A Lesson to be Learned
By Wolf Girl

Disclaimer: I do not have any sort of ownership over the characters or the premise of Gundam Wing. I do not make any sort of profit off of this story. Shakespeare forgive me, for I have sinned. I also do not own the song "Crazy" which is sung by Gnarls Barkley.
Warnings: Post-cannon, Yaoi, minor Relena bastardization, slightly OOC Heero (per the series, but not per what I think he would be like after the war).
AN Warning: Unfortunately, my grammar and punctuation usage is a weird mix of American and British styles... Enough said. The changes I will have the director make to Romeo and Juliet are not sane--cough advised.
Pairings: 1+2, 1x2x1, 3x4
Italics thought (unless obviously otherwise).

Author's notes: I hope everyone likes this. It rushed on out right after I finished the last chapter.

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EIGHT

"O God, I have an ill-divining soul!" (Juliet- 3.5)

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Duo played with a pocket knife, stabbing it into the arm of the chair he was sitting in. He refused to go sit with the others, near him. It didn't matter that Heero was right, about everything.

The assistant director was eyeing him nervously, as though he might suddenly leap up and start waving the knife around. Duo made a show of folding the knife up and putting it back in his pocket. Quatre kept glancing at him with a frown on his face as he kept up a conversation with Trowa and Wufei. Duo wrenched his gaze away from the sight of Heero slumped in his chair.

"Tonight will be our first dress rehearsal," the director was saying. "There won't be an audience, except maybe the principal or a few parents. This is a chance for everyone to get used to scene changes and handling props while in their costumes. For some people," his gaze lingered on Duo. "It is a chance to get used to the costumes."

Duo blushed. His costume fitting had not gone well. "Not my fault they wanted to make me look like Barbie," he said under his breath. Relena glared at him.

"Just because you have to wear pink, doesn't mean you look like a Barbie," she sniffed, adjusting her pink skirt. "It looked nice on you anyway."

"I meant the bra they were stuffing under my shirt," Duo snapped back, then realized the director had stopped talking and was looking directly at him with one eyebrow raised.

"I thought you said I wouldn't have to wear one," Duo challenged.

"Things change. Let's get started."

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"I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new babtized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo." Heero clung to the vine covered terrace, lifting himself up another step to be closer to the balcony.

"What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stublest on my counsel?" Duo peered down at Heero as though the lighting was dim.

"By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would—" Heero stopped mid-line. The director looked at him curiously, then gestured for them to stop.

"Duo, the costumer wants to see you once you get your costume on. Something about a problem with the shorts." The director was still keeping an eye on Heero. Something seemed off this week with his lead actors.

Duo glanced at Heero coolly before he headed backstage and grabbed the hanger with his name and costume on it. He quickly changed into the costume, leaving off the ridiculous stuffed bra, but putting on the shorts and blouse. He didn't care at all who told him so, the undergarment was not going on his body.

Duo blushed bright pink as the costumer handed him a razor and a can of shaving cream, and told him he would need to shave his legs. Duo walked over to the stairs and propped a leg up. He used the can and smeared the shaving cream on his legs, still flushed and uncomfortable. Wufei was snickering at him from a corner.

Heero felt like fainting when he walked behind the curtains to find Duo shaving his propped up leg with his ass wiggling in the air, encased in pink hot pants. Fate was not making things any easier for Heero.

"I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind," Duo sang softly. "Gotta love good oldies songs. Ugh, I can't believe he picked this kind of costuming—" Duo froze mid-sentence when he saw Heero standing looking at him. Heero blushed and ducked his head. Duo gave him a once-over and licked his lips. "See something you like?" He continued shaving his legs, pushing up the already skimpy shorts.

Heero decided that he definitely wanted to pass out right about then as all the blood that had been in his head rushed down further south. Duo finished his left leg and set it back down on the floor, finishing by wiping the razor with the wet rag he had been using.

"I wanted to apologize about that. What I said was totally out of line, and it won't happen again. I will act like a professional around you at all times." Heero stood with his posture stiffly erect.

Duo assessed him thoroughly, but couldn't find an excuse to refuse his apology. "Apology accepted. But can't we go back to normal? I can't stand not being friends anymore." Duo asked, and was startled when Heero winced.

"I—I don't think I can pretend everything is okay just like that. I can't pretend it doesn't hurt when you say careless things." Heero forced out, and though it was obviously difficult for him to do, he turned and walked away.

Quatre got up from where he had been ensconced with Trowa in the corner, and hurried after Heero. Trowa got up and stretched languidly. He sauntered over to Duo, watching as he carefully shaved his other leg.

"You're pretty good at that," Trowa commented. Duo shrugged. "You're pretty good at saying stupid shit too." Again Duo shrugged. "You know exactly what I mean, Duo. Stop playing games. He doesn't know how to handle himself." Trowa put his hands in his back pockets and flexed his shoulder muscles. "It hurts us too."

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End Notes: Um, that was a bit short, but I'm still moving along, so look for the next chapter soon!
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