A/N at end, please be respectful and read it. Oh, and I have now become a Narutard... And big thanks to joltcola13liar for their awesome review, I have a big problem with run-ons! XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the pop culture references you recognize. Does anyone actually read these? I mean, if I wrote 'I own Gundam Wing' would any of you notice and comment on it?
Heero sighed; he had overslept. That was unsettling. He had never overslept before. He frowned, should he be concerned? Heero sat up and stretched, arching his back to loosen the kinks. If it continues I will inform Dr. J. For now, I will prepare for… Mission: Distract the Female with various food dishes while extracting all the information we can out of her.
…not a very good mission name perhaps, but we'll forgive Heero for lacking a little in the creativity department shall we?
First things first, wake Duo up. Heero finished stretching, dropping one of his hands to Duo's side of the bed. Instead of coming into contact with his flying partner, his hand felt cold sheets. Heero's eyes widened ever so slightly as he turned his head in order to confirm this impossibility.
There, where Duo Maxwell slept, did his homework, checked his laptop for missions, lazed about, hung out, and even ate occasionally, was nothing but empty space and sloppily made sheets (though if Heero cared to ponder this circumstance, the wrinkled sheets were probably because he was still under the sheets).
Heero's brain was scrambling to process this information. Duo…the number one lethargic weekend-sloth was…awake before me. This must be a sign of the apocalypse. Note to self: check the weather report for a blue moon and the seas turning to blood.
"Hn." Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Heero stood and swiftly crossed the room to grab a change of clothes. Making his way to the bathroom, Heero nodded to Wufei, who returned the salute as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Long night, Yuy?"
"He who is in a glass space station, should not shoot a gun." Heero deadpanned; one corner of his mouth twitched upwards, unable to completely hold back the smirk from showing.
Wufei gave Heero an enquiring look, "Isn't the saying-"
"WUFEI! YOU'RE NOT PLANNING TO WEAR THAT ARE YOU?"
Heero quickly entered the bathroom so no one would see his smirk widening at the sight of Wufei's face paling upon hearing Quatre's voice.
Twenty-seven minutes later found Heero sitting at the kitchen table, mindlessly sipping at his coffee, while Duo fussed over Wufei's hair, Quatre fussed over Duo's fussing over Wufei and Trowa fussed (in his own monosyllabic/stoic way) over Quatre's fussing over Duo's fussing over Wufei (that was just too much fun to type…).
Heero sighed, "Maxwell, sit down; Winner, put on another pot of coffee; Barton, check on the food; Chang calm down." He ordered using his 'destroy Oz mission' voice. Which meant of course, his command was instantly carried out. Hey, would you want to risk Heero Yuy crazed laugh and insane smile?
0.17 seconds after issuing said demand, Heero realized that with Quatre and Trowa in the kitchen (and Wufei being a nervous wreck) that left him alone with Duo for the first time since…
Heero leaned forward and Duo tilted his head up and to one side slightly. Both boys' eyes closing as soft lips touched.
…last night…
I will not blush. I am the Perfect Soldier. I have been trained as a weapon since I was seven. I will not be turned into a blushing, hormonal teen by a violet-eyed, brown-haired, lean, glowing, radiant, elfin, sexy- GAAHHH!!!!
Since thinking wasn't helping at all, Heero grabbed his coffee and took a big gulp to try and calm down. And managed to burn his tongue instead. Being who he was, Heero refused to let any reaction show on his face. Hearing a snort, he turned his head to look questioningly at Duo.
"I've never seen anyone burn their tongue and look so determined not to let in show. By the way, when you refuse to move all of your facial muscles like that, your eyes water up."
Heero contemplated responding, and almost mumbled 'Omae o korosu' when there was a knock at the door.
Hearing Wufei open the door and the muffled voices of Gemini and Wufei exchanging greetings, Heero sighed to himself and mentally prepared himself for the imminent 'mission'.
Ninmu ryoukai.
Sorry, that's all I have for now. I have MASSIVE writer's block and I'm surrouded by plot bunnies (shudder crazed plot bunnies, I'm just trying not to make any sudden moves...). This year has been horrid and stressful! I've been hospitalized twice, put back on homebound, and someone in my immediate family (you don't need to know who) tried to commit suicide. I know most of you didn't need/want to know, but I just had to let it out. I wanted to put the whole brunch in this chapter (it shouldn't be very long) but I just can't focus. My stupid muse left me... anyway, thank you to everyone who read and double thank you to all of who review, they never fail to make me smile. XD