~ ~ ~
Duo happily bounced out of the bathroom, a towel secure around his
waist and sat down on his bed. He looked to his feet and wiggled his
toes, happy that he could now feel them. Duo leaned over and clicked
on the lamp then bounced to his feet again to turn up the heat and
grab the remote to his television. On his way back to his bed Duo
picked up his jeans and a rubber band. Then sat down on his bed. The
pilot set his pants across his lap and gathered his long chestnut
hair in his hands and wrapped his four and a half-foot long hair into
a large and loose bun atop his head. Duo smiled and brushed some of
his wet bangs from his eyes, then reached into his pocket to retrieve
the invite from "The Winners". The man smiled broadly as he
impatiently tore open the envelope like a child opening a present on
Christmas. It read…
~
Duo Maxwell -
You have been cordially invited to the Bloom-Winner
estate for the coming Christmas holiday. We really hope that you can
come!!! Trowa and I are really looking forward to seeing all of the
group together again, and what we have in store for all of you will
be grand. We really hope you can make it Duo!!! Please, please,
please!? If you can, expect a limo outside of your apartment the day
after you let us know… and don't be late Duo… right… what am I
thinking! I'm only kidding!!! See you soon!!!
Lots of Love
Quatre Raberba Winner
&
Trinton Bloom (Trowa to you… baka)
P.S. Bring a suit if you have one, if you don't, its okay, we have
one for ya!!! - Q
Duo rose to his feet, dropping his pants back to the floor, to walk
over to his dresser. He gathered up all of his boxers and socks and
tossed them onto his bed. He grabbed a pair, the ones with the little
smiley faces and slipped them on. Duo walked over and then gathered
up some of his clothing. Which now consisted of some of the same
priests suits, black jeans, black cargo pants, black sweaters, tee
shirts, long sleeved shirts and socks. Duo still liked his black. The
pilot had grown significantly, now reaching 5'11" easily and weighing
generally more that 90lbs. More like 140lbs… of pure unadulterated
muscle. Duo fell to his knees and struggled to pull the massive
suitcase out from under his bed. The man grunted as he pulled out the
leather case with one large tug and a small triumphant huff.
"Jeez… that took me long enough!" Duo laughed to himself.
He stuffed all of the appropriate clothing that he could find into
the suitcase, pouting because he didn't have a tuxedo; he never
really needed one in the first place. Duo found himself straddling
the top of the case, struggling with the zipper over the immense
amount of clothing.
As the pilot finished that colossal feat, he tumbled down onto his
bed, exhausted from work and that heavy load.
~ ~ ~
An irritable buzzing woke the pilot who was spread haphazardly across
his bed. A muffle `one minute' was all Duo said as he lifted himself
up and slowly walked to the door. Nearly slamming his head against
the large oak slab that kept people out of his apartment, the man
cracked open one indigo eye, blinking at the sight of Rashid and
almost screaming.
"Mr. Maxwell, Master Quat--"
"Yah, I know, gimme a sec…" The braided, or rather, UN-braided boy
said as he slid into a pair of black slacks and the closest thing he
could find to a shirt, which was a black sweater vest. Rashid pounded
on the door again like an angry landlord wanting rent, making Duo
move even faster.
"Damn…" The rushing man said as he tied up his boots and slipped his
down jacket on. "The things I do for Quatre…"
Duo threw the door open, trying to glare at Rashid, then looking at
his watch.
"SIX THIRTY??!?!??!" He nearly screamed, trying to glare daggers at
the Arabian man, but failing miserably.
"Master Quatre is looking forward to your visit Mr. Maxwell."
Duo sighed and slammed his door, locking the nearly defunct card-key
lock once again and following the tall man.
"Hey…" The shorter man said as he attempted to braid his hair, walk
and carry a suitcase. "How'd ya get your beard ta do that square
thingy?"
The Arabian man raised an eyebrow before grabbing the suitcase from
Duo and loading it into the back of the black limousine that would
soon bring him to the Winner Estate. The almost awake pilot nearly
bounced into the limo, diving onto the seat and resting his head
right… on someone's lap. Indigo eyes widened as he looked down to a
pair of corduroy covered legs, lifting his lazy gaze to the person's
face and drawing a long shuddering breath.
