Lokogato: Whoohoo! A/Ns! What fun! Nuthin' much changed here, 'cept that
we're pretendin' that Endless Waltz neva happened, and the Gundam pilots
ended up workin' for da Preventers. No Gundam destroyin' eva happened! Yay!
¬_¬'
Duo: And I get to glomp Hee-chan! ^^
Heero: *groans*
Lokogato: Sugar? *holds out brown paper bag full of . you guessed it, pure
sugar!* I suggest you have sumthin' sweet/caffeine-y for this fic! And for
those of you that dun know what the warnings on the summary mean (yes . I
was once that innocent too . ) this is PG-13 becuz of some death
flashbacks, kissing, and _suggested_, mind you . _suggested_ behind-the-
scenes not-quite-so-innocent going-ons between Tro-chan and Quat-chan . and
possibly Hee-chan and Duo-kun . poor, poor Wuffie-sama . anyways. Yupperz,
and of course, YAOI warnings! Yaoi is also known as shounen-ai . boy/boy
love . yeah, yeah . to put it simply . GAY PPL!! . 1x2, or Heero and Duo
and 3x4, Trowa and Quatre! And Wuffie-sama all by himself in the background
. scheming to . get Duo and Heero together?!
Wufei: Just stop talking and let them read the fic!
Lokogato: oh. Right. Heh . ^^;; . anyways . on with the ficcie!
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'Til It Hurts
"Heero!"
A long brown braid swung crazily and a pair of cobalt blue eyes tinged with amethyst sparkled mischievously as the hyperactive ball of slightly sadistic energy that labeled itself Duo Maxwell jumped onto the unfortunate Japanese pilot's back. "I'm right here!" Duo mimicked in a high, shrill voice. "Come and get me!"
The shorter-haired boy that had been attacked sighed, completely cobalt blue eyes flashing annoyance and amusement. "You're back." He stated, his usual simple, to the point sentences, nearly trademarked of Heero Yuy.
"Aw!" Duo pouted. "What's up with the monosyllables again? So boring!"
"You're back, Duo." Heero replied sarcastically.
Duo let go of Heero and sat down at his place, heaving a loud, dramatic sigh. "The first time I really get to participate in anything important, do I get to hang around people that talk and/or are normal? No, I get the complete anti-socials, the crazy sexists, and the peace-lover that goes psycho whenever he hits ZERO ." He muttered.
The Chinese boy (the aforementioned crazy sexist), Chang Wufei, gripped the handle of his spoon a little tighter, finished his bowl of rice a little faster, and left the table angrily, his form of silent protest that Duo was back in full force.
Trowa Barton's emerald eyes registered a faint disappointment that the peace and quiet of an otherwise pleasant morning had been disturbed by the American's return from his latest mission, and then reverted to the customary emotionless shade that was usually seen. His mouth curved into a barely detectable wry smile at the braided boy's performance.
A platinum blonde flinched at the mention of the 'peace-lover that goes psycho whenever he hits ZERO', and laughed a little nervously to fill the silence that followed Duo's more than noticeable entrance to the kitchen. "Uh . welcome back?" Quatre Raberba Winner ventured, earning a strange look from everyone in the room with the exception of Duo.
"At least there's ONE person who can appreciate a little energy." Duo sniffed. Heero simply shrugged.
"I'm wondering why you got that difficult a mission, instead of one of us, who've grown up with Gundams." He commented. Duo grinned and wagged a finger playfully at Heero.
"Well, hacking's what I am, and that mission required unbelievable amounts of hacking." Duo stated.
"You're not the only hacker in the group, you know, Duo." Heero said. "Why'd you really get to go?"
"Humph." Duo pouted. "You're no fun. I got to go 'cause there was some stuff that needed to be stolen and not attacked, and I was the natural choice." He said, before grabbing his spoon and beginning to shovel his rice into his mouth.
