Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters... I never got
my wish yet... *sighs* anyways...
Warning: I don't think there's any need for them, but, just in case... the only cursing so far goes as far as "hell" and, I think that's about it... there's shounen-ai, between 1+2, and I'm not sure whether to keep the 5+2... there's no more 4+2, darn, huh? an OOC Heero and OOC Trowa... alright, moving on... read, enjoy ^^ shall we? We shall...
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Duo yawned, as he stared up at the sky. Okay, so he was just taking it easy now. Who could blame him? He had a guy whom he considered his best friend threatening to kill anyone who even touched Duo in a certain way. It was a bit much. But oddly enough, Duo was starting to find it flattering. He also couldn't help but grin.
~Earlier~
Pagen had witnessed the entire thing. He saw Wufei failing to catch Relena as she started to faint. He saw Heero nearly shooting her. He also saw Duo struggling not to laugh at any of it.
Then after a heavy dose of smelling salts, Pagen finally managed to get Relena back in the pink limo. Duo watched them, still mildly amused at what transpired to make her faint.
Then, to make it funnier, Relena poked her head out of the window.
"I'll get you, my pretty!" she squawked at Duo. "And your little braid too! I know why Heero wants you! Because of your braid! He wants your braid, because he saw my braids! He wants your braid because it's bigger and better then mine! Just you wait! When I come back, my braids will be twice as big as yours! And twice as better..!" Relena rambled on.
Duo raised an eyebrow. Relena has finally cracked. The others were thinking the same thing.
"Now, now, Miss Relena..." Pagen said, gently, as he pushed her head back into the window. "Carry on your threats when you're not hopped up on smelling salts."
Relena pouted, "but I wanna! I'm right! He knows it! Heeeeeroooooooooo! Admit it, you love me! Not that braided back-ah! ADMIT IT!" she screeched.
Heero glared at her, "omae o korosu..." he hissed. "If Quatre weren't sitting on me, Relena... I would kill you! Right here and now! NO ONE INSULTS DUO!"
Relena grinned, rather dumbly, since she WAS a bit high from the smelling salts Pagen used[1]. "I know what 'oh-make oh curse-oh' means, Heero! It means I love you! In Japanese! Doesn't it!? Am I right? I must be right!!! I AMMMMMMMM!" she howled.
Losing his patience, Wufei snatched the Rubik's cube Trowa was working on[2], and hurled it at Relena, with amazing speed and power. It hit her square between the eyes, knocking her unconscious. Her head flopped over, dangling outside the car. Pagen rolled his eyes, and started to drive away, leaving Relena where she was.
Trowa glared at Wufei, "I was almost finished with that one..." he said, sounding deadpan, if not annoyed.
Wufei sighed, "I'll get you another one..." he said, calmly. Trowa accepted that and nodded.
***
Duo yawned, as he stretched out, on the lush green lawn, staring up at the clear blue sky. He smiled, clearly relaxed. It was a pretty weird week. Flattering. But weird as hell.
Duo frowned, and sat up, hearing footsteps approaching. Heero.
"You stalkin me, Heero?" he joked, the Japanese pilot managed a faint smile. "Uh-oh... what'd you do?" Duo asked, with a small grin. He was a bit more light-hearted over Heero's small infatuation, which Duo had to admit was a great accomplishment.
Heero shyly sat down, next to Duo, not meeting his eyes.
Duo raised an eyebrow, "yo, Heero, you okay?" he asked. Then a single red rose was thrust under the American's nose. Duo stared at it, in shock. Okay, this was definitely new.
"For me?" Duo asked, slowly.
Heero nodded.
"Heh, thanks... it's nice..."
Heero nodded, again.[3]
"Uhh, hey, listen, Heero... I am flattered and everything..." Duo started to say, as he fidgeted and played with the rose he was given. Again, he was oblivious to Heero, who was stealthly moving closer to the braided boy.
"But I can't help but wonder when you honestly, really honestly started feeling like this, and..."
Then Duo cut off, abruptly. Getting a kiss thrown at you tends to stop your words in your throat.
