Chapter 2
Duo rubbed his eyes and looked again. Sure enough, on his bed was a figure cloaked in shadows, white wings hanging limply off the side of the bed, barely visible, just pale smudges in the darkness.
"Holy Shit!" Duo gasped, then clamped a hand over his mouth realizing that this was probably not the most polite thing to say in the company of...of...whatever it was.
Suddenly there was a semi-automatic pistol shoved up his left nostril. Duo found himself staring into a pair of muddled, yet familiar blazing cobalt eyes.
"He...Heero?!" Quite suddenly Duo's eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted. Heero lurched forward and caught him.
Heero muttered a few profanities to cover his hurt. This was not what he needed right now. He hitched Duo over the bed and after pulling up a chair, sat down to wait.
Blue eyes skimmed over the braided boy quietly assessing...approving what they saw. Dark lashes skimmed across tanned skin shuttering what he knew were sparkling violet eyes, upturned nose with a light dusting of freckles, curved lips...
Duo groaned and covered his eyes with his hand.
"Shit. That was the weirdest drea...SHIT!!"
Duo sat bolt upright, eyes wide and turned to Heero.
"ShitshitshitshitSHIT!" In shock and surprise, Duo leaned back...and fell off the bed, tangling himself in the covers, landing with a loud thump and a muffled "Ack!". Heero waited, and sure enough a pair of violet eyes framed with now messy bangs peered up from the side of the bed.
"So...um Heero. Um...mind telling me where you um...got the wings?"
Catching the blazing fury in Heero's eyes, Duo decided on another course of action.
"Er...what I meant to say was...um...ya want some coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee."
"Well I need some...laced with whiskey." Duo rose shakily to his feet and almost collapsed again. Fortunately, there was a conveniently placed shoulder that helped him.
"Thanks man."
"Hn."
Yup, same old Heero...well...kinda. What the HELL happened to him? I will not ask him now.. Whatever it was, he is clearly not happy about it, and upsetting Heero Yuy is not on my list of suicidal things to do.
Half dragging and half walking they made it to Duo's kitchen. Heero unceremoniously dropped Duo into a chair. Heero stumbled over to another chair and almost fell into it.
Suddenly Duo realized that he wasn't the only one trembling. He frowned and for the first time took a good look at his former partner. Wide eyes took in Heero's current state, emaciated limbs hung limply by his sides. Greasy bangs fell over big, too big eyes, in a pinched pale face. He was flushed and still damp. Great. Well I can't do a thing about it until he's either calmed down, or passed out.
"Why are you looking at me?" Heero monotoned.
"Well...um...no offense Heero, but you've undergone a few minor changes." Sarcasm was evident in Duo's voice, as was an undertone of worry.
Heero trained his eyes on the table. "I don't want to talk about it right now."
Duo lost it. "What the hell? You show up in my apartment, drenched and leaving trails of water, emaciated and smelly, and with mother fucking wings on your back!! And you don't want to talk about it?!?"
He was immediately pinned to his chair by a glare. "I said...I don't want to talk about it."
"Look Heero, that little Death glare of yours may have worked on me when we were pilots, but I'm a little older now, and you don't scare me!" as much. Duo added internally. "Now, if you'll give me a second, I'm going to go make myself some coffee while you can sit here and think for a little while, because I don't know about you, but this whole situation is slightly out of the norm for me."
Duo got up from his chair and wobbled his way to the coffee pot, which was still filled with leftover coffee from that morning. Grabbing a cup, he filled it, and stuck it in the microwave setting the timer for two minutes. [1] When it beeped, Duo opened the door and grabbed his cup, sloshing hot coffee over the side and onto his hand.
He managed to put the cup down before erupting into a string of curses, grabbing his finger and doing a little dance of pain. [2]
Before he realized what was happening Heero was standing in front of him, grabbing his finger and examining it. He hauled him over to the sink and thrust the finger under cold water. A stunned Duo didn't offer any protest. After a minute or two Heero pulled the finger back out again and after offering a "Hn." which Duo interpreted to mean everything was fine, walked back to his seat picking up the chair he had knocked over in his haste. He sat down and glared at Duo, daring him to say something.
That was different. Duo though dazedly, The Heero I remember wouldn't give a rat's rear if I was dying! Wisely, Duo chose to say nothing, though he filed away the event in his mind, to review at a later time. He picked up his mug of coffee and sat down at the table once again.
"So Heero, ya gonna tell me what happened or what?"
