"New Years Resloutions" Chapter 2
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's wonderful character, they
are owned by some rich guy. Although I do own Angel and Madame Jessibelle.
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Duo appeared in the doorway of the large family room, carrying four packages under his arms. He was now dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a tee-shirt that read: 'Got Milk?'. Trowa stood to help him.
"I think I got it," he acknowledge Trowa's offer of help, "so hey where's Heero?"
His face changed to one of concern as he set the packages down under the tree.
"He said he had brought some gifts also," Quatre explained.
"So why didn't one of you go get them, he's not in any condition to go out alone," Duo wanted to scream but tried to refrain.
"It's okay. I can handle it," came a voice behind him. Turning around Duo looked at Heero, who stood with packages in hand. He was leaning against the frame. Duo ran over to him, taking the packages.
"Trowa take these," he ordered, handing them to Trowa who also walked over toward Heero. Turning back to Heero, "No you can't. Now let me help you."
In any other situation Heero could have easily brushed off Duo's request, if someone else has said it. Only when Duo says it, he can't seem to say no. Sliding Heero's arm around his shoulder, Duo pulled Heero close to him. He could smell the sweat of Heero's efforts. He only allowed Heero minimal movement as they walked over to a chair. Even if Heero's wounds weren't serious Duo didn't want to take any chances. Carefully he deposited Heero onto a small couch. Sitting on the floor in front of him, Duo looked under the large tree.
"Well now that we hey where's Wufei?" Duo asked looking around.
"He left last night," Quatre replied.
"Oh. Well let's open some presents," Duo laughed.
"Great!" Quatre cheered.
Heero couldn't hold back a smile as Duo greedily grabbed for presents that were headed his direction. 'I only hope he likes what I got him,' Heero sighed to himself. Three presents were deposited on the small sofa next to Heero. Three sat just in front of Duo's lap. While seven sat between Quatre and Trowa. Duo tore into the package nearest to him, only for an instant noticing it was from Trowa. As the paper became a rubble of scrap a box emerged. Pulling the tape the top flaps of the box popped open. Reaching in he searched through the peanuts and discovered something. Pulling it out his eyes feasted upon a smaller box that was decorated beautifully, with splashes of hues and gems of unimaginable colors. Opening the box he discovered a marble handled brush and comb, several ribbons of many different shades. His eyes glowed with delight. Heero looked on, deep in his stomach a feeling began to arise, fear. He was beginning to fear Duo wouldn't like his gift at all.
"Wow this is great! Thanks Trowa," Duo laughed.
"Glad you like it," Trowa replied looking up from a gift in his lap.
Duo grabbed the next one in his pile; again, the paper became a crumpled mess landing in a pile with other paper he had earlier discarded. He barely took the time to notice it was from Quatre looking at the tag for only a split second. A black object emerged from the paper. It was a laptop, opening it the laptop beeped to life. 'Wow I can't believe he got me this' Duo was shocked.
"Do you like it, I thought you might need a new one?" Quatre asked.
"Yeah it's cool. Heero has one I used. Now I have one of my own," Duo laughed happily.
"Good I am glad you like it," Quatre laughed.
Reaching for the final present Duo examined it more closely then he had all the rest. It was light, and upon reading the tag he saw it was from Heero. He became very excited. 'I'll bet it's something great!' He told himself in delight. Pulling at the paper pieced flew this way and that. A small box appeared in his lap. Opening the lid he discovered a piece of paper. It read, 'Look around.' He looked around the room only he didn't notice anything. Then out of the corner of his eyes he spotted something in a corner behind a statue. Looking over the object moved.
"Go get it!" Heero told him. Jumping up, Duo's jeans showed the wrinkles from the way he was sitting. He scurried over to it on his hands and feet like a small bug. His braid followed behind him.
"Oh cool!" he called as he reached down and picked it up. Walking back over to the others a noise could be heard coming from his cradled arms. Sitting back down he placed it in his lap. It was a small ball of fur.
"A cat?" Trowa asked.
"Yep, and she is beautiful," Duo marveled.
"What breed?" Quatre asked.
"Calico," Duo replied. Looking at it, the cat was mostly black; with white on her belly and under her chin, also on her paws; orange was spotted here and there, one was just above her cold wet nose.
"What are you going to call her?" Quatre asked.
Holding her up he examined her. "I'll call her Angel, cause I got her from my angel."
"Aw," Quatre sighed, "That's sweet."
Duo looked up at Heero as he gently pet his new friend. Heero turned to the three presents beside him. Reaching over he picked up the nearest one. Looking at it he noted the gift was from Quatre. He gently pulled the tape off freeing the paper; it unfolded from the box it incased. Lifting the lid Heero reached in and pulled out a small object. His eyes focused on it; he almost looked in a daze sitting there.
"Heero?" Duo asked touching his leg.
In Heero's hand was a clear crystal ball that glowed with the late morning sun.
"From everything I'd read about you, you seemed to like the darker side of life, so I asked someone I knew in the colonies who moved back to earth long before we came," Quatre explained.
"Who is that?" Trowa wondered.
"Madame Jessibelle," Quatre responded.
"Oh that crazy lady," Trowa sighed.
"She's not crazy, so you just be quiet," Quatre huffed.
"Sorry," Trowa apologized.
"Thanks," Heero's reply seemed distant to Duo. Setting it down, he reached for another gift. Pulling the tape away again the paper fell off the box inside. Duo picked up the paper and looked at the tag, it was from Trowa. Heero took the paper from him, also to look at the tag. Setting it aside he opened the box. He pulled out a CD-ROM.
"It's a program that will break any code," Trowa explained to all the shocked faces looking at him.
"Wow! You think of everything," Quatre said looking over at Trowa.
"Thanks," Heero thanked him. Looking at the last item next to him Heero knew it was from Duo. Picking the box up carefully he examined it closely.
"It's not a bomb," Duo laughed.
"I know, otherwise it would have gone boom," Heero remarked. Gently he pulled the paper it tore slowly. Finally he had freed whatever it hid. Looking at the box in his hand, he gently pulled the lid open.
"It's not going to bite," Duo again laughed. Heero continued without responding reaching in he fished through the peanuts to discover something. Pulling it out his eyes fell upon a small black velvet box. Duo quickly took the box from Heero's hand. Opening it he turned to Heero. A gold ban shined in the sunlight,
"This promise ring signifies my feelings for you, with this ring I promise to be by your side for all eternity," Duo sighed offering the ring to Heero. Heero stuck his hand out to Duo. Duo slid the ring on Heero's finger.
"Cool it fits," Duo sighed.
"That was amazing," Quatre sighed, "Wasn't it Trowa?"
"Yea it was," Trowa agreed.
Duo could feel himself blush. Heero leaned down and gently kissed the boy he loved so much. Releasing the boys' lips he took a breath.
"Thank you," he breathed quietly.
"Your welcome," Duo managed.
Looking over Duo noticed that while he and Heero were doing their presents and such that Quatre and Trowa had already opened theirs.
"Thanks Duo and Heero. Already thanked Trowa," Quatre thanked them for the presents.
"Yeah thanks Heero and Duo," Trowa also thanked them.
"So what do we do now," Duo asked petting Angel. Music started to play.
"Wanna dance?" Trowa asked Quatre
"Sure," Quatre responded standing up.
"Hey Heero wanna dance," Duo asked turning to Heero.
"Sure, if you leave Angel here," Heero replied with a smile.
'Oh how I love that smile,' Duo returned the smile.
