Authors Notes: Alright, this is my second fic that I've actually posted. It's not entirely done yet, but I'm working hard to finish it. This is probably the best Gundam Wing fic I've written yet. I know this isn't exactly the worlds most original idea, but I'm encorporating vampires and the Gundam boys together in one story. It's been done, but I really wanted a shot at it. This fic is from Duo's point of view. Sorry if you think he seems OOC, I tried my best. Most of my friends would say that I'm very un-Duo-like, so thats gonna be my excuse. ^_^ I hope you enjoy/review!! Here is the basic info about the story.
Rating: Pg-13 (It may become R in the chapters to come)
Starring: Duo Maxwell, along with the other Gundam Pilots
Pairings: 2+1, 4+3
Other: Yes, you heard right. This story contains shounen ai/male-male/homosexual relationships. Although these encounters are not the focus of the story, they happen. And if that frightens, appals or disturbs you, you need not read any further. This story also contains blood sucking, occasional (or more than occasional) fighting/violent scenes and mild cursing. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: You've heard it before, so I won't bore you with the details again. Gundam Wing is not mine, and sadly enough, probably never will be, otherwise it would be re-released and be chock-full of shounen-ai scenes. That is all. ^_~
I had gone shopping, and arrived at my dorm room in the boarding school Heero had chosen for the five of us to temporarily reside in. Most of the costumes had been picked over when I arrived at the mall, but somehow the Great Shinigami had managed to find a grim reaper costume, complete with plastic scythe. I could feel the excitement in the air, almost literally. The chatter seemed like a contagious virus, which was slowly spreading across the school. The dormitory hall was buzzing with noisy students, filling the air with clamour. They were probably off to various parties in tribute of Halloween, in my opinion, the coolest holiday there was.
I dropped my bags on the floor as I rooted through my pockets for the key. Heero always locked the door. I pushed open the door, and my eyes immediately adjusted to the dim, pale radiance of the laptop. It was the sole source of light in the rather bleak half of the room, which was Heero's. My side of the room, which was immediately evident to anyone who knows me, was plastered with posters of all the coolest rock bands, movies, and everything in between. There was almost a visible line where my side of the room started and his began, indicated by the large array of scattered objects on mine, and the lack of such on his. When we had first come to this school, I had been horrified at the uniformity of all of the rooms. I had gone to extreme measures to conceal the unsightly mental-asylum-grey paint. Heero, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind. Whether it was because of the fact he found mental asylums appealing, or the fact that anything remotely engaging would distract him from that damn laptop, God forbid, I didn't know.
I tossed the bags on my unmade bed and slammed the door carelessly. The figure perched with impeccable posture in front of the laptop didn't flinch, nor break rhythm of the steady clatter of keys. The door somehow amazingly stifled most of the din in the hallways, and the room was beginning to become uncomfortably silent. Although I could predict his response quite easily by now, I attempted to make conversation with the human wall before me.
"Hey Hee-chan!" I began, jovially.
"Hn."
He responded exactly as I had predicted. It was almost tempting to strike up a conversation with the nearest inanimate object, if he hadn't looked so damn cute just then. He was still clad in his school uniform. His tie was loosened slightly, and his jacket was laid out with care on the bed, although his posture remained stiff. He was relaxing. Sadly, that was as relaxed as the perfect soldier would let himself get. If I had any more sense, I would have given up on him long ago.
"Whatcha doin'?" I persisted.
"I'm working."
Now I was impressed. Two whole words, three syllables, and both were actual words, like the kind you find in the dictionary, as opposed to 'hn'. What next, maybe he would even ask a question! I sat expectantly on his bed next to his carefully discarded jacket, a grin still plastered to my face. I guess it figured, in an ironic way, that the perfect soldier would make his bed with military precision. It was when the silence began to get oppressive, that I took another stab at conversation. I had just opened my mouth when he spoke.
"Don't sit there." He muttered. I sighed dissapointedly, as I stood up. My mood darkened slightly. It figured, it really did. Why did I bother? Tscha. Is the Pope a Catholic?
"So, you gonna go to any parties t'night?" I wondered.
"No."
"Why not?" I ventured. I was marching right onto dangerous territory.
"Because I'm working." He said, his tone rising slightly. He was pissed, but what fun was a party without a date? Not that I'd ever tell him that. Oh, the many ways he could kill me, and would, too if he knew I liked him--that way. He could like girls. Heck, he could like Relena. He'd probably think I was gross if I ever let him know how I really felt. I wasn't gay. I didn't like all guys. Nope, just Heero. But Heero didn't like me, or hadn't given any signs, anyways. But wasn't that just like him, to hold up that expressionless facade like a shield? Maybe I had a small hope.