Duo sat there, stunned, as Heero kissed him. It was oddly gentle and hesitant. Duo couldn't help but find that cute. Heero's lips trembled with nervousness. The American smiled into the gentle kiss. The Perfect Soldier, kissing him so nervously. There was that small twinge of flattery that Duo would feel, from time to time.
Slowly, Heero pulled back, his prussian blue eyes boring into Duo's cobalt blue eyes, seeking approval. Duo bit his lip, unsure of how to react. Okay, words were Duo's best friend. He could just say something to lessen the tension that hung over them like a thick blanket.
"Guh..."
Lovely, Duo. Just lovely.
***
Duo banged his head against the wall, repeatedly.
Quatre sighed, "will you stop, Duo..? You'll give yourself a concussion at this rate..." he said, patiently.
Duo stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the younger boy, "GUH!" he snapped. Then he went back to banging his head against the wall.
"Guh?" Quatre wondered, aloud, looking confused.
Duo stopped and ran up to Quatre and knelt on the bed, in front of the Arabian. "I said 'Guh', Quatre! Guh!"
Quatre raised an eyebrow, "and what praytell, is a 'guh'?"
Duo tugged at his braid, "how should I know!? I just said it!"
"What do you mean?"
"I said it, after Heero kissed me, alright! I'm a fast talker, Quatre! I can talk my way out of anything... one kiss from Heero, and what do I say..?"
"Guh?"
"Exactly!"
Duo paused his rant, glancing at Quatre, seeing that the blonde boy was trying incredibly hard not to laugh at the American. His shoulders were shaking, both of his hands were sealing any hint of laughter in his mouth. His eyes were closed, but Duo saw the small tears of mirth rolling down the Arabian's pale cheeks.
"Okay, okay! Laugh it up, already... I can tell you want to!" Duo spat.
"I'm so sorry, Duo..." Quatre blurted out. Then he began to laugh hysterically.
Duo sighed, and folded his arms, waiting for Quatre to stop his hysterics.
Several minutes passed. And Quatre was still giggling, as he wiped away his tears. "Alright... I think it's all out of my system..." he said, with a small grin.
Yeah right, Duo thought as he rolled his eyes. "Guh..." he said, dryly.
Quatre burst out laughing all over again.
Duo sighed. This was definitely gonna take a while.
Several more minutes passed. He still wasn't done.
Grimacing, Duo got up, "never mind, Cat..." he called over the Arabian's laughter. "I'll go talk to someone else, without a sense of humor." Quatre merely nodded, burying his face in his pillow, to quiet down his laughter, at least a bit.
***
Wufei stared at Duo, completely deadpan. "What?" he asked, sounding mildly curious.
"... And I said... 'Guh'..." Duo finished.
Wufei's lip twitched. Duo gaped at him, "don't you dare!" he yelled.
"The great Shinigami... could only come up with 'guh'?" Wufei said, slowly. That was that. The Chinese pilot burst out laughing, as if there were no tomorrow.
"Oh please! It's not that funny!" Duo called out over the laughter. Wufei never answered, he was clutching at his gut, repeating the word over and over, only finding it even funnier, each time.
Duo rolled his eyes, "you guys are impossible..." he grumbled, then he got up and stormed out of the now-hysterical Wufei's room, to go to his own. To collect his thoughts. And perhaps better words, just in case Heero tried that again. Like "erm..." or maybe, "humina humina..."
***
"You're just asking to get shot, aren't you?" Heero said, dryly, as he tried to read the newspaper.
"But Heero... I love you... so very much..." Trowa said, a picture of Duo in front of his face [4].
Heero glared at the usually silent pilot, "Leave. Me. Alone." he ordered.
Trowa sighed and lowered the picture, "you're an idiot... I'm trying to make things easier..." he said, calmly. Then he placed the picture back over his face. "Heero... anything you wanna discuss...?" 'Duo' asked, curtly.
"No..."
"Ah ah ah, you're lying... that hurts, Heero... you never lied to me before," 'Duo' said, trying to sound hurt.
Heero felt a small annoying twitch in the corner of his lips.
