Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters...
Warnings: shounen-ai, 1+2, some 5+2, which happened by accident, OOC Heero and a trouble-making Trowa... oh man .
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It was dark. Just plain dark. Pitch black. Everyone was silent. Probably to adjust to the dark, or to see who would panic first. Duo obliged.
"WHAT THE HELL!? THE POWER WENT OUT!!!"
"We kind of noticed that..." Trowa's voice said, calmly.
"Ahhhhhh, shaddup!"
"Guys, don't start..." Quatre's voice said, sounding exasperated. "I can find us the flashlight, I think..." Then the sound of Quatre fumbling around amused Duo. So, he snickered.
"Okay... the flashlight's not here..."
"Where else could it be?" Heero asked, impatiently.
"Like you're complaining about sitting in the dark with Maxwell, Yuy," Wufei said, dryly. Then the sound of someone getting punched was heard.
"Ow!" Trowa snapped.
"Oops... sorry, Trowa..."
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU HIT ME AND NOT WUFEI!?"
"He moved!" Heero said, defensively.
Duo laughed, "the Perfect Soldier's losing his touch, huh?"
Heero sighed. "Awww, relax, Heero... I'm only joking... Perfection can't lose their touch that fast, right?" Duo said, assuringly.
"... Thank you, Duo..."
"... Heh..."
"Kisama... Heero no baka...!" Wufei growled.
"Omae o korosu..." Heero snapped.
"Guys, c' mon, stop it..!" Quatre ordered. "Move your foot, Duo..."
"My foot's over here..."
"Then who's..? WHOA!" Quatre falling to the floor erupted the room into laughter. "Ow... hey, shaddup!" Quatre ordered. They went silent, since the Arabian asked so 'politely'. Plus, it would cost them about a week's worth of decent meals, since Quatre was the self-proclaimed chef among the 5 of them.
"You okay, Quatre?" Trowa asked.
"I'm fine..."
"Okay... someone's hand is on my leg, and I'd really rather you move it, please," Duo said, slowly.
"Omae o korosu!" Then another sound of someone getting punched.
"Kisama! Heero, you idiot!" Wufei snarled.
"Hands off!"
"I'm not touching him, baka!"
"Then who..!?"
"If I say me, will you punch me?" Quatre asked, meekly.
"What're you doing, touching Duo!?" Heero snapped.
"Kind of wondering that myself, Cat..." Duo admitted, his eyebrow raised, though no one could see that.
"I was trying to get up..." the Arabian answered, sheepishly.
"It doesn't take that long to get up..." Heero said, coldly.
"It does when someone's standing on my sleeve... GET OFF, WUFEI!"
"Sorry..."
Four of the pilots paused, hearing someone laughing, hysterically. "That you, Duo?" Heero asked.
"Nope... it's funny... but not that funny..."
"Then who?"
"You have any idea how funny it is to hear all this, and not see any of it!?" Trowa gasped out, between laughter.
"That why you're not talking much, Barton?" Wufei asked, with a roll of his eyes, not that anyone could see it.
"Yes... 'tis better to observe, at times, than being a part of it..." Trowa said, calmly.
"Confuscious, you ain't..." Duo said, sarcastically. Then the sound of something hitting Duo. "Ow!"
"Hard target, you ain't..." Trowa shot back, coolly.
"You're just asking to get shot, aren't you, Barton..." Heero hissed.
"No shooting, especially when the power's out, Heero... you know that!" Quatre reminded the Japanese pilot, calmly.
"You alright, Duo?" Heero asked, gently.
"Huh? fine... just a Rubik's cube... didn't hurt..." Duo said, simply. And tossed it behind the couch, carelessly.
"Hey!" Trowa protested.
***
"Damnit, where's the flashlight!?" Quatre said, losing his usual ever- lasting patience.
"Uhh, which?" Duo asked.
"The one that's supposed to stay under the coffeetable..."
"Oh... I think I brought it down the basement..."
There was a collective sigh from every one of the other pilots. Even Heero. "Duo..!"