[1] I figure microwaves will still be around in the future. They're pretty helpful little buggers! ^_^;
[2] Something I do frequently when I maim myself. -_-;
Duo rubbed his eyes and looked again. Sure enough, on his bed was a figure cloaked in shadows, white wings hanging limply off the side of the bed, barely visible, just pale smudges in the darkness.
"Holy Shit!" Duo gasped, then clamped a hand over his mouth realizing that this was probably not the most polite thing to say in the company of...of...whatever it was.
Suddenly there was a semi-automatic pistol shoved up his left nostril. Duo found himself staring into a pair of muddled, yet familiar blazing cobalt eyes.
"He...Heero?!" Quite suddenly Duo's eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted. Heero lurched forward and caught him.
Heero muttered a few profanities to cover his hurt. This was not what he needed right now. He hitched Duo over the bed and after pulling up a chair, sat down to wait.
Blue eyes skimmed over the braided boy quietly assessing...approving what they saw. Dark lashes skimmed across tanned skin shuttering what he knew were sparkling violet eyes, upturned nose with a light dusting of freckles, curved lips...
Duo groaned and covered his eyes with his hand.
"Shit. That was the weirdest drea...SHIT!!"
Duo sat bolt upright, eyes wide and turned to Heero.
"ShitshitshitshitSHIT!" In shock and surprise, Duo leaned back...and fell off the bed, tangling himself in the covers, landing with a loud thump and a muffled "Ack!". Heero waited, and sure enough a pair of violet eyes framed with now messy bangs peered up from the side of the bed.
"So...um Heero. Um...mind telling me where you um...got the wings?"
Catching the blazing fury in Heero's eyes, Duo decided on another course of action.
"Er...what I meant to say was...um...ya want some coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee."
"Well I need some...laced with whiskey." Duo rose shakily to his feet and almost collapsed again. Fortunately, there was a conveniently placed shoulder that helped him.
"Thanks man."
"Hn."
Yup, same old Heero...well...kinda. What the HELL happened to him? I will not ask him now.. Whatever it was, he is clearly not happy about it, and upsetting Heero Yuy is not on my list of suicidal things to do.
Half dragging and half walking they made it to Duo's kitchen. Heero unceremoniously dropped Duo into a chair. Heero stumbled over to another chair and almost fell into it.
Suddenly Duo realized that he wasn't the only one trembling. He frowned and for the first time took a good look at his former partner. Wide eyes took in Heero's current state, emaciated limbs hung limply by his sides. Greasy bangs fell over big, too big eyes, in a pinched pale face. He was flushed and still damp. Great. Well I can't do a thing about it until he's either calmed down, or passed out.
"Why are you looking at me?" Heero monotoned.
"Well...um...no offense Heero, but you've undergone a few minor changes." Sarcasm was evident in Duo's voice, as was an undertone of worry.
Heero trained his eyes on the table. "I don't want to talk about it right now."
Duo lost it. "What the hell? You show up in my apartment, drenched and leaving trails of water, emaciated and smelly, and with mother fucking wings on your back!! And you don't want to talk about it?!?"
He was immediately pinned to his chair by a glare. "I said...I don't want to talk about it."
"Look Heero, that little Death glare of yours may have worked on me when we were pilots, but I'm a little older now, and you don't scare me!" as much. Duo added internally. "Now, if you'll give me a second, I'm going to go make myself some coffee while you can sit here and think for a little while, because I don't know about you, but this whole situation is slightly out of the norm for me."
Duo got up from his chair and wobbled his way to the coffee pot, which was still filled with leftover coffee from that morning. Grabbing a cup, he filled it, and stuck it in the microwave setting the timer for two minutes. [1] When it beeped, Duo opened the door and grabbed his cup, sloshing hot coffee over the side and onto his hand.
He managed to put the cup down before erupting into a string of curses, grabbing his finger and doing a little dance of pain. [2]
Before he realized what was happening Heero was standing in front of him, grabbing his finger and examining it. He hauled him over to the sink and thrust the finger under cold water. A stunned Duo didn't offer any protest. After a minute or two Heero pulled the finger back out again and after offering a "Hn." which Duo interpreted to mean everything was fine, walked back to his seat picking up the chair he had knocked over in his haste. He sat down and glared at Duo, daring him to say something.
That was different. Duo though dazedly, The Heero I remember wouldn't give a rat's rear if I was dying! Wisely, Duo chose to say nothing, though he filed away the event in his mind, to review at a later time. He picked up his mug of coffee and sat down at the table once again.
"So Heero, ya gonna tell me what happened or what?"
[1] I figure microwaves will still be around in the future. They're pretty helpful little buggers! ^_^;
[2] Something I do frequently when I maim myself. -_-;
