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.
Almost past 3 am, the three remaining pilots, after Wufei and Quatre had been carried upstairs, were just about ready to collapse into sleep. Duo was slightly worried about the reactions he might get from Wufei and Quatre in the morning when they realized that the major part of the afternoon had been erased from their memories. Trowa and Heero had carried the two upstairs as soon as they'd fallen asleep against each others shoulders, mid- way through their discussions on a cooking magazine. Apparently, it was the treacle fudge that knocked them out. Right now, they were on the floor in the large living room, playing another round of go fish. Each on their respective side of the room.
"Why do we always play this game?" Duo asked, crawling over to grab yet another card and sighing at the outcome of his choice. Trowa shrugged and Heero grunted some unheard answer.
"Because, it's boring. Really boring." He rested his chin in his hand, extending his sigh as far as he could to promote the level of boredom to a max.
"Maxwell, you suggested it to begin with." Heero remarked from his side, absentmindedly shuffling his cards together, jumbling the color order it was in. Trowa heaved a sigh to equal Duos without effort, and stood up, stretching.
"I'm going to bed." He said calmly, giving them both a small tired, and unusual smile, nodded, and strode gracefully out of the room. Despite having been up for quite a while, he still carried himself like a bird in flight. Duo and Heero watched as he left, closing the door quietly behind him and walking up the stairs to check on the sleeping members of the group.
"Sooooo…" Duo began shakily, dropping a few cards he was holding for no reason other than that his hands weren't quite working. Heero dropped his cards on the floor in front of him leaned back, supporting his head with his arms. He stared at the ceiling, contemplating something, or possibly nothing at all.
"Um…want to…play something else?" Duo asked, looking around for his list. He'd left it on the coffee table, the one next to Heero. Looking at the table, he found it empty. /=/ Ah well. Find it later /=/ he thought to himself, picking at the cards in the pile between him and the now silent pilot. Then a thought struck him; and he didn't like it.
Heero had been alone for close to an hour in the room. And Duo wouldn't believe that he'd just been sitting in the same position for that long. Yes, Heero was capable of many things. But that? Not unless he had been sleeping. Reading cooking books or manga wasn't exactly his thing either.
"Um…Heero?" Heero jerked back to reality and raised his eyes to meet Duos wide panic-inspired ones. He raised an eyebrow at the expression on the face he was looking at.
"The…er…um…" Duo began, fidgeting slightly where he was sitting. He stopped mid-sentence and instead began to gather the cards into a neat pile, bothering to sort them out to their respective colors and symbols, putting them in chronological order as well. It looked odd to Heero, someone going to all that trouble just for a stack of paper with ink on them.
"Duo…what are you doing?"
Duo's jerked his head in Heeros direction, giving him an unconvincing smile which looked more like a grimace than anything else.
"Er…WUFEI! Yes, Wufei, he likes the cards to be in order." Duo nodded to support his statement.
"But you're going to shuffle them as soon as you start another game, whichever game that may be" Heero cut in, frowning. Duo dropped the cards at the evil-ness of his logic, messing them up again. Promptly, he messily shuffled the cards into a random order, and stuffed them back into the box.
"Oh! Well…I'd better tell him that then. Heh. Hehe." Duo looked really stupid. His face was a slight tinge of rouge, and his grin was faker than calling Heero a pleasant and caring character. And that, well, you just don't do that.
"Not working. What the fuck are you up to." Heeros voice was cold, his question, very much to the point. Duo flinched at the words, remembering word for word what he'd written on the back of his list. He'd just done it for fun. It wasn't exactly part of it, just some scribbles written in light HB pencil on the back. But they WERE legible, and it wasn't as if he'd made an effort to hide them when he'd casually written it in when coming to a lack of activities for the normal section of the bullet-pointed list. Heero was still watching him with sceptic dark eyes, impossible to avoid.
