Title: Boredomius Extremius and the Cures
Warnings: Strong language and gay pilots (To put it simply.)
Disclaimer: I don´t own any of the Gundam Pilots, so don't get any twisted ideas. Duos Pikachu plushie is, however, mine.
"DUOOOOOOOOO!" Heero bellowed from somewhere inside the house, his voice boomed through the air in the early morning – it couldn't have been any more than four am.
Duo opened one eye sleepily, peering out from under his braid, which was falling over his face. He didn't consider getting up one bit, and snuggled deeper into the blanket.
"DUO! GET HERE, NOW!" He sounded pissed as ever, but Duo was having a great dream that he did NOT want to wake up from. It involved a slightly more –calm- Heero. Duo snickered to himself and turned to his side, shutting out the dim gray morning light from view.
"He'll wake Quatre up, no doubt.." Duo mumbled, laughing on the inside. He didn't know that the whole lot of them was downstairs, angry as hell, and letting Heero do the screaming.
"Where is that shit.." Heero muttered, standing at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed over his bare chest.
"He won't wake up, because he's WEAK!" Wufei shouted.
"Now now..I'm sure he can explain" whimpered Quatre, glomping Trowa, who was wearing a blank expression of boredom.
"WEAK! INJUSTICE!" Wufei chanted, earning a wallop from Quatre. Heero tapped his fingers on his scarred arm, glaring up the dark stairs, and finally snapped.
"That's IT! I'm going up there, getting the asshole down, and he's got major explaining to do" Heero growled, causing Quatre to hide behind Trowa once more. Trowa rolled his eyes and patted Quatres soft blonde hair. Wufei just looked disgusted at them both.
"Gay lords…" he mumbled.
"Yes Wufei. I enjoy sexual intercourse with men. Get used to it." Trowa said in his all-is-calm voice. Wufei went back to his mumblings of 'weak- ness of you all'.
Quatre peeked his head out from behind Trowa; his nose was twitching in an unusual way.
"What did Duo do, anyway?" he questioned timidly. Wufei frowned deeply, but Trowa remained indifferent and blank-faced.
"Well, you know how we were going to get out of this hell hole today?" Wufei sneered angrily.
"Yop!" Quatre replied, grinning widely, "I can't wait." The poor Arabian didn't suspect a thing.
"We're not." Trowa stated blankly.
Quatres eyes immediately filled up with glassy tears, and his cheeks went pale. He had barely survived it here so far, and all they were here for was essentially to lend a helping hand to the starving. The colony they were on was one of the most horrid slum areas in existence. Rats and dying felines ran across the streets, garbage and waste littered the cracked streets, and an atmosphere of smog hung over the high rise buildings in the city, not contrasting much with the black of the walls. It was constantly filled with noise, screams and gunshots, the smell of rotten blood and bodies ensnared their nostrils. It really was a hellhole.
Quatre whimpered and started crying loudly into Trowa's shirt, and the tall boy sighed unhappily, both for his own state, and Quatres.
Wufei blinked at the crying Quatre, and muttered quietly under his breath "weak."
Sniffling a few times, blinking back his tears, Quatre continued his interrogation. "But whyyyy?" he whined in a childish voice, making Wufei want to hit something.
"Because that WEAK imbecile changed the code." Wufei snarled, getting a nod from Trowa. Quatre just blinked, confused again.
"What..code?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side, blinking in that way he always did when he wanted to look charmingly stupid. Wufei slapped a hand to his forehead and dragged it down his face, which was now beet- red.
"The. Code. Quatre." he muttered, twisting his hair between his fingers in agitation. His hands balled into fists as he glared at the unsuspecting Sandrock pilot. Only a warning look from Trowa kept him from attacking Quatre full out.
"See that door, over there?" Trowa said, pointing to the front door. No one could possibly miss it, even Quatre.
"Yes.." Quatre muttered, now feeling stupid that he didn't know what they were on about.
"It's steered by a code, so we don't need to keep track of the key. It's a security measure, ok?" Trowa went on, and Quatre turned redder by the minute.
"I get it I get it…" he said, pouting slightly. Wufei sighed loudly, looking as if he would explode any second from now. Trowa went on in a pre- school teacher voice.
"Well Duo, for a laugh I suppose, changed that precious 20 digit code yesterday before he went to sleep, to be annoying as usual perhaps."
It dawned on Quatre, about time too. "Ooooooh.."
Wufei and Trowa both nodded slowly as if they had just managed to make an epileptic child read, and didn't want to ruin the moment. A sulky look appeared on Quatres face
"He forgot the code, didn't he."
"Yup."
"Probably."
"We were due to leave an hour ago, the shuttle is already gone."
Another pout from Quatre.
"Heero just realized that it was Duo who had messed with the code, he remembered Duo wandering off yesterday, snickering as usual, and that's why he shouted." Trowa explained, and Wufei twisted his hair so fiercely around his finger that some of the strands broke off.
Quatre had by now cheered up considerably. Call another shuttle, get home a few hours later, all is good! With that thought in his mind, he got up quite suddenly, and pranced off into the kitchen to make some hot cocoa or the like.
"Reckon we should tell him they only check the cabinets once a month?"
"Nah, it'd break him completely."
With that, they nodded, sighed, and went back to staring at cracks in the table, while Quatre bustled around in the kitchen as if all was going to be solved.
