Disclaimer: nope, I don't Gundam Wing... if I did, then yay! but I don't...
I'm not getting anything for this, unfortunately *sighs* ah well, give a
little get a little, I suppose
Warnings: OOC Heero, OOC Quatre, just a bit, I think... and some shounen- ai, 1+2, some 5+2 and some hints towards 4+2... not much Trowa, I'm afraid, since he just doesn't seem to fit anywhere in this... gomen... and it's very poor humor, but hey, I thought it was funny when I wrote it... but then it was late, and I'd laugh at anything... er, yeah... here goes nothing!
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After a while, the three G-Boys sat in the livingroom, watching TV. Duo and Wufei were both easily ignoring the fact that they had a pacifist princess under their roof, and she was being chased by a jealousy-fueled Heero Yuy. While Quatre would look up in concern, when Relena would run by, Heero hot on her trail. Duo and Wufei were pretty much unfazed by it.
Then they looked up, seeing Trowa walk into the livingroom.
"Hey, where you been?" Duo asked.
Trowa watched him for a moment, blankly, then he glanced at the TV. Then he raised an eyebrow, seeing Relena run by the livingroom, Heero chasing after her, waving around his 9mm. Finally, he answered, "out..." he said, in his soft voice.
"Busy day, huh?" Duo joked.
Trowa shook his head, then he sat down in the easy chair. Once again Relena and Heero ran by, "what're they doing?" he asked, confused.
"Heero has a thing for Duo, Relena kissed Duo, Heero gets jealous, Heero then tries to kill Relena," Wufei said, simply, ignoring the braided boy's glaring at him.
"Why would Relena kiss Duo..? No offense, Duo," Trowa said, still not quite understanding.
"None taken..." Duo said, with a shrug.
"To get Heero off Wufei's trail," Quatre explained.
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Why was Heero chasing..?" he started to ask.
"Don't ask..!" Wufei and Duo both spat. Quatre tried not to laugh.
"Seriously, what happened?" Trowa asked, with surpising patience.
"I only did it to save Winner's skin!" Wufei said, defensively.
The silent pilot had no idea what Wufei was talking about, but he decided to just accept that as a reasonable answer. Then he glanced at the younger pilot, "what'd you do to Heero?" he asked.
Quatre turned beet red, "it's a little bit too complicated," he mumbled. Wufei snickered.
"Okay... what's going on? Tell me," Trowa ordered. "How did this all start?"
All four G-Boys ignored Relena as she ran by, screeching, yet again.
Then Quatre and Wufei then both pointed at Duo. "He started everything..." they both said, in unison.
Trowa blinked, all this meant Duo must know about Heero's infatuation of him. "Okay, makes sense at least," he thought, wryly.
"Duo, say something, already!" Quatre pleaded. The braided boy shook his head, still staring at the TV, the Arabian decided to try a different approach.
"Alright... Duo, if Heero kills Relena, most likely it'll be on the news, and on the news, they'll ask Heero what his motives were..." Duo's cobalt blue eyes widened bit by bit, as Quatre spoke. "And once Heero says, 'she was kissing my one true love, Duo Maxwell', on international TV, everyone will see it... including all the women," the Arabian finished.
Wufei was actually biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud. While Trowa was smiling, very faintly.
Then Duo jumped to his feet, abruptly. "Heero! Stop it already!" he yelled.
Heero frowned as he stopped running, then he glanced at the object of his affection. "Why?" he demanded.
"Because, I want you..." Duo paused, trying to choose the right words, then he saw Heero's face brighten. "To stop all this insanity..!" he added, hastily.
Quatre covered his mouth to avoid laughing out loud, while Wufei was still biting his lip, trying to ignore them. Trowa merely watched them, his eyebrow raised, again.
Heero glared down the hall, where Relena ran, "I don't want to," he responded, darkly. Then he saw Relena peer around the corner. In the blink of an eye, Heero had the gun raised, and he fired off three shots!
"Heero!" Quatre shouted, the others merely watched in shock.
It was silent for a moment. Then, "Heeeeeroooooooooo!" Relena screeched.
"Damn wall..." Heero muttered, as he loaded another clip.
Quatre sighed in relief. Duo sighed, "he missed... damnit," he grumbled.
Wufei smirked, "you don't like competition, Maxwell?" he asked, dryly. The glare Duo shot at him could have rivalled with Heero's glare. But Wufei merely snickered at it.
***
Duo grimaced again, it was unbearable seeing Heero so... so... jealous and possessive! Quatre went into the kitchen to start dinner, Wufei went outside to meditate or train, whichever. And Trowa went out again, for who knows what reasons.
"Heero!" Relena screeched again as she ran by for about the umpteenth time.
"Will you stop running so I can shoot you, already?!" Heero shouted.
Finally, Duo stood up and walked up to the door-frame and leaned against it, waiting for them to pass by again. Once he spotted a pink figure running in his direction, Duo stuck out his long leg, sending the princess sprawling to the floor.
"Ack!" she shrieked.
"Arigatou, Duo," Heero called as he approached them.
Duo ignored him as he pulled Relena to her feet and shoved her towards the door. "Just leave, Relena..." he said, in a serious tone, which shocked the princess to actually hear.
Heero glared at Duo as the braided boy stood in his path, letting Relena make a mad dash for the front door.
"What're you doing!?" Heero demanded, his trigger finger twitching, almost unhealthily.
"Why're you jealous, Heero?" Duo asked, with a confused expression on his face.
Heero's eyes hardened, "I just am," he spat.
"C' mon it's me, Heero... you gotta have a better reason than that... being the Perfect Soldier, and all..."
Heero stared at the floor for a moment, "I just want you to myself, that's all..." he muttered.
Duo swallowed, hearing those words from Heero's mouth it only made him more uncomfortable, but he tried to hide that, since he forced Heero into telling him. Heero stepped up to him, his prussian blue eyes piercing deeply into Duo's cobalt blue eyes.
"I want you, Duo..."
"erk!" Duo choked out.
"... To myself..." Heero finished.
Duo sighed in relief, his legs feeling like jelly.
"You kissed two people, today..." Heero said, as if it were an afterthought.
Duo shrugged, "yeah well... erm, call it a treat I guess," he said slowly.
"I never got a 'treat'..." Heero pointed out.
Duo fidgeted. Well geez, now that made him VERY uncomfortable.
"Yeah well... I uhhh, just had to, uhhh... well, look at the time! It's dinner!" he blurted out and started to walk by.
Then a strong, well-muscled yet slender arm was in front of him, as Heero slammed his palm into the wall, keeping the American from leaving. Duo started to back up, only to get Heero's other arm, blocking him off.