"Now, tell Duo everything... Heero, I'm here for you... and I want you to know... Wufei was a one-time thing, as was Relena..." 'Duo' went on.
Heero bit his lip, staring hard into the newspaper's print.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeerooooooooooooo..." 'Duo' called.
Heero ignored him, as he flipped the page.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeerroooooooooooooooo..." 'Duo' tried again.
Heero tried to penetrate the picture of Duo, so his Deathglare would reach Trowa. But even his Deathglare had its limits in power. Grimacing, Heero went back to reading, trying to ignore the unusually talkative 'Silent' Pilot.
"HeeeeeeeEeeeeeeeeRrrOoooooooOooooo..." 'Duo' called out, in a sing-song voice.
Heero couldn't stand it! He burst out laughing, and grabbed a sofa cushion and clubbed Trowa and the picture with it. "Shut up! You sound like Relena!" he snapped, trying to appear angry.
"Well, now that's just plain insulting, Hee-chan...!" 'Duo' said, sounding offended.
Sighing, Heero took the picture from Trowa. "Listen... I'm glad you have your concerns... but it's nothing that's too serious... I don't need to be 'cheered up'..." he said, using his fingers to place quotation marks around the last two words.
Both pilots blinked, hearing laughter. They listened to it for a few minutes. Finally Trowa spoke up, "I wonder what's so funny..."
"Probably some joke of Duo's..." Heero murmured.
Trowa smirked at the tone Heero used when he said Duo's name. "When's the last time you heard Wufei and Quatre both laugh at Duo's joke?" he asked, dryly.
Heero shrugged.
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WHATTA SHORT CHAPTER!!! gomen, I was tired... *yawns* still am... hope it was somewhat decent, ne?
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[1] heh, I don't think it's possible to get high on smelling salts, but it's amusing enough
[2] dunno why... Trowa just strikes me as the type of guy who can solve those annoyingly difficult cubes
[3] reminds me of Syaoron from CardCaptor Sakura... I didn't mean that... it did that on its own
[4] from Friends, again... I don't own it... it just seemed appropriate at the time
Warning: I don't think there's any need for them, but, just in case... the only cursing so far goes as far as "hell" and, I think that's about it... there's shounen-ai, between 1+2, and I'm not sure whether to keep the 5+2... there's no more 4+2, darn, huh? an OOC Heero and OOC Trowa... alright, moving on... read, enjoy ^^ shall we? We shall...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo yawned, as he stared up at the sky. Okay, so he was just taking it easy now. Who could blame him? He had a guy whom he considered his best friend threatening to kill anyone who even touched Duo in a certain way. It was a bit much. But oddly enough, Duo was starting to find it flattering. He also couldn't help but grin.
~Earlier~
Pagen had witnessed the entire thing. He saw Wufei failing to catch Relena as she started to faint. He saw Heero nearly shooting her. He also saw Duo struggling not to laugh at any of it.
Then after a heavy dose of smelling salts, Pagen finally managed to get Relena back in the pink limo. Duo watched them, still mildly amused at what transpired to make her faint.
Then, to make it funnier, Relena poked her head out of the window.
"I'll get you, my pretty!" she squawked at Duo. "And your little braid too! I know why Heero wants you! Because of your braid! He wants your braid, because he saw my braids! He wants your braid because it's bigger and better then mine! Just you wait! When I come back, my braids will be twice as big as yours! And twice as better..!" Relena rambled on.
Duo raised an eyebrow. Relena has finally cracked. The others were thinking the same thing.
"Now, now, Miss Relena..." Pagen said, gently, as he pushed her head back into the window. "Carry on your threats when you're not hopped up on smelling salts."
Relena pouted, "but I wanna! I'm right! He knows it! Heeeeeroooooooooo! Admit it, you love me! Not that braided back-ah! ADMIT IT!" she screeched.
Heero glared at her, "omae o korosu..." he hissed. "If Quatre weren't sitting on me, Relena... I would kill you! Right here and now! NO ONE INSULTS DUO!"
