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. Duos Pikachu plushie is, however, mine.
About ten minutes later, Heero came shuffling down, carrying the empty tray in his hand. He didn't want to admit it, but Duo made –THE- best waffles on this side of the planet..eh..of space. And covered in syrup, even Heero could eat a few tons.
"Hn." He said stiffly to the collection of pilots at the table. He walked over to the sink and dumped the cutlery and plate into it, and set the try down on the counter. He turned around to face them all.
"Why are you all sitting here for..no apparent reason?" he asked grumpily, folding his arms over his chest.
"Well goodmorning to you too" Quatre said, looking sulky.
"Omea o Korosu." Heero snapped at him, and Quatre fell silent, doing his best to keep his lower lip from quivering. Trowa put a comforting hand on Quatres shoulder and he fell silent again, smiling appreciatively at Trowa.
Heero proceeded to open the living room door, but found, of course, that it was still locked.
"What the hell?" he turned to the others for an answer, an angry expression creasing his face as he realized Duo wasn't at the table.
"Hn." He turned to the door, took a deep breath and shouted extremely loudly at the door. "DUO! GET YOURSELF OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! OMAE O KOROSU AS SOON AS YOU SHOW YOUR ANNOYING FACE!" Heero was practically fuming, for no other reason than that he hadn't had his coffee that morning. And he was a tad cranky.
From inside the living room, there was no reply.
"How long has he been there." Heero asked, but it sounded more like a statement than a question. He didn't move from the door.
"About an hour now…" Quatre whimpered. He quickly rushed to make some coffee for Heero, guessing that this was the cause for his 'excessive' grumpy-ness. Trowa nodded as a response and Wufei just snorted and turned his back. Quatre shakily poured some of the black gunk into a cup and walked over to Heero, holding the cup out to him with a quivering hand. Heero turned around robotically, took the cup from Quatre and leaned against the door again, muttering angrily to himself.
"I'm sure he'll be out soon…he…he just had to do…something…" Quatre stammered nervously as Heero took a sip of coffee.
"Hn." He took another sip of the scalding liquid, "I'll kill him."
"HOW many times have you said that and HOW many times have you not done it?" Wufei piped up angrily. Heero shot in a patented death glare and he froze, going silent again.
"We'll wait and see." Trowa stated quietly, getting up to fetch them all another round of waffles from the stove.
The other three nodded, even Heero accepted that you couldn't rush the works (insane works) of Duo. Besides, he'd get his chance to shout at Duo when he came out of there /=/ Shout at him for the sake of being close to him maybe…eh…I didn't think that./=/ They proceeded to start the long wait for Duo to open the door.
Seven hours later.
"Go fish." Trowa yawned, watching Wufei scan the mess of cards on the table and pick one up. Quatre was falling asleep on his section of the table and Heero just look seriously bored, hardly looking at his cards at all.
"Any five of hearts, Trowa" he asked, and once again it didn't really sound like a question.
"Go fish." Trowas quiet voice came from behind his cards, and he yawned again, causing a chain reaction of yawns through the pilots.
"This," Heero slapped his cards down on the table, "is pointlessly boring. I'm getting the spare key, and going in there." He said. He'd lost patience completely with Duo and stood up, scanning the hooks under the top cabinet for the living room key. Finding it, the brass key with a square see- through keyring labeled 'lounge', he snatched it from the hook and headed for the door.
"I'll be back in a few minutes…after I've verbally assaulted that pigfucking moron." Heero growled. Quatre didn't like seeing Heero lose his temper and just nodded quickly. The lock clicked and Heero went inside, closing the door behind him.
"That baka of a braid-head is in for it now." Wufei commented with a smirk. Quatre's face fell – he felt sorry for Duo. Trowa sighed.
"Ace of spades?"