It was going to be a long month.
Meanwhile, Heero had gotten sick and tired of lecturing a probably not listening Duo from the bottom of the stairs and had bounded up like an angry bear.
Only to meet a second barrier.
Why had they given Duo the room with the lock?
"DUO! You get your lazy self out of there before I personally break the door down and shove it up your royal ass!" Heero shouted himself hoarse at Duo, who was musing over how long he could keep this going.
"You do that, ol' boy." he chirped in reply.
"DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU HAVE –DONE-!?" Heero screeched from outside the door, positively barking mad by now.
Duo blinked a couple of times, thought this through and sat up, pondering.
"Ehhh.." he scratched the bridge of his nose with a finger and smiled broadly at the door. "Nope?"
Heero collapsed with his back against the door, clawing at his hair. The sheer mock stupidity of Duo always got on his nerves. Sure, he was hilarious at times, but the annoyance drove Heero up the wall. Up the wall, Heero style, meant a long session of grumpy-ness or endless hollering, depending on what mood he was in.
"Duo," he began calmly, his lips were crossed by a blank smile reflecting some odd form of partial insanity ", and you have just ensured that our stay in this inhospitable joke of an environment is lengthened by a month or so. –PLEASE- come downstairs so Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, and I can all congratulate you on your achievement."
"Heehee" Duo grinned from ear to ear, and that's exactly where what Heero had just said went. In one ear, out the other. He threw himself down onto the bed, spreading his arms and stretching.
"Yah, when's the shuttle coming?" He asked casually, staring up at the ceiling in boredom. Heero almost had a fit.
"It's. Not. Coming. Thanks. To. You. Duo." He managed to croak.
Duo, who had been waving his arms around like the bored teenager he was, froze up.
"Hahaha?"
"No."
"Eeee.."
"Exactly."
The door opened, and a petrified Duo stood there in his boxers and his braid completely messed up. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was barely visible, scrunched up into a tiny –thing- Heero looked at him with tired eyes.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!" Duo screamed, running in circles in the doorway. NOW the panic struck him. He latched onto Heeros leg, and the perfect soldier crossed his arms over his chest again as his fellow pilot twitched against his leg.
"Are you quite done yet?" He looked down at Duo, who stared back up with huge eyes.
"Eeee…"
"Too bad." Heero started walking out of the room with Duo still attached to his leg. It was a tiring walk, stiff as a robot and completely unbalanced.
"Eeeeee…" was all that came from the I-just-realized-I'm-doomed pilot on his leg.
" –Eee- to you too." Heero muttered, holding onto the stair railing.
A little too loosely.
"Ah! Duo, off! DUO!"
"Eeeeee!!!"
And with that, they both toppled down the stairs, Duo latched onto Heeros leg as he tumbled the few meters down and landed in a small heap on the floor, groaning.
"Eeee…ee…eeee.." came from Duo as he tried to regain focus with his eyes. Looking up, he saw a pissy looking Trowa, a hellish Wufei, and a smiling Quatre peering down at him. With great effort, Heero unlatched him from his leg, and joined the group of spectators.
"Duo."
"You are sooooo wea-"
"WANT SOME WAFFLES?" Quatre cut in, holding up a plate of the sweet smelling dough. Forgetting all about Trowa, Wufei, Heero, and the prospect of being stuck there for another month, Duo grinned back and jumped up, skipping off giddily with an unsuspecting Quatre to eat breakfast as if nothing had happened.
"WHY does he always do that?!" Wufei snarled.
Heero shrugged "No clue."
"It's a conspiracy." Trowa added.
"INJUST-"
In seconds, Wufei had two hands clamped over his mouth, and staying like that, they went over to join Duo and Quatre for breakfast. Seeing the braided, messy-haired, giddy little pilot munch away at waffles at four am, wearing nothing but oddly patterned boxers and his cap, made it hard to stay angry at Duo. Through a mouthful of waffle, Duo stated:
"Gooooood morning inhabitants, and welcome, to the greatest, the coolest, the..somethingsomethingsomethingest…WAFFLE RACE!"
He picked up a waffle, and tossed it into the air, batting it over to Trowa with his free hand. Trowa batted it back with ease. It went to Heero, who clenched his fist over the soggy dough, squishing some of it between his fingers like slime.
"Duo."
"Yop?"
"Shut up." Ending with a dangerous sound in his voice, Heero raised a while plate of waffles eye level with Duo. Duo sweat dropped and grinned falsely.
SPLAT!
A waffle dribbled itself off his face, clinging to his hair with sticky syrup.
The lot remained silent, Quatre stared, as did Wufei and Trowa. Heero… well he just glared.
Duo pouted childishly, sat cross-legged on his chair and whined.
"That's not faaaaaaaaaaaair…" before attacking another waffle as if having his breakfast stuck to his face didn't really register with him much.
The remaining four looked at each other with a sense of giving up in their eyes and sighed in unison. Duo looked up, smiling. He'd won again, and he knew it.
"Hn?"
"Enjoy breakfast, Duo." Heero said, knotting his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. Duo grinned widely, flicked Heero's nose with his fork and battled with the waffle once more.
Quatre started giggling.
Wufei snorted with laughter.
Trowas lip curled into an unusual smile.
Heero shook his head, smiling.
And Duo, covered in breakfast, stuck his tongue out at them all.