"Well you know th-" in that second, there was a steady 'beeping' from the laptop on the table. Heero shot up and switched on the intercom screen. The face of a sturdy looking pilot appeared there, wearing the brown uniform of those who piloted passenger space ships or standard mobile suits. It was one of the men who'd been onboard the ship that'd taken them and everyone else to the colony to begin with. The 5 Gundam Pilots weren't the only ones transported to the colony. But due to their late-being, and the tendency for the space ship pilots to simply assume all were onboard, they'd been left behind.
"Heero Yuy?" the pilot asked stiffly. He looked fairly embarrassed, at the same time irritated. Heero recognized the scenery behind stretching out behind him. The smoke caressed sky, towering black buildings, and the generally dingy disastrous atmosphere one got an image of by simply looking.
"Affirmative." He responded coldly, fixing the man in a famous death glare. The man hid his flinch. A fairly long silence followed between them, and Duo peered over the glaring boys shoulder, grinning.
" 'lo there! " he said, waving. Heero rolled his eyes and the man looked…slightly shocked.
"Goodevening, Mr. Maxwell." He said quietly, watching the braided pilot. Duo's smile faded, and his brows furrowed into a frown, and he stalked off, muttering audibly about hating being called 'Mr.' because it makes him appear and old man. And he's CERTAINLY not an old man.
"Well?" Heero snapped at him. The man sighed, and gestured with his hands, giving not a clue as to what he wanted. But Heero knew anyway. It was fairly obvious. And so he filled in the missing words as he so rarely did.
"What time?"
"Wha-? Oh…An hour, sir." The man said respectfully, and looked as if he was about to salute. He'd probably get an 'Omae o korosu' if he did. None of the pilots appreciated being rated as more important than other people, much less called 'sir' as Duo had shown, or saluted at.
"Understood." And with that, he switched off the screen without as much as a nod. He followed the way Duo had taken into the kitchen, stopping when he saw the pilot at the counter, stirring up a batch of black coffee.
"Leaving in an hour" he stated, and he could have sworn Duo's expression change from annoyed to slightly depressed. He folded his arms, standing in the doorway, and fixed his eyes on Duo - who was busily filling a cup with the black liquid.
"Duo."
"…y..eah?"
"You don't like coffee."
Duo went red again. Along with the embarrassing statements on the back of the 'Boredomius Extremius and the Cures' he'd also exclaimed his hatred for the disgusting slop he drunk simply because…well…he didn't know.
"Ehehe…so…"
Heero walked over to the counter, and took the cup from Duo, directing him with a stare to go away. Duo obeyed the silent command and sat at the table, tracing his finger in circles.
"You, like hot cocoa with whipped cream." Heero said, smirking as he got the milk and Nesquik powder, mixing and heating a cup in the microwave. He rummaged through the contents of the fridge and found some whip-cream-in-a- can, which he sprayed on the hot liquid as soon as the 'PING!' of the microwave announced it ready. Sitting opposite Duo, he pushed the cup towards him, watching the boys eyes widen with childish delight.
"Chocolate…" he plucked a straw from the counter, and proceeded to devour the wondrous drink, giving Heero a grateful look.
"I read the list." Heero said as soon as Duo was done with the last of the whipped cream, savouring the sweet taste of it. Duo stopped making the annoying noise caused by the rush of air into the plastic, and looked up at Heero with a once again reddened face.
"The current record for the longest kiss is...over 24 hours. Point five on your list: Break that record. With me."
Duo bashed his head against the table, and remained there. He didn't like embarrassment much. Heero, for a change, was the one grinning. Though slightly.
"Next point: Beat that record by five hours." He went continued, watching Duo's reaction. He could have sworn he saw the table start to melt from the heat coming from Duo's face. Chuckling slightly, Heero pushed his chair back slowly and kneeled down next to Duo, propping his arms up, and laying his head on the table and watching the color slowly pale in Duo's face.
The cold pilots eyes had softened slightly towards him, watching with an almost human looking factor to them. Duo just stared at the table, and didn't notice his presence for a few seconds, until he became aware of the burning gaze passing across his face, and he lifted his gaze slightly to meet Heeros.