"Oh man!" Duo thought, nervously. This was the same position that Heero caught Duo and Quatre in. "Erm... heh, hey Heero", he said, smiling goofily, cheerfully, and yeah... awkwardly, too.
Heero smiled, it was faint, and very hard to even notice, but a smile nontheless. "Hey, Duo," he said, softly. Since Heero was so close, Duo could see the corners of his lips lift, easily.
"So..! Heh, too bad that wall got in your way, huh?" Duo said, forcing a wide grin.
Heero nodded, saying nothing, as he stared into Duo's eyes. The braided boy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortably again. This was not gonna go too well.
Little did Duo know, let alone notice, Heero was very slowly bringing his mouth closer to the American's. His motions were so subtle that Duo never noticed what Heero was doing until he was an inch away, more or less.
"Erm..." Duo mumbled, and tried to back into the wall, but he was already pretty much pressed up to it. Duo cringed slightly as Heero's lips just grazed his, the beginning of their kiss.
Then, "NO!!!" Quatre shouted, tackling Heero down to the floor.[1]
"ACK!" Duo yelped, he bit his lip and glanced at Quatre pinning Heero down.
"Quatre! What're you doing?" Duo asked, confused.
Quatre shrugged, "I, uhhh... have no idea... it just seemed like the right thing to do," he answered.
"WILL YOU GET OFF ME, WINNER!?" Heero snarled.
"Oh man, now look what you started up, again!" Duo wailed.
Heero threw up his legs, thus flipping Quatre over his head easily, then he stood up, sweeping Duo into his arms and made a mad dash down the hall.
"What the hell..!?" Duo blurted out, confused. This was REALLY not gonna go well!
***
"Heero did what!?" Wufei asked, in shock, already trying not to laugh.
"Heero just swept Duo off his feet, like this..!" as Quatre spoke, he swept Wufei off his feet, holding him the way Heero carried Duo off [2].
"What the hell..!?" Wufei blurted out, in slight shock at how strong the skinny little Arabian boy was.
"Oh yeah, that's exactly what Duo said, too!" Quatre said, in awe that Wufei knew.
"Put me down, you idiot!" Wufei snapped. "This is an injustice!" he struggled to get out of his arms.
Quatre blinked then shrugged, dropping Wufei down to the kitchen floor. "Itai!" the Chinese pilot grunted. Then a split-second later he was on his feet again, how Wufei could get up so fast was beyond the Arabian's comprehension.
Then Nataku's pilot suddenly had a thought. "You don't think Yuy would... er, you know... to the baka, do you?"
Quatre's eyes widened, "you never know! Come on!" he blurted out and ran up the stairs down the hall, towards Heero's room, Wufei at his heels.
"If he does anything..." Quatre heard Wufei growl. Blinking, Quatre glanced back at him.
"What'd you say?" he asked, perplexed.
"Nothing, not a thing..." Wufei muttered.
"Hey, listen Heero... I'm really flattered and all, but I think this should all wait, ya know..? Since I'm not sure if I'm into this kinda thing..." they both heard Duo's voice through the solid oak door.
"Hey, that's my pants, ya know!?" Duo blurted out, Quatre turned red, at hearing Duo say such a thing.
Wufei growled, and kicked open the door. Both pilots were shocked at what they saw Heero and Duo doing!
"What the hell!?" they both said, in astonishment.
Heero and Duo, both sitting on the Japanese pilot's bed... folding laundry?! Both fell over, anime-style.
"Erm, hey guys", Duo said, cheerfully. Wufei jumped to his feet, "BAKA!" he snapped. Heero glared at Wufei for calling Duo that, Wufei merely glared back.
Quatre tip-toed over to Duo and leaned in, towards his ear. "Uhhh, Duo... are you okay?" he whispered in slight concern.
Duo blinked, "yeah... I'm fine... why?" he asked, confused.
"Well, we kind of heard you say... something, about your pants... and we, umm, assumed... ya know..." the blonde boy said, turning red again, as he explained.
Duo blinked again, then he burst out laughing. "I can't believe you of all people thought that, Quatre!" he howled harder, with laughter. Quatre turned crimson.
Duo sat up, feeling bad for laughing at the younger pilot, after all, the kid was just worried about his well-being. Duo grabbed a pair of just folded pants and unfolded them, to Heero's annoyance.
"These are my pants... I dunno how they got with Heero's laundry, but hey, at least they're clean right?" Duo said, cheerfully.
Quatre nodded, and turned to Heero and Wufei, who were still glaring back and forth at each other.
"I think something's wrong with Wufei..." Quatre whispered to Duo.
"Huh?" he asked, confused.
"Uhh, come with me..." Quatre said, grabbing Duo's hand and started to pull him towards the door.
Then, Quatre froze at hearing the familiar sound of a safety catch getting turned off on a 9mm.
"Going somewhere, Winner?" a voice asked, coldly.
Hesitantly, Quatre looked over his shoulder. Sure enough there was Heero, aiming his prized 9mm directly at him."Uhh, yeah..." Quatre responded, then swallowed, nervously.
"Ah, just relax, Heero... Quatre just has something to share, alright?" Duo said, smiling assuringly at the Japanese pilot, who still looked suspicious of Quatre's actions, then he slowly lowered the gun.
"Fine... but must he hold your hand like that?" he demanded, Duo shrugged.
Quatre turned red and dropped Duo's hand, as he hastily walked out. Duo grinned and followed.
***
"WHAAT!?" Duo yelled, Quatre cringed, he wasn't expecting Duo to lose his composure THAT fast.
Duo jumped up and down. "You gotta be lying, Quatre!!! It's Wufei, damnit! Wufei's not like that!" he snapped.
Quatre sighed. "I'm just saying, Duo... Wufei didn't like the idea of Heero... doing... things... to you..." he began to turn red again as he spoke of such things. And once again, Duo burst out laughing at Quatre's red faced expression. Then he suddenly turned serious.
"So, wait... you're saying that Wu-Wu might be..."
Quatre shrugged, that was a possibility. Wufei was... well, gay, or at least bisexual.
Duo grimaced. "Why the hell is everyone after me, today?!?!" he wailed.
"Shhh, Duo! Keep it down, they'll hear," Quatre whispered.
Duo sighed and slid down the wall into a sitting position, resting his arms on his knees, as he lowered his head. Quatre rubbed Duo's shoulder, sympathetically.
"Hey, it's alright Duo, can it really be that bad?" he asked, in a gentle tone.
Duo froze and slowly looked up at Quatre, "you know what, Cat..? the way you keep trying to make me feel better, I'd say you were hitting on me," he said, dryly. Quatre turned red, AGAIN.
