Hello, hello, hello!!! I'm SO sorry it took so long to get this out. School has momentarily taken over my life. I have the game on Tuesday to worry about too, and taekwondo on Monday. So I'm gonna try to get a lot out this weekend. This week has been full of homework and karate, which is why I haven't gotten anything out. Sorry!!!
*Warning* - There is angst, sap, sexual innuendos, and maybe cursing. Maybe some quick work, and maybe a sudden change. *Shrugs* These muses are ganging on me for leaving them hanging. They've taken over my body. I don't even remember what I wrote here. Oh, well. There is a 1+2 pairing in this that really isn't that hard to see. Have you realized that yet???
Disclaimer - Gundam Wing is not mine, not will it ever be. This is just for fun. I expect no money. I also expect no suing. Because I really don't think idiots that stupid exist, though of course I could always be wrong. . .
Oi, koi, I hope this makes you happy!!! You'll see why at the end!!! ^_^o
Footsteps
Chapter 10
"So. . . why are we at the grocery store again?" Heero asked, looking around at the aisles of food.
"One: because I need food," Duo replied, grabbing a basket and Heero's arm and dragging them both along with him to the first aisle. It seemed to Heero that he had regained that happy composure. Heero noted that the cross was being worn now, though it hadn't been on before. Duo was also wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt that said, `People Like You Are The Reason People Like Me Are On Medication'. Heero smiled at the thought, then sobered as he realized that Duo may very well be on medication.
"The other reason?" he asked curiously.
"Reasons," Duo corrected, grabbing a loaf of bread and smiling cheekily at him. "Two: I needed out of the house. Three: We needed to talk, and no one would yell or complain, or even listen in at a grocery store." He looked around and said, "I have a bomb in my back pocket. I'm planning to use it on that dumbass over there with the toupee." He pointed. "Got it?" He looked at Heero. "Is anyone staring?"
Heero made a quick scan of the room. "No."
"Exactly," Duo stated, and moved off to the second aisle. Heero followed him, trying not to smile. Peace really must have lowered everyone's tension. Or had it always been like this in grocery stores? Heero never went to them. He had once, after the war, and half of the people were asking for his autograph. The other half tried to do his old glare. He had noted that they had needed work.
"So," Duo started, looking at the cans of soup that were on sale. "How, exactly, are you managing to stay with me and not go flat broke?"
Heero smiled ever so softly. "Quatre's paying for it. I. . . I told him that I wanted to see you, and he made the arrangements right away."
Duo looked at him strangely. "Then. . . Quatre knows?"
Heero nodded shortly.
Duo placed the can in his hand back onto the rack. "Oh."
Heero grabbed his shoulders and turned him. "He never told me. I never knew." Heero's grip flexed as he remembered the scars. "I never knew."
Duo looked into his face, searching, probably, for signs that he was lying. "I didn't want you to know. You'd either sneer at me or. . . come running out of some stupid obligation. . . and I didn't want that."
Heero looked into his eyes as well, watching the swirling depths. Watching - and falling. "I would never sneer at you," he said, "I don't know how I did before. I had closed of the feelings you'd given me until I didn't know what they were. I'm sorry for that." Heero backed away then and looked around, amazed that no one had seemed to have seen that.
Duo smiled a shaky grin and stepped on down the aisle. "What's your favorite color?" he asked, and the question made Heero jump slightly. His favorite. . . color?
He thought for a moment. "I'm not sure," he admitted, "I never really thought about it." He looked up, into the lights high above, and smiled softly. "I think. . . purple." He looked at Duo's stunned face and cocked his head. "You?"
Duo blinked, then smiled. "Both black and blue. Blue for. . ." he blushed, then shrugged. "And black for death."
Heero looked at him sharply. "Death?"
He nodded, absently checking out the cans of fruit before turning into the other aisle. "Death, pain, loss, sadness. They're all personified in the color black."
Heero made a mental note to ask Duo about that medication. Duo really seemed to be upset. Upset deep down, like he felt it all the time, but never bothered to show the world. Heero grimaced at the thought that it could very well be all his fault.
Gods, but he wanted to remedy that.
"Hey, the color isn't that bad," Duo said haughtily, and Heero focused on him again as they went through the aisle without even looking at anything. "At least, I don't think so."
There was a sort of trepidation here, and Heero wanted to kill it quick. "Your opinion is as important as anyone else's. Maybe even more. I, too, can see what black personifies, but. . . I don't like the things it represents to me."
There was a silence broken only by the speakers announcing that a clean-up was needed in aisle seven. Then Duo said, "can things be gay?"
Heero almost tripped. He stared hard at Duo. "W-What???"