Four hours later, 8 am, the city had awoken into an earthquake of noise and catastrophe. The disastrous colony greeted its faulty dawn with an explosion of smog and racket. The pilots were seated around the small kitchen table.
Bored.
Duo was the first to whine.
"Heeroooo..I'm bored," he lamented, and Heero clawed at his face again, obviously not wanting to hear a voice.
"Go do something then." he snapped in return, angry over Duos code changing phase last night.
"You complain, weak!" hissed Wufei, having received and extra bout of his faultfinding ways during the last few days.
All of them were propped up on their elbows except Duo, staring blankly at each other's faces, seeing nothing at all. Duo waved a hand in front of the normally giddy Quatre's face and got a long blank stare in response. Duo sighed and bashed his head on the table a couple of times, bored out of his mind.
Until he spotted the CD-player.
"Hey…anyone up for dancing?" he asked out of the blue, fingering the buttons delicately.
Heero, Trowa, and Wufei all stared at him as if he was insane, -dancing- at such a time. | He's way too happy| Heero thought to himself, giving Duo an invisible death glare as the God of Death pushed a few buttons here and there, adjusting the tuning carefully until he found some decent music.
"Squee!" exclaimed Quatre, clapping his hands. The Arabian still didn't know he was stuck here for a month, he thought it merely to be a day or so.
Duo grinned mischievously and with a leap was up on the table.
"Watch me -dance-, BWAHA!" he shouted, and started swinging his hips and stomach in his own form of a belly dance, which he did surprisingly well, earning the stare of Wufei too. Quatre laughed gleefully, Trowa raised an eyebrow interestedly, and Heero… he lost himself for a moment, and drooled slightly. Duo saw this and grinned to himself, continuing his erotic dance.
"Duo… table will break… get… get…" Heero faltered, eyes fixed on Duo's ass.
"Table will what?" Duo asked, grinning deviously, taking care to swing his ass in Heeros direction.
"Nevermind…" Heero murmured, but quickly caught himself. "Eh… I mean…" He quickly regained his angry and serious tone of voice "The table will break, Duo, get OFF!" gives him a weak glare.
Duo smirks and skips off the table, stepping on Heeros knee to get down, caressing his hand against Heeros cheek before sitting cross-legged on his chair again, smiling in Heeros general direction.
Heero just drooled a slight bit more; unaware that Wufei and Quatre are both watching him, snorting with laughter (thought in Trowas case that would be a –almost smile-) Quatre had fallen backwards of his chair, and muffled sounds of laughter could be heard from him.
"Heeeeerooo.." Duo waved his hand in front of drool-face.
"Huh?"
Duo grins and flicks Heeros nose again.
"Nothin'"
"Weakli-"
"SHUT UP WUFEI!"
"Fine fine, be that way… wea-..eh…nothing."
"How am I going to SURVIVE a month of this hell.." Heero said, a little too loudly. The laughter that came from Quatre stopped, and he peered over the edge of the table, only his hair and eyes were showing.
"Repeat that, please.." he said in a whimpering voice, digging his nails into the tabletop.
"Oh..right..we haven't told you yet.." Heero said casually, and Duo sweat dropped, giving Quatre a fake grin that obviously had no effect on the torn pilot.
"One month, eh?" He whispered, going paler by the minute, his lower lip quivered as it always did just before he erupted into tears. Trowa braced himself, knowing he'd be hugged to death as Quatre tried to –regain- himself. Very correct. A few seconds later, Quatre was crying at the decibel level of an elephants trumpeting, sobbing into Trowas shirt. Trowa rubbed Quatre's back gently, trying to calm him down best he could.
"It's ok Quatre, we've got enough supplies to survive."
"No we don't!"
"WUFEI!" All three retorted, and Quatre just cried harder.
"We can… um… " Duo was an expert at cheering people up, but apparently today, the skill failed him somewhat. He resorted to stare glumly at the weeping Sandrock pilot along with the rest of them. Like had been said already, it was going to be an unusually long month.
They had dragged through the day, mostly doing nothing. Staring at unusual lines in the roof, or counting fluff balls under the sofa, things to that extent.
Now the house was silent, the large bedroom the all shared was like it was in outer space, nothing moved or stirred, you could only hear your own thoughts. The army-like beds were in the four corners of the room, each with a small table and faded lamp at its side. Trowa was on his stomach, one arm dangling down the side of the bed, sleeping soundly. Wufei was rigid and stiff in his bed, and looked much like a porcelain doll would with his pale face and tightly braided hair. A frowning porcelain doll. It wouldn't surprise anyone if suddenly he started chanting about injustice.
Duo, on the other hand, was curled up in a corner of his bed, shivering from cold. His blanket had long since slid off him onto the floor, and his pillow didn't offer much in itself. He hugged his knees to his chest, trying to regain some warmth.
Heero watched him from across the room, pondering whether or not to just ignore him and fall asleep. But he looked so pathetic over there, frail and thin, cuddling up against a meager pillow, that even Heeros cold heart thawed a bit. He carefully sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair and rubbing his eyes. He pulled his own blanket over his shoulders and stuffed his pillow under his arm, tip-toeing over to Duo's bed. Fetching the dropped blanket from the floor, he lay down next to Duo, brushing a wisp of the Americans fringe away with his hand, watching him sleep for a few seconds | Ah…he'll forget it as soon as he's been up for a few minutes…enjoy it while I can…WHAT AM I SAYING!? Pft..| He smiled at the sleeping face in front of his, only a few centimeters away. He could feel Duo's warm breath against his cheek. Then he pulled both blankets over both of them, and snuggled up close to Duo, letting the sleeping boy cuddle against his chest.