"ARE YOU INSANE!?!? I WOULD NEVER HIT ON YOU! SURE YOU HAVE NICE EYES, GOOD BODY AND A FUN PERSONALITY BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M ATTRACTED TO YOU, IN ANY WAY!" he shouted.
Duo blinked, "I was kidding, Cat... geez, settle down, I'm sorry, okay?" he said with a wide grin.
Quatre gaped at him. Did he just blurt out all that? That he thought Duo had nice eyes, good body and a fun personality!? Quatre frowned, "no! You're not attracted to Duo, Quatre... he's just not your type," the Arabian told himself.
Duo stood up, "why does everything happen to me, anyways?" he grumbled.
Quatre sighed in relief, luckily Duo wasn't really paying attention to his outburst. Or if he did, he was acting like it never happened. To the Arabian's immense relief. Then with a sigh they both went back to Heero's room.
***
"Baka!" Heero shouted, throwing a chair at Wufei, who dodged it and grabbed the Wing Pilot's precious laptop and held it up, with a devillish smirk. WingZero's pilot froze, "hey! Put it down!" he snapped.
"Maybe I will, but first, is there a difference between 'putting down' and 'dropping it'?" Wufei asked, looking as if he were truly pondering his question. Heero released a low growl and aimed his 9mm at Nataku's pilot.
"You guys mind telling us what you're doing?" Quatre's voice asked, both Asian pilots turned to Heero's doorway, seeing Quatre look genuinely perplexed and curious on the situation, while Duo...
Well, he looked downright uncomfortable with being in a BEDroom with two guys, possibly three, that had the hots for him. Well hey, if he got used to the idea of Heero liking him, maybe he could get used to the idea of Quatre and Wufei liking him..?
***
Duo sighed and covered his face with a pillow. Nope, he couldn't get used to it.
"Will you get lost, Chang!" the American heard Heero growl.
"Not until you go to sleep!" Wufei's voice retorted.
And Quatre was thankfully playing peacemaker. Apparently Quatre just wanted to be friends with Duo, nothing but. To Duo's great relief.
"Guys, c' mon... Duo's trying to sleep, so can we all just leave him alone?" the Arabian pleaded.
"Not until this baka gets lost!"
"Duo's afraid of you, baka! You leave first!"
Quatre sighed.
Duo grimaced, and stood up and stalked towards his door, and ripped it open, his usual cheerful cobalt blue eyes were glazed over with annoyance and exhaustion. Hell, it HAD been a really long day.
He glared at Heero and Wufei, "guys... listen, I'd like to sleep if that's not too much trouble... but the thing is, it gets very hard to sleep when there's two guys shouting outside of my bedroom door, so if you don't mind...?" he said, with some patience, as he gestured down the hall, signalling for them to leave.
Then Duo blinked, why was Heero looking at him like that? And why was Wufei glaring at Heero so angrily? Duo glanced down, at his sleeping ensemble, a black tanktop and his boxers, big deal... Then Duo froze and grimaced visibly. Definitely the wrong thing to wear in front of the infatuated pilot!
"Stop lookin at me like that!" Duo snapped.
Heero blushed and looked away, hastily, to Wufei and Quatre's amusement. Heero glowered at both of them, viciously.
"Go away... please!" Duo pleaded, as he closed his eyes and massaged his temples.
Reluctantly, Heero turned and started for his room. Wufei glared after Heero, then wished a good night to Quatre and went to his own room.
Quatre patted Duo's shoulder. "It'll all get better, Duo... patience is a virtue," he quoted, smiling gently.
Duo's face did something on very rare occasions: frown outside of a battle. "Patience is only a virtue when you don't have a the Perfect Soldier chasin after you," Duo retorted.
Quatre merely smiled, faintly. "Good night, Duo," he said, and headed for his room.
"G' night, Cat..." Duo yawned.
~*~Next Morning~*~
Heero glared at the telephone, threateningly. "Just try to call, Peacecraft! I dare you!" he thought, with a devillish grin. Quatre entered the kitchen, seeing Heero sitting in front of the wall-mounted phone, glaring at it, menacingly.
"Umm, Heero? Are you alright?" Quatre asked, hesitantly, Heero glanced at the younger boy in the corner of his eye.
"I'm fine..." he responded, then turned his cold prussian blue eyes back at the phone, as if it were Relena herself.
"G' Morning..." Wufei said, with a small yawn, as he walked into the kitchen.
"Go to hell, Chang," Heero said, coldly.
"Heero!" Quatre scolded. The Japanese pilot merely smirked as Wufei glared at him.
Then Trowa entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, tiredly. "Morning..." he greeted, sleepily.
"Go to hell, Barton," Wufei greeted.
"... Wufei!" Quatre scolded.
Trowa gave Wufei a blank stare. "And what was that for?" he asked, almost deadpan.
The Chinese pilot shrugged, "it's the greeting of the day, I guess," he replied [3].
Quatre sighed then shook his head, and went back to making a pot of coffee. Then the phone rang.
Heero snatched it up, "go to hell, Relena! I love another! so HAH! OMAE O KOROSU!" he said, in triumph. Then he slammed the phone back into its cradle. Then he glanced at the others, who were staring at him, in shock.
"What?" he asked, innocently.
The phone rang again, Heero picked it up. "Perhaps you never heard me the first time... GO TO HELL!" he snapped, then hung up again, grinning evilly.
Again, the phone rang, and again, Heero picked it up. "Why do you keep calling!? Get it through your thick skull..!" he started to bellow. Then Trowa walked up to him, and took the phone from his grasp.
"Hello, this is the Yuy-Maxwell-Barton-Winner-Chang residence, Trowa speaking," he said, calmly, answering the phone the way Duo usually would.
"Trowa!? Who the hell kept answering!? He kept saying I should go to hell! Who was it!?" a familiar woman's voice demanded.
Trowa grimaced, "hi Catherine..." he said, with clear emphasis on his sister's name, for Heero's benefit. "How're you?" he asked.
Heero blinked, then smiled sheepishly, Wufei snickered and Quatre shook his head, smiling in light amusement.
"No... he didn't know it was you... Who? oh, uhhh... it was, ummm, an old friend of Duo's.. terribly drunk... uh-huh, yeah it is kinda early for alcohol, huh? Mm-hmm, right..." Trowa nodded, as he spoke to his older sister, Catherine Bloom, to settle her temper down.
Duo then shuffled into the kitchen, stifling a yawn with a bandaged hand. "Duo! Are you alright!?" Heero asked, in concern. But before Duo could reply, his hand was taken by Heero and held tenderly by the Japanese pilot.
