~Roadtrip pt. 2~
By FaerieFlit
12.06.00
{ Standard Disclaimers Apply }
Heero cursed and swerved around a car, still in the wrong lane. He had been irritable ever since the five of them had awoke on a cold stage with colossal hangovers. He couldn't believe that he, Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, had gotten plastered and let himself be caught up in the chain of events that took place the night before. His only consolation was the enormous wad of money in the waist of his spandex shorts.
"Ahh, Heero-kun, it's not that bad." Duo gave his partner a little smile. He wondered if Heero recalled what had happened last night. He probably hadn't... he had been drunk beyond salvation. But Duo had been sober.
Wufei sat with his arms crossed over his chest stiffly in the passenger seat. Waking up to a crowd of giggling waitresses as they prepared to serve breakfast in only his boxers was *very* humiliating. A *major* blow to his pride.
Heero growled when a car honked long and hard at him. He swerved to the side again, and ignored the cries as the three pilots in the baskseat rammed into one another, flying back and forth.
"Really, Heero, it's not that bad!" Duo cried out desperatly. "Think of all the money-" He yelped as Heero swung the little jeep sharply to the right once more.
Trowa rubbed his head, and patted a hysterical Quatre soothingly on the back. "Mycar mycar mycar!!!" Quatre sobbed in paranoia. His eyes were round as owl's. "YOUR DRIVING ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!!!" He wailed at Heero. He shook Heero's seat in front of him, which agitated Heero even more, so he swerved the car back and forth like a maniac.
Duo yelled at Wufei to do something, because he was in reach of the mad Heero. Wufei turned around to yell at Duo, and accidently pushed the release button for his seat. The seat unlatched and flew backward, landing on Duo, who yelped and cried out frantically. "Waaahhh!" He wailed.
Wufei stood up in the now empty space, and hit his head n the ceiling. He cursed and rolled back the sunroof, sticking his head out. He pulled himself up, his dangling foot hitting Trowa in the temple as the Chinese swung himself up through the hole, knocking the emerald-eyed youth out cold.
"TROWA!" Quatre screamed. Buckets of tears poured down his face. "HELP! HELP!" He cried. "TROWA'S DEAD! _AND_YOUR_STILL_DRIVING_ON_THE_WRONG_SIDE_OF_THE_ROAD!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs before fainting.
Duo managed to shove the chair off of himself, and leaped for Heero, who was driving like mad, if you could call pressing the gas pedal into the floor and turning the wheel right and left in jerky motions driving. He caught one of Heero's wrists, but when the car jerked sideways again, his braid whipped over his shoulder, and wrapped around the unconcious Trowa's neck, pulling him backwards.
"Heero, I- Eeecckkk!" He cried as the braid jerked him backwards. Quatre looked up from his sobbing in time to see the braid snugly wrapped around the tall pilot's graceful neck.
"D- D- Duo... you... you KILLED TROWA!!!" Quatre's face twisted up and he jumped foward, pummling the American with his small fists.
And all this time, as Wufei frantically gripped the roof of the car, belly down, Quatre beat hysterically on Duo, whose braid was choking the now-conscious Trowa, Heero was still swerving the car from side to side madly.
Finally, the sound of a siren wailed over the noise and clamor in the jeep.
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"So, you boys are on a roadtrip, and everything was going fine, until you started swerving the car, you knocked out you, you beat up on you, you climbed up onto the roof, and you went stark raving mad?" the officer's eyes ended on a cobalt-eyed teenager, and stayed there.
"Correct." Heero said, and twitched violently.
The officer sighed and shook his head sadly. "You might have driving liscences, but I still have to write you up." He tore off the ticket, and handed it to Trowa, who was wheezing, but in other words fine.
Wufei watched the exchange, and felt his fro gingerly. Yes, his fro. He had crawled up onto the roof to get away from his crazy companions, and with Heero driving like a friggin' nutcase, he ended up lying down on his stomach and gripping the racks just above the window for fear of being thrown off. The wind as they sped down the highway burning rubber had whipped his hair out of the neat ponytail it was always in, and tangled it up until it looked like one big poofball. He groaned in self-pity.
Quatre accepted yet another tissue from the officer, and dried his puffy, red eyes for the twentieth time. He blew his nose, and looked up at Trowa lovingly.
