Warning: Lots of silliness, drinking (legal age down to 18 haha), and…yeah.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is copyright Sotsu Agency and whatnot. Not mine.
Written: April 3, 2002 - May 6, 2002

Heero's Fatal Mistake
By Seraphina DW

"Hello?"

"Hello, Hilde. This is Relena."

"Oh, Relena, hi. What's up?"

"Other than the sky, meetings, meetings, and more meetings. That includes a very important conference this weekend. Regarding to why I called you, I was wondering if Duo told you anything about Heero lately."

"Uh…no he hasn't. Why?"

"Well, you see, he's been rather detached lately. I was wondering if anything was troubling him."

"I think he might need to loosen up some more then," Hilde suggested. "Duo's been having the same problem. I think he may be losing interest in me."

Relena frowned over the phone. "There's got to be something we can do. Might you have any suggestions?"

"Well, um, yeah…"

And so the two girls commenced to brainstorm a mastermind plan to make Heero and Duo do as they pleased…who knows what that might be.

***

"So, Heero, how's life?" Duo asked, popping another can of beer.

"Fine," Heero responded flatly, tossing an empty water bottle between his hands. "Just fine."

"Aww..." Duo leaned back on his lawn chair, gazing up at the speckled stars above, while feeling the cool breeze pass over the rooftop of his apartment building. "How's Miss Queen of the World?"

"Don't call her that," Heero snapped, dropping the bottle.

"Getting emotional Heero? I s'ppose that's a good thing for a guy like y'self," Duo said slyly, a full smirk drawn on his lips.

"Don't make me shove that braid down your throat, Duo," Heero threatened, his fists clenching.

"Y'wouldn't -- gahh --ppshawwrrpph"

Duo found his braid wrapped tightly around his throat and currently getting shoved into his mouth. He flailed his arms and kicked at Heero, successfully knocking a small device out of his jacket pocket. It skidded on the cement, and beeped.

Heero picked it up, and a small screen flickered with Relena's image.

Unwinding the chokehold of his braid, Duo said bitterly, "Speak of the Devil, more likely the Devil's mistress."

Heero shot Duo another warning glare, making Duo lurch back, tumbling off his chair which toppled onto him.

"Ahh, damnit!" Duo yelled, his hair getting tangled within the metal bars.

Relena laughed on the screen. "What's going on, Heero?"

"Nothing important," Heero said tersely, then his face softened. "Do you want something?"

"Actually, Hilde invited us for dinner this evening..."

"What dinner? Huh? Hilde invited you guys? What?" Duo asked, successfully tugging his braid from the wreck, then tripping over the chair, landing on his face. "What the hell is wrong with me today?"

"Ask yourself that everyday, Duo, and maybe you'll figure it out," Heero smirked.

"Heero!" Relena scorned. "Anyway, we are to be at that quaint corner restaurant near Hilde's at seven. Don't be late."

"I won't, though I can't speak for Duo," Heero smirked again.

"Hey, would you stop saying crap about me? If I was that incompetent, I wouldn't've been a Gundam pilot. Think about that!" Duo protested, fixing his lawn chair back upright as well as the beer cans that rolled about.

"I think the professor accidentally switched some one else's identity with yours when deciding who'd be a Gundam pilot," Heero replied, a smug look on his face.

"Goodbyyee, Heero," Relena drawled, trying to get his attention. Instead, Heero was still glaring at Duo triumphantly. "I love you, Heero?" Immediately, Heero face turned back to his vidphone, but saw only a black screen.

'What was...what was that about?' Heero wondered.

"Aww...she loves you. You're a lucky man, Heero. Now, it's only a matter of time before you finally get laid -- ahhhh!!" Duo ran to the descending staircase with Heero wielding a lawn chair and swinging it at his head.