"What? The light down there burnt out, so I had to change it... and unless any of you wanted me to slip on something, fall about 20 feet, on CONCRETE no less, then I wouldn't have taken the flashlight... does that meet with your satisfaction, huh...?" Duo started to rant.
"Duo... shut up..." Heero said, calmly.
Surprisingly, the American obeyed.
"Well, what now?" Quatre demanded.
"Just sit in the dark, I suppose..." Wufei said, calmly.
"No difference to me... any of you scared of the boogie man?" Trowa asked, dryly.
"Nope..." they all replied.
***
Minutes ticked by very slowly, at least it seemed that way for the pilots.
"What time is it?" Wufei asked, impatiently.
"None of us have the light-up watch things, Wu... duh", Duo retorted. Wufei reached over, ready to smack him.
"Hey!" Heero snapped. Whoops, wrong person. Even the most experienced pilots' had their depth perception lowered in the dark.
Then the sound of Heero punching someone again, reached all of their ears. Heero's perception seemed fine, compared to theirs. Well, except his aim, maybe.
"Kisama! Heero no baka!"
"Ahhh, shaddup, already!" Heero said, snidely.
"Hey, Tro... you awake?" Duo called.
"I'm less then 3 feet away from you, Duo... must you yell?" Trowa asked, calmly.
"Well yeah... what if you were sleeping..?"
"That'd be impossible with this crew..." the silent pilot said, curtly.
"You're not funny..." Duo grumbled.
"Break my heart, why don't you..?"
"Shaddup, already," Duo barked.
"You didn't ask nicely..."
"Trowa, stop already..." Quatre said, impatiently.
"Ruin my only entertainment... that was rude..." Trowa said, with a sigh.
***
More time passed by.
"Come on! One of you have to have a lighter, or matches or something!" Duo called. Then he blinked, someone was holding his hand. When did that happen? "Okay... who's doin that?" he asked, slowly.
"Doing what?" Wufei asked, sounding irritated. Sitting in a dark room with weaklings tended to make his patience much lower than normal.
Oh, okay then... it's just Heero, Duo thought. Then he shrugged, didn't matter to him. Felt kinda nice actually. Okay wait, this hand wasn't calloused. Heero's were. "What the hell!?" Duo barked, and jerked his hand away.
"What is it?" Heero asked, sounding concerned.
"Uhh... nothing..?" Duo said, slowly. He didn't want to have Heero threatening to kill anyone, especially in the dark right now. The Japanese pilot had great perception, but he was as blind in the dark as the rest of them. Heero might even attack Quatre, by accident.
"You're lying... I thought Shinigami never told lies..." Heero said, loftly.
"Ummm, something was on my hand..?" the braided boy offered, with a weak grin. Even though that couldn't be seen in the dark. He sighed, hearing a low growl come from Heero. "Relax, Hee-chan... it was probably nothing..."
"What'd you call me..?"
Duo grimaced, he had to learn to stop calling people that. Wufei would always lecture him when he would call him Wu-chan. "Uhhh, I called you Hee- chan..? Is that okay?" he asked, slowly.
"Yes... it-it's fine... thank you, Duo..."
Duo grinned. Then he heard a small, dreamy sigh. He looked over towards where Quatre should've been, "what?" he asked.
"You guys are so cute, when we can only hear you..." the Arabian answered.
Duo blushed, furiously. "I'm glad we can entertain you!" he said, through gritted teeth, hoping Quatre would catch his warning glare, even in the dark. He did.
***
Duo sighed, leaning back. This was getting old fast, sitting in the dark like this.
Then there was that hand again, holding his, with a lot of confidence. Who the hell are you? Duo wondered. He felt a few traces of mild callouses and blisters. But they weren't like Heero's, "leggo..." Duo finally ordered. The hand tightened.
"Omae o korosu..." Heero hissed. It didn't matter that he didn't see the person touching Duo, just that he didn't want anyone doing it.
Then Duo recognized the hand. Trowa!
"Trowa! What the hell you think you're doing!?" Duo demanded.
That clinched it. In a flash, the warm presence that was sitting next to Duo was gone. The braided boy's hand was dropped as Heero apparently attacked the person who dared touch Duo.
