very happy! ^____^
Tsuru: *slaps Melara* Just write the damn thing!
Chapter one
It was 2:00 in the morning, and Heero was just about to turn in, when a message popped up on his laptop. 'You have a new mission. Bring all of the pilots over tomorrow at 5:15 a.m. to receive the details.' Heero sighed. He hoped that he wasn't going to be the one to wake Duo up. That was always a dangerous job. Heero deleted the message and turned his laptop off, then climbed into bed.
Duo woke up with a start. Heero had just walked into his room, the creek of his footsteps had woken him up. Duo was surprised, because he was normally a very heavy sleeper. Duo grimaced and looked at the clock. It was 4:35, definitely too early to be awake.
"Come back in 3 hours, and I'll let you live." Heero's eyes hinted a smile, and slight annoyance, but only someone who was willing to pay attention to that would have noticed. Heero kept his emotions well hidden, most of the time.
"Get up, we have to pay a visit to the doctors."
"At 4:35 in the morning?"
"No, we have to be there at 5:15, but you need to be awake by then." Duo looked at Heero. He probably went to bed at 2:00 again, meaning that he only got 2 ½ hours of sleep. Even the perfect soldier needed more than that. Duo was in no place to complain, he had gone to bed at 7:15 last night. He hadn't been feeling well, but he figured it was just a cold.
"Alright. Now that you woke me up, I won't be able to get back to sleep anyway. But Quatre better have a good breakfast down there for me!" Heero turned around and walked off, silently laughing to himself about Duo's hopeless sleeping habits.
"Why are they making us do this so early? They're being more careful about this than usual," Quatre wondered as he cooked a few eggs. Trowa started to make coffee, then pulled out five mugs. "Did Wufei ever come back last night?"
"No." Heero said. Trowa stopped to put a mug away, then continued to make himself useful. Wufei had gone out the night before after Duo had gotten on his nerves. He said that he needed some fresh air, and stormed into the wooded area near the safe house. Though it was normal for him to walk out in the middle of the night, he was usually back the next morning.
"Do you think he might have something to do with the mission?" Duo walked down the steps, braiding the end of his long chestnut hair.
"Hn…" Heero had been thinking the same thing. What if he had been caught? What if their next mission was to kill him?
'Then you will kill him. You will follow the mission.'
'But he's one of us! A Gundam pilot! My friend…' Heero had found the root of his problem. He had let himself get too close to someone. It would interfere with future missions. He couldn't let his emotions get in the way of the mission, even if it meant killing his friend.
"Okay, breakfast is served." Quatre dished out scrambled eggs to everyone at the table, giving everyone more than usual because he had cooked one for Wufei.
"Good! I'm starving!" Duo had a slight headache, and was feeling a little dizzy, but he still had to laugh and joke, so no one would think that something was wrong. Duo picked up a fork and took three bites, then stopped. He had barely eaten anything, but he felt full.
'Must be this stupid cold. I'll eat the rest later, when I'm feeling better.'
"Duo?" Heero asked in his monotone voice. Duo had been staring off into space, and didn't realize that the other pilots had already finished their eggs. "If we don't leave soon, we'll be late." Duo shoved another fork full in his mouth, and forced himself to swallow it. He began to feel sick to his stomach, so he didn't try to eat more.
"Are you alright?" Quatre asked, looking at Duo's full plate.
"I'm fine. I'll eat the rest when I can enjoy it." He shot a supposedly angry look at Heero, trying to make him laugh. Heero just grabbed a jacket and walked out the door.
'Why do you even try? You know you can't make Heero smile, let alone laugh.'
Duo imagined what would happen if Heero made a joke. Duo would probably die from shock.~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Heero lay on his bed, dazed. The mission hadn't been about Wufei. No one had heard from him since the night before, but he would turn up somewhere, he always did. Relena had been abducted by an unknown group on one of the colonies. They had to find her, bring her back alive, and stomp out this group before it becomes too powerful.
'What are they doing to her? Is she alright?'
'They wouldn't kill her. They just want power so they can spread their ideas. Besides, why do you care? She's just a girl.'
'She is just a girl, but she's also the mission. She needs to be brought back alive.'
'That's what you say, but it's not what you think…' Heero's thoughts were cut off when he saw Duo stumble past his door.
"Duo?" Duo looked over at Heero with bloodshot eyes. He forced a smile from his tired face.
"I'm just going to take a nap. If I'm not up in two hours, wake me up. Okay?" Heero nodded, and Duo continued to his room. Heero looked at the clock, it was 11:56, almost time for lunch. He stood up and walked into Duo's room, the door was wide open.
"Duo, have you had lunch…" Heero stopped when he saw Duo lying on his bed, face buried in the pillows, and feet hanging off the side of the bed. Heero sighed as he flipped the sleeping shinigami onto his back, and putting his feet on the bed.
'He's going to get back problems if he keeps sleeping like that.'
'But why do you care? Why does it matter so much to you that you'd go out of your way to fix it?'
'If he's complaining about the pains in his back, he'll become distracted from the mission.'
'Yes. But why do you care?'
'He'll endanger the mission'
'There's more to it than that…' Heero felt a warm breeze on his hand, and snapped himself out of his thoughts. He realized that he had sat down on the edge of Duo's bed. The warm breeze was Duo's breath on his hand. Heero got to his feet and left the room, hoping to get some information off his laptop as to where Relena was.
To be Continued…
Mel: ^___^ So, how was it? Do I have a good plot going? Or is it too early to tell?
Tsuru: I think that you should save this before your dad comes in.
Melara's evil father: What are you doing?
Mel: Uh, I was just brainstorming! But I'm done now, so I'm just going to save it and get something to eat…
Melara's evil father: Let me see… *looks at screen just long enough to see the word 'shinigami'* you were writing fanfictions again!
Mel: No! I was just looking at it!!! I had said something before that gave me an idea for my summer reading, so I went back to look for it!
Melara's evil father: *stares at Melara* alright. Save what you have and get your snack. Then I want you to go to bed. *leaves the room*
Tsuru: Nice cover up.
Melara: Do you think he bought it?
Tsuru: Not a chance.
Melara: Damn.
Tsuru: will you end it now?
Melara: *gets zero-y look* Yes… end it all…
Tsuru: I meant the fic.
Melara: *stares at Tsuru's precious sword* End it all…
Tsuru: If you touch my sword, I'll make sure that you're still alive when I slice you up and feed you to my dogs.
Melara: *stares at keyboard*
Tsuru: Will you all please review so she won't get any more ideas?
Melara: ^___^ Reviews!!! Yayness!!!!
Tsuru: Well that didn't last long, did it?
Melara: Oh! Flames! Yay! Bring out the marshmallows!!!
Tsuru: o.O