Duo squinted and strained, but still coudn't see what was going on out of his two swollen, black eyes.
Heero twitched again, watching Duo as the American leaned wearily on his shoulder for support. The officer had pulled them over, and after getting the low-down of things, had summed it all up and concluded alot of things, such as the fact that Heero had had a nervous breakdown. Heero twitched violently again, and tried to make his way back to the car, but staggered, and fell, Duo falling with him as his support crumbled.
Wufei climbed into the driver's seat, being the only one well enough or sane enough to drive; the Roadtrip continued.
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"This place is good." Quatre smiled and looked out the window. "We can park here and crash in this hotel."
Trowa nodded and pulled the jeep into the parking lot. It had been two days since the little 'incident' and everyone was itching to get out of the car, and move about.
Duo spotted a pool as the jeep manuvered into the slot. "POOL!" He cried. He stuck his legs out of the window, and hopped down. He was about to make a run for the shimmering waters, but his braid was caught and pulled taught by an unrelenting hand. Heero Yuy's.
"Not yet, Duo." The stoic young man barked. Duo whimpered, tugging on his braid with eyes as round and wet as saucers.
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Quatre finished paying the clerk and slung his backpack over his shoulder. Theyhad three rooms; Wufei wanted to room alone and wouldn't share a room, so after a lot of stubborness, he finally got a room to himself, whilst Quatre and Trowa, and Duo and Heero, shared rooms.
Heero dragged Duo into their room, and made Duo dump his bag and get his swimsuit before letting the American go.
Duo rushed out the door, swimsuit in hand, and Heero watched him go. Then, the cobalt-eyed young man dug into his bag and pulled out his own swimsuit. He slipped off his clothes and pulled his swimsuit on, then opened the door and walked down to the pool.
Quatre was touring the plush hotel/ski lodge, and started as someone placed a hand on his shoulder.
The Arabian turned sharply around, then relaxed. "Oh, Trowa, you scared me there!" He laughed and took Trowa's hand, and the two shared a secret smile. "I know... why don't we go swimming with Duo and Heero?"
The toffee-haired youth nodded his consent, and both young men left to retrieve their swimsuits.
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Duo bounced testily on the diving board, then took into the air, and came down in a perfect dive. Heero watched him from the side, fists closed and face impassive.
"Come on in, Heero!" Duo called. The two boys had the heated, indoor pool all to themselves.
Quatre and trowa entered the steamy room from the opposite door, and shut it behind them.
"Quatre! Trowa! Come swim!" Duo called.
"No thanks, Duo." Quatre smiled, and he and Trowa eased themselves into the whirlpool.
Heero watched Duo swim laps in the pool, then he sat down ridgidly on the edge. Duo surfaced in front of him, and splashed the young man, laughing.
"Duo..." Heero began, uneasy. But Duo's playful smile tugged at his heart, and he allowed the American to drag him into the pool.
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The four Gundam Pilots walked dripping into the locker room, and grabbed a towel each, drying off after a quick shower to cleanse their bodies of chlorine. "That was fun!" Duo sighed as he sat down on the bench, undoing his braid and toweling dry the silken strands.
Heero watched the wet hair sway across his back, and cling to his skin. "Hey, Heero?" The American asked.
"Yes?" Heero responded, snapping back to attention.
"Will you braid my hair real quick, please?" Duo had his back to the cobalt-eyed youth, and was trying to fold his towel as he shook out his shorts and top for a quick change.
"Uhh..." Heero looked hesitantly at the long, chestnut-colored locks before him. He could hear Quatre and Trowa laughing and talking on the otherside of the room as they finished showering and changed. He looked at the bent back of the boy in front of him, and closed his eyes.
"Sure, Duo." Duo thanked him and dug around in his bag for a pair of sneakers. Heero picked up the long strands and seperated them into three parts. A few starnds clung desperatly to Duo's skin, still wet, and he lifted them off carefully, adding them to the bunch gathered in his right hand.
Duo shivered as Heero's calloused fingers ran up his spine, gathering strands of hair, brushing lightly over his damp, tanned skin. The youth behind him seperated his hair into three thick parts, then paused.