"Stolen? So why were you the 'natural choice'?" Heero asked, his interest piquing. No one really knew anything about Duo's past, or even Duo, for that matter, and he remained, even a year after they had all met, a mystery.
Duo glanced up from filling another bowl of rice. "Because."
"Because.?"
"Because." Duo affirmed, before starting to eat again. "Oh . yeah ." He said between swallows. "Speaking of . missions ." He stopped speaking to finish the bowl.
"Speaking of missions . what?" Heero said, now fully interested with the use of the magic word.
"Speaking of missions ." Duo said as he started to attack slice of bread with an overloaded butter knife. "I got a mission briefing just before I started back here ." He took a large bite of the toast and grimaced slightly. "I think your butter is a little salty, Q-man." Upon delivering this revelation, he grabbed the jam spoon and started to slather the already drowning-in-butter bread in strawberry jam.
"And.?" Heero demanded, angry that Duo wasn't getting to the point, despite the fact that he was wondering how Duo could handle so many different foods from different cultures at the same time.
"Une gave us five a mission, starting in a week. That woman is crazy with this whole being the head of the Preventers thing and all. She loves giving out orders . I don't even think it'll turn out to be something big." He said, before biting into the toast. "Much better." He commented, before going at it in full force. Trowa sighed, placed his spoon in his empty bowl, deposited the bowl and spoon in the sink, and left, followed shortly by Quatre, who was eager to get away from the explosions that were sure to come.
"What kind of mission?" Heero asked.
"Can't you wait until I finish dinner?" Duo demanded, still playful, but hinting towards anger. "Geez, can't a guy eat a little food around here?"
"A 'little' food, Duo?" Heero asked skeptically, his eyebrows disappearing underneath messy brown hair as he gazed upon the large bowl of rice, mound of toast, and plate stacked sky-high of just food in general, sitting in front of Duo, all of which were rapidly diminishing.
"A little." Duo confirmed.
*** *** *** a few hours later
"Details, c'mon, guys, details!" Duo grinned, his cobalt-amethyst eyes sparkling with nearly childish delight and mischief. "If you get together while I'm gone, at least have the courtesy to tell me something!" Trowa shifted uncomfortably, and Quatre turned the same shade of pink as his loose-fitting shirt.
"Well . it's kinda long ." He stalled. Duo smiled a settled a little more comfortably into the bed he was sitting on, which was actually Heero's. Heero was glaring at him from his spot on the same bed, but being ignored.
"We've lots of time." The American said. "Shoot."
"Um ." Quatre fidgeted. "Well . Trowa, why don't you tell it?" He said suddenly. Trowa looked slightly stunned, but sighed and relented to the nervous smile of the younger pilot.
"We were talking one night and the subject of being gay came up somehow, and it . well . burst out." He said shortly. Duo cocked his head, his long braid swinging dramatically with the motion.
"Who brought up the subject?" He inquired.
"I did." Heero said. "Happy now?" He added, losing Wufei, Quatre, and Trowa with the last two words.
"Yup!" Duo said happily. "Ninmu kanryu!" He said in heavily accented Japanese, holding up two fingers in a V for 'victory'.
"What's that?" Heero said lazily, his eyelids heavy, despite the fact that he was struggling to stay awake. In his present state of being half-asleep, and half-awake, he was considerably more amiable than in his usual alert condition. "Maxwell, are you stealing my lines?"
"Sure am!" He grinned, before bouncing off the bed to his bag, which was sitting by his own bedpost, and reaching in to grab a towel. Quatre and Trowa stared, surprised that it had been Duo and Heero's doing that they were together.
None of the Gundam pilots left anything lying around, even towels and toothbrushes. When they left an area, they had a habit of leaving it as if they had never been there, Duo and Heero in particular. "Well, I'm going to wash up and hit the sack. Anyone want to go before I wash my hair?" Duo added. Everyone shook their heads, and he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. As soon as they were sure that he couldn't hear them, the other four pilots began a hurried discussion.