Heero raised his hand and let two fingers pass softly across the soft skin of Duo's cheek, leaving Duo blinking in confusion. He'd expected a punch, if anything. They stared at each other blankly, or was it happily? Couldn't tell, really. With a badly hidden smile, he stood up again. Duo pouted slightly at the loss of his companionship…especially when it was only 10 centimetres from his face. Damn the cruelty of life.
Heero stretched and yawned slightly.
"Hey, Duo…"
"Hm?" Duo looked up, with a crooked smile. Heero reached down and ruffled Duo's hair, swivelling the strands between his fingers, making him look more like a ragamuffin than his braid-that-been-in-too-long appearance he already possessed. Duo pouted, a smiley one, at his actions.
"We'll…talk. About that list. Later." He said, losing some of the frostbite that always attacked his voice as soon as it was released. Musing slightly to himself, with a relaxed grin tickling the corners of his mouth, Heero went to wake the others.
Duo raised an eyebrow.
"Talk?"
Talk…he'd never wanted anything else so much. Talk, a word from time to time without having to force Heero to say it, an actual conversation. He looked up at the table to see the list there, folded up into a compact square. Stupid thing.
Stupid.
Or…was it?
Getting up slowly, he pocketed the crumbled piece of paper, grinning in lop- sided way as he gazed up the stair Heero has just escalated.
"Talk about it…I can twist talk…I'm very good at it, too." He said to himself, moistening his lips slightly with his tongue. The list, the Cures of Boredomius Extremius, was something he'd never throw away. Heck, the thing allowed him access to 'talking' to Heero for once in his life. More than a 'hn'! It'd remain a prized possession until his dying day. It ruled his twisted and weird world right now. He'd take it to his grave if he could.
But right now…
He had better things to do. Much better.
Finished!
A/N: Well…this WAS my first fic ever to do with GW, so it's not THAT bad :P It had no plot, or actual basis…buuuuuut what does that matter? Hee-hee-hee ^^ Their lives are just a jumble of weird-ness. Hoped you liked it. I enjoyed writing it. First to start, first to finish. *Waves to fic* *Large anime tears form in eyes* *Shuffles off to write more*
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.
Almost past 3 am, the three remaining pilots, after Wufei and Quatre had been carried upstairs, were just about ready to collapse into sleep. Duo was slightly worried about the reactions he might get from Wufei and Quatre in the morning when they realized that the major part of the afternoon had been erased from their memories. Trowa and Heero had carried the two upstairs as soon as they'd fallen asleep against each others shoulders, mid- way through their discussions on a cooking magazine. Apparently, it was the treacle fudge that knocked them out. Right now, they were on the floor in the large living room, playing another round of go fish. Each on their respective side of the room.
"Why do we always play this game?" Duo asked, crawling over to grab yet another card and sighing at the outcome of his choice. Trowa shrugged and Heero grunted some unheard answer.
"Because, it's boring. Really boring." He rested his chin in his hand, extending his sigh as far as he could to promote the level of boredom to a max.
"Maxwell, you suggested it to begin with." Heero remarked from his side, absentmindedly shuffling his cards together, jumbling the color order it was in. Trowa heaved a sigh to equal Duos without effort, and stood up, stretching.
"I'm going to bed." He said calmly, giving them both a small tired, and unusual smile, nodded, and strode gracefully out of the room. Despite having been up for quite a while, he still carried himself like a bird in flight. Duo and Heero watched as he left, closing the door quietly behind him and walking up the stairs to check on the sleeping members of the group.
"Sooooo…" Duo began shakily, dropping a few cards he was holding for no reason other than that his hands weren't quite working. Heero dropped his cards on the floor in front of him leaned back, supporting his head with his arms. He stared at the ceiling, contemplating something, or possibly nothing at all.
"Um…want to…play something else?" Duo asked, looking around for his list. He'd left it on the coffee table, the one next to Heero. Looking at the table, he found it empty. /=/ Ah well. Find it later /=/ he thought to himself, picking at the cards in the pile between him and the now silent pilot. Then a thought struck him; and he didn't like it.