Duo carefully began to sort through his bag, putting his wet swimtrunks in and withdrawing his change of clothes. The towel wrapped around his middle from the shower was still damp. The hands holding his hair were still.
Duo listened for a minute, confused. "Heero?" He asked.
"Uhh... yeah?"
"Do you... know *how* to braid?"
Heero shook his head. Duo laughed and turned around. He took the wet sections in his own hands, and held them where Heero could see, and cocked his head to the side so that he could talk to the youth.
"You pull this one over this one, then pull that one under... next, push this one between this one and wrap it around. Then, do it all over again."
Heero looked confused. Duo laughed and let the small braided section fall. His arms already hurt from holding it up too long. He took Heero's hands, and directed them to the braid.
Heero watched Duo's slim hands take his large, rough ones, and motion to the hair. Duo braided the hair by directing Heero's hands, and soon heero had it downpat.
"But then, you wouldn't care. It's not as if you'll be braiding my hair for me again!" Duo laughed and stood, reaching down to unwrap his towel.
Heero watched the braid bounce down the American's back, and he shook his head violently. Something in him snapped; he reached out and caught Duo's hand.
"Huh...?" Duo turned around, eyes wide and questioning.
"Don't say that." Heero whispered. Neither of them heard the door to the locker room shut as Quatre and Trowa left.
"Don't say... what?" Duo asked, puzzled.
"That I... don't care." Heero murmured.
Duo's eyes grew wide, then soft, as he smiled. "Heero... if you care, then I won't say that."
Something in Heero's eyes flashed, and suddenly the image of Duo crying out in a tangle of lace and chestnut locks, half-naked body glistening with sweat, beneath him, surfaced in a deep hollow of his mind.
Duo leaned forward, and took Heero's mouth with his. Heero tensed, then relaxed beneath the youth's gentle touch, as he wrapped his arms around him.
After a minute or so, Duo came up for breath, then let his head fall down into the hollow of Heero's shoulder, long chestnut bangs brushing across the youth's bare chest.
Duo lifted his face, streaked with tears, to Heero's. "Why? Why am I doing this? This is not for love. You say you care, but this is just for lust. Just for lust." Heero took Duo's face in his hands. The American's eyes squeezed shut, and Heero brushed a slim hand across the boy's cheek.
"Duo. I care. I *care*." Heero shifted his body, and sat down on the bench, ignoring the towel as it slipped farther down. He pulled Duo down next to him. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this, but he had come to realize that his hard exterior was sometimes just not meant to be. Duo needed him. Needed his words. Now was not the time to be cold and aloof.
Duo shuddered as Heero pulled him into his embrace, and he looked up, tears dropping from his red cheeks, into the dark-haired young man's eyes.
"Heero... this is not... just for... lust...?" Duo squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears escaping momentarily. He opened them, and turned his deep indigo gaze back upon the other. "You aren't just using me... for release?"
Heero buried his face into Duo's braid. "No..." He murmured. "I- care... I..."
"Heero?" Duo looked up. "Do you love me... like I do you?" Heero jerked back. Duo sighed and began to stand.
"Uhh- no!" Heero pulled Duo back down. "I... Do."
"You... do?!" Duo cried, wiping his tears away.
"I do."
(Author's Note: Hmm... obvious pun intended^_^)
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Heero and Duo walked slowly back to their shared room, holding hands, and ignoring looks from curious passerbys.
Once in their room, Heero locked the door, and sat down on the bed. "Duo... I have to ask you something."
Duo smiled and sat down beside him. "Yes?"
Heero took a deep breath. "A little bit ago, in the locker room... I saw an image of you... in my mind... it was blurry, hazy, like I had been dreaming... but I saw you... you were..." He trailed off, now formally flustered.
Duo grinned. "You were drunk, Yuy."
Heero's head snapped up.
Duo thumped him on the back. "I thought you'd remember sooner or later. See, that night, at the nightclub, on stage... we, well, you know."
Heero's eyebrow twitched.
"You see, you got really drunk, then came up on stage, and we both were really high, I guess... we screwed wild, Yuy."
Heero looked like he was about to faint. "You mean..." He began, "I'm not a virgin?"