"What do we know about his past now?" Quatre asked. "Something or somebody did his braid, and he doesn't like it out, his past had something to do with the church, which is why he always has that cross, he's an orphan, and he's good at stealing things. That's not much to go by." Heero sighed.
"I still don't understand why you guys have to go and pry into his prior life when he obviously doesn't want you to. Maybe he just wants to forget about it, and digging into it isn't going to help matters." He said wisely.
"We just want to find out about why he's so secretive about it." Wufei insisted.
"Have you considered he might be secretive about it because it was ludicrous, or illegal, or whatever?" Heero demanded. "I mean, what if he was a goddamn child prostitute or something? Who would want to remember that, or let other people know that they were one?"
"Very well put, Heero." A familiar voice said. Everyone looked in surprise at Duo, who was standing in the doorframe.
"D-duo!" Quatre said nervously. "That was . uh . fast!" He hedged.
"No, I'm not that fast." Duo laughed, the usually pleasant sound shot through with ice. "I just came back for my toothbrush. I forgot it." He took the black toothbrush out of his bag, and headed back towards the washroom. "Oh, and-" He said, his eyes hardening to an almost God of Death shade, the amethyst nearly disappearing into the cobalt blue. "About my past. Kindly keep your noses out." He said bitingly, before disappearing into the washroom.
Quatre blinked. "Um . that didn't really go all that well?" He managed. Everyone except Heero burst into nervous laughter, which lasted several minutes.
"Well, I hate to say I told you so . but I told you so." He said placidly, before starting change into his sleepwear.
"Give the boy a prize- he tried to joke." Wufei said dryly, before copying Heero's example and starting to change. Quatre blinked at Trowa who smiled amusedly. They both began to change as well.
When Duo finally came out of the washroom, twisting his long, nearly unmanageable hair into the customary braid, everyone was almost asleep.
"Duo?" Quatre murmured sleepily.
"Yeah, Q-man?"
"'M sorry . for prying ." He said softly, before finally dozing off.
Duo smiled at the small, innocent-looking pilot. "No prob, kiddo." His eyes, in the dark, turned into two hard, cold, cobalt orbs, the amethyst truly disappearing this time, as he remembered images of life on L2. Heero shifted in his bed slightly, and sat up.
"Duo?" He said softly.
"Hmm?" Duo sat on his own bed, putting a black holder at the end of the braid.
"Where's the mission going to be?"
Duo was silent for a moment, and if Heero had been able to see his eyes, he would have seen a shade of true violet anguish flit through them, before they reverted to normal. "L2." He said shortly, before pulling the covers over himself and curling up to go to sleep. Heero cocked his head, but went back to sleep.
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'Til It Hurts
"Heero!"
A long brown braid swung crazily and a pair of cobalt blue eyes tinged with amethyst sparkled mischievously as the hyperactive ball of slightly sadistic energy that labeled itself Duo Maxwell jumped onto the unfortunate Japanese pilot's back. "I'm right here!" Duo mimicked in a high, shrill voice. "Come and get me!"
The shorter-haired boy that had been attacked sighed, completely cobalt blue eyes flashing annoyance and amusement. "You're back." He stated, his usual simple, to the point sentences, nearly trademarked of Heero Yuy.
"Aw!" Duo pouted. "What's up with the monosyllables again? So boring!"
"You're back, Duo." Heero replied sarcastically.
Duo let go of Heero and sat down at his place, heaving a loud, dramatic sigh. "The first time I really get to participate in anything important, do I get to hang around people that talk and/or are normal? No, I get the complete anti-socials, the crazy sexists, and the peace-lover that goes psycho whenever he hits ZERO ." He muttered.
The Chinese boy (the aforementioned crazy sexist), Chang Wufei, gripped the handle of his spoon a little tighter, finished his bowl of rice a little faster, and left the table angrily, his form of silent protest that Duo was back in full force.
