"Thoughts And Feelings" Chapter 1
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I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's wonderful character, they
are owned by some rich guy.
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Ringing the bell Duo shifted nervously from his left foot to his right, causing his long braid to spay gently against his back. The brown hair clashed with his light blue shirt. His bangs jumped over his forehead to land just above his large violet eyes. The large door before him opened. An older man stood looking upon him. Duo flashed him a quick smile. While the man eyed him suspiciously.
"I'm Duo Maxwell," Duo smiled. The man continued his stare. "I'm here to visit Quatre Winner," he explained as to why he was standing at the mansion door.
"A minute sir," the older gentleman spoke with a southern drawl Duo found unidentifiable. The butler turned and spoke quickly to a younger gentleman, who was still older than Duo. The young servant hurried from the doorway into the depths of the house. Clouds rolled over the sky, over Duo's head. The young servant soon reappeared and spoke at length with the butler. The butler turned back to Duo and gestured him in. Duo walked through the large archway entering the mansion.
"Duo!" a voice called out to him. Looking ahead Duo caught sight of a boy with platinum blond hair, who stood just shorter then himself. His eyes a bright blue that bounced happily at seeing his friend. Soon Duo found himself enwrapped in two soft arms. "You came."
"Sure, you invited me so I took you up on the offer," Duo smiled returning the hug.
"Trowa went out to the store," the boy told him.
"Oh, I didn't know Trowa was coming here," Duo thought out loud.
"I invited all four of you, didn't I," the boy told him.
"Even Heero?" Duo spoke before he thought.
"Yeah I invited him right before you," a smile crossed the boy's face.
"Why are you smiling like that Quatre?" Duo eyed him suspiciously.
"No reason, you just had this gleam in your eyes when you said his name," Quatre continued to smile.
"That's insane, why would I act like that. We were barely friends. He never returned my favors or even said thank you. He is so cold how could anyone like him, the perfect solider," Duo said the end with sarcasm.
"Oh there is something there," Quatre drew out.
"What?? You are crazy! I can't stand that boy," Duo almost screamed.
"Quatre is not crazy," a voice said behind Duo. Quatre's face lit up and he ran around Duo into the arms of a boy their age. He was taller then both he and Quatre. His arms and legs were lanky as he slid them around the blond. His dirt brown hair done in a strange style, it hung over his right eye concealing it completely.
"Trowa, he doesn't mean that. He's just avoiding the truth," Quatre told the boy looking into the face above him.
"Oh," Trowa spoke shortly.
"He won't admit that there is something deep inside that feels something for another pilot," Quatre explained to a question that wasn't asked.
"Oh you mean Heero," Trowa responded.
"You too," Duo's jaw dropped, "What are you two thinking? No one could like that boy, he's so cold."
"You're right," Trowa said looking at Quatre who hugged his hip.
"Told you," Quatre taunted.
"Whatever, you both a very wrong," Duo continued with his stubborn thoughts.
"Well see," Trowa spoke handing the bags he carried to one of the servants standing near them.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Duo eyed him.
"Nothing," Trowa said looking back down at Quatre. Quatre looked up at him and smiled, as if a silent agreement was made between them. Duo looked on his eyes wide as he had been left out of this agreement.
"Come on I'll show you around," Quatre said to him leaving Trowa's side.
"Okay," Duo spoke slowly still unsure. After someone took Duo's bags, Quatre started down the hall. Duo took step in behind him and headed down a dimly lit hallway.
