DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing
As we emerged from my room an hour before dawn I squealed and jumped back. I certainly hadn't expected the sight currently before me. There directly in my path was Duo freaking Maxwell standing just across the hall with his arms crossed over his chest and a deep crazy scowl on his face. I have seen Heero's glares several times in my life and had heard from many that there was nothing scarier. I can now tell them they are wrong. Duo Maxwell has the creepiest damn scowl I have ever been witness to. "Just what do you think you are doing?" Despite how creeped out I am I manage to keep my cool long enough to put on a mask of askance. "You should be trying to win Heero back not be bedding. . ." his voice trails off as his arms flail about wildy indicating Trowa, "him." Heebee Jeebees quickly dissipate as my anger takes control of the situation.
"I have never had Heero to win back, first of all. Second of all, Heero has been married for seven years now. Which I assume he is happy in since he has three children. I am happy with my current. . . arrangement." Damn, I shouldn't have paused. "Why would you want me to destroy his family? It seems as if this dream is more something you want to see because you can't live out your own 'happily ever after'." That was a low dig. He probably didn't think I knew about him. How at the end of the war he turned to alcohol. How he lost his business and his girl to some of his many drunken indiscretions. I probably wouldn't have known had I not been invited to her wedding two years ago and heard all the juicy details from a very drunk bridesmaid at the bar. I will probably regret saying anything once this anger withdraws but at the moment I am feeling pretty high and mighty.
He seems to be seething when he looks at a calm and collected Trowa. "You know she loves Heero, right? This is only going to end badly for you." He storms off down the hall and I suspect the argument from last night will make a reappearance. Once Trowa puts his hand on my shoulder and kisses my cheek I get the impression that he knows he doesn't need to worry. I let him leave and make my way back to the war room to await the coming storm.