"Kisama! WHAT'RE YOU DOING, YUY!?"
"Uhh, gomen, Wufei... Where's Trowa!?" Heero said, sounding impatient.
"Not here! Lemme go!" Wufei snarled.
Duo jumped feeling someone's foot rubbing against his leg. "What the hell..!?" Duo snapped, "knock it off, Trowa!" he barked, now positive that it was Trowa.
Heero then dropped Wufei, and lunged at the other side of the coffeetable, to get to the perpatrator.
"ACK! HEERO! GET AWAY! IT'S ME!!!" Quatre yelped.
"Gomen, Quatre... Trowa!? Where are you!?" Heero growled.
"Over here... Duo's braid smells nice..." Trowa's voice called, lightly, from behind Duo.
Duo blinked, feeling someone tug lightly at his braid. "Leggo, no one touches the braid, buddy, you know that!" the American pointed out.
In less then a second, Heero was kneeling over Duo's, grabbing Trowa's collar, "mind telling me what the hell you were doing!?" he snarled.
"Not at all... but first, I'd be more concerned with the position you're in with Duo right now..." Trowa said, calmly. Heero could practically see the grin on Trowa's face. Even in the dark.
He glanced down, seeing that he was straddling Duo's lap, to get to Trowa. He blushed furiously. He managed to see some light reflecting off of the American's cobalt blue eyes as he looked up at Heero, inquiringly.
Tension hung in the air, for a long moment. Trowa burst out laughing, his collar was still in Heero's grasp, but he didn't care. This was just too funny for words!
Shakily, Heero gave his attention back to Trowa, "Omae... o korosu, Barton... believe me, I will..." he hissed, slowly, his voice cracking as he spoke.
Trowa's grin widened, "right... gotcha, Heero," he said, shortly. "C' mon... I did you a favor..." he whispered, so only Heero could hear[1].
Heero narrowed his eyes, and released the taller pilot, and quickly got off Duo's lap, and sat down on the sofa, his cheeks flushed. For a second, the Japanese pilot thought he might have even gotten a nosebleed.
"Wish one of you had a camera, right then... you would've gotten a hell of a picture..." Trowa told Wufei and Quatre, as he sat back down in his original seat.
***
It was silent in the livingroom, for a long moment. Then the light's finally went back on.
The pilots all looked at each other, then briskly all of them stood up.
"Well, I'm goin to get some tea, then I'll go to bed..." said Quatre, with a smile.
"Meditation for me..." Wufei said, then started for the stairs.
Trowa grinned, ignoring the looks Heero was throwing at him, "I think I'll just take a walk..." he said, then he headed out the front door.
"Sleep with one eye open, Barton..." Heero growled, then he sighed, and ran hand through his hair, turning to the object of his affection. "Umm, Duo... about earlier, I just... well, we just... er, Trowa did, I mean... and uhhh..."
Duo grinned, "no big deal, Heero... no harm done... now if you'll excuse me... I need to be alone now," he joked.
Heero smiled, feeling instantly flattered. "Uhh, right... I'm just gonna go to bed now..." he mumbled, scratching the back of his head, blushing faintly.
Duo stood there, also looking rather awkward, yet thoughtful. Then, Duo leaned in, pressing his lips against Heero's in a brief kiss.
Heero stared at him, in shock, his lips tingling, his blush deepening as well.
"Okay... right... I bet we both coulda saw that coming, huh? Right... well, I'm gonna leave now, before you make my 'guh' look pathetic, by spouting poetry at me or something... heh, oyasumi, Hee-chan..." with a quick nod, the braided boy, turned and ran upstairs.
Heero stared after him, swallowing over and over, yet his mouth stayed as dry as ever. His heart swelled, he instantly felt like he could take on anything. Words and feelings whirled in his mind, ready to be expressed! Then...
"In the words of Shinigami... guh," Heero murmured, smiling faintly[2].
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[1] even if Duo's right there... Heero's senses are sharper than a normal human's, right? And Trowa's got this really quiet voice... it could happen, heh
[2] just seemed appropriate for the timing... okay then? okay then.