Heero spotted Duo, asleep, on the sofa infront of the television. The TV was now blaring infomercials – Buy LASTER printer color patrons and save 9.8%! – and Duo was sleeping on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the sofa. His breathing was quiet and he was smiling in his sleep. An empty bag of popcorn was situated on the table, along with a few cans of beer.
"Hangover warning." Heero muttered to himself and walked over to turn the TV off. Immediately when he had done so, Duo's eyes snapped open.
"Huh? Wha-? Eee?" he sat up quickly and rubbed his eyes.
"Well then. Good…"Heero checked his watch and frowned "Evening." Duos eyes widened.
"Um..I…eh...ehehe…" Duo gave Heero a pleading look with his big purple-ish puppy dog eyes that clearly said 'please-don't-hurt-me-and-I' ll-obey-your- every-whim-for-2-years. Heero just glared back.
"Explain, will you" The statement question. Again. Duo's face fell.
"I…well you see…" Heero gave him a cold glare. "TherewasamonstermoviemarathononandIcouldn'thelpwatchingiteventhoughIwasjust goingtogetchanged."
Heero raised an eyebrow, "Changed for what?" A...question question? Wow…
Duo grinned stupidly.
"Can't play twister in a my clothes." He said, poking his tongue out.
"Hn. Twister. What's twister." Heero folded his arms over his chest and gave Duo a semi-confused look. Duo looked surprised.
"You…you've never played twister!? Your poor deprived child…"
"Don't remind me." Heero snapped at him. Duo though of what he just said and bit his tongue. He knew Heero hadn't had a very nice childhood. He knew the soldier would never admit it, but Heero envied the others for their early lives filled with love and happiness. Perhaps if those times had been happier, Heero wouldn't be so cold.
"I'm s…sorry.." he stuttered. Heero stared at the floor and shrugged it off as if it was nothing to him. Duo didn't really know what to say. He bit his lip for a few seconds.
"Do you want me to teach you…? How to play?" He asked, with a familiar grin appearing on his face. Heero looked up and shrugged again.
"I suppose. I have nothing better to do. There are no missions to be completed." He said firmly. Duo grinned.
"Do you accept the mission of learning how to play twister then?"
Heero paused for a moment, the distant relative of a smile flickering across his lips.
"Mission accepted."
"Wai!" Duo smiled and stretched his arms, yawning. "I just need to get changed first." He said, stripping himself of his stiff black shirt and trousers with no consideration at all for the fact that Heero was there. Heck, Duo couldn't care less (*winkwinknudgenudge*) And Heero…
was subconsciously drooling at the physical perfection of his co-pilot.
"Oi…you drool a lot" Duo said teasingly, pulling an old worn T-shirt over his head and pulling the hair band out of his braid to re-do it. Heero snapped out of his drool-trance and narrowed his eyes dangerously at Duo, who said nothing more, but couldn't help himself from laughing slightly.
"Explain twister." Heero commanded, and seized the brush before Duo could, rolling his eyes at the impeccable slow rate at which he was finish. He began to methodically straighten up 02's long chestnut hair, knowing he was able to do it much faster than Duo…and 'sides, he loved the feel and smell of Duo's hair. But he wouldn't want us to talk about his Duo obsessions, or it'd be Omae o korosu to us. In a few minutes he had it rebraided and fixed up neatly. Duo blinked a few times, very quickly.
"I didn't know you could brush hair properly…much less braid it."
"I can. Explain twister now." He said, dismissing his coiffeur skills with a frown. Duo nodded and picked up the popcorn bag and beer cans, shooting them into the trash can.
"Help me with the sofa, will you?"
"Twister involves the sofa?"
"Pah! No, we just have to get it out of the way." Duo laughed and they both shoved the sofa up against the wall, then proceeding to do the same with the chairs and TV until the room had a large space in the middle. Heero looked mildly confused.
"And…now what."
"Get the others, will you. Tell 'em we're playing Twister." Duo said gleefully and picked up a box labeled in big red swirly letters "Twister". Heero nodded slowly and turned around to peek his head out of the door.
