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Chapter 1: Weddings
There is silence in the room broken only by the gentle sound of brush against canvas when suddenly… "DUO!" Duo accidentally threw his paint brush in surprise. "Hilde, what did I tell you about shouting whenever I'm painting???" Duo reprimanded in a fake agonized voice. "I just can't help it! You were painting and there was silence in the room. It was such a great opportunity and I would've surprised you even if I hadn't shouted because I can hardly contain my giggles since your tongue is sneaking out of your mouth, as if THAT will help you concentrate!" Hilde explained between giggles. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Duo turned back to his painting. "What are you painting anyways?" Hilde propped her head on Duo's left shoulder. "It's a scene I saw in my dreams. A wedding of someone. I don't recall the bride, actually. The only thing I remember about her- er… him is that sh- he is a guy and has a twisted sense of humor and the husband, Heero Yuy, is a gorgeous brunette with beautiful cobalt blue eyes." "Ooohhh… spooky. Maybe the dream came to you because you're both gay!" Duo slapped Hilde's arm playfully. "Ha, ha. Very funny." Hilde abandoned Duo's side and plopped down a black bean bag, comfortable from years of use. "So, what are you going to do with the husband-bride guy? Paint YOUR face on it?" "Hey, that's not a bad idea! Thanks, Hil!" Duo set out to work. "Hey, I'm just kidding about the face part. And don't use that nickname!" Duo shrugged, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a paint palette in the other. "It's not like anyone will notice and besides, I'm going to hang this in my bedroom so no one is going to see this." Duo explained, flashing 'Hil' a bright smile. "Whatever. It's your painting." Hilde squirmed on the bean bag to change into a more comfortable position. Duo turned to his paints and took out the colors needed to paint his face (which was really easy, considering how many self-portrait activities he did when he was just a child).
A little curve there and a few more white on this part. Duo thought as he painted himself instead of the naughty husband who chose to go in a bridal gown that the guy, Heero Yuy, knew. After a few minutes of silence, Duo finally laid down his palette and brush. "Woohoo!" He shouted in joy and turned with a smile for his best friend when suddenly, the world spun around him before going black.
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"DUO!" A voice shouted. Duo opened his eyes… to see a young man with cobalt blue eyes just like the ones in the painting. Heero Yuy, his mind recalled. "Wh- what?" Duo sat up. Some of the people that surrounded the pair sighed in relief. "Duo, what's wrong?" Heero asked, a hand supporting his back. "N- nothing. Just a bit shaken, that's all." "Duo, maybe we should postpone the wedding until tomorrow. You're obviously not well." Heero suggested, concern for his beloved clearly written all over his face. Wedding? What the… Duo noticed the bridal gown he's wearing then everything clicked. "Hee… ro?" Heero nodded. Duo's eyes widened and, for the second time that day, Duo fainted.
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Duo woke up when moon was already up. "Heero?" He asked without knowing why. "Yes, Duo?" Duo noticed that Heero was only a few centimeters away from him, sitting on the floor besides the futon Duo was sleeping in. "Where am I?" Heero looked at him in surprise. "What? Oh, Duo. You must be kidding me again. This is your room, remember?" My room? How could it be my room? I don't think that there's nothing black in here! "Oh." Duo surveyed the room again and found out that there IS nothing black in the room, except for a plain black suit hanging inside a wooden closet. The room was big, kinda like the rooms you find in an old-fashioned Japanese house, but smaller than HIS room in HIS suite in the big city, Seattle.
"Duo, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Heero's brows furrowed. "Oh, it's nothing. I'll be… fine." Duo forced a smile to show Heero he's okay. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Maybe I'll be back to my cheerful self after a good night's sleep." I'll be fine… hmph. I'll never be fine until I find a way to go back! "Are you sure? You don't need anything?" Heero's face showed relief… and doubt. "Yes, I'm sure. Now don't you need to go back to your room?" Heero gave up and nodded. Pressing a kiss on Duo's lips, Heero stood up and quietly left the room. Duo settled back unto the hard futon and surrendered to sleep but not before thinking, But God! That was an amazing kiss…
Heero was worried. Duo didn't usually act like that. Duo didn't faint easily, and he didn't faint TWICE in one day, unless under the influence of Laundanum. He doesn't even faint after 20 koppu 1, full of strong sake 2. He didn't even call Heero 'Hee-chan' since earlier that morning! I wonder what's wrong…
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Duo stretched. "What a nice day!" The door swung open. "DUO!" The blonde he saw yesterday rushed towards his side and fussed over him. "Duo, are you okay?" "I'm fine, I'm not THAT fragile." Duo held up his hands in exasperation. A deep laugh resounded from the door. There stood a tall man with the weirdest hairstyle. "Quatre, stop that. Duo's right, he's not fragile. He can take care of himself." "But Trowa…" The man with the weird hairstyle whom 'Quatre', the blonde, called 'Trowa' shook his head. Quatre pouted and sat still, arms folded across his chest. "Fine! Be that way! I was just caring about your welfare." "Ummm… Quatre… I- I appreciate the gesture but…" Quatre turned to look at him, eyes wide in surprise. "Now I'm sure your not well. The Duo I know can't be silent for even a minute, unless, of course, when he sleeps. So who are you?" Duo cleared his throat. "Umm… can I tell you, well, privately?" Duo glanced at Trowa pointedly. "I'll leave you two alone. I know when I'm not wanted." "It's not that, it's…" Trowa's eyes twinkled. "I know. Don't worry." Trowa walked out of the room and closed the sliding doors.
"Quatre, I hope I can trust you with this." Quatre nodded and opened his mouth to retort but Duo quickly interrupted. "I trust you because you remind me so much of my childhood friend, Hilde." Quatre's brows furrowed but nodded. "I… I'm Duo." Quatre opened his mouth again but Duo stopped him with his hand. "Let me speak. Ask any questions or say any comments you want after." Quatre nodded again. "I'm Duo Maxwell. I'm one of the famous artist during the year 2002 in America. I live in Seattle in a suite of the building besides Hilde's 4-storey house. I dreamt of Heero's wedding, you see. And I decided to paint it. I didn't remember the bride exactly. I was figuring out what to do about it when Hilde came to invite me over for lunch. She suggested that I paint myself in the bride's place. When I finished the painting, the world blackened around me and the next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground, my head cradled in Heero's lap and Heero's face is on top of me." Duo stopped for air. Quatre's eyes widened during the story and is now looking at him as if Duo has gone crazy. "Okay, let me get this straight. You say that you're Duo from the future and not our Duo. That you live in… whatever that city was and not in Tokyo." Duo nodded, slowly. "Okay. You've finally lost it. Wait here while I tell the others about this newest story you've just created." Quatre was about to stand when Duo grasped Quatre's hand. "Please. I beg you, don't tell them. Please!" Quatre looked at Duo's face, which was sporting it's most pitiful (and sincerest) puppy face, and sighed. "Fine. What do you wanted me to do then?" Duo looked down, guiltily, then…
"Help me find a way back home."
~~~つづく~~~
Japanese Dictionary:
Koppu- drinking glass
(o)sake- Japanese rice wine
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