Trowa Barton's emerald eyes registered a faint disappointment that the peace and quiet of an otherwise pleasant morning had been disturbed by the American's return from his latest mission, and then reverted to the customary emotionless shade that was usually seen. His mouth curved into a barely detectable wry smile at the braided boy's performance.
A platinum blonde flinched at the mention of the 'peace-lover that goes psycho whenever he hits ZERO', and laughed a little nervously to fill the silence that followed Duo's more than noticeable entrance to the kitchen. "Uh . welcome back?" Quatre Raberba Winner ventured, earning a strange look from everyone in the room with the exception of Duo.
"At least there's ONE person who can appreciate a little energy." Duo sniffed. Heero simply shrugged.
"I'm wondering why you got that difficult a mission, instead of one of us, who've grown up with Gundams." He commented. Duo grinned and wagged a finger playfully at Heero.
"Well, hacking's what I am, and that mission required unbelievable amounts of hacking." Duo stated.
"You're not the only hacker in the group, you know, Duo." Heero said. "Why'd you really get to go?"
"Humph." Duo pouted. "You're no fun. I got to go 'cause there was some stuff that needed to be stolen and not attacked, and I was the natural choice." He said, before grabbing his spoon and beginning to shovel his rice into his mouth.
"Stolen? So why were you the 'natural choice'?" Heero asked, his interest piquing. No one really knew anything about Duo's past, or even Duo, for that matter, and he remained, even a year after they had all met, a mystery.
Duo glanced up from filling another bowl of rice. "Because."
"Because.?"
"Because." Duo affirmed, before starting to eat again. "Oh . yeah ." He said between swallows. "Speaking of . missions ." He stopped speaking to finish the bowl.
"Speaking of missions . what?" Heero said, now fully interested with the use of the magic word.
"Speaking of missions ." Duo said as he started to attack slice of bread with an overloaded butter knife. "I got a mission briefing just before I started back here ." He took a large bite of the toast and grimaced slightly. "I think your butter is a little salty, Q-man." Upon delivering this revelation, he grabbed the jam spoon and started to slather the already drowning-in-butter bread in strawberry jam.
"And.?" Heero demanded, angry that Duo wasn't getting to the point, despite the fact that he was wondering how Duo could handle so many different foods from different cultures at the same time.
"Une gave us five a mission, starting in a week. That woman is crazy with this whole being the head of the Preventers thing and all. She loves giving out orders . I don't even think it'll turn out to be something big." He said, before biting into the toast. "Much better." He commented, before going at it in full force. Trowa sighed, placed his spoon in his empty bowl, deposited the bowl and spoon in the sink, and left, followed shortly by Quatre, who was eager to get away from the explosions that were sure to come.
"What kind of mission?" Heero asked.
"Can't you wait until I finish dinner?" Duo demanded, still playful, but hinting towards anger. "Geez, can't a guy eat a little food around here?"
"A 'little' food, Duo?" Heero asked skeptically, his eyebrows disappearing underneath messy brown hair as he gazed upon the large bowl of rice, mound of toast, and plate stacked sky-high of just food in general, sitting in front of Duo, all of which were rapidly diminishing.
"A little." Duo confirmed.
*** *** *** a few hours later
"Details, c'mon, guys, details!" Duo grinned, his cobalt-amethyst eyes sparkling with nearly childish delight and mischief. "If you get together while I'm gone, at least have the courtesy to tell me something!" Trowa shifted uncomfortably, and Quatre turned the same shade of pink as his loose-fitting shirt.
"Well . it's kinda long ." He stalled. Duo smiled a settled a little more comfortably into the bed he was sitting on, which was actually Heero's. Heero was glaring at him from his spot on the same bed, but being ignored.
"We've lots of time." The American said. "Shoot."
"Um ." Quatre fidgeted. "Well . Trowa, why don't you tell it?" He said suddenly. Trowa looked slightly stunned, but sighed and relented to the nervous smile of the younger pilot.