"Huh? I'm fine, Heero, really... I just kinda got my hand crushed, that's all," the braided boy assured him.
"By who?" Heero demanded, gently caressing the American's hand.
Duo grew uncomfortable and jerked his hand back. "Just another typical race for the bathroom, that's all," he said, hastily.
"You're sure that's all it was?" Heero asked, as he tenderly ran his hands up Duo's arms.
"Guys... help", Duo hissed to the others. Wufei merely snickered as he watched Duo squirm. Trowa was too busy on the phone. Then Quatre came to the rescue.
"Uhhh, Heero!" Quatre blurted out.
Heero frowned at the interruption. "What?" he asked, impatiently.
"Breakfast's ready." the Arabian said, lamely. Well, that was just a bit pathetic, Winner... but at least you didn't lie, Quatre found himself thinking.
Heero nodded, then walked to his seat, and began to help himself to the eggs. Duo sighed in relief and rested his hand on Quatre's shoulder in thanks. Quatre nodded with a smile then froze as Heero glared at him.
How long would Heero's jealousy be so life-threatening? Who knew? Maybe Heero would get over it?
Then Quatre glanced at the hand that still rested on his shoulder then at Heero, who was now, AGAIN, aiming his precious gun at him! Sighing, Quatre pushed Duo's hand away, and sat down, ready to eat.
Duo blinked, well that was a small blow to the ego. Key word being 'small'. With a shrug, Duo sat down as well, and began to dig in. Things were not going to be normal, any time soon.
***
Duo yawned, as he leaned back, stretching. He was hungry, but he couldn't make himself eat. Maybe it was the tension at the table? Nah. He glanced up, yup, Heero would glance at him, repeatedly. Wufei would glare at Heero. Quatre would give Wufei a pleading look not to start anything. And Trowa was actually trying not to laugh. Then the doorbell rang.
"Hey, the door! I'll get it!" Duo blurted out. Then without waiting for anyone's objections, the braided boy jumped to his feet, and raced to the front corridor to answer the insistant door's chimes. With a quick tug, Duo opened the door, only to see... Relena Darlian-Peacecraft.
Duo groaned in annoyance, "you, again..!?"
Relena ignored his tone. "May I come in, Duo?" she asked, curtly.
"No," Duo answered, looking deadpan.
Relena puffed her cheeks in irritation, "and why not?" she demanded.
"Because I don't like you," the American replied, simply.
Relena stood calm, poised, "the feeling is mutual, remember..?" she said, shortly.
Duo rolled his cobalt blue eyes. "Why're you here, Relena? You saw Heero yesterday... you heard him... you saw for yourself, that he wanted to kill you, just for kissing me," he reminded her, with a small shudder at the memory of Relena's overly eager and sloppy kiss, that she gave him yesterday. When pure chaos ensued.
"Does it matter? Now let me in!" Relena snapped.
Duo frowned, "wanna kiss me again, so Heero can chase you off the premises?" he asked dryly.
Relena glared viciously at him, "thank you for the offer, but no! Now, Duo Maxwell, let me in!" she spat.
Before Duo could reply, two slender yet muscular arms wound around his waist, and a chin rested against his shoulder. And the look on Relena's face said it was definitely NOT Wufei or Quatre.
Hesitantly, Duo glanced at the affectionate person. He grimaced, inwardly. Heero.
"Ohayo, Relena..." Heero said, calmly.
Relena's jaw dropped, as she gaped at them. Duo couldn't help but grin, the look on her face! It was hilarious, but Duo held back his laughter. Still, she looked like a fish, her mouth opening and closing, no sound managing to come out.
"Hee-Heero... I came by to ask, if you wanted to join me at my garden party..." Relena managed to say, shakily.
Duo raised an eyebrow, was she blind? Heero was standing there, holding Duo as close as he possibly could. Practically glomping him. And she was asking him out? Or maybe she was just insane? Yeah, that had to be it. Heero never answered her.
"Please, stop the act... you're only embarassing us both," Relena said, impatiently.
Duo blinked, then he heard a small growl come from Heero, "omae o korosu..."
Well, now she did it, the braided boy thought with a roll of his eyes.
"Hey Heero... Relena just asked me to go to this party of hers..." Duo told him.
Heero's prussian blue eyes narrowed, "she did, did she?" he hissed, sounding very ominous.
"I did not..." Relena scoffed. "Who are you willing to believe, Heero? Me? Or that braided heathen?" she asked, curtly.
Duo grinned, then it fell, once he felt Heero squeeze him a bit closer, in a protective manner.
"Relena... I tolerated you when you stalked me... I tolerated you when you constantly came after me, telling me to kill you... I tolerated you and your ridiculous fixation with that hidious color... but I will NOT tolerate you insulting Duo!" Heero snarled.
Duo stared at Heero in shock. Then he was released, and Heero held his 9mm against Relena's forehead, her face looking just plain scared as hell. Duo grinned. He could get to like this.
***
"Heero! No! We need her for peace!" Quatre cried, and tackled Heero down to the ground, before the jealous Japanese pilot could apply anymore pressure to the trigger.
"Hey!" Heero snapped, the bullet went off, and shot just past Relena's ear. The pacifist shrieked in terror. Then she started to faint.
Wufei began to contemplate whether or not to catch her.
THUD!
Wufei decided it would be more polite to catch her. So he held out his arms, then blinked, seeing Relena already unconscious on the ground. He shrugged, who would have thought an onna could faint THAT fast?
"Trowa, shoot her for me!" Heero ordered, and tossed the gun at the green- eyed pilot. Trowa caught the gun, and stared at it for a moment, pondering on what to do. To shoot, or not to shoot? That was the question.
"Hey! No! No, bad pilot!" Quatre scolded, and snatched the gun back. Duo started to snicker. Never hearing Quatre say such a thing. Nor, has he ever seen him like this, sitting on Heero's back, pinning one of his arms back.
"LEMME GO!!! LEMME GO! LEMME GO, QUATRE! DAMNIT! OMAE O KOROSU!!!" Heero shouted.
"Well, now that's not convincing me to let you go, Heero," Quatre said, calmly.
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[1] okay, Quatre can tackle now... well I couldn't make Wufei do it, since he's not there, right? heh
[2] Quatre got pretty strong, ne? hehehe, go Quatre baby!
[3] I got this part from another story, I'm not sure where from, and I can't remember the author, but it was amusing to me, so I borrowed it... I'm sorry I stole it on you, person! forgive me!