~ ~ ~
"Wu-Wufei is that you?" Duo said as he lifted his head from his old
partner's lap, bring his left hand behind his head and scratching his
head innocently.
"Yes Maxwell." His voice melted to a low tenor, more exotic than it
had been before. His hair had gotten a bit longer and wasn't held
back in the ever present, temple-tearing ponytail. The silken raven
locks fell over the boy's eyes, sculpted jaw, and right above his
broad shoulders. His almond shaped onyx eyes delved the boy now
sitting across from him and he almost smiled.
"Still all black Maxwell?"
"Of course! It makes me look good…" Duo stated with a large grin.
"Same old Maxwell…" Wufei said, a small smile rising at the corner of
his lips.
The braided, well, poorly braided boy, pulled the rubber-band from
his slovenly braid and flipped his hair forward over his face as he
continued to speak to the boy he hadn't seen in over twelve months.
Wufei had been unable to go on the last large mission, it had been
nearly a year and a half that Duo Maxwell had seen Wufei Chang, but
that was different for Wufei. He had seen the hidden object of his
affection almost everyday, the boy was constantly on the television,
or singing a new song. He had even considered purchasing the `Duo
Maxwell life-size' poster. The twenty-one year old had been idolized
from the moment the war was over.
"So what have you been up to Wu-Man?"
"Nothing really, but its obvious that you have, Maxwell."
Duo smiled genuinely at the kind statement from the usually stoic
boy.
"Well, what have you been doing, its been almost two years, ne?"
"I'm a professor at a Neo N. Y. U. in and I teach psychology and
sociology."
Duo blinked, flipping his hair back over his shoulders and began to
braid the throng of hair.
"Ho-Holy shit man, I didn't even know that… ya still ranting about
Justice and all?"
The Chinese man smirked, and nodded, onyx eyes peeling over the
Shinikami, his smirk almost morphing to a smile.
"Ya goin' to Quatre's too?"
"No, I was walking down the street and some man threw me into the
car, Rashid I think…"
Duo's eyes widened.
"R-Rashid threw you in the car?"
Wufei let a low chuckle escape from this throat.
"Maxwell no baka, you still, oh boy, of course I'm going to
Quatre's." Wufei said, still smiling.
"Wha? Wu! Ya finally got a sense of humor!!!"
The Chinese man nodded, his eyes focusing on his black leather snow
boots.
"So how's everything, kids, wife?"
Wufei cringed at that last statement, clenching his left hand into a
fist then slowly unclenching it. Duo watched in minor shock as this
happened, Wufei's finely contoured face bending in anger, or disgust,
or was that sadness?
"I-I have no one…" The Chinese man said solemnly, still admiring his
boots, then shooting a solid look at Duo, then back at his boots. The
American nearly shuddered then took a deep breath.
"Well, you and me are in the same boat, ya know?" Wufei blinked up
into large innocent Indigo eyes before smirking sadly and shaking his
head.
"No?"
"You can have whatever and whomever you want, but I never will. My
first love was my last love, and that is that."
Duo rocked back at this statement, shocked at the Chinese man and
what he had to say.
"H-How do you know? All I wanted was one person, and he left me,
broken, did you know that?" The braided pilot winced as he spoke,
jumping over to rant mode.
"I told that person that I loved them, and was rejected! My first
love!!! He left me before I really ever had him… and the person I
love now… that's another story…" Duo said, sighing unhappily and
leaning against the leather seats of the limo. An awkward silence
passed through the two, Wufei still staring down at the floor,
generally in shock, and Duo trembling slightly and toying with the
end of his braid.
"Hey, Wu-Man… you okay? Seems like we got a cone of silence over
here…" Duo said with a large smile, his indigo eyes seemingly
drifting to a darker amethyst color, and locking momentarily with
wide onyx.
"How do you do it Maxwell?"
"Do what?"
"Smile…"
The braided boy blinked, then smiled, slinking out of his seat and
sitting on the floor of the limo, wrapping his arms around his knees
and blinking back up to Wufei.
"If I don't, I cry."