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Another somewhat short chapter! It's satisfactory enough for me! ^_^
Warnings: shounen-ai, 1+2, some 5+2, which happened by accident, OOC Heero and a trouble-making Trowa... oh man .
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It was dark. Just plain dark. Pitch black. Everyone was silent. Probably to adjust to the dark, or to see who would panic first. Duo obliged.
"WHAT THE HELL!? THE POWER WENT OUT!!!"
"We kind of noticed that..." Trowa's voice said, calmly.
"Ahhhhhh, shaddup!"
"Guys, don't start..." Quatre's voice said, sounding exasperated. "I can find us the flashlight, I think..." Then the sound of Quatre fumbling around amused Duo. So, he snickered.
"Okay... the flashlight's not here..."
"Where else could it be?" Heero asked, impatiently.
"Like you're complaining about sitting in the dark with Maxwell, Yuy," Wufei said, dryly. Then the sound of someone getting punched was heard.
"Ow!" Trowa snapped.
"Oops... sorry, Trowa..."
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU HIT ME AND NOT WUFEI!?"
"He moved!" Heero said, defensively.
Duo laughed, "the Perfect Soldier's losing his touch, huh?"
Heero sighed. "Awww, relax, Heero... I'm only joking... Perfection can't lose their touch that fast, right?" Duo said, assuringly.
"... Thank you, Duo..."
"... Heh..."
"Kisama... Heero no baka...!" Wufei growled.
"Omae o korosu..." Heero snapped.
"Guys, c' mon, stop it..!" Quatre ordered. "Move your foot, Duo..."
"My foot's over here..."
"Then who's..? WHOA!" Quatre falling to the floor erupted the room into laughter. "Ow... hey, shaddup!" Quatre ordered. They went silent, since the Arabian asked so 'politely'. Plus, it would cost them about a week's worth of decent meals, since Quatre was the self-proclaimed chef among the 5 of them.
"You okay, Quatre?" Trowa asked.
"I'm fine..."
"Okay... someone's hand is on my leg, and I'd really rather you move it, please," Duo said, slowly.
"Omae o korosu!" Then another sound of someone getting punched.
"Kisama! Heero, you idiot!" Wufei snarled.
"Hands off!"
"I'm not touching him, baka!"
"Then who..!?"
"If I say me, will you punch me?" Quatre asked, meekly.
"What're you doing, touching Duo!?" Heero snapped.
"Kind of wondering that myself, Cat..." Duo admitted, his eyebrow raised, though no one could see that.
"I was trying to get up..." the Arabian answered, sheepishly.
"It doesn't take that long to get up..." Heero said, coldly.
"It does when someone's standing on my sleeve... GET OFF, WUFEI!"
"Sorry..."
Four of the pilots paused, hearing someone laughing, hysterically. "That you, Duo?" Heero asked.
"Nope... it's funny... but not that funny..."
"Then who?"
"You have any idea how funny it is to hear all this, and not see any of it!?" Trowa gasped out, between laughter.
"That why you're not talking much, Barton?" Wufei asked, with a roll of his eyes, not that anyone could see it.
"Yes... 'tis better to observe, at times, than being a part of it..." Trowa said, calmly.
"Confuscious, you ain't..." Duo said, sarcastically. Then the sound of something hitting Duo. "Ow!"
"Hard target, you ain't..." Trowa shot back, coolly.
"You're just asking to get shot, aren't you, Barton..." Heero hissed.
"No shooting, especially when the power's out, Heero... you know that!" Quatre reminded the Japanese pilot, calmly.
"You alright, Duo?" Heero asked, gently.
"Huh? fine... just a Rubik's cube... didn't hurt..." Duo said, simply. And tossed it behind the couch, carelessly.
"Hey!" Trowa protested.
***
"Damnit, where's the flashlight!?" Quatre said, losing his usual ever- lasting patience.
"Uhh, which?" Duo asked.
"The one that's supposed to stay under the coffeetable..."
"Oh... I think I brought it down the basement..."
There was a collective sigh from every one of the other pilots. Even Heero. "Duo..!"