"Damn! I never thought that Dr. J told you about the birds and bees!" Duo crowed. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not either. We both lost it, at the same time, to each other." Duo sighed. "You see... I thought you knew about this, even though you were drunk when it happened... I thought that you were just using me... I would never had guessed, not on my life, that you were still a virgin before that!" Duo shook his head. "But you know, I was all too aware of my loss, what with my ass being so sore, but you... didn't feel a thing, I'm sure..." Duo began to laugh.
Heero blinked, then looked down in amazement. "So that is what happened..."
"Yeah... I was the first to wake... I got dressed before you woke- I wasn't drunk, and neither was Quatre... I'm not sure what happened between those two. As for Wufei... he was on the edge of the stage, curled up with a microphone, in his boxers- all of the barmaids were going nuts over him!"
Duo finished speaking, and the room fell into a comfortable silence. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Heero looked over at him, his cobalt-blue eyes swimming with emotion... Duo's jaw nearly unhinged completely- his co-pilots eyes were brimming with feeling, love... and the normal empty coldness was gone.
Duo smiled softly, and reached out a hand to stroke Heero's face. He sensed Heero's sudden helplessness... he knew nothing about love, really- just enough to be able to tell Duo what he felt... that was enough for Duo.
The American slowly cupped Heero's flushed face in his hand, and bent his lips to the other's. Heero gave Duo entrance, and melted into his offered embrace.
It was growing dusk, and the window was dark. The pitter-patter of rain suddenly came upon the hotel's roof, and lightning flashed somewhere far off in the distance.
Duo knew that a storm was brewing, and his skin tingled with the cold in the room. When they had first began their roadtrip, it was late summer. And now, Attumn was settling over them like the cold draft from under the door to the two boy's room.
Heero inhaled the flowered scent of Duo's long chestnut locks, and pulled a hand up, running his fingers through the American's hair, as Duo showered his neck with small kisses.
Duo tugged his red T-shirt off over his head, and let it fall onto the bed beside him. He moved from Heero's neck down his bare, muscled chest, already bared from after the shower, when he didn't bother to put another on.
Heero inhaled deeply, and arched his back a bit as Duo captured one of his nipples in his mouth. He arched, panting in oblivion, into Duo's soft kisses and ministrations. His head swirled with half-thoughts and great swirls, great waves of pleasure.
Duo slid off of him to pull off his shorts, and wiped the droplets of sweat from his forehead. His boxers came off as well, and these two garments found themselves on the other side of the room, as Duo helped Heero with his.
The American slid back on top of the Japenese youth, both bare, skin against skin. Heero cracked open an eye, and watched his partner straddle him, then bend his head, long brown bangs brushing across his taut stomach.
"Heero... this is okay, isn't it?" Duo asked, still facedown.
Heero nodded. He felt intoxicated. Even if he didn't want to do it, he wouldn't have been able to say no. Duo's small, firm bottom rested lightly on his thighs, and his chest lay against the other's, and his skin was slick with sweat, glistening in the occasional flash of lightning as the storm grew closer.
At Heero's nod, Duo relaxed and let his body come down to rest on top of the other's. He licked the drops of sweat off of the young man's tanned, flushed skin, and breathed in bliss onto Heero's chest, eyes closed.
Heero took in halting breaths, and tried to keep from arching upward as a fierce, firey passion slowly pooled between his legs.
Duo felt Heero's arousal straining against him, and he reached up, placing a hand on Heero's dark face. Heero's eyes cracked open at the touch, and he looked down at Duo with lust swimming in his eyes. "Heero... you really love me?" Duo asked.
Heero tried to nod, but his body was flooded with the overwhelming desire that fed his straining member.
Duo slid downward on Heero's body, his own arousal leaving a wet, sticky trail in it's wake. He ignored his own body, and focused all of his attention on his new lover.
Heero's cock was hard and hot to the touch, like velvet, and Duo took it into his mouth, moving his body up and down slowly over the youth beneath him. Heero's fingers dug into the sheets, and he let out small, short gasping moans.
There was a knock on the door, and Quatre's voice asked, "Guys?"
No response from the two young men on the bed, wrapped up in their own little world of pleasure and pain.
"I guess they're still in the pool." Quatre smiled, turning to Trowa. "Would you like to go get some dinner? They have a pretty nice restaurant here." Trowa nodded, light dancing in his own visible emerald eye.
