Title: I Wonder What They're Doing Now
Warnings: Er..stuff =D *blinks* Find out for yourself ¬¬
Disclaimer: I do not own the pilots or anything related to Gundam Wing ¬¬ *mumbles about injustice* If Duos Pikachu plushie or Heeros cat Shinigami were to suddenly appear somewhere in this fic, that is mine ^^
Heero had to pry a reluctant Quatre from him, leaving the boy to fumble with apologies, which Heero swiftly dismissed with a wave of his hand. He too, didn't want to let his friend go, but acted indifferent to it. It was better than pushing him off; it'd have devastated him. Quatre was the kind of person who never took friendship for granted, or saw it as an everyday thing. Heero felt envy stab at him for Quatre, one of the rare few people who didn't hide from his emotions. But this too, he suppressed by harshly telling himself he was being stupid, that Wufei would classify him as a weakling if he could read his thoughts.
"You can't believe how HAPPY I am to see you!" Quatre's smile didn't fade, and Heero's passive look hadn't either.
"Same, Quatre." came his official reply, and Quatre involuntarily bounced around the table to relieve himself of some cooped up energy.
"So much to talk about! FOUR years!" Heero was painfully reminded of the time gap in each of their lives once more, and the sight of Shinigami sitting on the table, watching him through violet tinged eyes and a solemn expression across his feline features, brought Duo to his mind. /=/Where is he now...what's he doing.../=/ circled through his head, echoing eerily, unwanted by the mind but not the heart. He hardly listened to Quatre ramble on joyously about odds and ends as he habitually busied himself with making tea. Green tea, his and the rest of the pilots favorite, since he'd first forced them to drink it.
"So how's Duo?" Quatre asked, pausing momentarily to watch Heero over his shoulder. He barely noticed it, but it appeared as if Heero tensed up slightly at the name.
"Heero?" the crippled pilot looked up at Quatre with the ritual blank eyes and gave a shrug. It was true, he had no clue as to where Duo was at present. But the shrug didn't suffice, and he felt guilt creep up on him from the listless way in which he seemed to regard Duo. It couldn't' be shrugged off. It wasn't how he felt.
"You don't know?" Quatre sounded a bit surprised, thinking that after four years out of combat and warfare, Heero would have warmed up slightly.
"No." Heero's tone was deadly cold, but Quatre decided to pursue the subject further. It angered him that Heero could be so inconsiderate and cold.
"Why not? You have his address, don't you?" He said casually, dropping tea bags into the two cups of hot water he'd prepared, and went in search of some snack in the cupboards above his head. He didn't want to appear as disappointed or upset, and decided to take on Heero's act of indifference.
"I don't think so."
"Oh. Well I'm sure you can find him with a bit of effort." Quatre commented, his voice trailing acid as it left him. Heero raised an eyebrow at 04's turned back.
"I don't' need to find him." came his reply, which shocked even him. /=/I don't NEED to? What the fuck was that?/=/ his human conscience attacked him with /=/You'd rather be near him than to have your legs back and you know it!/=/ Heero wanted to tear his conscience out, and probably would have, had it been solid and removable. Quatre meanwhile, had stopped his preparation of the tea, and was facing Heero with a bitterly enraged expression on his face, which showed through due to his lack of skills to mask it up.
"Heero Yuy, you know that's not true." Heero shrugged again, and painfully watched Shinigami narrow his eyes at him and slink off the table in a huff, stalking out of the room and disappearing around the corner. Quatre sighed deeply, and retrieved the ceramic cups and placed one in front of the stoic ex-pilot. It seemed as if Heero wouldn't budge to the subject of Duo. He wouldn't react even if a picture of Duo was imprinted on his retina, Quatre figured. But he couldn't' help remembering, how happy they both seemed to be, together during the war. Heero most of all, as it was the only time he would let a wide smile grace his emotionless face.
~Flashback. End of a successful mission a few years ago...~
"Yay! Cheers to us!" Duo bounced around the campfire Heero had allowed them to build up happily, occasionally spilling the alcohol out of his glass and into the flames, causing them to erupt in sudden anger.
Trowa smiled at the clown, being the total opposite clown himself. The world's saddest clown, and a Duo Maxwell style clown. What a contrast there was. Quatre grabbed hold of Duo's boot when he came on his seventh bounce-around the fire, cautioning him quietly to sit down, which he did. Beside Heero, whose fingers were clattering across the black keys of his laptop.