"What? The light down there burnt out, so I had to change it... and unless any of you wanted me to slip on something, fall about 20 feet, on CONCRETE no less, then I wouldn't have taken the flashlight... does that meet with your satisfaction, huh...?" Duo started to rant.
"Duo... shut up..." Heero said, calmly.
Surprisingly, the American obeyed.
"Well, what now?" Quatre demanded.
"Just sit in the dark, I suppose..." Wufei said, calmly.
"No difference to me... any of you scared of the boogie man?" Trowa asked, dryly.
"Nope..." they all replied.
***
Minutes ticked by very slowly, at least it seemed that way for the pilots.
"What time is it?" Wufei asked, impatiently.
"None of us have the light-up watch things, Wu... duh", Duo retorted. Wufei reached over, ready to smack him.
"Hey!" Heero snapped. Whoops, wrong person. Even the most experienced pilots' had their depth perception lowered in the dark.
Then the sound of Heero punching someone again, reached all of their ears. Heero's perception seemed fine, compared to theirs. Well, except his aim, maybe.
"Kisama! Heero no baka!"
"Ahhh, shaddup, already!" Heero said, snidely.
"Hey, Tro... you awake?" Duo called.
"I'm less then 3 feet away from you, Duo... must you yell?" Trowa asked, calmly.
"Well yeah... what if you were sleeping..?"
"That'd be impossible with this crew..." the silent pilot said, curtly.
"You're not funny..." Duo grumbled.
"Break my heart, why don't you..?"
"Shaddup, already," Duo barked.
"You didn't ask nicely..."
"Trowa, stop already..." Quatre said, impatiently.
"Ruin my only entertainment... that was rude..." Trowa said, with a sigh.
***
More time passed by.
"Come on! One of you have to have a lighter, or matches or something!" Duo called. Then he blinked, someone was holding his hand. When did that happen? "Okay... who's doin that?" he asked, slowly.
"Doing what?" Wufei asked, sounding irritated. Sitting in a dark room with weaklings tended to make his patience much lower than normal.
Oh, okay then... it's just Heero, Duo thought. Then he shrugged, didn't matter to him. Felt kinda nice actually. Okay wait, this hand wasn't calloused. Heero's were. "What the hell!?" Duo barked, and jerked his hand away.
"What is it?" Heero asked, sounding concerned.
"Uhh... nothing..?" Duo said, slowly. He didn't want to have Heero threatening to kill anyone, especially in the dark right now. The Japanese pilot had great perception, but he was as blind in the dark as the rest of them. Heero might even attack Quatre, by accident.
"You're lying... I thought Shinigami never told lies..." Heero said, loftly.
"Ummm, something was on my hand..?" the braided boy offered, with a weak grin. Even though that couldn't be seen in the dark. He sighed, hearing a low growl come from Heero. "Relax, Hee-chan... it was probably nothing..."
"What'd you call me..?"
Duo grimaced, he had to learn to stop calling people that. Wufei would always lecture him when he would call him Wu-chan. "Uhhh, I called you Hee- chan..? Is that okay?" he asked, slowly.
"Yes... it-it's fine... thank you, Duo..."
Duo grinned. Then he heard a small, dreamy sigh. He looked over towards where Quatre should've been, "what?" he asked.
"You guys are so cute, when we can only hear you..." the Arabian answered.
Duo blushed, furiously. "I'm glad we can entertain you!" he said, through gritted teeth, hoping Quatre would catch his warning glare, even in the dark. He did.
***
Duo sighed, leaning back. This was getting old fast, sitting in the dark like this.
Then there was that hand again, holding his, with a lot of confidence. Who the hell are you? Duo wondered. He felt a few traces of mild callouses and blisters. But they weren't like Heero's, "leggo..." Duo finally ordered. The hand tightened.
"Omae o korosu..." Heero hissed. It didn't matter that he didn't see the person touching Duo, just that he didn't want anyone doing it.
Then Duo recognized the hand. Trowa!
"Trowa! What the hell you think you're doing!?" Duo demanded.
That clinched it. In a flash, the warm presence that was sitting next to Duo was gone. The braided boy's hand was dropped as Heero apparently attacked the person who dared touch Duo.
"Kisama! WHAT'RE YOU DOING, YUY!?"
