NOTE: Song lyrics are in /.../
"What?!" In all of my dreams, Heero never said that ONCE!
"Duo Heero's mate." He said again, as if I was the one that didn't understand.
"You have no idea how I've wanted you to say that…but still! This is only a
dream!"
/When superstars and cannonballs are running thru your head, Television
freak show, cops and rubbers everywhere/
"No dream. Real." Heero said, pulling me closer to him, but roughly
grabbing me around the waist and yanking.
"How…can it be…?" I asked, confused.
Well… instead of answering, he responded non-verbally. He decided that he
wanted to play tonsil hockey. Being the nice guy I am, I didn't argue.
How I wanted to rip that one…little…loincloth off…but, they say that patience
is a virtue, and you know me, a very virtuous guy. So, I decided that the
loincloth stripping and other various things that followed could come after
this real dream. I still wasn't sure that this was a dream. If it wasn't, hot
damn! If it was only a dream…well…still, hot damn!
"Oh! How cute they be!" A little high pitched voice squeaked.
Pushing me away abruptly, Heero bellowed at the little voice, "You here what
for?"
"Reason I have not." The little voice said, stepping out from behind a sand
dune. It looked like Quatre! Well…a teeny tiny version of Quatre. He smiled
at me, and he looked positively EVIL. Never saw THAT one coming.
"You here why?" He asked, pointing to me. And glaring. Boy, this little
Quatre was scary!
/Subway makes me nervous/
"I…uh…well…" I stuttered, trying to figure it out myself. I hadn't really given
much thought to WHY I was here. I was simply enjoying myself too much…
"Duo here. Need no say. Heero want Duo. Go you." Heero stated in very…
very simply terms.
/People pushing me too far…/
"Fine... Trowa-Chibi want me. Go I." The little Quatre said, before huffing
off. "Beware."
"Ok…the little dude that looks like Quatre scares me."
"Worry not. Bother us he no more."
OK…officially weirded out. Backwards talk scares me.
"OK." I answered, becoming REALLY aware of how close Heero was holding me.
/Got to break away/
"Come, go we now." Heero said, picking me up and carrying me into a little
village. Amazingly enough, all of the people were as small as the little
Quatre dude!
"Ooh…Prince Heero mate he brings!" All of the little people said in awe.
I didn't know I was THAT handsome.
"Shit thee not, I say. Great be me, say I. Heero's mate I be, I be, Heero's
mate I be!" I sang, for some unknown reason.
"Shit thee not, he say, he say! Great he be! Like us talk he!" They sang
back, getting into a conga line and dancing around Heero and me.
"Mate of mine be he!" Heero sang, a very high note ending it. Amazing.
I'd never heard a guy sing THAT high.
With the song and dance routing over, the little people, who I came to
know as Chibis, showed me some of their tribal dances.
/So take my hand now/
"Ah… how…um…cute they are, Prince Heero." I said, knowing that he could
understand my normal-speak. I snuggled up closer to him, as it was a cold
night and we weren't all that close to the ceremonial fire.
"Not Prince. Only Heero to you." He said, wrapping his arm around me. He
leaned in and kissed my forehead, "And yes, they be cute." Ahh…he was
trying to speak my language. Well…he didn't realize that he could, pretty
well.
All he had to do was kiss me again.
AN-Well...chapter 2...what do ya think? I know I made this one in Duo's POV.
What can I say? It's a lot easier for me to write in a chara's POV than in a
narrator-type way. Anyway, I hope you liked it!
"What?!" In all of my dreams, Heero never said that ONCE!
"Duo Heero's mate." He said again, as if I was the one that didn't understand.
"You have no idea how I've wanted you to say that…but still! This is only a
dream!"
/When superstars and cannonballs are running thru your head, Television
freak show, cops and rubbers everywhere/
"No dream. Real." Heero said, pulling me closer to him, but roughly
grabbing me around the waist and yanking.
"How…can it be…?" I asked, confused.
Well… instead of answering, he responded non-verbally. He decided that he
wanted to play tonsil hockey. Being the nice guy I am, I didn't argue.
How I wanted to rip that one…little…loincloth off…but, they say that patience
is a virtue, and you know me, a very virtuous guy. So, I decided that the
loincloth stripping and other various things that followed could come after
this real dream. I still wasn't sure that this was a dream. If it wasn't, hot
damn! If it was only a dream…well…still, hot damn!
"Oh! How cute they be!" A little high pitched voice squeaked.
Pushing me away abruptly, Heero bellowed at the little voice, "You here what
for?"
"Reason I have not." The little voice said, stepping out from behind a sand
dune. It looked like Quatre! Well…a teeny tiny version of Quatre. He smiled
at me, and he looked positively EVIL. Never saw THAT one coming.
"You here why?" He asked, pointing to me. And glaring. Boy, this little
Quatre was scary!
/Subway makes me nervous/
"I…uh…well…" I stuttered, trying to figure it out myself. I hadn't really given
much thought to WHY I was here. I was simply enjoying myself too much…
"Duo here. Need no say. Heero want Duo. Go you." Heero stated in very…
very simply terms.
/People pushing me too far…/
"Fine... Trowa-Chibi want me. Go I." The little Quatre said, before huffing
off. "Beware."
"Ok…the little dude that looks like Quatre scares me."
"Worry not. Bother us he no more."
OK…officially weirded out. Backwards talk scares me.
"OK." I answered, becoming REALLY aware of how close Heero was holding me.
/Got to break away/
"Come, go we now." Heero said, picking me up and carrying me into a little
village. Amazingly enough, all of the people were as small as the little
Quatre dude!
"Ooh…Prince Heero mate he brings!" All of the little people said in awe.
I didn't know I was THAT handsome.
"Shit thee not, I say. Great be me, say I. Heero's mate I be, I be, Heero's
mate I be!" I sang, for some unknown reason.
"Shit thee not, he say, he say! Great he be! Like us talk he!" They sang
back, getting into a conga line and dancing around Heero and me.
"Mate of mine be he!" Heero sang, a very high note ending it. Amazing.
I'd never heard a guy sing THAT high.
With the song and dance routing over, the little people, who I came to
know as Chibis, showed me some of their tribal dances.
/So take my hand now/
"Ah… how…um…cute they are, Prince Heero." I said, knowing that he could
understand my normal-speak. I snuggled up closer to him, as it was a cold
night and we weren't all that close to the ceremonial fire.
"Not Prince. Only Heero to you." He said, wrapping his arm around me. He
leaned in and kissed my forehead, "And yes, they be cute." Ahh…he was
trying to speak my language. Well…he didn't realize that he could, pretty
well.
All he had to do was kiss me again.
AN-Well...chapter 2...what do ya think? I know I made this one in Duo's POV.
What can I say? It's a lot easier for me to write in a chara's POV than in a
narrator-type way. Anyway, I hope you liked it!