"Aren't you going to celebrate?" Duo asked, smiling widely and offering his glass to Heero. Heero paused momentarily to look at the alcoholic drink, and shook his head. Duo stuck his tongue out, and peered over Heeros hand at the screen. As per usual, the mission data was set out in an organized fashion, and Heero soon clicked the square 'send' button. The screen flashed blue for a moment, and the red words 'Mission Complete' flashed across it, coloring both of their faces a light blue. Heero promptly shut the computer off, and folded it back into its compact form, seemingly ignoring the friendly hug he received from Duo on finishing the statistical part of the missions work.
"Good mission, ne?" Duo commented, gulping down the last of his drink swiftly.
"Hn." Heero commented, folding his legs beneath him and staring into the flickering flame of the fire, making sure it didn't roar up high enough to attract attention from unwelcome guests.
"Ooooooh, yeah, the 'hn' thing." Duo smirked in mock annoyance, wrapping his arm around Heeros shoulder. Heero simply remained still in his observation of the flames.
"Hey, Duo, I'm gonna get some sleep now." Quatre said, yawning, a tired look in his eyes. Trowa got up before Quatre, and helped the exhausted boy onto his feet. They strolled in silence a few meters from the fire where the gear lay Trowa tucked Quatre into his sleeping bag, folding the fabric up over the boys chest in a motherly fashion, and leaving Quatre a gentle kiss on the cheek. Duo watched with warmth more comforting than that coming from the fire at the way the silent, serious Trowa and Quatre were to each other the most important things on the planet as it seemed to him.
"Well then, Duo, Heero." Wufei got up too, picking up his and Duo's glasses on the way. "I'm going to get some well deserved sleep as well. Incase Monsieur Perfection forgets to remind you, put out the fire properly before you do the same." he ruffled Duo's hair as he passed, smiling, and slunk into the shadows to hunt around for his sleeping bag. Wufei really was a great person, despite his seemingly arrogant behavior in times of missions.
"Yeah, I'll go to bed soon...later..I'll..I'll..." Duo trailed off as a loud yawn caught hold of him, and he pulled his arm away from Heero to stretch. Blinking from as sleep invaded his eyes, he dozed off against the rock that supported his back. He really couldn't be bothered getting up to find his sleeping bag in the cold darkness, much less spare the effort to climb into it. It wasn't long before his breaths slowed down to a comfortable and even pace where he sat next to Heero.
Duo's head lolled to the side, held up by his neck in an uncomfortable fashion. From his place in the shadows, where Quatre still lay awake, he could see Heero's eyes shift instantly from the flames to Duo. Gently, the otherwise robot-influenced pilot reached behind Duo's head and tipped it to the other side, until Duo was comfortably supported against Heero's shoulder. Duo instinctively curled up against the warm body next to him, a sleepy smile twitching the corners of his mouth in gratitude.
Heero didn't mind at all, and soon enough, as the fired began to die down to embers, Quatre looked up to find Heeros head resting on top of Duo's. They were both asleep, closely nestled beside each other as the slept, their breathing steady and even.
Quatre smiled at the sight, and he too let sleep take him over.
~ End of Flashback ~
Quatre smiled again at the memory, catching Heero's eye.
"What are you smiling about?" Heero asked him with a raised eyebrow. Quatre chuckled slightly.
"I'm was just turning back time for the moment." he replied and got up to refill his cup of tea again, for the third time /=/Turning back time.../=/ Heero thought as he finished his tea, wiping his damp lips with the back of his hand and propping his arm up on the wooden table to rest his chin in a cupped hand. /=/ Time... /=/ he smiled faintly. He couldn't change the past, or go back to what had already happened a long time ago. He could, however, determine what was to come. The future had yet to form itself.
Perhaps, he'd bring up the courage to meet Duo again. He thought of the messily scribbled note with the pilots email address on it, left on his hospital bedside table while he was still recovering from the shock of almost dying. It was upstairs, in the file cabinet. Way back in the third drawer. He knew where it was. He'd always known he'd wanted to pull it out and contact Duo again. He'd been on the verge of doing so many times. But he could never quite bring himself to do it. But now, it seemed different. Not so…so uncomfortable.