"He wants you in here, for some oddball game of his called…"Twister" " Heero stated blankly. Quatres face lit up.
"Twister! I love that game!" he said, smiling. Trowa too, looked as if he was smiling.
"Except you tend to be the first one out." He said, nudging Quatre in the ribs. Quatre poked his tongue out and bopped Trowa on the head.
"Excellent. Gymnastics." Wufei commented, making it clear that he had also played the game before. The three of them got up, abandoning the game of 'Go Fish' and walked into the living room. Heero kept behind them, still slightly confused. He became even more confused when he saw a mat full of 4 different colors of circles and a spinner placed on the ground.
"Eh…" he said quietly. Duo beamed at him and grabbed his arm, pulling him over.
"Who does the spinner?" Duo asked them, not counting Heero in because he needed to learn how to play in the first place. Wufei rolled his eyes and took a seat (much like how you sit when meditating) by the spinner, cracking his knuckles.
"Prepare yourself for some expert spinner usage." He said, smirking. Quatre and Duo laughed at him, Trowa *ACTUALLY* smiled, and Heero…he didn't get it.
First spin.
"Right hand yellow" said Wufei and three of the pilots squatted down and put their right hand on a yellow circle each. Heero put two and two together /=/..Ooooooooh./=/ and did the same. Duo grinned at him, but said nothing.
A few games passed, and Heero turned out to be an expert at Twister, with his athletic and flexible body. He almost never lost.
Many games later.
"Aiiiii! Weakness of you Maxwell!" Wufei retorted as he fell over from tripping over Duos leg. Duo peeked out from behind Heeros arm and grinned evilly at the Chinese who struggled to get up and took the spinner from Trowa.
" Left hand red." He stated and Duo turned over to put his hand on a red circle, Heero did the same. The ended up with Duo being situated under Heero, approximately 1.09 cm away. Duo looked up at Heeros Prussian blue eyes and grinned, surprisingly, he received a response grin too.
"This is exactly why I like twister." Duo said, his grin becoming wider. Heero smirked. Their breathes, hot and moist after a tough game, clashed between them in a current of air.
"I see your point." Duo leaned closer to Heero, who was probably slightly lost right now as he didn't seem to make any protests, which is, what, customary for him to do /=/That…or I like it./=/ and let his lips brush momentarily against Heeros, and nibbled the pilots lower lip timidly. After slight hesitation on his part, Heero accepted the invitation and pressed his own lips against Duos softly. It was one of those rare times when Heero's human portion of him took over. Within seconds the two of them engulfed in a swift, nervous, yet slow-progressing kiss, playfully intertwining their tongues together and exploring each other's mouths, both now lost in the moment, each enjoying the experience to the max though only Duo would ever dare to say it out loud if such a time arose.
Then Wufeis nose erupted from where he'd been staring, dumbfounded, at them along with Trowa and Quatre.
"Weakness!" he yelled and ran out of the room to find some way to plug up the nasal volcano.
"Right hand yellow…" came Quatres soft voice, and the two boys broke the kiss quickly, snapping out of the brief trance which to Heero was an odd thing. He stared at Duo, fairly shocked, for a brief second, but turned away quickly, and proceeded to follow the new Twister orders given out. Duo knew Heero would PROBABLY, actually it's more like *MOST LIKELY TO THE PROBABILITY OF 99%* act as if nothing happened once they got off the twister mat.
And he, ofcourse, as the probability stated, did.
And Duo, he didn't care at all.
There was still a whole lot more on his list.
TBC
Authors note : Heeheehee ^^ I actually *DON'T* like twister for the reason that it allows way too much body contact ¬¬ But for the G-boys…different story =D Heero might be athletic and flexible…but you need imagination to play charades. And Heero, well, he's too serious to have very much of that x.X R&R please ^^
Warnings: Strong language and gay pilots (To put it simply.)