Duo stopped shivering.
He smiled happily to himself, nestled close against Heeros bare skin.
And they both fell into a deep slumber.
Duo woke up before Heero the next day, and having had the most comfortable sleep he'd had in a long time, with Heero accompanying him all the way through it, pretended to be asleep. Heero opened his left eye sleepily, looking down at Duo who was still close to his chest, snoozing quietly. It was very early in the morning, and it was still fairly gray outside. Quatre and Trowa were still asleep, but Wufei and left, probably grossed out at Duo's and Heero's weakness of not being able to keep their own body warmth, or something of the like. He chuckled slightly, thinking of Wufei who was probably down in the kitchen, hatching some devious plot to make himself ruler of the world – actions to that extent.
"Heero?" A quiet voice came from his chest.
"Yop…" he responded in the same hushed voice. He was hugged tightly by Duo, who was grinning so widely his face might stick that way. Heero braced himself for one of Duo's typical embarrassing comments. He was surprised when Duo said nothing more than…
"Thanks."
…and closed his eyes again, tickling Heero slightly with his lashes. Heero sighed contently, and he too drifted back into the world of dreams and sleep.
Many hours later, Heero awakened alone in the room. Trowa and Quatre were gone, their beds neatly made as usual, and his own bed in the other end of the room was neatly done up too, with the covers straight and everything. He was still in Duo's bed, curled up between the covers. Duo had apparently made his way down too, probably to get a taste of Quatres waffles – the smell drifted up to Heeros nose. Waffles and syrup. –Lots- of syrup. But before he could pull his lazy self out of bed and topple down the stairs for breakfast, a fully dressed and showered Duo bounced happily into the room with a wide grin on his face, carrying a try stuffed with waffles. He looked as if he was going to drop it at any moment, and Heero hoped and prayed that Trowa had passed on some of his acrobatic skills to the giddy teen.
"HEEEEERRROOOOOO!!" Duo shouted loudly as he literally bounced over with the tray, spilling a bit of syrup onto Heeros nose.
"Hn." Heero grunted, still slightly grumpy and with sleep in his eyes. Duo set the tray down clumsily on the edge of the little table, and sprawled onto the bed, sitting cross-legged at its foot.
"Guess whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat." he beamed, and shoved a waffle up Heeros mouth to keep him from looking so sour.
"Hmph?" was what Heero managed to reply through mouthfuls of dough and syrup, all dribbling down his front and making his chest sticky with sugar.
"I found a way to get out!" Duo explained, and grinned even wider. "It involves a whole lot of explosives… If I can find any. Otherwise… well we're still doomed."
Heero rolled his eyes at this ridiculous plan. Explosives? Here? Not a chance. Top security and safety in these small houses. Explosives weren't on their list of facilities.
"Or just… not…" Duo's face fell for a few seconds, but Heero dismissed it with a shrug, and Duo's face lit up again.
"Oh well!" he said, and spotted the syrup dribbling down Heeros front.
"Tasty…" he leant forward slightly, and with the expertise of a cat, licked the sugar gently off Heeros chest, causing 01 to drool slightly himself. Duo wiped some excess sugar from his lips and grinned evil-ish-ly down at Heero who quickly snapped out of his trance and glared back.
"Piss off so I can change, will you!? Go and act as emotional support for Quatre or something…the kid is totally cracking up."
Duo put on a moic scene and stalked out of the room, hand over his eyes and pretending to be shattered.
"Fine! Care not for me, oh Romeo, for thou doth not thinketh that I am worthy of your love and…um…eh.." he snapped around with a dazed (or thoughtful, cant really tell) expression on his face.
"Oi…what´s the next line again" he said, grinning stupidly (or was it evil- ish-ly? Once again, no-one is to know)
Heero cleared his throat and continued "And thou ha- HEY! I´m not taking part in your idiotic play…thing!"
Duo´s face lit up "Plaything, eh?" he chuckled evily, "plaything…"
Heero, with a mouth full of breakfast, gave him a cold hard glare that clearly as glass stated ´don´t even THINK about it, Maxwell´ and Duo backed out of the room, bowing.
"Yes, oh master, I shalt retreat to my humble abode of downstairs to await your next order" he chirped and slowly, carefully shut the door, just avoiding a waffle that came splattering onto the door.
"OoOoOoOo..good aim..very good.." he grinned and hopped down the stairs, grabbing a long sheet of paper from the stair railing. All over it was scribbled in thick ink pen a lot of weird things amongst normal ones, a cure for a sickness that would soon hit them all.
Boredomius Extremius.
But Duo was prepared, with his long, seemingly neverending list and his Pikachu doll which he snatched off his bed when he escaped the waffle wars of an early morning Heero.
"It´s ok, Pikachu," shifty eyes, " We will NEVER give in to Boredomius Extremius." He squashed the Pika doll until it made soft ´pfuiiii' sound (AND looked dead). Satisfied, he plonked himself down on the kitchen table to prepare himself and Pika for the day ahead with a serious expression on his face as he set to adding to his long list of cures for Boredomius Extremius.