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I wish I could keep going with this!!! way to end the chapter, Nanashi! Not! ugh, I lost my train of thought around there, so I quit... hopefully I can find it again and keep going v.v
Warnings: OOC Heero, OOC Quatre, just a bit, I think... and some shounen- ai, 1+2, some 5+2 and some hints towards 4+2... not much Trowa, I'm afraid, since he just doesn't seem to fit anywhere in this... gomen... and it's very poor humor, but hey, I thought it was funny when I wrote it... but then it was late, and I'd laugh at anything... er, yeah... here goes nothing!
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After a while, the three G-Boys sat in the livingroom, watching TV. Duo and Wufei were both easily ignoring the fact that they had a pacifist princess under their roof, and she was being chased by a jealousy-fueled Heero Yuy. While Quatre would look up in concern, when Relena would run by, Heero hot on her trail. Duo and Wufei were pretty much unfazed by it.
Then they looked up, seeing Trowa walk into the livingroom.
"Hey, where you been?" Duo asked.
Trowa watched him for a moment, blankly, then he glanced at the TV. Then he raised an eyebrow, seeing Relena run by the livingroom, Heero chasing after her, waving around his 9mm. Finally, he answered, "out..." he said, in his soft voice.
"Busy day, huh?" Duo joked.
Trowa shook his head, then he sat down in the easy chair. Once again Relena and Heero ran by, "what're they doing?" he asked, confused.
"Heero has a thing for Duo, Relena kissed Duo, Heero gets jealous, Heero then tries to kill Relena," Wufei said, simply, ignoring the braided boy's glaring at him.
"Why would Relena kiss Duo..? No offense, Duo," Trowa said, still not quite understanding.
"None taken..." Duo said, with a shrug.
"To get Heero off Wufei's trail," Quatre explained.
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Why was Heero chasing..?" he started to ask.
"Don't ask..!" Wufei and Duo both spat. Quatre tried not to laugh.
"Seriously, what happened?" Trowa asked, with surpising patience.
"I only did it to save Winner's skin!" Wufei said, defensively.
The silent pilot had no idea what Wufei was talking about, but he decided to just accept that as a reasonable answer. Then he glanced at the younger pilot, "what'd you do to Heero?" he asked.
Quatre turned beet red, "it's a little bit too complicated," he mumbled. Wufei snickered.
"Okay... what's going on? Tell me," Trowa ordered. "How did this all start?"
All four G-Boys ignored Relena as she ran by, screeching, yet again.
Then Quatre and Wufei then both pointed at Duo. "He started everything..." they both said, in unison.
Trowa blinked, all this meant Duo must know about Heero's infatuation of him. "Okay, makes sense at least," he thought, wryly.
"Duo, say something, already!" Quatre pleaded. The braided boy shook his head, still staring at the TV, the Arabian decided to try a different approach.
"Alright... Duo, if Heero kills Relena, most likely it'll be on the news, and on the news, they'll ask Heero what his motives were..." Duo's cobalt blue eyes widened bit by bit, as Quatre spoke. "And once Heero says, 'she was kissing my one true love, Duo Maxwell', on international TV, everyone will see it... including all the women," the Arabian finished.
Wufei was actually biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud. While Trowa was smiling, very faintly.
Then Duo jumped to his feet, abruptly. "Heero! Stop it already!" he yelled.
Heero frowned as he stopped running, then he glanced at the object of his affection. "Why?" he demanded.
"Because, I want you..." Duo paused, trying to choose the right words, then he saw Heero's face brighten. "To stop all this insanity..!" he added, hastily.
Quatre covered his mouth to avoid laughing out loud, while Wufei was still biting his lip, trying to ignore them. Trowa merely watched them, his eyebrow raised, again.
Heero glared down the hall, where Relena ran, "I don't want to," he responded, darkly. Then he saw Relena peer around the corner. In the blink of an eye, Heero had the gun raised, and he fired off three shots!
"Heero!" Quatre shouted, the others merely watched in shock.
It was silent for a moment. Then, "Heeeeeroooooooooo!" Relena screeched.
"Damn wall..." Heero muttered, as he loaded another clip.
Quatre sighed in relief. Duo sighed, "he missed... damnit," he grumbled.
Wufei smirked, "you don't like competition, Maxwell?" he asked, dryly. The glare Duo shot at him could have rivalled with Heero's glare. But Wufei merely snickered at it.
***
Duo grimaced again, it was unbearable seeing Heero so... so... jealous and possessive! Quatre went into the kitchen to start dinner, Wufei went outside to meditate or train, whichever. And Trowa went out again, for who knows what reasons.
"Heero!" Relena screeched again as she ran by for about the umpteenth time.
"Will you stop running so I can shoot you, already?!" Heero shouted.
Finally, Duo stood up and walked up to the door-frame and leaned against it, waiting for them to pass by again. Once he spotted a pink figure running in his direction, Duo stuck out his long leg, sending the princess sprawling to the floor.
"Ack!" she shrieked.
"Arigatou, Duo," Heero called as he approached them.
Duo ignored him as he pulled Relena to her feet and shoved her towards the door. "Just leave, Relena..." he said, in a serious tone, which shocked the princess to actually hear.
Heero glared at Duo as the braided boy stood in his path, letting Relena make a mad dash for the front door.
"What're you doing!?" Heero demanded, his trigger finger twitching, almost unhealthily.
"Why're you jealous, Heero?" Duo asked, with a confused expression on his face.
Heero's eyes hardened, "I just am," he spat.
"C' mon it's me, Heero... you gotta have a better reason than that... being the Perfect Soldier, and all..."
Heero stared at the floor for a moment, "I just want you to myself, that's all..." he muttered.
Duo swallowed, hearing those words from Heero's mouth it only made him more uncomfortable, but he tried to hide that, since he forced Heero into telling him. Heero stepped up to him, his prussian blue eyes piercing deeply into Duo's cobalt blue eyes.
"I want you, Duo..."
"erk!" Duo choked out.
"... To myself..." Heero finished.
Duo sighed in relief, his legs feeling like jelly.
"You kissed two people, today..." Heero said, as if it were an afterthought.
Duo shrugged, "yeah well... erm, call it a treat I guess," he said slowly.
"I never got a 'treat'..." Heero pointed out.
Duo fidgeted. Well geez, now that made him VERY uncomfortable.
"Yeah well... I uhhh, just had to, uhhh... well, look at the time! It's dinner!" he blurted out and started to walk by.
Then a strong, well-muscled yet slender arm was in front of him, as Heero slammed his palm into the wall, keeping the American from leaving. Duo started to back up, only to get Heero's other arm, blocking him off.