Disclaimer: I don´t own any of the Gundam Pilots. Duos Pikachu plushie is, however, mine.
About ten minutes later, Heero came shuffling down, carrying the empty tray in his hand. He didn't want to admit it, but Duo made –THE- best waffles on this side of the planet..eh..of space. And covered in syrup, even Heero could eat a few tons.
"Hn." He said stiffly to the collection of pilots at the table. He walked over to the sink and dumped the cutlery and plate into it, and set the try down on the counter. He turned around to face them all.
"Why are you all sitting here for..no apparent reason?" he asked grumpily, folding his arms over his chest.
"Well goodmorning to you too" Quatre said, looking sulky.
"Omea o Korosu." Heero snapped at him, and Quatre fell silent, doing his best to keep his lower lip from quivering. Trowa put a comforting hand on Quatres shoulder and he fell silent again, smiling appreciatively at Trowa.
Heero proceeded to open the living room door, but found, of course, that it was still locked.
"What the hell?" he turned to the others for an answer, an angry expression creasing his face as he realized Duo wasn't at the table.
"Hn." He turned to the door, took a deep breath and shouted extremely loudly at the door. "DUO! GET YOURSELF OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! OMAE O KOROSU AS SOON AS YOU SHOW YOUR ANNOYING FACE!" Heero was practically fuming, for no other reason than that he hadn't had his coffee that morning. And he was a tad cranky.
From inside the living room, there was no reply.
"How long has he been there." Heero asked, but it sounded more like a statement than a question. He didn't move from the door.
"About an hour now…" Quatre whimpered. He quickly rushed to make some coffee for Heero, guessing that this was the cause for his 'excessive' grumpy-ness. Trowa nodded as a response and Wufei just snorted and turned his back. Quatre shakily poured some of the black gunk into a cup and walked over to Heero, holding the cup out to him with a quivering hand. Heero turned around robotically, took the cup from Quatre and leaned against the door again, muttering angrily to himself.
"I'm sure he'll be out soon…he…he just had to do…something…" Quatre stammered nervously as Heero took a sip of coffee.
"Hn." He took another sip of the scalding liquid, "I'll kill him."
"HOW many times have you said that and HOW many times have you not done it?" Wufei piped up angrily. Heero shot in a patented death glare and he froze, going silent again.
"We'll wait and see." Trowa stated quietly, getting up to fetch them all another round of waffles from the stove.
The other three nodded, even Heero accepted that you couldn't rush the works (insane works) of Duo. Besides, he'd get his chance to shout at Duo when he came out of there /=/ Shout at him for the sake of being close to him maybe…eh…I didn't think that./=/ They proceeded to start the long wait for Duo to open the door.
Seven hours later.
"Go fish." Trowa yawned, watching Wufei scan the mess of cards on the table and pick one up. Quatre was falling asleep on his section of the table and Heero just look seriously bored, hardly looking at his cards at all.
"Any five of hearts, Trowa" he asked, and once again it didn't really sound like a question.
"Go fish." Trowas quiet voice came from behind his cards, and he yawned again, causing a chain reaction of yawns through the pilots.
"This," Heero slapped his cards down on the table, "is pointlessly boring. I'm getting the spare key, and going in there." He said. He'd lost patience completely with Duo and stood up, scanning the hooks under the top cabinet for the living room key. Finding it, the brass key with a square see- through keyring labeled 'lounge', he snatched it from the hook and headed for the door.
"I'll be back in a few minutes…after I've verbally assaulted that pigfucking moron." Heero growled. Quatre didn't like seeing Heero lose his temper and just nodded quickly. The lock clicked and Heero went inside, closing the door behind him.
"That baka of a braid-head is in for it now." Wufei commented with a smirk. Quatre's face fell – he felt sorry for Duo. Trowa sighed.
"Ace of spades?"