Relena grinned, rather dumbly, since she WAS a bit high from the smelling salts Pagen used[1]. "I know what 'oh-make oh curse-oh' means, Heero! It means I love you! In Japanese! Doesn't it!? Am I right? I must be right!!! I AMMMMMMMM!" she howled.
Losing his patience, Wufei snatched the Rubik's cube Trowa was working on[2], and hurled it at Relena, with amazing speed and power. It hit her square between the eyes, knocking her unconscious. Her head flopped over, dangling outside the car. Pagen rolled his eyes, and started to drive away, leaving Relena where she was.
Trowa glared at Wufei, "I was almost finished with that one..." he said, sounding deadpan, if not annoyed.
Wufei sighed, "I'll get you another one..." he said, calmly. Trowa accepted that and nodded.
***
Duo yawned, as he stretched out, on the lush green lawn, staring up at the clear blue sky. He smiled, clearly relaxed. It was a pretty weird week. Flattering. But weird as hell.
Duo frowned, and sat up, hearing footsteps approaching. Heero.
"You stalkin me, Heero?" he joked, the Japanese pilot managed a faint smile. "Uh-oh... what'd you do?" Duo asked, with a small grin. He was a bit more light-hearted over Heero's small infatuation, which Duo had to admit was a great accomplishment.
Heero shyly sat down, next to Duo, not meeting his eyes.
Duo raised an eyebrow, "yo, Heero, you okay?" he asked. Then a single red rose was thrust under the American's nose. Duo stared at it, in shock. Okay, this was definitely new.
"For me?" Duo asked, slowly.
Heero nodded.
"Heh, thanks... it's nice..."
Heero nodded, again.[3]
"Uhh, hey, listen, Heero... I am flattered and everything..." Duo started to say, as he fidgeted and played with the rose he was given. Again, he was oblivious to Heero, who was stealthly moving closer to the braided boy.
"But I can't help but wonder when you honestly, really honestly started feeling like this, and..."
Then Duo cut off, abruptly. Getting a kiss thrown at you tends to stop your words in your throat.
Duo sat there, stunned, as Heero kissed him. It was oddly gentle and hesitant. Duo couldn't help but find that cute. Heero's lips trembled with nervousness. The American smiled into the gentle kiss. The Perfect Soldier, kissing him so nervously. There was that small twinge of flattery that Duo would feel, from time to time.
Slowly, Heero pulled back, his prussian blue eyes boring into Duo's cobalt blue eyes, seeking approval. Duo bit his lip, unsure of how to react. Okay, words were Duo's best friend. He could just say something to lessen the tension that hung over them like a thick blanket.
"Guh..."
Lovely, Duo. Just lovely.
***
Duo banged his head against the wall, repeatedly.
Quatre sighed, "will you stop, Duo..? You'll give yourself a concussion at this rate..." he said, patiently.
Duo stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the younger boy, "GUH!" he snapped. Then he went back to banging his head against the wall.
"Guh?" Quatre wondered, aloud, looking confused.
Duo stopped and ran up to Quatre and knelt on the bed, in front of the Arabian. "I said 'Guh', Quatre! Guh!"
Quatre raised an eyebrow, "and what praytell, is a 'guh'?"
Duo tugged at his braid, "how should I know!? I just said it!"
"What do you mean?"
"I said it, after Heero kissed me, alright! I'm a fast talker, Quatre! I can talk my way out of anything... one kiss from Heero, and what do I say..?"
"Guh?"
"Exactly!"
Duo paused his rant, glancing at Quatre, seeing that the blonde boy was trying incredibly hard not to laugh at the American. His shoulders were shaking, both of his hands were sealing any hint of laughter in his mouth. His eyes were closed, but Duo saw the small tears of mirth rolling down the Arabian's pale cheeks.
"Okay, okay! Laugh it up, already... I can tell you want to!" Duo spat.
"I'm so sorry, Duo..." Quatre blurted out. Then he began to laugh hysterically.
Duo sighed, and folded his arms, waiting for Quatre to stop his hysterics.
Several minutes passed. And Quatre was still giggling, as he wiped away his tears. "Alright... I think it's all out of my system..." he said, with a small grin.