/=/ Maybe, Duo...Maybe.../=/
To Be Continued
A/N: Writers block is officially cured ^_^ Yay! I hate it...I just had to finish "Duo's Nesquik" and "Boredomius Extremius and the Cures" (Humorous fics) to get rid of it..^_^ Good thing too. Hope you liked the chaaapter ^.~
Warnings: Er..stuff =D *blinks* Find out for yourself ¬¬
Disclaimer: I do not own the pilots or anything related to Gundam Wing ¬¬ *mumbles about injustice* If Duos Pikachu plushie or Heeros cat Shinigami were to suddenly appear somewhere in this fic, that is mine ^^
Heero had to pry a reluctant Quatre from him, leaving the boy to fumble with apologies, which Heero swiftly dismissed with a wave of his hand. He too, didn't want to let his friend go, but acted indifferent to it. It was better than pushing him off; it'd have devastated him. Quatre was the kind of person who never took friendship for granted, or saw it as an everyday thing. Heero felt envy stab at him for Quatre, one of the rare few people who didn't hide from his emotions. But this too, he suppressed by harshly telling himself he was being stupid, that Wufei would classify him as a weakling if he could read his thoughts.
"You can't believe how HAPPY I am to see you!" Quatre's smile didn't fade, and Heero's passive look hadn't either.
"Same, Quatre." came his official reply, and Quatre involuntarily bounced around the table to relieve himself of some cooped up energy.
"So much to talk about! FOUR years!" Heero was painfully reminded of the time gap in each of their lives once more, and the sight of Shinigami sitting on the table, watching him through violet tinged eyes and a solemn expression across his feline features, brought Duo to his mind. /=/Where is he now...what's he doing.../=/ circled through his head, echoing eerily, unwanted by the mind but not the heart. He hardly listened to Quatre ramble on joyously about odds and ends as he habitually busied himself with making tea. Green tea, his and the rest of the pilots favorite, since he'd first forced them to drink it.
"So how's Duo?" Quatre asked, pausing momentarily to watch Heero over his shoulder. He barely noticed it, but it appeared as if Heero tensed up slightly at the name.
"Heero?" the crippled pilot looked up at Quatre with the ritual blank eyes and gave a shrug. It was true, he had no clue as to where Duo was at present. But the shrug didn't suffice, and he felt guilt creep up on him from the listless way in which he seemed to regard Duo. It couldn't' be shrugged off. It wasn't how he felt.
"You don't know?" Quatre sounded a bit surprised, thinking that after four years out of combat and warfare, Heero would have warmed up slightly.
"No." Heero's tone was deadly cold, but Quatre decided to pursue the subject further. It angered him that Heero could be so inconsiderate and cold.
"Why not? You have his address, don't you?" He said casually, dropping tea bags into the two cups of hot water he'd prepared, and went in search of some snack in the cupboards above his head. He didn't want to appear as disappointed or upset, and decided to take on Heero's act of indifference.
"I don't think so."
"Oh. Well I'm sure you can find him with a bit of effort." Quatre commented, his voice trailing acid as it left him. Heero raised an eyebrow at 04's turned back.
"I don't' need to find him." came his reply, which shocked even him. /=/I don't NEED to? What the fuck was that?/=/ his human conscience attacked him with /=/You'd rather be near him than to have your legs back and you know it!/=/ Heero wanted to tear his conscience out, and probably would have, had it been solid and removable. Quatre meanwhile, had stopped his preparation of the tea, and was facing Heero with a bitterly enraged expression on his face, which showed through due to his lack of skills to mask it up.
"Heero Yuy, you know that's not true." Heero shrugged again, and painfully watched Shinigami narrow his eyes at him and slink off the table in a huff, stalking out of the room and disappearing around the corner. Quatre sighed deeply, and retrieved the ceramic cups and placed one in front of the stoic ex-pilot. It seemed as if Heero wouldn't budge to the subject of Duo. He wouldn't react even if a picture of Duo was imprinted on his retina, Quatre figured. But he couldn't' help remembering, how happy they both seemed to be, together during the war. Heero most of all, as it was the only time he would let a wide smile grace his emotionless face.
~Flashback. End of a successful mission a few years ago...~
"Yay! Cheers to us!" Duo bounced around the campfire Heero had allowed them to build up happily, occasionally spilling the alcohol out of his glass and into the flames, causing them to erupt in sudden anger.
Trowa smiled at the clown, being the total opposite clown himself. The world's saddest clown, and a Duo Maxwell style clown. What a contrast there was. Quatre grabbed hold of Duo's boot when he came on his seventh bounce-around the fire, cautioning him quietly to sit down, which he did. Beside Heero, whose fingers were clattering across the black keys of his laptop.