"We were talking one night and the subject of being gay came up somehow, and it . well . burst out." He said shortly. Duo cocked his head, his long braid swinging dramatically with the motion.
"Who brought up the subject?" He inquired.
"I did." Heero said. "Happy now?" He added, losing Wufei, Quatre, and Trowa with the last two words.
"Yup!" Duo said happily. "Ninmu kanryu!" He said in heavily accented Japanese, holding up two fingers in a V for 'victory'.
"What's that?" Heero said lazily, his eyelids heavy, despite the fact that he was struggling to stay awake. In his present state of being half-asleep, and half-awake, he was considerably more amiable than in his usual alert condition. "Maxwell, are you stealing my lines?"
"Sure am!" He grinned, before bouncing off the bed to his bag, which was sitting by his own bedpost, and reaching in to grab a towel. Quatre and Trowa stared, surprised that it had been Duo and Heero's doing that they were together.
None of the Gundam pilots left anything lying around, even towels and toothbrushes. When they left an area, they had a habit of leaving it as if they had never been there, Duo and Heero in particular. "Well, I'm going to wash up and hit the sack. Anyone want to go before I wash my hair?" Duo added. Everyone shook their heads, and he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. As soon as they were sure that he couldn't hear them, the other four pilots began a hurried discussion.
"What do we know about his past now?" Quatre asked. "Something or somebody did his braid, and he doesn't like it out, his past had something to do with the church, which is why he always has that cross, he's an orphan, and he's good at stealing things. That's not much to go by." Heero sighed.
"I still don't understand why you guys have to go and pry into his prior life when he obviously doesn't want you to. Maybe he just wants to forget about it, and digging into it isn't going to help matters." He said wisely.
"We just want to find out about why he's so secretive about it." Wufei insisted.
"Have you considered he might be secretive about it because it was ludicrous, or illegal, or whatever?" Heero demanded. "I mean, what if he was a goddamn child prostitute or something? Who would want to remember that, or let other people know that they were one?"
"Very well put, Heero." A familiar voice said. Everyone looked in surprise at Duo, who was standing in the doorframe.
"D-duo!" Quatre said nervously. "That was . uh . fast!" He hedged.
"No, I'm not that fast." Duo laughed, the usually pleasant sound shot through with ice. "I just came back for my toothbrush. I forgot it." He took the black toothbrush out of his bag, and headed back towards the washroom. "Oh, and-" He said, his eyes hardening to an almost God of Death shade, the amethyst nearly disappearing into the cobalt blue. "About my past. Kindly keep your noses out." He said bitingly, before disappearing into the washroom.
Quatre blinked. "Um . that didn't really go all that well?" He managed. Everyone except Heero burst into nervous laughter, which lasted several minutes.
"Well, I hate to say I told you so . but I told you so." He said placidly, before starting change into his sleepwear.
"Give the boy a prize- he tried to joke." Wufei said dryly, before copying Heero's example and starting to change. Quatre blinked at Trowa who smiled amusedly. They both began to change as well.
When Duo finally came out of the washroom, twisting his long, nearly unmanageable hair into the customary braid, everyone was almost asleep.
"Duo?" Quatre murmured sleepily.
"Yeah, Q-man?"
"'M sorry . for prying ." He said softly, before finally dozing off.
Duo smiled at the small, innocent-looking pilot. "No prob, kiddo." His eyes, in the dark, turned into two hard, cold, cobalt orbs, the amethyst truly disappearing this time, as he remembered images of life on L2. Heero shifted in his bed slightly, and sat up.
"Duo?" He said softly.
"Hmm?" Duo sat on his own bed, putting a black holder at the end of the braid.
"Where's the mission going to be?"
Duo was silent for a moment, and if Heero had been able to see his eyes, he would have seen a shade of true violet anguish flit through them, before they reverted to normal. "L2." He said shortly, before pulling the covers over himself and curling up to go to sleep. Heero cocked his head, but went back to sleep.