Yeah right, Duo thought as he rolled his eyes. "Guh..." he said, dryly.
Quatre burst out laughing all over again.
Duo sighed. This was definitely gonna take a while.
Several more minutes passed. He still wasn't done.
Grimacing, Duo got up, "never mind, Cat..." he called over the Arabian's laughter. "I'll go talk to someone else, without a sense of humor." Quatre merely nodded, burying his face in his pillow, to quiet down his laughter, at least a bit.
***
Wufei stared at Duo, completely deadpan. "What?" he asked, sounding mildly curious.
"... And I said... 'Guh'..." Duo finished.
Wufei's lip twitched. Duo gaped at him, "don't you dare!" he yelled.
"The great Shinigami... could only come up with 'guh'?" Wufei said, slowly. That was that. The Chinese pilot burst out laughing, as if there were no tomorrow.
"Oh please! It's not that funny!" Duo called out over the laughter. Wufei never answered, he was clutching at his gut, repeating the word over and over, only finding it even funnier, each time.
Duo rolled his eyes, "you guys are impossible..." he grumbled, then he got up and stormed out of the now-hysterical Wufei's room, to go to his own. To collect his thoughts. And perhaps better words, just in case Heero tried that again. Like "erm..." or maybe, "humina humina..."
***
"You're just asking to get shot, aren't you?" Heero said, dryly, as he tried to read the newspaper.
"But Heero... I love you... so very much..." Trowa said, a picture of Duo in front of his face [4].
Heero glared at the usually silent pilot, "Leave. Me. Alone." he ordered.
Trowa sighed and lowered the picture, "you're an idiot... I'm trying to make things easier..." he said, calmly. Then he placed the picture back over his face. "Heero... anything you wanna discuss...?" 'Duo' asked, curtly.
"No..."
"Ah ah ah, you're lying... that hurts, Heero... you never lied to me before," 'Duo' said, trying to sound hurt.
Heero felt a small annoying twitch in the corner of his lips.
"Now, tell Duo everything... Heero, I'm here for you... and I want you to know... Wufei was a one-time thing, as was Relena..." 'Duo' went on.
Heero bit his lip, staring hard into the newspaper's print.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeerooooooooooooo..." 'Duo' called.
Heero ignored him, as he flipped the page.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeerroooooooooooooooo..." 'Duo' tried again.
Heero tried to penetrate the picture of Duo, so his Deathglare would reach Trowa. But even his Deathglare had its limits in power. Grimacing, Heero went back to reading, trying to ignore the unusually talkative 'Silent' Pilot.
"HeeeeeeeEeeeeeeeeRrrOoooooooOooooo..." 'Duo' called out, in a sing-song voice.
Heero couldn't stand it! He burst out laughing, and grabbed a sofa cushion and clubbed Trowa and the picture with it. "Shut up! You sound like Relena!" he snapped, trying to appear angry.
"Well, now that's just plain insulting, Hee-chan...!" 'Duo' said, sounding offended.
Sighing, Heero took the picture from Trowa. "Listen... I'm glad you have your concerns... but it's nothing that's too serious... I don't need to be 'cheered up'..." he said, using his fingers to place quotation marks around the last two words.
Both pilots blinked, hearing laughter. They listened to it for a few minutes. Finally Trowa spoke up, "I wonder what's so funny..."
"Probably some joke of Duo's..." Heero murmured.
Trowa smirked at the tone Heero used when he said Duo's name. "When's the last time you heard Wufei and Quatre both laugh at Duo's joke?" he asked, dryly.
Heero shrugged.
********
WHATTA SHORT CHAPTER!!! gomen, I was tired... *yawns* still am... hope it was somewhat decent, ne?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[1] heh, I don't think it's possible to get high on smelling salts, but it's amusing enough
[2] dunno why... Trowa just strikes me as the type of guy who can solve those annoyingly difficult cubes
[3] reminds me of Syaoron from CardCaptor Sakura... I didn't mean that... it did that on its own
[4] from Friends, again... I don't own it... it just seemed appropriate at the time