Warnings: Strong language and gay pilots (To put it simply.)
Disclaimer: I don´t own any of the Gundam Pilots, so don't get any twisted ideas. Duos Pikachu plushie is, however, mine.
"DUOOOOOOOOO!" Heero bellowed from somewhere inside the house, his voice boomed through the air in the early morning – it couldn't have been any more than four am.
Duo opened one eye sleepily, peering out from under his braid, which was falling over his face. He didn't consider getting up one bit, and snuggled deeper into the blanket.
"DUO! GET HERE, NOW!" He sounded pissed as ever, but Duo was having a great dream that he did NOT want to wake up from. It involved a slightly more –calm- Heero. Duo snickered to himself and turned to his side, shutting out the dim gray morning light from view.
"He'll wake Quatre up, no doubt.." Duo mumbled, laughing on the inside. He didn't know that the whole lot of them was downstairs, angry as hell, and letting Heero do the screaming.
"Where is that shit.." Heero muttered, standing at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed over his bare chest.
"He won't wake up, because he's WEAK!" Wufei shouted.
"Now now..I'm sure he can explain" whimpered Quatre, glomping Trowa, who was wearing a blank expression of boredom.
"WEAK! INJUSTICE!" Wufei chanted, earning a wallop from Quatre. Heero tapped his fingers on his scarred arm, glaring up the dark stairs, and finally snapped.
"That's IT! I'm going up there, getting the asshole down, and he's got major explaining to do" Heero growled, causing Quatre to hide behind Trowa once more. Trowa rolled his eyes and patted Quatres soft blonde hair. Wufei just looked disgusted at them both.
"Gay lords…" he mumbled.
"Yes Wufei. I enjoy sexual intercourse with men. Get used to it." Trowa said in his all-is-calm voice. Wufei went back to his mumblings of 'weak- ness of you all'.
Quatre peeked his head out from behind Trowa; his nose was twitching in an unusual way.
"What did Duo do, anyway?" he questioned timidly. Wufei frowned deeply, but Trowa remained indifferent and blank-faced.
"Well, you know how we were going to get out of this hell hole today?" Wufei sneered angrily.
"Yop!" Quatre replied, grinning widely, "I can't wait." The poor Arabian didn't suspect a thing.
"We're not." Trowa stated blankly.
Quatres eyes immediately filled up with glassy tears, and his cheeks went pale. He had barely survived it here so far, and all they were here for was essentially to lend a helping hand to the starving. The colony they were on was one of the most horrid slum areas in existence. Rats and dying felines ran across the streets, garbage and waste littered the cracked streets, and an atmosphere of smog hung over the high rise buildings in the city, not contrasting much with the black of the walls. It was constantly filled with noise, screams and gunshots, the smell of rotten blood and bodies ensnared their nostrils. It really was a hellhole.
Quatre whimpered and started crying loudly into Trowa's shirt, and the tall boy sighed unhappily, both for his own state, and Quatres.
Wufei blinked at the crying Quatre, and muttered quietly under his breath "weak."
Sniffling a few times, blinking back his tears, Quatre continued his interrogation. "But whyyyy?" he whined in a childish voice, making Wufei want to hit something.
"Because that WEAK imbecile changed the code." Wufei snarled, getting a nod from Trowa. Quatre just blinked, confused again.
"What..code?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side, blinking in that way he always did when he wanted to look charmingly stupid. Wufei slapped a hand to his forehead and dragged it down his face, which was now beet- red.
"The. Code. Quatre." he muttered, twisting his hair between his fingers in agitation. His hands balled into fists as he glared at the unsuspecting Sandrock pilot. Only a warning look from Trowa kept him from attacking Quatre full out.
"See that door, over there?" Trowa said, pointing to the front door. No one could possibly miss it, even Quatre.
"Yes.." Quatre muttered, now feeling stupid that he didn't know what they were on about.
"It's steered by a code, so we don't need to keep track of the key. It's a security measure, ok?" Trowa went on, and Quatre turned redder by the minute.
"I get it I get it…" he said, pouting slightly. Wufei sighed loudly, looking as if he would explode any second from now. Trowa went on in a pre- school teacher voice.
"Well Duo, for a laugh I suppose, changed that precious 20 digit code yesterday before he went to sleep, to be annoying as usual perhaps."
It dawned on Quatre, about time too. "Ooooooh.."
Wufei and Trowa both nodded slowly as if they had just managed to make an epileptic child read, and didn't want to ruin the moment. A sulky look appeared on Quatres face
"He forgot the code, didn't he."
"Yup."
"Probably."
"We were due to leave an hour ago, the shuttle is already gone."
Another pout from Quatre.
"Heero just realized that it was Duo who had messed with the code, he remembered Duo wandering off yesterday, snickering as usual, and that's why he shouted." Trowa explained, and Wufei twisted his hair so fiercely around his finger that some of the strands broke off.
Quatre had by now cheered up considerably. Call another shuttle, get home a few hours later, all is good! With that thought in his mind, he got up quite suddenly, and pranced off into the kitchen to make some hot cocoa or the like.
"Reckon we should tell him they only check the cabinets once a month?"
"Nah, it'd break him completely."
With that, they nodded, sighed, and went back to staring at cracks in the table, while Quatre bustled around in the kitchen as if all was going to be solved.
It was going to be a long month.