"Come on, Hee-Chan. You really need some rest and relaxation time. For your own good?"
"I'm quite fine." He said monotonously. As if. Maybe I was being stupid. I don't know. After all, I had used both 'tscha' and 'as if' within five minutes. All I knew is that I saw an opportunity and grabbed it. Literally. I moved up silently behind him, and simultaneously placed both hands, one on each of his shoulders. I hunched over slightly to get a look at the screen. What exactly did he have there that was so much more worthy of his full attention than me? He was hacking something, and as good as I was with computers, this was still all Greek to me. Heero's entire body jumped at my touch, and he stood straight up nearly knocking the wooden chair over..
"Woah, see? Your way too tense." I said, adventurously maintaining my hold on his shoulders. I lost my grip though, when he turned around to face me, looking me in the eyes. I almost cringed, ready to receive the infamous Heero Yuy Ultimate Glare of Death and Devastation Promising Mortality By Pointed Object ©. But to my utter amazement, his normally hard, cobalt stare softened briefly, and the beautiful boy almost looked momentarily weary.
"I think your right, Duo."
What!? He said I'm right! He said 'Duo', and it wasn't 'cuz I did something obnoxious! He's looking at me and taking me seriously! My senses were on overload. I was gonna hyperventilate! Get me a bag! Finally, I realized that my mouth must have been gaping, because something even more remarkable (if that's possible) then happened. It was a sound I hadn't heard before, but I immediately stored it in my memory from now 'till forever, it was so satisfying. It was a low, pleasant chuckle and it was coming from Heero! I clamped my mouth shut, but I couldn't keep from grinning like an idiot. I had made him laugh?
"Did you just say that I'm right? Can you repeat that? Can I, like, quote you on that?" I babbled shamelessly. A quick and effective warning glare silenced my nervous laughter. "So that means you'll come to a party?" I tried hopefully.
"I suppose. But I refuse to dress up." He stated firmly, a small hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"Aww, Hee-Chan! That's no fun!" I whined.
"You've already gotten your way once for today." He replied.
"Once is never enough," I laughed, winking at him. I spun around and made for the bathroom. "Well, y'know that girl Amara that's in my Chemistry class?" I demanded.
"Hn."
"I hear she's having a tremendous party, eight 'o click 'till one, and everybody's invited. Plus, she's super-rich, so she's got a really nice place and all. I think Quatre and Trowa are going. How 'bout that one?" I rattled on.
"Alright," He agreed.
"Sweet! Well, I gotta have a shower and stuff, and Heero? If you're not going to dress up, at least wear something black! You can borrow something of mine!" I shouted through the bathroom door. I didn't hear a reply, so I assumed he had heard me. I somehow managed to strip out of my clothes in the miniature bathroom, which was amazing because the area of the floor probably totalled little more than 3 square inches.
I stepped into the shower and slowly un-braided my hair. My hair is my pride and joy. It reaches just past my waist, and I keep it braided at all times, except in the shower. I could feel it draping down my back as I reached up to turn on the shower. I stayed there for a while, just enjoying the feel of the warm bullets of water massaging my back. Then I realized that we might be a bit pressed for time, so I hurriedly rinsed out my hair and got out of the shower. I rubbed at the mirror for a minute to clear the condensation, brushed out my hair, and re-braided it with care.
I wrapped a towel around myself, and opened the bathroom door. The air from the room felt cool against my damp skin, and I shivered slightly as I left the bathroom. I glanced over at Heero. He was back at that laptop again, but he had actually taken me up on that offer for black clothes. He looked great. He was dressed in a pair of black cargo pants, and a black silk shirt. It's amazing how some good, casual clothes can completely change a person's appearance. Maybe I could take him shopping sometime, my imagination brimming with possibilities. I quickly pulled on a pair of black pants and a T-Shirt, before putting on my costume overtop.
I took a brief glance in the mirror and cackled. The scythe was definitely a great addition to the black hooded cloak. It was evil, and I loved it. I tiptoed up behind Heero. Angling the scythe so that I could hook it around his neck, I was stopped inches from my goal.
"Don't even think about it," He said, turning off the computer, and turning around in one swift motion. I only grinned mischievously. This was gonna be one helluva night.
"So, wanna stop by Quatre and Trowa's room before headin' over?" I enquired.
"Sure." He said, shutting the door behind us.
"Damnit, I forgot my key." I groaned. Heero gave me a withering stare, and quickly pulled out his from his pocket. He locked the door, and we were on our way.