"Oh man!" Duo thought, nervously. This was the same position that Heero caught Duo and Quatre in. "Erm... heh, hey Heero", he said, smiling goofily, cheerfully, and yeah... awkwardly, too.
Heero smiled, it was faint, and very hard to even notice, but a smile nontheless. "Hey, Duo," he said, softly. Since Heero was so close, Duo could see the corners of his lips lift, easily.
"So..! Heh, too bad that wall got in your way, huh?" Duo said, forcing a wide grin.
Heero nodded, saying nothing, as he stared into Duo's eyes. The braided boy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortably again. This was not gonna go too well.
Little did Duo know, let alone notice, Heero was very slowly bringing his mouth closer to the American's. His motions were so subtle that Duo never noticed what Heero was doing until he was an inch away, more or less.
"Erm..." Duo mumbled, and tried to back into the wall, but he was already pretty much pressed up to it. Duo cringed slightly as Heero's lips just grazed his, the beginning of their kiss.
Then, "NO!!!" Quatre shouted, tackling Heero down to the floor.[1]
"ACK!" Duo yelped, he bit his lip and glanced at Quatre pinning Heero down.
"Quatre! What're you doing?" Duo asked, confused.
Quatre shrugged, "I, uhhh... have no idea... it just seemed like the right thing to do," he answered.
"WILL YOU GET OFF ME, WINNER!?" Heero snarled.
"Oh man, now look what you started up, again!" Duo wailed.
Heero threw up his legs, thus flipping Quatre over his head easily, then he stood up, sweeping Duo into his arms and made a mad dash down the hall.
"What the hell..!?" Duo blurted out, confused. This was REALLY not gonna go well!
***
"Heero did what!?" Wufei asked, in shock, already trying not to laugh.
"Heero just swept Duo off his feet, like this..!" as Quatre spoke, he swept Wufei off his feet, holding him the way Heero carried Duo off [2].
"What the hell..!?" Wufei blurted out, in slight shock at how strong the skinny little Arabian boy was.
"Oh yeah, that's exactly what Duo said, too!" Quatre said, in awe that Wufei knew.
"Put me down, you idiot!" Wufei snapped. "This is an injustice!" he struggled to get out of his arms.
Quatre blinked then shrugged, dropping Wufei down to the kitchen floor. "Itai!" the Chinese pilot grunted. Then a split-second later he was on his feet again, how Wufei could get up so fast was beyond the Arabian's comprehension.
Then Nataku's pilot suddenly had a thought. "You don't think Yuy would... er, you know... to the baka, do you?"
Quatre's eyes widened, "you never know! Come on!" he blurted out and ran up the stairs down the hall, towards Heero's room, Wufei at his heels.
"If he does anything..." Quatre heard Wufei growl. Blinking, Quatre glanced back at him.
"What'd you say?" he asked, perplexed.
"Nothing, not a thing..." Wufei muttered.
"Hey, listen Heero... I'm really flattered and all, but I think this should all wait, ya know..? Since I'm not sure if I'm into this kinda thing..." they both heard Duo's voice through the solid oak door.
"Hey, that's my pants, ya know!?" Duo blurted out, Quatre turned red, at hearing Duo say such a thing.
Wufei growled, and kicked open the door. Both pilots were shocked at what they saw Heero and Duo doing!
"What the hell!?" they both said, in astonishment.
Heero and Duo, both sitting on the Japanese pilot's bed... folding laundry?! Both fell over, anime-style.
"Erm, hey guys", Duo said, cheerfully. Wufei jumped to his feet, "BAKA!" he snapped. Heero glared at Wufei for calling Duo that, Wufei merely glared back.
Quatre tip-toed over to Duo and leaned in, towards his ear. "Uhhh, Duo... are you okay?" he whispered in slight concern.
Duo blinked, "yeah... I'm fine... why?" he asked, confused.
"Well, we kind of heard you say... something, about your pants... and we, umm, assumed... ya know..." the blonde boy said, turning red again, as he explained.
Duo blinked again, then he burst out laughing. "I can't believe you of all people thought that, Quatre!" he howled harder, with laughter. Quatre turned crimson.
Duo sat up, feeling bad for laughing at the younger pilot, after all, the kid was just worried about his well-being. Duo grabbed a pair of just folded pants and unfolded them, to Heero's annoyance.
"These are my pants... I dunno how they got with Heero's laundry, but hey, at least they're clean right?" Duo said, cheerfully.
Quatre nodded, and turned to Heero and Wufei, who were still glaring back and forth at each other.
"I think something's wrong with Wufei..." Quatre whispered to Duo.
"Huh?" he asked, confused.
"Uhh, come with me..." Quatre said, grabbing Duo's hand and started to pull him towards the door.
Then, Quatre froze at hearing the familiar sound of a safety catch getting turned off on a 9mm.
"Going somewhere, Winner?" a voice asked, coldly.
Hesitantly, Quatre looked over his shoulder. Sure enough there was Heero, aiming his prized 9mm directly at him."Uhh, yeah..." Quatre responded, then swallowed, nervously.
"Ah, just relax, Heero... Quatre just has something to share, alright?" Duo said, smiling assuringly at the Japanese pilot, who still looked suspicious of Quatre's actions, then he slowly lowered the gun.
"Fine... but must he hold your hand like that?" he demanded, Duo shrugged.
Quatre turned red and dropped Duo's hand, as he hastily walked out. Duo grinned and followed.
***
"WHAAT!?" Duo yelled, Quatre cringed, he wasn't expecting Duo to lose his composure THAT fast.
Duo jumped up and down. "You gotta be lying, Quatre!!! It's Wufei, damnit! Wufei's not like that!" he snapped.
Quatre sighed. "I'm just saying, Duo... Wufei didn't like the idea of Heero... doing... things... to you..." he began to turn red again as he spoke of such things. And once again, Duo burst out laughing at Quatre's red faced expression. Then he suddenly turned serious.
"So, wait... you're saying that Wu-Wu might be..."
Quatre shrugged, that was a possibility. Wufei was... well, gay, or at least bisexual.
Duo grimaced. "Why the hell is everyone after me, today?!?!" he wailed.
"Shhh, Duo! Keep it down, they'll hear," Quatre whispered.
Duo sighed and slid down the wall into a sitting position, resting his arms on his knees, as he lowered his head. Quatre rubbed Duo's shoulder, sympathetically.
"Hey, it's alright Duo, can it really be that bad?" he asked, in a gentle tone.
Duo froze and slowly looked up at Quatre, "you know what, Cat..? the way you keep trying to make me feel better, I'd say you were hitting on me," he said, dryly. Quatre turned red, AGAIN.