Meanwhile, Heero had gotten sick and tired of lecturing a probably not listening Duo from the bottom of the stairs and had bounded up like an angry bear.
Only to meet a second barrier.
Why had they given Duo the room with the lock?
"DUO! You get your lazy self out of there before I personally break the door down and shove it up your royal ass!" Heero shouted himself hoarse at Duo, who was musing over how long he could keep this going.
"You do that, ol' boy." he chirped in reply.
"DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU HAVE –DONE-!?" Heero screeched from outside the door, positively barking mad by now.
Duo blinked a couple of times, thought this through and sat up, pondering.
"Ehhh.." he scratched the bridge of his nose with a finger and smiled broadly at the door. "Nope?"
Heero collapsed with his back against the door, clawing at his hair. The sheer mock stupidity of Duo always got on his nerves. Sure, he was hilarious at times, but the annoyance drove Heero up the wall. Up the wall, Heero style, meant a long session of grumpy-ness or endless hollering, depending on what mood he was in.
"Duo," he began calmly, his lips were crossed by a blank smile reflecting some odd form of partial insanity ", and you have just ensured that our stay in this inhospitable joke of an environment is lengthened by a month or so. –PLEASE- come downstairs so Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, and I can all congratulate you on your achievement."
"Heehee" Duo grinned from ear to ear, and that's exactly where what Heero had just said went. In one ear, out the other. He threw himself down onto the bed, spreading his arms and stretching.
"Yah, when's the shuttle coming?" He asked casually, staring up at the ceiling in boredom. Heero almost had a fit.
"It's. Not. Coming. Thanks. To. You. Duo." He managed to croak.
Duo, who had been waving his arms around like the bored teenager he was, froze up.
"Hahaha?"
"No."
"Eeee.."
"Exactly."
The door opened, and a petrified Duo stood there in his boxers and his braid completely messed up. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was barely visible, scrunched up into a tiny –thing- Heero looked at him with tired eyes.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!" Duo screamed, running in circles in the doorway. NOW the panic struck him. He latched onto Heeros leg, and the perfect soldier crossed his arms over his chest again as his fellow pilot twitched against his leg.
"Are you quite done yet?" He looked down at Duo, who stared back up with huge eyes.
"Eeee…"
"Too bad." Heero started walking out of the room with Duo still attached to his leg. It was a tiring walk, stiff as a robot and completely unbalanced.
"Eeeeee…" was all that came from the I-just-realized-I'm-doomed pilot on his leg.
" –Eee- to you too." Heero muttered, holding onto the stair railing.
A little too loosely.
"Ah! Duo, off! DUO!"
"Eeeeee!!!"
And with that, they both toppled down the stairs, Duo latched onto Heeros leg as he tumbled the few meters down and landed in a small heap on the floor, groaning.
"Eeee…ee…eeee.." came from Duo as he tried to regain focus with his eyes. Looking up, he saw a pissy looking Trowa, a hellish Wufei, and a smiling Quatre peering down at him. With great effort, Heero unlatched him from his leg, and joined the group of spectators.
"Duo."
"You are sooooo wea-"
"WANT SOME WAFFLES?" Quatre cut in, holding up a plate of the sweet smelling dough. Forgetting all about Trowa, Wufei, Heero, and the prospect of being stuck there for another month, Duo grinned back and jumped up, skipping off giddily with an unsuspecting Quatre to eat breakfast as if nothing had happened.
"WHY does he always do that?!" Wufei snarled.
Heero shrugged "No clue."
"It's a conspiracy." Trowa added.
"INJUST-"
In seconds, Wufei had two hands clamped over his mouth, and staying like that, they went over to join Duo and Quatre for breakfast. Seeing the braided, messy-haired, giddy little pilot munch away at waffles at four am, wearing nothing but oddly patterned boxers and his cap, made it hard to stay angry at Duo. Through a mouthful of waffle, Duo stated:
"Gooooood morning inhabitants, and welcome, to the greatest, the coolest, the..somethingsomethingsomethingest…WAFFLE RACE!"
He picked up a waffle, and tossed it into the air, batting it over to Trowa with his free hand. Trowa batted it back with ease. It went to Heero, who clenched his fist over the soggy dough, squishing some of it between his fingers like slime.
"Duo."
"Yop?"
"Shut up." Ending with a dangerous sound in his voice, Heero raised a while plate of waffles eye level with Duo. Duo sweat dropped and grinned falsely.
SPLAT!
A waffle dribbled itself off his face, clinging to his hair with sticky syrup.
The lot remained silent, Quatre stared, as did Wufei and Trowa. Heero… well he just glared.
Duo pouted childishly, sat cross-legged on his chair and whined.
"That's not faaaaaaaaaaaair…" before attacking another waffle as if having his breakfast stuck to his face didn't really register with him much.
The remaining four looked at each other with a sense of giving up in their eyes and sighed in unison. Duo looked up, smiling. He'd won again, and he knew it.
"Hn?"
"Enjoy breakfast, Duo." Heero said, knotting his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. Duo grinned widely, flicked Heero's nose with his fork and battled with the waffle once more.
Quatre started giggling.
Wufei snorted with laughter.
Trowas lip curled into an unusual smile.
Heero shook his head, smiling.
And Duo, covered in breakfast, stuck his tongue out at them all.