~ ~ ~
Duo happily bounced out of the bathroom, a towel secure around his
waist and sat down on his bed. He looked to his feet and wiggled his
toes, happy that he could now feel them. Duo leaned over and clicked
on the lamp then bounced to his feet again to turn up the heat and
grab the remote to his television. On his way back to his bed Duo
picked up his jeans and a rubber band. Then sat down on his bed. The
pilot set his pants across his lap and gathered his long chestnut
hair in his hands and wrapped his four and a half-foot long hair into
a large and loose bun atop his head. Duo smiled and brushed some of
his wet bangs from his eyes, then reached into his pocket to retrieve
the invite from "The Winners". The man smiled broadly as he
impatiently tore open the envelope like a child opening a present on
Christmas. It read…
~
Duo Maxwell -
You have been cordially invited to the Bloom-Winner
estate for the coming Christmas holiday. We really hope that you can
come!!! Trowa and I are really looking forward to seeing all of the
group together again, and what we have in store for all of you will
be grand. We really hope you can make it Duo!!! Please, please,
please!? If you can, expect a limo outside of your apartment the day
after you let us know… and don't be late Duo… right… what am I
thinking! I'm only kidding!!! See you soon!!!
Lots of Love
Quatre Raberba Winner
&
Trinton Bloom (Trowa to you… baka)
P.S. Bring a suit if you have one, if you don't, its okay, we have
one for ya!!! - Q
Duo rose to his feet, dropping his pants back to the floor, to walk
over to his dresser. He gathered up all of his boxers and socks and
tossed them onto his bed. He grabbed a pair, the ones with the little
smiley faces and slipped them on. Duo walked over and then gathered
up some of his clothing. Which now consisted of some of the same
priests suits, black jeans, black cargo pants, black sweaters, tee
shirts, long sleeved shirts and socks. Duo still liked his black. The
pilot had grown significantly, now reaching 5'11" easily and weighing
generally more that 90lbs. More like 140lbs… of pure unadulterated
muscle. Duo fell to his knees and struggled to pull the massive
suitcase out from under his bed. The man grunted as he pulled out the
leather case with one large tug and a small triumphant huff.
"Jeez… that took me long enough!" Duo laughed to himself.
He stuffed all of the appropriate clothing that he could find into
the suitcase, pouting because he didn't have a tuxedo; he never
really needed one in the first place. Duo found himself straddling
the top of the case, struggling with the zipper over the immense
amount of clothing.
As the pilot finished that colossal feat, he tumbled down onto his
bed, exhausted from work and that heavy load.
~ ~ ~
An irritable buzzing woke the pilot who was spread haphazardly across
his bed. A muffle `one minute' was all Duo said as he lifted himself
up and slowly walked to the door. Nearly slamming his head against
the large oak slab that kept people out of his apartment, the man
cracked open one indigo eye, blinking at the sight of Rashid and
almost screaming.
"Mr. Maxwell, Master Quat--"
"Yah, I know, gimme a sec…" The braided, or rather, UN-braided boy
said as he slid into a pair of black slacks and the closest thing he
could find to a shirt, which was a black sweater vest. Rashid pounded
on the door again like an angry landlord wanting rent, making Duo
move even faster.
"Damn…" The rushing man said as he tied up his boots and slipped his
down jacket on. "The things I do for Quatre…"
Duo threw the door open, trying to glare at Rashid, then looking at
his watch.
"SIX THIRTY??!?!??!" He nearly screamed, trying to glare daggers at
the Arabian man, but failing miserably.
"Master Quatre is looking forward to your visit Mr. Maxwell."
Duo sighed and slammed his door, locking the nearly defunct card-key
lock once again and following the tall man.
"Hey…" The shorter man said as he attempted to braid his hair, walk
and carry a suitcase. "How'd ya get your beard ta do that square
thingy?"
The Arabian man raised an eyebrow before grabbing the suitcase from
Duo and loading it into the back of the black limousine that would
soon bring him to the Winner Estate. The almost awake pilot nearly
bounced into the limo, diving onto the seat and resting his head
right… on someone's lap. Indigo eyes widened as he looked down to a
pair of corduroy covered legs, lifting his lazy gaze to the person's
face and drawing a long shuddering breath.