"ARE YOU INSANE!?!? I WOULD NEVER HIT ON YOU! SURE YOU HAVE NICE EYES, GOOD BODY AND A FUN PERSONALITY BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M ATTRACTED TO YOU, IN ANY WAY!" he shouted.
Duo blinked, "I was kidding, Cat... geez, settle down, I'm sorry, okay?" he said with a wide grin.
Quatre gaped at him. Did he just blurt out all that? That he thought Duo had nice eyes, good body and a fun personality!? Quatre frowned, "no! You're not attracted to Duo, Quatre... he's just not your type," the Arabian told himself.
Duo stood up, "why does everything happen to me, anyways?" he grumbled.
Quatre sighed in relief, luckily Duo wasn't really paying attention to his outburst. Or if he did, he was acting like it never happened. To the Arabian's immense relief. Then with a sigh they both went back to Heero's room.
***
"Baka!" Heero shouted, throwing a chair at Wufei, who dodged it and grabbed the Wing Pilot's precious laptop and held it up, with a devillish smirk. WingZero's pilot froze, "hey! Put it down!" he snapped.
"Maybe I will, but first, is there a difference between 'putting down' and 'dropping it'?" Wufei asked, looking as if he were truly pondering his question. Heero released a low growl and aimed his 9mm at Nataku's pilot.
"You guys mind telling us what you're doing?" Quatre's voice asked, both Asian pilots turned to Heero's doorway, seeing Quatre look genuinely perplexed and curious on the situation, while Duo...
Well, he looked downright uncomfortable with being in a BEDroom with two guys, possibly three, that had the hots for him. Well hey, if he got used to the idea of Heero liking him, maybe he could get used to the idea of Quatre and Wufei liking him..?
***
Duo sighed and covered his face with a pillow. Nope, he couldn't get used to it.
"Will you get lost, Chang!" the American heard Heero growl.
"Not until you go to sleep!" Wufei's voice retorted.
And Quatre was thankfully playing peacemaker. Apparently Quatre just wanted to be friends with Duo, nothing but. To Duo's great relief.
"Guys, c' mon... Duo's trying to sleep, so can we all just leave him alone?" the Arabian pleaded.
"Not until this baka gets lost!"
"Duo's afraid of you, baka! You leave first!"
Quatre sighed.
Duo grimaced, and stood up and stalked towards his door, and ripped it open, his usual cheerful cobalt blue eyes were glazed over with annoyance and exhaustion. Hell, it HAD been a really long day.
He glared at Heero and Wufei, "guys... listen, I'd like to sleep if that's not too much trouble... but the thing is, it gets very hard to sleep when there's two guys shouting outside of my bedroom door, so if you don't mind...?" he said, with some patience, as he gestured down the hall, signalling for them to leave.
Then Duo blinked, why was Heero looking at him like that? And why was Wufei glaring at Heero so angrily? Duo glanced down, at his sleeping ensemble, a black tanktop and his boxers, big deal... Then Duo froze and grimaced visibly. Definitely the wrong thing to wear in front of the infatuated pilot!
"Stop lookin at me like that!" Duo snapped.
Heero blushed and looked away, hastily, to Wufei and Quatre's amusement. Heero glowered at both of them, viciously.
"Go away... please!" Duo pleaded, as he closed his eyes and massaged his temples.
Reluctantly, Heero turned and started for his room. Wufei glared after Heero, then wished a good night to Quatre and went to his own room.
Quatre patted Duo's shoulder. "It'll all get better, Duo... patience is a virtue," he quoted, smiling gently.
Duo's face did something on very rare occasions: frown outside of a battle. "Patience is only a virtue when you don't have a the Perfect Soldier chasin after you," Duo retorted.
Quatre merely smiled, faintly. "Good night, Duo," he said, and headed for his room.
"G' night, Cat..." Duo yawned.
~*~Next Morning~*~
Heero glared at the telephone, threateningly. "Just try to call, Peacecraft! I dare you!" he thought, with a devillish grin. Quatre entered the kitchen, seeing Heero sitting in front of the wall-mounted phone, glaring at it, menacingly.
"Umm, Heero? Are you alright?" Quatre asked, hesitantly, Heero glanced at the younger boy in the corner of his eye.
"I'm fine..." he responded, then turned his cold prussian blue eyes back at the phone, as if it were Relena herself.
"G' Morning..." Wufei said, with a small yawn, as he walked into the kitchen.
"Go to hell, Chang," Heero said, coldly.
"Heero!" Quatre scolded. The Japanese pilot merely smirked as Wufei glared at him.
Then Trowa entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, tiredly. "Morning..." he greeted, sleepily.
"Go to hell, Barton," Wufei greeted.
"... Wufei!" Quatre scolded.
Trowa gave Wufei a blank stare. "And what was that for?" he asked, almost deadpan.
The Chinese pilot shrugged, "it's the greeting of the day, I guess," he replied [3].
Quatre sighed then shook his head, and went back to making a pot of coffee. Then the phone rang.
Heero snatched it up, "go to hell, Relena! I love another! so HAH! OMAE O KOROSU!" he said, in triumph. Then he slammed the phone back into its cradle. Then he glanced at the others, who were staring at him, in shock.
"What?" he asked, innocently.
The phone rang again, Heero picked it up. "Perhaps you never heard me the first time... GO TO HELL!" he snapped, then hung up again, grinning evilly.
Again, the phone rang, and again, Heero picked it up. "Why do you keep calling!? Get it through your thick skull..!" he started to bellow. Then Trowa walked up to him, and took the phone from his grasp.
"Hello, this is the Yuy-Maxwell-Barton-Winner-Chang residence, Trowa speaking," he said, calmly, answering the phone the way Duo usually would.
"Trowa!? Who the hell kept answering!? He kept saying I should go to hell! Who was it!?" a familiar woman's voice demanded.
Trowa grimaced, "hi Catherine..." he said, with clear emphasis on his sister's name, for Heero's benefit. "How're you?" he asked.
Heero blinked, then smiled sheepishly, Wufei snickered and Quatre shook his head, smiling in light amusement.
"No... he didn't know it was you... Who? oh, uhhh... it was, ummm, an old friend of Duo's.. terribly drunk... uh-huh, yeah it is kinda early for alcohol, huh? Mm-hmm, right..." Trowa nodded, as he spoke to his older sister, Catherine Bloom, to settle her temper down.
Duo then shuffled into the kitchen, stifling a yawn with a bandaged hand. "Duo! Are you alright!?" Heero asked, in concern. But before Duo could reply, his hand was taken by Heero and held tenderly by the Japanese pilot.