"Aren't you going to celebrate?" Duo asked, smiling widely and offering his glass to Heero. Heero paused momentarily to look at the alcoholic drink, and shook his head. Duo stuck his tongue out, and peered over Heeros hand at the screen. As per usual, the mission data was set out in an organized fashion, and Heero soon clicked the square 'send' button. The screen flashed blue for a moment, and the red words 'Mission Complete' flashed across it, coloring both of their faces a light blue. Heero promptly shut the computer off, and folded it back into its compact form, seemingly ignoring the friendly hug he received from Duo on finishing the statistical part of the missions work.
"Good mission, ne?" Duo commented, gulping down the last of his drink swiftly.
"Hn." Heero commented, folding his legs beneath him and staring into the flickering flame of the fire, making sure it didn't roar up high enough to attract attention from unwelcome guests.
"Ooooooh, yeah, the 'hn' thing." Duo smirked in mock annoyance, wrapping his arm around Heeros shoulder. Heero simply remained still in his observation of the flames.
"Hey, Duo, I'm gonna get some sleep now." Quatre said, yawning, a tired look in his eyes. Trowa got up before Quatre, and helped the exhausted boy onto his feet. They strolled in silence a few meters from the fire where the gear lay Trowa tucked Quatre into his sleeping bag, folding the fabric up over the boys chest in a motherly fashion, and leaving Quatre a gentle kiss on the cheek. Duo watched with warmth more comforting than that coming from the fire at the way the silent, serious Trowa and Quatre were to each other the most important things on the planet as it seemed to him.
"Well then, Duo, Heero." Wufei got up too, picking up his and Duo's glasses on the way. "I'm going to get some well deserved sleep as well. Incase Monsieur Perfection forgets to remind you, put out the fire properly before you do the same." he ruffled Duo's hair as he passed, smiling, and slunk into the shadows to hunt around for his sleeping bag. Wufei really was a great person, despite his seemingly arrogant behavior in times of missions.
"Yeah, I'll go to bed soon...later..I'll..I'll..." Duo trailed off as a loud yawn caught hold of him, and he pulled his arm away from Heero to stretch. Blinking from as sleep invaded his eyes, he dozed off against the rock that supported his back. He really couldn't be bothered getting up to find his sleeping bag in the cold darkness, much less spare the effort to climb into it. It wasn't long before his breaths slowed down to a comfortable and even pace where he sat next to Heero.
Duo's head lolled to the side, held up by his neck in an uncomfortable fashion. From his place in the shadows, where Quatre still lay awake, he could see Heero's eyes shift instantly from the flames to Duo. Gently, the otherwise robot-influenced pilot reached behind Duo's head and tipped it to the other side, until Duo was comfortably supported against Heero's shoulder. Duo instinctively curled up against the warm body next to him, a sleepy smile twitching the corners of his mouth in gratitude.
Heero didn't mind at all, and soon enough, as the fired began to die down to embers, Quatre looked up to find Heeros head resting on top of Duo's. They were both asleep, closely nestled beside each other as the slept, their breathing steady and even.
Quatre smiled at the sight, and he too let sleep take him over.
~ End of Flashback ~
Quatre smiled again at the memory, catching Heero's eye.
"What are you smiling about?" Heero asked him with a raised eyebrow. Quatre chuckled slightly.
"I'm was just turning back time for the moment." he replied and got up to refill his cup of tea again, for the third time /=/Turning back time.../=/ Heero thought as he finished his tea, wiping his damp lips with the back of his hand and propping his arm up on the wooden table to rest his chin in a cupped hand. /=/ Time... /=/ he smiled faintly. He couldn't change the past, or go back to what had already happened a long time ago. He could, however, determine what was to come. The future had yet to form itself.
Perhaps, he'd bring up the courage to meet Duo again. He thought of the messily scribbled note with the pilots email address on it, left on his hospital bedside table while he was still recovering from the shock of almost dying. It was upstairs, in the file cabinet. Way back in the third drawer. He knew where it was. He'd always known he'd wanted to pull it out and contact Duo again. He'd been on the verge of doing so many times. But he could never quite bring himself to do it. But now, it seemed different. Not so…so uncomfortable.
/=/ Maybe, Duo...Maybe.../=/
To Be Continued
A/N: Writers block is officially cured ^_^ Yay! I hate it...I just had to finish "Duo's Nesquik" and "Boredomius Extremius and the Cures" (Humorous fics) to get rid of it..^_^ Good thing too. Hope you liked the chaaapter ^.~