Heero had been alone for close to an hour in the room. And Duo wouldn't believe that he'd just been sitting in the same position for that long. Yes, Heero was capable of many things. But that? Not unless he had been sleeping. Reading cooking books or manga wasn't exactly his thing either.
"Um…Heero?" Heero jerked back to reality and raised his eyes to meet Duos wide panic-inspired ones. He raised an eyebrow at the expression on the face he was looking at.
"The…er…um…" Duo began, fidgeting slightly where he was sitting. He stopped mid-sentence and instead began to gather the cards into a neat pile, bothering to sort them out to their respective colors and symbols, putting them in chronological order as well. It looked odd to Heero, someone going to all that trouble just for a stack of paper with ink on them.
"Duo…what are you doing?"
Duo's jerked his head in Heeros direction, giving him an unconvincing smile which looked more like a grimace than anything else.
"Er…WUFEI! Yes, Wufei, he likes the cards to be in order." Duo nodded to support his statement.
"But you're going to shuffle them as soon as you start another game, whichever game that may be" Heero cut in, frowning. Duo dropped the cards at the evil-ness of his logic, messing them up again. Promptly, he messily shuffled the cards into a random order, and stuffed them back into the box.
"Oh! Well…I'd better tell him that then. Heh. Hehe." Duo looked really stupid. His face was a slight tinge of rouge, and his grin was faker than calling Heero a pleasant and caring character. And that, well, you just don't do that.
"Not working. What the fuck are you up to." Heeros voice was cold, his question, very much to the point. Duo flinched at the words, remembering word for word what he'd written on the back of his list. He'd just done it for fun. It wasn't exactly part of it, just some scribbles written in light HB pencil on the back. But they WERE legible, and it wasn't as if he'd made an effort to hide them when he'd casually written it in when coming to a lack of activities for the normal section of the bullet-pointed list. Heero was still watching him with sceptic dark eyes, impossible to avoid.
"Well you know th-" in that second, there was a steady 'beeping' from the laptop on the table. Heero shot up and switched on the intercom screen. The face of a sturdy looking pilot appeared there, wearing the brown uniform of those who piloted passenger space ships or standard mobile suits. It was one of the men who'd been onboard the ship that'd taken them and everyone else to the colony to begin with. The 5 Gundam Pilots weren't the only ones transported to the colony. But due to their late-being, and the tendency for the space ship pilots to simply assume all were onboard, they'd been left behind.
"Heero Yuy?" the pilot asked stiffly. He looked fairly embarrassed, at the same time irritated. Heero recognized the scenery behind stretching out behind him. The smoke caressed sky, towering black buildings, and the generally dingy disastrous atmosphere one got an image of by simply looking.
"Affirmative." He responded coldly, fixing the man in a famous death glare. The man hid his flinch. A fairly long silence followed between them, and Duo peered over the glaring boys shoulder, grinning.
" 'lo there! " he said, waving. Heero rolled his eyes and the man looked…slightly shocked.
"Goodevening, Mr. Maxwell." He said quietly, watching the braided pilot. Duo's smile faded, and his brows furrowed into a frown, and he stalked off, muttering audibly about hating being called 'Mr.' because it makes him appear and old man. And he's CERTAINLY not an old man.
"Well?" Heero snapped at him. The man sighed, and gestured with his hands, giving not a clue as to what he wanted. But Heero knew anyway. It was fairly obvious. And so he filled in the missing words as he so rarely did.
"What time?"
"Wha-? Oh…An hour, sir." The man said respectfully, and looked as if he was about to salute. He'd probably get an 'Omae o korosu' if he did. None of the pilots appreciated being rated as more important than other people, much less called 'sir' as Duo had shown, or saluted at.
"Understood." And with that, he switched off the screen without as much as a nod. He followed the way Duo had taken into the kitchen, stopping when he saw the pilot at the counter, stirring up a batch of black coffee.
"Leaving in an hour" he stated, and he could have sworn Duo's expression change from annoyed to slightly depressed. He folded his arms, standing in the doorway, and fixed his eyes on Duo - who was busily filling a cup with the black liquid.
"Duo."
"…y..eah?"
"You don't like coffee."