Duo released Heero and threw his head back, bangs flinging through the air, over his head, just as Heero arched his back and spilt his seed, which splattered all over his middle and Duo's chest and neck, face.
Duo clenched his fists in the sheets, and released, then collapsed onto Heero. Heero's hard breathing finally slowed, and he looked at the American sprawled across his torso.
Duo opened his amethyst eyes, and saw Heero watching. He propped himself up on his elbows, and gazed adoringly at his lover. "Was it good for you?"
Heero studied him, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to Duo's. When he broke it, Duo laughed. "Can I take that as a yes?" He flipped over, and curled up beside his partner, head rested in the crook of his shoulder and arm.
They lay like that for minutes, then Duo flipped back over, and rolled onto Heero again. "Man, Heero- I'm so tired! How 'bout we just hit the sack- wait, we already did that- Maybe we should just skip dinner and stuff and saw some logs."
Duo's face suddenly went blank, then he blushed; Heero's arousal was straining against his stomach. He looked up at Heero, a lop-sided grin splashed across his heart-shaped face. "Not *Again*, Heero?"
Heero blushed crimson.
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Quatre sipped his glass, then glanced at Trowa, who was examining his empty plate. Quatre smiled.
"Ne, Trowa... what do you want to do for the rest of the night?"
The tall, emerald-eyed youth looked up in surprise, then shrugged uncaringly.
Quatre couldn't help but smile nervously as he sipped from his glass. "Well... I don't have anything. We could just go back to our room."
Trowa watched him, then nodded, and curiosity winning him over, asked, "Might you have a surprise planned of some sort?"
Quatre blushed. "Okay, you figured me out... is my face that readable?"
"Yes."
Quatre almost laughed out loud. "Well... I had some games for us to play."
"Board games."
"How did you know?"
"I found them under the bed."
"Oh."
Trowa saw his disapointment, and leaned forward, taking his hand. "I have a better idea."
Quatre's eyes widened as big as saucers. "You... wha... huh...?"
Trowa stood, left their room number for the waiter, then took Quatre's hand and led him up the stairs to their room.
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Wufei set down his blade, and the polishing cloth. It was completely dark outsdie now, and growing more chilly by the day. A big storm now raged and blew outside, when earlier it had been miles away. He watched the rain drip from the top of the frame to the windowsill, and sighed. He didn't like to admit it, but he was lonely. For his clan, his dead wife... His people, dead...His Gundam, back at the base... The other pilots... in the privacy of their rooms. Only the dripping of the rain...
A sudden whoosh of air filled the room, sweeping overhim like the icy fingers of death. He looked around, a gasp on his lips, and saw, hovering in the middle of the room, a white, misty figure, shrouded in tendrils of smoke...
"Meiran..." He pulled back, frightened, breath catching in his throat and heart stopping.
The misty image focused into a shape, the shape of a teenaged girl with straight black hair pulled into bouncy pigtails on the sides of her head. Her eyes were large and bright, and she smiled tenderly at the young man.
"Wufei!" She cried, and the cloud she floated on dissolved, letting her fall to her feet. She ran forward, and reached out to hug Wufei, but he tripped backward, and let out a frightened yalp as her fingers ran through the air just in front of his face.
Wufei groaned and propped himself up on his elbows, and cracked open his eyes, rubbing the back of his head, where it had banged against the floor as he had stumbled and fell back.
He caught sight of the ghostly girl, and yelped again, scrambling backwards like a crab, and coming up short against the wall. "M- M- Meiran?" He stammered.
"It's me, Wufei!" She cried. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Wufei froze. Her slim arms were cold, frozen, it seemed, to him. She pressed her icy cheek to his, eyes squeezed tightly shut, a great big smile gracing her pale features. She felt fragile and delicate, like glass as thin as paper. Wufei cold make out faint colors on her form, like pastels. She was still as beautiful as he remebered, and she had obviously grown, even in death, as she was still the same age as he.
She released him, and held his burning face back, gazing into it.
Wufei's fears seemed to slowly dissipate, and he found himself looking right back.
Suddenly, Meiran giggled, and leaned forward, kissing Wufei, who jerked upward three feet in a perfect vertical line, then came down with a plop!
"Ano, Wufei... I came back to visit you!"
