(I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't own a fancy livingroom set. I don't own a VCR)
(Oi! I apologize for all of the Horrid spelling of the Prologue. I guess Proofreading is and can be a good thing. ~_^V)
"Duo? What are you doing here?" Quatre called as he caught up with Chase, taking the young man by the arm. "I.. you.. didn't... weren't you at the safe house? How did you get here so fast?"
Chase cocked his head at the young blond. "Oooo....kay...." He said softly. 'Damn!' He cursed himself silently. His plan of walking just ahead of his prey, then slowing down, pilfering quickly through a pocket, then disappearing were immediately out of the question. 'Maybe he's on to me. Well.. if he's out to arrest me, then I will just have to break him in half.'
"Safe house? Duo?" Chase answered intelligently.
Quatre blinked, then smiled. "You're not fooling me, Duo." He rolled his deep blue eyes and continued down the street, leaving a stunned Chase to stare after him, jaw agape.
After a moment, Quatre realized that the energetic youth wasn't by his side. Halting on the busy sidewalk and turning around, he called to his 'Friend'. "Duo? Are you coming? Why are you just standing there like that? We need to hurry up and get back!" The tone of the Arabians voice said that he was not in the mood for games, yet held a gentle quality to it as well.
'Screw this.' Chase thought as he diverted his attention to the other. 'He must be a cop.. and a rookie at that. Hell, who does he think he is? He's probably trying to lure me down the street and into the waiting arms of more experianced cops.'
"Duo, I don't understand. What's gotten into you? You act like you don't even know who I am."
Chase yelped and moved away with a brief side-step. How the hell did this guy move so fast? One moment, he had been yards ahead, the next, he was at the long haired youth's elbow. "Listen, Pal... I Don't know who you are or What the Hell you're talking about. I don't know Anything about safe houses, or Duo's. Dig?" He turned and strode briskly down the sidewalk, head down and hands stuffed deep into his pockets.
Quatre stared after him, mouth set in a tight line as he shook his head slowly.
Duo yawned and stretched lazily on the couch. He couldn't wait to see Heero's face when the Wing pilot discovered that Shinigami had slipped easily through a window and had once again taken up residence in the house. Chuckling softly, he propped his feet up on the coffee table and continued to watch tv, while the rythmic clatter of Heero's fingers dancing swiftly over the keys to his laptop drifted in from the kitchen.
Quatre frowned as he slipped his key into the back door of the safehouse and allowed himself in. He sighed softly as he walked past Yuy and to the refridgerator.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Came a monotonous voice.
"Yeah.. that and much more." The Sandrock pilot said in a weary voice.
Heero looked up abruptly from his typing and watched Quatre silently for a few moments as the blond began to make dinner.
"What do you mean? Where you spotted?"
Another sigh escaped Quatre as he turned on two burners on the stove. Reaching up into the cabinet above him and wishing for the millionth time that he could have grown just a bit taller, he pulled down various spices and set them on the counter. "No. I ran into Duo in town and he played his little games." A frown creased his brow. "But... he acted like he didn't even know me. That was wreckless, Heero. I care about him, but one day, his antics are going to get him hurt pretty badly."
"Duo was here all day."
Quatre lifted his head up sharply. "Na.. Nani!?"
Heero nodded, though his complete and utter attention was now caught. "All day. In fact, he's been in the livingroom watching Tv for the past two hours."
"Heeeey! How did you know I got back in!?" A frown surfaced itself apon his lips and he slumped bonelessly against the doorfacing, pouting heavily.
"That's not important." Heero shot back, turning his gaze back to Quatre, who was staring at Duo as if he had grown another head.
"Impossible..." Quatre whispered, before turning and putting a kettle on to boil. "Duo.. he looked Just like you.. just like you." He repeated.
"What!?" Maxwell scoffed. "No one is as good looking as me." He retorted simply before taking a seat at the table, making sure to scrape his chair noisily across the floor, then to shake the table as he sat, doing his best to disrupt Heero's work.