"Huh? I'm fine, Heero, really... I just kinda got my hand crushed, that's all," the braided boy assured him.
"By who?" Heero demanded, gently caressing the American's hand.
Duo grew uncomfortable and jerked his hand back. "Just another typical race for the bathroom, that's all," he said, hastily.
"You're sure that's all it was?" Heero asked, as he tenderly ran his hands up Duo's arms.
"Guys... help", Duo hissed to the others. Wufei merely snickered as he watched Duo squirm. Trowa was too busy on the phone. Then Quatre came to the rescue.
"Uhhh, Heero!" Quatre blurted out.
Heero frowned at the interruption. "What?" he asked, impatiently.
"Breakfast's ready." the Arabian said, lamely. Well, that was just a bit pathetic, Winner... but at least you didn't lie, Quatre found himself thinking.
Heero nodded, then walked to his seat, and began to help himself to the eggs. Duo sighed in relief and rested his hand on Quatre's shoulder in thanks. Quatre nodded with a smile then froze as Heero glared at him.
How long would Heero's jealousy be so life-threatening? Who knew? Maybe Heero would get over it?
Then Quatre glanced at the hand that still rested on his shoulder then at Heero, who was now, AGAIN, aiming his precious gun at him! Sighing, Quatre pushed Duo's hand away, and sat down, ready to eat.
Duo blinked, well that was a small blow to the ego. Key word being 'small'. With a shrug, Duo sat down as well, and began to dig in. Things were not going to be normal, any time soon.
***
Duo yawned, as he leaned back, stretching. He was hungry, but he couldn't make himself eat. Maybe it was the tension at the table? Nah. He glanced up, yup, Heero would glance at him, repeatedly. Wufei would glare at Heero. Quatre would give Wufei a pleading look not to start anything. And Trowa was actually trying not to laugh. Then the doorbell rang.
"Hey, the door! I'll get it!" Duo blurted out. Then without waiting for anyone's objections, the braided boy jumped to his feet, and raced to the front corridor to answer the insistant door's chimes. With a quick tug, Duo opened the door, only to see... Relena Darlian-Peacecraft.
Duo groaned in annoyance, "you, again..!?"
Relena ignored his tone. "May I come in, Duo?" she asked, curtly.
"No," Duo answered, looking deadpan.
Relena puffed her cheeks in irritation, "and why not?" she demanded.
"Because I don't like you," the American replied, simply.
Relena stood calm, poised, "the feeling is mutual, remember..?" she said, shortly.
Duo rolled his cobalt blue eyes. "Why're you here, Relena? You saw Heero yesterday... you heard him... you saw for yourself, that he wanted to kill you, just for kissing me," he reminded her, with a small shudder at the memory of Relena's overly eager and sloppy kiss, that she gave him yesterday. When pure chaos ensued.
"Does it matter? Now let me in!" Relena snapped.
Duo frowned, "wanna kiss me again, so Heero can chase you off the premises?" he asked dryly.
Relena glared viciously at him, "thank you for the offer, but no! Now, Duo Maxwell, let me in!" she spat.
Before Duo could reply, two slender yet muscular arms wound around his waist, and a chin rested against his shoulder. And the look on Relena's face said it was definitely NOT Wufei or Quatre.
Hesitantly, Duo glanced at the affectionate person. He grimaced, inwardly. Heero.
"Ohayo, Relena..." Heero said, calmly.
Relena's jaw dropped, as she gaped at them. Duo couldn't help but grin, the look on her face! It was hilarious, but Duo held back his laughter. Still, she looked like a fish, her mouth opening and closing, no sound managing to come out.
"Hee-Heero... I came by to ask, if you wanted to join me at my garden party..." Relena managed to say, shakily.
Duo raised an eyebrow, was she blind? Heero was standing there, holding Duo as close as he possibly could. Practically glomping him. And she was asking him out? Or maybe she was just insane? Yeah, that had to be it. Heero never answered her.
"Please, stop the act... you're only embarassing us both," Relena said, impatiently.
Duo blinked, then he heard a small growl come from Heero, "omae o korosu..."
Well, now she did it, the braided boy thought with a roll of his eyes.
"Hey Heero... Relena just asked me to go to this party of hers..." Duo told him.
Heero's prussian blue eyes narrowed, "she did, did she?" he hissed, sounding very ominous.
"I did not..." Relena scoffed. "Who are you willing to believe, Heero? Me? Or that braided heathen?" she asked, curtly.
Duo grinned, then it fell, once he felt Heero squeeze him a bit closer, in a protective manner.
"Relena... I tolerated you when you stalked me... I tolerated you when you constantly came after me, telling me to kill you... I tolerated you and your ridiculous fixation with that hidious color... but I will NOT tolerate you insulting Duo!" Heero snarled.
Duo stared at Heero in shock. Then he was released, and Heero held his 9mm against Relena's forehead, her face looking just plain scared as hell. Duo grinned. He could get to like this.
***
"Heero! No! We need her for peace!" Quatre cried, and tackled Heero down to the ground, before the jealous Japanese pilot could apply anymore pressure to the trigger.
"Hey!" Heero snapped, the bullet went off, and shot just past Relena's ear. The pacifist shrieked in terror. Then she started to faint.
Wufei began to contemplate whether or not to catch her.
THUD!
Wufei decided it would be more polite to catch her. So he held out his arms, then blinked, seeing Relena already unconscious on the ground. He shrugged, who would have thought an onna could faint THAT fast?
"Trowa, shoot her for me!" Heero ordered, and tossed the gun at the green- eyed pilot. Trowa caught the gun, and stared at it for a moment, pondering on what to do. To shoot, or not to shoot? That was the question.
"Hey! No! No, bad pilot!" Quatre scolded, and snatched the gun back. Duo started to snicker. Never hearing Quatre say such a thing. Nor, has he ever seen him like this, sitting on Heero's back, pinning one of his arms back.
"LEMME GO!!! LEMME GO! LEMME GO, QUATRE! DAMNIT! OMAE O KOROSU!!!" Heero shouted.
"Well, now that's not convincing me to let you go, Heero," Quatre said, calmly.
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[1] okay, Quatre can tackle now... well I couldn't make Wufei do it, since he's not there, right? heh
[2] Quatre got pretty strong, ne? hehehe, go Quatre baby!
[3] I got this part from another story, I'm not sure where from, and I can't remember the author, but it was amusing to me, so I borrowed it... I'm sorry I stole it on you, person! forgive me!
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I wish I could keep going with this!!! way to end the chapter, Nanashi! Not! ugh, I lost my train of thought around there, so I quit... hopefully I can find it again and keep going v.v