"Uhh, gomen, Wufei... Where's Trowa!?" Heero said, sounding impatient.
"Not here! Lemme go!" Wufei snarled.
Duo jumped feeling someone's foot rubbing against his leg. "What the hell..!?" Duo snapped, "knock it off, Trowa!" he barked, now positive that it was Trowa.
Heero then dropped Wufei, and lunged at the other side of the coffeetable, to get to the perpatrator.
"ACK! HEERO! GET AWAY! IT'S ME!!!" Quatre yelped.
"Gomen, Quatre... Trowa!? Where are you!?" Heero growled.
"Over here... Duo's braid smells nice..." Trowa's voice called, lightly, from behind Duo.
Duo blinked, feeling someone tug lightly at his braid. "Leggo, no one touches the braid, buddy, you know that!" the American pointed out.
In less then a second, Heero was kneeling over Duo's, grabbing Trowa's collar, "mind telling me what the hell you were doing!?" he snarled.
"Not at all... but first, I'd be more concerned with the position you're in with Duo right now..." Trowa said, calmly. Heero could practically see the grin on Trowa's face. Even in the dark.
He glanced down, seeing that he was straddling Duo's lap, to get to Trowa. He blushed furiously. He managed to see some light reflecting off of the American's cobalt blue eyes as he looked up at Heero, inquiringly.
Tension hung in the air, for a long moment. Trowa burst out laughing, his collar was still in Heero's grasp, but he didn't care. This was just too funny for words!
Shakily, Heero gave his attention back to Trowa, "Omae... o korosu, Barton... believe me, I will..." he hissed, slowly, his voice cracking as he spoke.
Trowa's grin widened, "right... gotcha, Heero," he said, shortly. "C' mon... I did you a favor..." he whispered, so only Heero could hear[1].
Heero narrowed his eyes, and released the taller pilot, and quickly got off Duo's lap, and sat down on the sofa, his cheeks flushed. For a second, the Japanese pilot thought he might have even gotten a nosebleed.
"Wish one of you had a camera, right then... you would've gotten a hell of a picture..." Trowa told Wufei and Quatre, as he sat back down in his original seat.
***
It was silent in the livingroom, for a long moment. Then the light's finally went back on.
The pilots all looked at each other, then briskly all of them stood up.
"Well, I'm goin to get some tea, then I'll go to bed..." said Quatre, with a smile.
"Meditation for me..." Wufei said, then started for the stairs.
Trowa grinned, ignoring the looks Heero was throwing at him, "I think I'll just take a walk..." he said, then he headed out the front door.
"Sleep with one eye open, Barton..." Heero growled, then he sighed, and ran hand through his hair, turning to the object of his affection. "Umm, Duo... about earlier, I just... well, we just... er, Trowa did, I mean... and uhhh..."
Duo grinned, "no big deal, Heero... no harm done... now if you'll excuse me... I need to be alone now," he joked.
Heero smiled, feeling instantly flattered. "Uhh, right... I'm just gonna go to bed now..." he mumbled, scratching the back of his head, blushing faintly.
Duo stood there, also looking rather awkward, yet thoughtful. Then, Duo leaned in, pressing his lips against Heero's in a brief kiss.
Heero stared at him, in shock, his lips tingling, his blush deepening as well.
"Okay... right... I bet we both coulda saw that coming, huh? Right... well, I'm gonna leave now, before you make my 'guh' look pathetic, by spouting poetry at me or something... heh, oyasumi, Hee-chan..." with a quick nod, the braided boy, turned and ran upstairs.
Heero stared after him, swallowing over and over, yet his mouth stayed as dry as ever. His heart swelled, he instantly felt like he could take on anything. Words and feelings whirled in his mind, ready to be expressed! Then...
"In the words of Shinigami... guh," Heero murmured, smiling faintly[2].
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[1] even if Duo's right there... Heero's senses are sharper than a normal human's, right? And Trowa's got this really quiet voice... it could happen, heh
[2] just seemed appropriate for the timing... okay then? okay then.
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Another somewhat short chapter! It's satisfactory enough for me! ^_^