Duo went red again. Along with the embarrassing statements on the back of the 'Boredomius Extremius and the Cures' he'd also exclaimed his hatred for the disgusting slop he drunk simply because…well…he didn't know.
"Ehehe…so…"
Heero walked over to the counter, and took the cup from Duo, directing him with a stare to go away. Duo obeyed the silent command and sat at the table, tracing his finger in circles.
"You, like hot cocoa with whipped cream." Heero said, smirking as he got the milk and Nesquik powder, mixing and heating a cup in the microwave. He rummaged through the contents of the fridge and found some whip-cream-in-a- can, which he sprayed on the hot liquid as soon as the 'PING!' of the microwave announced it ready. Sitting opposite Duo, he pushed the cup towards him, watching the boys eyes widen with childish delight.
"Chocolate…" he plucked a straw from the counter, and proceeded to devour the wondrous drink, giving Heero a grateful look.
"I read the list." Heero said as soon as Duo was done with the last of the whipped cream, savouring the sweet taste of it. Duo stopped making the annoying noise caused by the rush of air into the plastic, and looked up at Heero with a once again reddened face.
"The current record for the longest kiss is...over 24 hours. Point five on your list: Break that record. With me."
Duo bashed his head against the table, and remained there. He didn't like embarrassment much. Heero, for a change, was the one grinning. Though slightly.
"Next point: Beat that record by five hours." He went continued, watching Duo's reaction. He could have sworn he saw the table start to melt from the heat coming from Duo's face. Chuckling slightly, Heero pushed his chair back slowly and kneeled down next to Duo, propping his arms up, and laying his head on the table and watching the color slowly pale in Duo's face.
The cold pilots eyes had softened slightly towards him, watching with an almost human looking factor to them. Duo just stared at the table, and didn't notice his presence for a few seconds, until he became aware of the burning gaze passing across his face, and he lifted his gaze slightly to meet Heeros.
Heero raised his hand and let two fingers pass softly across the soft skin of Duo's cheek, leaving Duo blinking in confusion. He'd expected a punch, if anything. They stared at each other blankly, or was it happily? Couldn't tell, really. With a badly hidden smile, he stood up again. Duo pouted slightly at the loss of his companionship…especially when it was only 10 centimetres from his face. Damn the cruelty of life.
Heero stretched and yawned slightly.
"Hey, Duo…"
"Hm?" Duo looked up, with a crooked smile. Heero reached down and ruffled Duo's hair, swivelling the strands between his fingers, making him look more like a ragamuffin than his braid-that-been-in-too-long appearance he already possessed. Duo pouted, a smiley one, at his actions.
"We'll…talk. About that list. Later." He said, losing some of the frostbite that always attacked his voice as soon as it was released. Musing slightly to himself, with a relaxed grin tickling the corners of his mouth, Heero went to wake the others.
Duo raised an eyebrow.
"Talk?"
Talk…he'd never wanted anything else so much. Talk, a word from time to time without having to force Heero to say it, an actual conversation. He looked up at the table to see the list there, folded up into a compact square. Stupid thing.
Stupid.
Or…was it?
Getting up slowly, he pocketed the crumbled piece of paper, grinning in lop- sided way as he gazed up the stair Heero has just escalated.
"Talk about it…I can twist talk…I'm very good at it, too." He said to himself, moistening his lips slightly with his tongue. The list, the Cures of Boredomius Extremius, was something he'd never throw away. Heck, the thing allowed him access to 'talking' to Heero for once in his life. More than a 'hn'! It'd remain a prized possession until his dying day. It ruled his twisted and weird world right now. He'd take it to his grave if he could.
But right now…
He had better things to do. Much better.
Finished!
A/N: Well…this WAS my first fic ever to do with GW, so it's not THAT bad :P It had no plot, or actual basis…buuuuuut what does that matter? Hee-hee-hee ^^ Their lives are just a jumble of weird-ness. Hoped you liked it. I enjoyed writing it. First to start, first to finish. *Waves to fic* *Large anime tears form in eyes* *Shuffles off to write more*