Heero spotted Duo, asleep, on the sofa infront of the television. The TV was now blaring infomercials – Buy LASTER printer color patrons and save 9.8%! – and Duo was sleeping on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the sofa. His breathing was quiet and he was smiling in his sleep. An empty bag of popcorn was situated on the table, along with a few cans of beer.
"Hangover warning." Heero muttered to himself and walked over to turn the TV off. Immediately when he had done so, Duo's eyes snapped open.
"Huh? Wha-? Eee?" he sat up quickly and rubbed his eyes.
"Well then. Good…"Heero checked his watch and frowned "Evening." Duos eyes widened.
"Um..I…eh...ehehe…" Duo gave Heero a pleading look with his big purple-ish puppy dog eyes that clearly said 'please-don't-hurt-me-and-I' ll-obey-your- every-whim-for-2-years. Heero just glared back.
"Explain, will you" The statement question. Again. Duo's face fell.
"I…well you see…" Heero gave him a cold glare. "TherewasamonstermoviemarathononandIcouldn'thelpwatchingiteventhoughIwasjust goingtogetchanged."
Heero raised an eyebrow, "Changed for what?" A...question question? Wow…
Duo grinned stupidly.
"Can't play twister in a my clothes." He said, poking his tongue out.
"Hn. Twister. What's twister." Heero folded his arms over his chest and gave Duo a semi-confused look. Duo looked surprised.
"You…you've never played twister!? Your poor deprived child…"
"Don't remind me." Heero snapped at him. Duo though of what he just said and bit his tongue. He knew Heero hadn't had a very nice childhood. He knew the soldier would never admit it, but Heero envied the others for their early lives filled with love and happiness. Perhaps if those times had been happier, Heero wouldn't be so cold.
"I'm s…sorry.." he stuttered. Heero stared at the floor and shrugged it off as if it was nothing to him. Duo didn't really know what to say. He bit his lip for a few seconds.
"Do you want me to teach you…? How to play?" He asked, with a familiar grin appearing on his face. Heero looked up and shrugged again.
"I suppose. I have nothing better to do. There are no missions to be completed." He said firmly. Duo grinned.
"Do you accept the mission of learning how to play twister then?"
Heero paused for a moment, the distant relative of a smile flickering across his lips.
"Mission accepted."
"Wai!" Duo smiled and stretched his arms, yawning. "I just need to get changed first." He said, stripping himself of his stiff black shirt and trousers with no consideration at all for the fact that Heero was there. Heck, Duo couldn't care less (*winkwinknudgenudge*) And Heero…
was subconsciously drooling at the physical perfection of his co-pilot.
"Oi…you drool a lot" Duo said teasingly, pulling an old worn T-shirt over his head and pulling the hair band out of his braid to re-do it. Heero snapped out of his drool-trance and narrowed his eyes dangerously at Duo, who said nothing more, but couldn't help himself from laughing slightly.
"Explain twister." Heero commanded, and seized the brush before Duo could, rolling his eyes at the impeccable slow rate at which he was finish. He began to methodically straighten up 02's long chestnut hair, knowing he was able to do it much faster than Duo…and 'sides, he loved the feel and smell of Duo's hair. But he wouldn't want us to talk about his Duo obsessions, or it'd be Omae o korosu to us. In a few minutes he had it rebraided and fixed up neatly. Duo blinked a few times, very quickly.
"I didn't know you could brush hair properly…much less braid it."
"I can. Explain twister now." He said, dismissing his coiffeur skills with a frown. Duo nodded and picked up the popcorn bag and beer cans, shooting them into the trash can.
"Help me with the sofa, will you?"
"Twister involves the sofa?"
"Pah! No, we just have to get it out of the way." Duo laughed and they both shoved the sofa up against the wall, then proceeding to do the same with the chairs and TV until the room had a large space in the middle. Heero looked mildly confused.
"And…now what."