Duo let loose a tiny chuckle at Heero's consternation. "You know, like when someone says `homework is gay' or something. I said that once around Wufei, and he blew up. He said that things couldn't be gay."
"It is fairly hard for something inanimate to have sexual preferences," Heero said slowly, surprising a bark of a laugh from Duo.
"I guess," Duo said with a smile, "but doesn't personification take care of that?"
It was Heero's turn to laugh out loud, and Duo burst out a smile that seemed to split his face. It was a real smile, one of happiness and contentment. They looked at each other, and Heero felt a warm, jovial feeling spread through him until his knees were weak.
"Duo?"
"Um-humm?" Duo asked, looking back at the rack, a goofy smile on his face. "Hey, Heero, do you like chips, or -"
Heero turned him again to look at him, and the violet orbs sparked with something, something like caution and kin to hope, that again made Heero want to fall to the ground in a heap of gooey sap. "Maybe. . . maybe we should go back to the house."
Duo looked at him oddly, then seemed to understand. There was a wariness, then cautious understanding, until finally joy radiated from him, and he hugged Heero around the waist, burrowing into his chest. "Do you mean it?" he whispered, though Heero was sure that he could feel the pounding of his heart, hear his labored breathing. But, most of all, he was certain everyone could see the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Gods, yes," he said, and was shocked to hear the growl that rippled through his chest. "And I'll do it right here if you don't get off now."
Duo jumped away, but threw a sly smile at him. "You think I would argue?"
In answer, Heero grabbed Duo's basket and updumped it onto the rack. Some people turned to stare, but he looked to them and said only, "we have an appointment." That seemed to be enough for them, and he grabbed Duo's wrist and marched them the hell out of the store.
"Damn kids! I can't believe he did that!"
He flipped the fat woman off and opened the door to the sound of "clean-up in aisle four."
There would be a clean-up, all right, Heero thought as Duo started the car, both of them trying very, very hard to ignore something that could make them crash. "Duo," he ventured, "do you want this?"
"I've been wanting it since I saw what I shot," Duo gritted out, and sped out of the parking lot.
"Good," Heero stated. "Because I don't think I can wait any more."
Duo turned to look at him and smiled, one that lit his eyes and set Heero's heart to meltingly warm. Heero could do no less than smile back.
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A/N: I know that wasn't too long, and I'm sorry. But, as I said before, I'm gonna try to get more out later this weekend. If I get, say, 6 or 7 reviews, I'll start the next chapter. ^_^ Yes, that's a bribe. Review, please!!!
*Warning* - There is angst, sap, sexual innuendos, and maybe cursing. Maybe some quick work, and maybe a sudden change. *Shrugs* These muses are ganging on me for leaving them hanging. They've taken over my body. I don't even remember what I wrote here. Oh, well. There is a 1+2 pairing in this that really isn't that hard to see. Have you realized that yet???
Disclaimer - Gundam Wing is not mine, not will it ever be. This is just for fun. I expect no money. I also expect no suing. Because I really don't think idiots that stupid exist, though of course I could always be wrong. . .
Oi, koi, I hope this makes you happy!!! You'll see why at the end!!! ^_^o
Footsteps
Chapter 10
"So. . . why are we at the grocery store again?" Heero asked, looking around at the aisles of food.
"One: because I need food," Duo replied, grabbing a basket and Heero's arm and dragging them both along with him to the first aisle. It seemed to Heero that he had regained that happy composure. Heero noted that the cross was being worn now, though it hadn't been on before. Duo was also wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt that said, `People Like You Are The Reason People Like Me Are On Medication'. Heero smiled at the thought, then sobered as he realized that Duo may very well be on medication.
"The other reason?" he asked curiously.
"Reasons," Duo corrected, grabbing a loaf of bread and smiling cheekily at him. "Two: I needed out of the house. Three: We needed to talk, and no one would yell or complain, or even listen in at a grocery store." He looked around and said, "I have a bomb in my back pocket. I'm planning to use it on that dumbass over there with the toupee." He pointed. "Got it?" He looked at Heero. "Is anyone staring?"
Heero made a quick scan of the room. "No."
"Exactly," Duo stated, and moved off to the second aisle. Heero followed him, trying not to smile. Peace really must have lowered everyone's tension. Or had it always been like this in grocery stores? Heero never went to them. He had once, after the war, and half of the people were asking for his autograph. The other half tried to do his old glare. He had noted that they had needed work.
"So," Duo started, looking at the cans of soup that were on sale. "How, exactly, are you managing to stay with me and not go flat broke?"
Heero smiled ever so softly. "Quatre's paying for it. I. . . I told him that I wanted to see you, and he made the arrangements right away."