Four hours later, 8 am, the city had awoken into an earthquake of noise and catastrophe. The disastrous colony greeted its faulty dawn with an explosion of smog and racket. The pilots were seated around the small kitchen table.
Bored.
Duo was the first to whine.
"Heeroooo..I'm bored," he lamented, and Heero clawed at his face again, obviously not wanting to hear a voice.
"Go do something then." he snapped in return, angry over Duos code changing phase last night.
"You complain, weak!" hissed Wufei, having received and extra bout of his faultfinding ways during the last few days.
All of them were propped up on their elbows except Duo, staring blankly at each other's faces, seeing nothing at all. Duo waved a hand in front of the normally giddy Quatre's face and got a long blank stare in response. Duo sighed and bashed his head on the table a couple of times, bored out of his mind.
Until he spotted the CD-player.
"Hey…anyone up for dancing?" he asked out of the blue, fingering the buttons delicately.
Heero, Trowa, and Wufei all stared at him as if he was insane, -dancing- at such a time. | He's way too happy| Heero thought to himself, giving Duo an invisible death glare as the God of Death pushed a few buttons here and there, adjusting the tuning carefully until he found some decent music.
"Squee!" exclaimed Quatre, clapping his hands. The Arabian still didn't know he was stuck here for a month, he thought it merely to be a day or so.
Duo grinned mischievously and with a leap was up on the table.
"Watch me -dance-, BWAHA!" he shouted, and started swinging his hips and stomach in his own form of a belly dance, which he did surprisingly well, earning the stare of Wufei too. Quatre laughed gleefully, Trowa raised an eyebrow interestedly, and Heero… he lost himself for a moment, and drooled slightly. Duo saw this and grinned to himself, continuing his erotic dance.
"Duo… table will break… get… get…" Heero faltered, eyes fixed on Duo's ass.
"Table will what?" Duo asked, grinning deviously, taking care to swing his ass in Heeros direction.
"Nevermind…" Heero murmured, but quickly caught himself. "Eh… I mean…" He quickly regained his angry and serious tone of voice "The table will break, Duo, get OFF!" gives him a weak glare.
Duo smirks and skips off the table, stepping on Heeros knee to get down, caressing his hand against Heeros cheek before sitting cross-legged on his chair again, smiling in Heeros general direction.
Heero just drooled a slight bit more; unaware that Wufei and Quatre are both watching him, snorting with laughter (thought in Trowas case that would be a –almost smile-) Quatre had fallen backwards of his chair, and muffled sounds of laughter could be heard from him.
"Heeeeerooo.." Duo waved his hand in front of drool-face.
"Huh?"
Duo grins and flicks Heeros nose again.
"Nothin'"
"Weakli-"
"SHUT UP WUFEI!"
"Fine fine, be that way… wea-..eh…nothing."
"How am I going to SURVIVE a month of this hell.." Heero said, a little too loudly. The laughter that came from Quatre stopped, and he peered over the edge of the table, only his hair and eyes were showing.
"Repeat that, please.." he said in a whimpering voice, digging his nails into the tabletop.
"Oh..right..we haven't told you yet.." Heero said casually, and Duo sweat dropped, giving Quatre a fake grin that obviously had no effect on the torn pilot.
"One month, eh?" He whispered, going paler by the minute, his lower lip quivered as it always did just before he erupted into tears. Trowa braced himself, knowing he'd be hugged to death as Quatre tried to –regain- himself. Very correct. A few seconds later, Quatre was crying at the decibel level of an elephants trumpeting, sobbing into Trowas shirt. Trowa rubbed Quatre's back gently, trying to calm him down best he could.
"It's ok Quatre, we've got enough supplies to survive."
"No we don't!"
"WUFEI!" All three retorted, and Quatre just cried harder.
"We can… um… " Duo was an expert at cheering people up, but apparently today, the skill failed him somewhat. He resorted to stare glumly at the weeping Sandrock pilot along with the rest of them. Like had been said already, it was going to be an unusually long month.
They had dragged through the day, mostly doing nothing. Staring at unusual lines in the roof, or counting fluff balls under the sofa, things to that extent.
Now the house was silent, the large bedroom the all shared was like it was in outer space, nothing moved or stirred, you could only hear your own thoughts. The army-like beds were in the four corners of the room, each with a small table and faded lamp at its side. Trowa was on his stomach, one arm dangling down the side of the bed, sleeping soundly. Wufei was rigid and stiff in his bed, and looked much like a porcelain doll would with his pale face and tightly braided hair. A frowning porcelain doll. It wouldn't surprise anyone if suddenly he started chanting about injustice.
Duo, on the other hand, was curled up in a corner of his bed, shivering from cold. His blanket had long since slid off him onto the floor, and his pillow didn't offer much in itself. He hugged his knees to his chest, trying to regain some warmth.
Heero watched him from across the room, pondering whether or not to just ignore him and fall asleep. But he looked so pathetic over there, frail and thin, cuddling up against a meager pillow, that even Heeros cold heart thawed a bit. He carefully sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair and rubbing his eyes. He pulled his own blanket over his shoulders and stuffed his pillow under his arm, tip-toeing over to Duo's bed. Fetching the dropped blanket from the floor, he lay down next to Duo, brushing a wisp of the Americans fringe away with his hand, watching him sleep for a few seconds | Ah…he'll forget it as soon as he's been up for a few minutes…enjoy it while I can…WHAT AM I SAYING!? Pft..| He smiled at the sleeping face in front of his, only a few centimeters away. He could feel Duo's warm breath against his cheek. Then he pulled both blankets over both of them, and snuggled up close to Duo, letting the sleeping boy cuddle against his chest.