Wufei's cheeks flushed a slight rosy red.
"You- you did- Nataku?" he asked, calling her by her childhood name.
"I came to see how you were doing. As I watch you from in heaven, I finally understand why we were switched as babies. You were always destined to be the great leader that you were born to be, and I understand now why they switched us... it was so that you would not be in danger of ever being killed!" She laughed. "Those terrorists that killed me thought I was the great leader... but they were wrong, were'nt they! *You* were the real leader, and you lived on to lead or people... I am just happy that mylife was taken for a majestic purpose... to pave the way for you, koi."
Wufei felt the tears come to his eyes, even though he did not wish them to. "Nataku... but why? You were... my wife! You should not have died. You did not deserve it."
Meiran sighed, closed her eyes and shook her head, then ran a hand down the Chinese boy's face. "Will you not learn, koi?" A tear rolled down her misty cheek. "It was, is, and always will be meant to be this way." She kissed Wufei again, the tear fading away.
Wufei dared not move, just let his own tears flow as the cold lips against his began to fade.
He looked up. His dead wife was slowly fading into the chilled air of the room, back from where she had come.
"Ah, Wufei, my beloved." She said cheerily. "Do not be sad. Not not cry. It is weak, remember." She winked, and laughed. The young man felt the tears dissolve from his eyes.
Meiran smiled as she continued to fade. "Move on, my koi. I will always keep you in my heart, but even though you deny it, I know the things you long for." She smiled, and her rapidly fading image looked momentarily like the Cheshire Cat. "Do not grieve anymore, koi. Live your life, forget the past, look to the future..." Her image was gone now, and a gust of cold, icy air hovered in the room, then headed for the door, and began to seep under it. Before it was gone, he heard faintly her last words. "Koi... do not grieve... the future... holds life, love... holds your heart... I will be watching..." Then the mist was gone, and he was left alone.
Wufei curled up on the bed, and drifted to sleep, a smile on his face.
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The last day of the Roadtrip. Four of the five Gundam Pilots were gathered in Trowa and Quatre's room, and Quatre had the limelight. "So, guys, doyou want to eat breakfast here, or would you like me to make breakfast before we leave?"
Trowa looked at him adoringly, and said, "I would like you to make it, please." he smiled a rare smile.
"Okay, then!" Quatre laughed. "Is that alright?" He asked the other two present.
"Sure, whatever." Duo said, slouching sleepily in his chair, apparently exhausted.
"Hn. No." Heero added.
"Uhh... alright, then." Quatre sctratched his head confusedly.
"I'll make it." Heero layed down. His tone of voice left no room for questioning or opposing.
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"These eggs are funny-tasting." Duo yawned and poked at the eggs with his fork. "And so are the noodles."
"Heero isn't the best cook in the world, ya know." Duo murmured, trying to stay awake. There was a growl from the adjoining kitchen, and Duo yelped as a fork hit him in the back of the head.
Duo rubbed his head darkly, then proceded to swipe cheeries off of Trowa's plate. Trowa, who was staring into the abyss as usual didn't notice.
Wufei wandered out into the room, a subtle smile curling on his lips. he sat down, and started to eat from the plate at the empty seat at the table, not noticing the three pairs of eyes fixed on him.
"Nataku." He murmured, and sighed between bites. The three pairs of eyes widened, and everyone leaned in closer. "Hmmph Mmmhm Natak~ummph." he hummed through his mouthfull of eggs.
"He's lost it." Quatre leaned back in his chair, nodding to himself.
"Hn." heero came out of the kitchen, holding a steaming plate of eggs and Japenese noodles, with cheeries to the side. "Anyone want more?" He asked stoicly.
Everyone looked around at everyone else. Heero set the plate down, and suddenly there were five empty seats, except for Duo, who reached for the cheeries.
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~Owari~
Yeah! I'm finally done with this fic! It sure took a long time... hope I didn't bore any of you. Sent comments, praise, even flames-(if you are against yaoi) to Jay_EVAgrl@yahoo.com . But, you know, if you were a yaoi hater, then you wouldn't be reading this fic to the end anyway! (sweatdrop) Well, I love to have comments and criticism, so please mail me... I want to know what you think!!!
Signed, ~FaerieFlit~