Duo looked at him strangely. "Then. . . Quatre knows?"
Heero nodded shortly.
Duo placed the can in his hand back onto the rack. "Oh."
Heero grabbed his shoulders and turned him. "He never told me. I never knew." Heero's grip flexed as he remembered the scars. "I never knew."
Duo looked into his face, searching, probably, for signs that he was lying. "I didn't want you to know. You'd either sneer at me or. . . come running out of some stupid obligation. . . and I didn't want that."
Heero looked into his eyes as well, watching the swirling depths. Watching - and falling. "I would never sneer at you," he said, "I don't know how I did before. I had closed of the feelings you'd given me until I didn't know what they were. I'm sorry for that." Heero backed away then and looked around, amazed that no one had seemed to have seen that.
Duo smiled a shaky grin and stepped on down the aisle. "What's your favorite color?" he asked, and the question made Heero jump slightly. His favorite. . . color?
He thought for a moment. "I'm not sure," he admitted, "I never really thought about it." He looked up, into the lights high above, and smiled softly. "I think. . . purple." He looked at Duo's stunned face and cocked his head. "You?"
Duo blinked, then smiled. "Both black and blue. Blue for. . ." he blushed, then shrugged. "And black for death."
Heero looked at him sharply. "Death?"
He nodded, absently checking out the cans of fruit before turning into the other aisle. "Death, pain, loss, sadness. They're all personified in the color black."
Heero made a mental note to ask Duo about that medication. Duo really seemed to be upset. Upset deep down, like he felt it all the time, but never bothered to show the world. Heero grimaced at the thought that it could very well be all his fault.
Gods, but he wanted to remedy that.
"Hey, the color isn't that bad," Duo said haughtily, and Heero focused on him again as they went through the aisle without even looking at anything. "At least, I don't think so."
There was a sort of trepidation here, and Heero wanted to kill it quick. "Your opinion is as important as anyone else's. Maybe even more. I, too, can see what black personifies, but. . . I don't like the things it represents to me."
There was a silence broken only by the speakers announcing that a clean-up was needed in aisle seven. Then Duo said, "can things be gay?"
Heero almost tripped. He stared hard at Duo. "W-What???"
Duo let loose a tiny chuckle at Heero's consternation. "You know, like when someone says `homework is gay' or something. I said that once around Wufei, and he blew up. He said that things couldn't be gay."
"It is fairly hard for something inanimate to have sexual preferences," Heero said slowly, surprising a bark of a laugh from Duo.
"I guess," Duo said with a smile, "but doesn't personification take care of that?"
It was Heero's turn to laugh out loud, and Duo burst out a smile that seemed to split his face. It was a real smile, one of happiness and contentment. They looked at each other, and Heero felt a warm, jovial feeling spread through him until his knees were weak.
"Duo?"
"Um-humm?" Duo asked, looking back at the rack, a goofy smile on his face. "Hey, Heero, do you like chips, or -"
Heero turned him again to look at him, and the violet orbs sparked with something, something like caution and kin to hope, that again made Heero want to fall to the ground in a heap of gooey sap. "Maybe. . . maybe we should go back to the house."
Duo looked at him oddly, then seemed to understand. There was a wariness, then cautious understanding, until finally joy radiated from him, and he hugged Heero around the waist, burrowing into his chest. "Do you mean it?" he whispered, though Heero was sure that he could feel the pounding of his heart, hear his labored breathing. But, most of all, he was certain everyone could see the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Gods, yes," he said, and was shocked to hear the growl that rippled through his chest. "And I'll do it right here if you don't get off now."
Duo jumped away, but threw a sly smile at him. "You think I would argue?"
In answer, Heero grabbed Duo's basket and updumped it onto the rack. Some people turned to stare, but he looked to them and said only, "we have an appointment." That seemed to be enough for them, and he grabbed Duo's wrist and marched them the hell out of the store.
"Damn kids! I can't believe he did that!"
He flipped the fat woman off and opened the door to the sound of "clean-up in aisle four."
There would be a clean-up, all right, Heero thought as Duo started the car, both of them trying very, very hard to ignore something that could make them crash. "Duo," he ventured, "do you want this?"
"I've been wanting it since I saw what I shot," Duo gritted out, and sped out of the parking lot.
"Good," Heero stated. "Because I don't think I can wait any more."
Duo turned to look at him and smiled, one that lit his eyes and set Heero's heart to meltingly warm. Heero could do no less than smile back.
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A/N: I know that wasn't too long, and I'm sorry. But, as I said before, I'm gonna try to get more out later this weekend. If I get, say, 6 or 7 reviews, I'll start the next chapter. ^_^ Yes, that's a bribe. Review, please!!!