Duo stopped shivering.
He smiled happily to himself, nestled close against Heeros bare skin.
And they both fell into a deep slumber.
Duo woke up before Heero the next day, and having had the most comfortable sleep he'd had in a long time, with Heero accompanying him all the way through it, pretended to be asleep. Heero opened his left eye sleepily, looking down at Duo who was still close to his chest, snoozing quietly. It was very early in the morning, and it was still fairly gray outside. Quatre and Trowa were still asleep, but Wufei and left, probably grossed out at Duo's and Heero's weakness of not being able to keep their own body warmth, or something of the like. He chuckled slightly, thinking of Wufei who was probably down in the kitchen, hatching some devious plot to make himself ruler of the world – actions to that extent.
"Heero?" A quiet voice came from his chest.
"Yop…" he responded in the same hushed voice. He was hugged tightly by Duo, who was grinning so widely his face might stick that way. Heero braced himself for one of Duo's typical embarrassing comments. He was surprised when Duo said nothing more than…
"Thanks."
…and closed his eyes again, tickling Heero slightly with his lashes. Heero sighed contently, and he too drifted back into the world of dreams and sleep.
Many hours later, Heero awakened alone in the room. Trowa and Quatre were gone, their beds neatly made as usual, and his own bed in the other end of the room was neatly done up too, with the covers straight and everything. He was still in Duo's bed, curled up between the covers. Duo had apparently made his way down too, probably to get a taste of Quatres waffles – the smell drifted up to Heeros nose. Waffles and syrup. –Lots- of syrup. But before he could pull his lazy self out of bed and topple down the stairs for breakfast, a fully dressed and showered Duo bounced happily into the room with a wide grin on his face, carrying a try stuffed with waffles. He looked as if he was going to drop it at any moment, and Heero hoped and prayed that Trowa had passed on some of his acrobatic skills to the giddy teen.
"HEEEEERRROOOOOO!!" Duo shouted loudly as he literally bounced over with the tray, spilling a bit of syrup onto Heeros nose.
"Hn." Heero grunted, still slightly grumpy and with sleep in his eyes. Duo set the tray down clumsily on the edge of the little table, and sprawled onto the bed, sitting cross-legged at its foot.
"Guess whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat." he beamed, and shoved a waffle up Heeros mouth to keep him from looking so sour.
"Hmph?" was what Heero managed to reply through mouthfuls of dough and syrup, all dribbling down his front and making his chest sticky with sugar.
"I found a way to get out!" Duo explained, and grinned even wider. "It involves a whole lot of explosives… If I can find any. Otherwise… well we're still doomed."
Heero rolled his eyes at this ridiculous plan. Explosives? Here? Not a chance. Top security and safety in these small houses. Explosives weren't on their list of facilities.
"Or just… not…" Duo's face fell for a few seconds, but Heero dismissed it with a shrug, and Duo's face lit up again.
"Oh well!" he said, and spotted the syrup dribbling down Heeros front.
"Tasty…" he leant forward slightly, and with the expertise of a cat, licked the sugar gently off Heeros chest, causing 01 to drool slightly himself. Duo wiped some excess sugar from his lips and grinned evil-ish-ly down at Heero who quickly snapped out of his trance and glared back.
"Piss off so I can change, will you!? Go and act as emotional support for Quatre or something…the kid is totally cracking up."
Duo put on a moic scene and stalked out of the room, hand over his eyes and pretending to be shattered.
"Fine! Care not for me, oh Romeo, for thou doth not thinketh that I am worthy of your love and…um…eh.." he snapped around with a dazed (or thoughtful, cant really tell) expression on his face.
"Oi…what´s the next line again" he said, grinning stupidly (or was it evil- ish-ly? Once again, no-one is to know)
Heero cleared his throat and continued "And thou ha- HEY! I´m not taking part in your idiotic play…thing!"
Duo´s face lit up "Plaything, eh?" he chuckled evily, "plaything…"
Heero, with a mouth full of breakfast, gave him a cold hard glare that clearly as glass stated ´don´t even THINK about it, Maxwell´ and Duo backed out of the room, bowing.
"Yes, oh master, I shalt retreat to my humble abode of downstairs to await your next order" he chirped and slowly, carefully shut the door, just avoiding a waffle that came splattering onto the door.
"OoOoOoOo..good aim..very good.." he grinned and hopped down the stairs, grabbing a long sheet of paper from the stair railing. All over it was scribbled in thick ink pen a lot of weird things amongst normal ones, a cure for a sickness that would soon hit them all.
Boredomius Extremius.
But Duo was prepared, with his long, seemingly neverending list and his Pikachu doll which he snatched off his bed when he escaped the waffle wars of an early morning Heero.
"It´s ok, Pikachu," shifty eyes, " We will NEVER give in to Boredomius Extremius." He squashed the Pika doll until it made soft ´pfuiiii' sound (AND looked dead). Satisfied, he plonked himself down on the kitchen table to prepare himself and Pika for the day ahead with a serious expression on his face as he set to adding to his long list of cures for Boredomius Extremius.