Title: Hideaway
Author: Kitt
Pairings: 4+5, 3+1, 2+?
Warnings: Yaoi, definate OOC, angst?
Comments: Can you tell I've had a bad day? C&C welcome and appreciated.
h.i.d.e.a.w.a.y.
o.n.e.
Duo sighed, watching a small piece of hair that had worked it's way out of his braid. He looked to the couch, where Trowa and Heero were snuggled. "Gods," Duo thought to himself. "Who woulda thought those two would be so great together." The last thought struck a bitter chord. He sighed again, and turned back to the television.
Quatre walked into the room and scowled at Duo. "Duo, you've been watching that TV for four hours straight. Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, you know."
Duo flashed a grin at Quatre. "No, it's a foolish consistency, Quat. And I guess you're right. I need to go check my Gundams schematics again, anyways. Tell me when dinner's ready!"
He walked from the room, and Quatre frowned. "Heero, did something seem wrong with Duo there?" Heero looked up from a lip lock with Trowa.
"Hn? Something wrong with Duo? Nothing's wrong with that baka."
Quatre shook his head. "Oh well..." He giggled as strong hands wrapped around his waist. "Fei-koi!"
Wufei smiled and put a chaste kiss on his lover's lips. "Come on Quatre, we have to start cooking dinner. You never know how much Maxwell will eat."
Quatre chuckled, and followed Wufei out, leaving the two on the couch.
Heero rose from Trowa's arms, and grabbed a book off the bookshelf.
"Ralph Waldo Emerson?" Trowa asked.
Heero just nodded, and flipped to an essay in the middle of the book. "...a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds."
Trowa's eye widened. "Duo...?"
Heero shrugged. "It could be a coincidence. Could be..."
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Duo walked up to his Gundam and sat on the foot. "Deathscythe ol' buddy, looks like it's just me and you. Of all people, I thought Trowa and Quat would get the hook up. I must really be a baka to think I had a chance..." He shook his head and sighed.
"Alone again. Seems like such a cliche'. Quatre's still trying to be nice, and spend time with me, but he's just trying to be polite to the loudmouth idiot." This came out as a growl.
"Then he always is sending glances to Wufei. Do I really annoy people that much? I wonder what would happen if they knew it was all a cover." He jumped up to his cockpit, and grabbed a book.
"Oi...even these so called tragic heroes have a better life than I. Gods, I wonder what the others would think if they knew my past. Not hard to hide though..." His jokers mask now completely shattered as he slid down on the ground by Deathscythe's foot. "I am Death. It is better that they not get close to me I guess. At least they can't get hurt this way." He shook his head and opened the book, finding it easy to slip into a different world, where things could be easily solved, and certain blue eyed princes still existed.
t.b.c.
Author: Kitt
Pairings: 4+5, 3+1, 2+?
Warnings: Yaoi, definate OOC, angst?
Comments: Can you tell I've had a bad day? C&C welcome and appreciated.
h.i.d.e.a.w.a.y.
o.n.e.
Duo sighed, watching a small piece of hair that had worked it's way out of his braid. He looked to the couch, where Trowa and Heero were snuggled. "Gods," Duo thought to himself. "Who woulda thought those two would be so great together." The last thought struck a bitter chord. He sighed again, and turned back to the television.
Quatre walked into the room and scowled at Duo. "Duo, you've been watching that TV for four hours straight. Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, you know."
Duo flashed a grin at Quatre. "No, it's a foolish consistency, Quat. And I guess you're right. I need to go check my Gundams schematics again, anyways. Tell me when dinner's ready!"
He walked from the room, and Quatre frowned. "Heero, did something seem wrong with Duo there?" Heero looked up from a lip lock with Trowa.
"Hn? Something wrong with Duo? Nothing's wrong with that baka."
Quatre shook his head. "Oh well..." He giggled as strong hands wrapped around his waist. "Fei-koi!"
Wufei smiled and put a chaste kiss on his lover's lips. "Come on Quatre, we have to start cooking dinner. You never know how much Maxwell will eat."
Quatre chuckled, and followed Wufei out, leaving the two on the couch.
Heero rose from Trowa's arms, and grabbed a book off the bookshelf.
"Ralph Waldo Emerson?" Trowa asked.
Heero just nodded, and flipped to an essay in the middle of the book. "...a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds."
Trowa's eye widened. "Duo...?"
Heero shrugged. "It could be a coincidence. Could be..."
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Duo walked up to his Gundam and sat on the foot. "Deathscythe ol' buddy, looks like it's just me and you. Of all people, I thought Trowa and Quat would get the hook up. I must really be a baka to think I had a chance..." He shook his head and sighed.
"Alone again. Seems like such a cliche'. Quatre's still trying to be nice, and spend time with me, but he's just trying to be polite to the loudmouth idiot." This came out as a growl.
"Then he always is sending glances to Wufei. Do I really annoy people that much? I wonder what would happen if they knew it was all a cover." He jumped up to his cockpit, and grabbed a book.
"Oi...even these so called tragic heroes have a better life than I. Gods, I wonder what the others would think if they knew my past. Not hard to hide though..." His jokers mask now completely shattered as he slid down on the ground by Deathscythe's foot. "I am Death. It is better that they not get close to me I guess. At least they can't get hurt this way." He shook his head and opened the book, finding it easy to slip into a different world, where things could be easily solved, and certain blue eyed princes still existed.
t.b.c.