~TBC
(Oi! I apologize for all of the Horrid spelling of the Prologue. I guess Proofreading is and can be a good thing. ~_^V)
"Duo? What are you doing here?" Quatre called as he caught up with Chase, taking the young man by the arm. "I.. you.. didn't... weren't you at the safe house? How did you get here so fast?"
Chase cocked his head at the young blond. "Oooo....kay...." He said softly. 'Damn!' He cursed himself silently. His plan of walking just ahead of his prey, then slowing down, pilfering quickly through a pocket, then disappearing were immediately out of the question. 'Maybe he's on to me. Well.. if he's out to arrest me, then I will just have to break him in half.'
"Safe house? Duo?" Chase answered intelligently.
Quatre blinked, then smiled. "You're not fooling me, Duo." He rolled his deep blue eyes and continued down the street, leaving a stunned Chase to stare after him, jaw agape.
After a moment, Quatre realized that the energetic youth wasn't by his side. Halting on the busy sidewalk and turning around, he called to his 'Friend'. "Duo? Are you coming? Why are you just standing there like that? We need to hurry up and get back!" The tone of the Arabians voice said that he was not in the mood for games, yet held a gentle quality to it as well.
'Screw this.' Chase thought as he diverted his attention to the other. 'He must be a cop.. and a rookie at that. Hell, who does he think he is? He's probably trying to lure me down the street and into the waiting arms of more experianced cops.'
"Duo, I don't understand. What's gotten into you? You act like you don't even know who I am."
Chase yelped and moved away with a brief side-step. How the hell did this guy move so fast? One moment, he had been yards ahead, the next, he was at the long haired youth's elbow. "Listen, Pal... I Don't know who you are or What the Hell you're talking about. I don't know Anything about safe houses, or Duo's. Dig?" He turned and strode briskly down the sidewalk, head down and hands stuffed deep into his pockets.
Quatre stared after him, mouth set in a tight line as he shook his head slowly.
Duo yawned and stretched lazily on the couch. He couldn't wait to see Heero's face when the Wing pilot discovered that Shinigami had slipped easily through a window and had once again taken up residence in the house. Chuckling softly, he propped his feet up on the coffee table and continued to watch tv, while the rythmic clatter of Heero's fingers dancing swiftly over the keys to his laptop drifted in from the kitchen.
Quatre frowned as he slipped his key into the back door of the safehouse and allowed himself in. He sighed softly as he walked past Yuy and to the refridgerator.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Came a monotonous voice.
"Yeah.. that and much more." The Sandrock pilot said in a weary voice.
Heero looked up abruptly from his typing and watched Quatre silently for a few moments as the blond began to make dinner.
"What do you mean? Where you spotted?"
Another sigh escaped Quatre as he turned on two burners on the stove. Reaching up into the cabinet above him and wishing for the millionth time that he could have grown just a bit taller, he pulled down various spices and set them on the counter. "No. I ran into Duo in town and he played his little games." A frown creased his brow. "But... he acted like he didn't even know me. That was wreckless, Heero. I care about him, but one day, his antics are going to get him hurt pretty badly."
"Duo was here all day."
Quatre lifted his head up sharply. "Na.. Nani!?"
Heero nodded, though his complete and utter attention was now caught. "All day. In fact, he's been in the livingroom watching Tv for the past two hours."
"Heeeey! How did you know I got back in!?" A frown surfaced itself apon his lips and he slumped bonelessly against the doorfacing, pouting heavily.
"That's not important." Heero shot back, turning his gaze back to Quatre, who was staring at Duo as if he had grown another head.
"Impossible..." Quatre whispered, before turning and putting a kettle on to boil. "Duo.. he looked Just like you.. just like you." He repeated.
"What!?" Maxwell scoffed. "No one is as good looking as me." He retorted simply before taking a seat at the table, making sure to scrape his chair noisily across the floor, then to shake the table as he sat, doing his best to disrupt Heero's work.
~TBC