"Get the others, will you. Tell 'em we're playing Twister." Duo said gleefully and picked up a box labeled in big red swirly letters "Twister". Heero nodded slowly and turned around to peek his head out of the door.
"He wants you in here, for some oddball game of his called…"Twister" " Heero stated blankly. Quatres face lit up.
"Twister! I love that game!" he said, smiling. Trowa too, looked as if he was smiling.
"Except you tend to be the first one out." He said, nudging Quatre in the ribs. Quatre poked his tongue out and bopped Trowa on the head.
"Excellent. Gymnastics." Wufei commented, making it clear that he had also played the game before. The three of them got up, abandoning the game of 'Go Fish' and walked into the living room. Heero kept behind them, still slightly confused. He became even more confused when he saw a mat full of 4 different colors of circles and a spinner placed on the ground.
"Eh…" he said quietly. Duo beamed at him and grabbed his arm, pulling him over.
"Who does the spinner?" Duo asked them, not counting Heero in because he needed to learn how to play in the first place. Wufei rolled his eyes and took a seat (much like how you sit when meditating) by the spinner, cracking his knuckles.
"Prepare yourself for some expert spinner usage." He said, smirking. Quatre and Duo laughed at him, Trowa *ACTUALLY* smiled, and Heero…he didn't get it.
First spin.
"Right hand yellow" said Wufei and three of the pilots squatted down and put their right hand on a yellow circle each. Heero put two and two together /=/..Ooooooooh./=/ and did the same. Duo grinned at him, but said nothing.
A few games passed, and Heero turned out to be an expert at Twister, with his athletic and flexible body. He almost never lost.
Many games later.
"Aiiiii! Weakness of you Maxwell!" Wufei retorted as he fell over from tripping over Duos leg. Duo peeked out from behind Heeros arm and grinned evilly at the Chinese who struggled to get up and took the spinner from Trowa.
" Left hand red." He stated and Duo turned over to put his hand on a red circle, Heero did the same. The ended up with Duo being situated under Heero, approximately 1.09 cm away. Duo looked up at Heeros Prussian blue eyes and grinned, surprisingly, he received a response grin too.
"This is exactly why I like twister." Duo said, his grin becoming wider. Heero smirked. Their breathes, hot and moist after a tough game, clashed between them in a current of air.
"I see your point." Duo leaned closer to Heero, who was probably slightly lost right now as he didn't seem to make any protests, which is, what, customary for him to do /=/That…or I like it./=/ and let his lips brush momentarily against Heeros, and nibbled the pilots lower lip timidly. After slight hesitation on his part, Heero accepted the invitation and pressed his own lips against Duos softly. It was one of those rare times when Heero's human portion of him took over. Within seconds the two of them engulfed in a swift, nervous, yet slow-progressing kiss, playfully intertwining their tongues together and exploring each other's mouths, both now lost in the moment, each enjoying the experience to the max though only Duo would ever dare to say it out loud if such a time arose.
Then Wufeis nose erupted from where he'd been staring, dumbfounded, at them along with Trowa and Quatre.
"Weakness!" he yelled and ran out of the room to find some way to plug up the nasal volcano.
"Right hand yellow…" came Quatres soft voice, and the two boys broke the kiss quickly, snapping out of the brief trance which to Heero was an odd thing. He stared at Duo, fairly shocked, for a brief second, but turned away quickly, and proceeded to follow the new Twister orders given out. Duo knew Heero would PROBABLY, actually it's more like *MOST LIKELY TO THE PROBABILITY OF 99%* act as if nothing happened once they got off the twister mat.
And he, ofcourse, as the probability stated, did.
And Duo, he didn't care at all.
There was still a whole lot more on his list.
TBC
Authors note : Heeheehee ^^ I actually *DON'T* like twister for the reason that it allows way too much body contact ¬¬ But for the G-boys…different story =D Heero might be athletic and flexible…but you need imagination to play charades. And Heero, well, he's too serious to have very much of that x.X R&R please ^^