~ ~ ~
"Wu-Wufei is that you?" Duo said as he lifted his head from his old
partner's lap, bring his left hand behind his head and scratching his
head innocently.
"Yes Maxwell." His voice melted to a low tenor, more exotic than it
had been before. His hair had gotten a bit longer and wasn't held
back in the ever present, temple-tearing ponytail. The silken raven
locks fell over the boy's eyes, sculpted jaw, and right above his
broad shoulders. His almond shaped onyx eyes delved the boy now
sitting across from him and he almost smiled.
"Still all black Maxwell?"
"Of course! It makes me look good…" Duo stated with a large grin.
"Same old Maxwell…" Wufei said, a small smile rising at the corner of
his lips.
The braided, well, poorly braided boy, pulled the rubber-band from
his slovenly braid and flipped his hair forward over his face as he
continued to speak to the boy he hadn't seen in over twelve months.
Wufei had been unable to go on the last large mission, it had been
nearly a year and a half that Duo Maxwell had seen Wufei Chang, but
that was different for Wufei. He had seen the hidden object of his
affection almost everyday, the boy was constantly on the television,
or singing a new song. He had even considered purchasing the `Duo
Maxwell life-size' poster. The twenty-one year old had been idolized
from the moment the war was over.
"So what have you been up to Wu-Man?"
"Nothing really, but its obvious that you have, Maxwell."
Duo smiled genuinely at the kind statement from the usually stoic
boy.
"Well, what have you been doing, its been almost two years, ne?"
"I'm a professor at a Neo N. Y. U. in and I teach psychology and
sociology."
Duo blinked, flipping his hair back over his shoulders and began to
braid the throng of hair.
"Ho-Holy shit man, I didn't even know that… ya still ranting about
Justice and all?"
The Chinese man smirked, and nodded, onyx eyes peeling over the
Shinikami, his smirk almost morphing to a smile.
"Ya goin' to Quatre's too?"
"No, I was walking down the street and some man threw me into the
car, Rashid I think…"
Duo's eyes widened.
"R-Rashid threw you in the car?"
Wufei let a low chuckle escape from this throat.
"Maxwell no baka, you still, oh boy, of course I'm going to
Quatre's." Wufei said, still smiling.
"Wha? Wu! Ya finally got a sense of humor!!!"
The Chinese man nodded, his eyes focusing on his black leather snow
boots.
"So how's everything, kids, wife?"
Wufei cringed at that last statement, clenching his left hand into a
fist then slowly unclenching it. Duo watched in minor shock as this
happened, Wufei's finely contoured face bending in anger, or disgust,
or was that sadness?
"I-I have no one…" The Chinese man said solemnly, still admiring his
boots, then shooting a solid look at Duo, then back at his boots. The
American nearly shuddered then took a deep breath.
"Well, you and me are in the same boat, ya know?" Wufei blinked up
into large innocent Indigo eyes before smirking sadly and shaking his
head.
"No?"
"You can have whatever and whomever you want, but I never will. My
first love was my last love, and that is that."
Duo rocked back at this statement, shocked at the Chinese man and
what he had to say.
"H-How do you know? All I wanted was one person, and he left me,
broken, did you know that?" The braided pilot winced as he spoke,
jumping over to rant mode.
"I told that person that I loved them, and was rejected! My first
love!!! He left me before I really ever had him… and the person I
love now… that's another story…" Duo said, sighing unhappily and
leaning against the leather seats of the limo. An awkward silence
passed through the two, Wufei still staring down at the floor,
generally in shock, and Duo trembling slightly and toying with the
end of his braid.
"Hey, Wu-Man… you okay? Seems like we got a cone of silence over
here…" Duo said with a large smile, his indigo eyes seemingly
drifting to a darker amethyst color, and locking momentarily with
wide onyx.
"How do you do it Maxwell?"
"Do what?"
"Smile…"
The braided boy blinked, then smiled, slinking out of his seat and
sitting on the floor of the limo, wrapping his arms around his knees
and blinking back up to Wufei.
"If I don't, I cry."
~ ~ ~