Disclaimers: I have nothing but a strange yet amusing brain, I guess.
Archived: Yume Maxwell-Yuy (www.geocities.com/maxwell_yuy2002/)
Warning: OOC, Weirdish, Shonen Ai 2+1, and 3+4, meant be slightly humorous, and that's about it.
Note: I was bored! Enjoy! Excuse the typos.
Gomen, I couldn't get on FF.net for a few days.
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Haunted
Part 6
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Quatre and Trowa finished unpacking when they heard a soft, but firm, knock on the door. Trowa looked up as Quatre answered it.
"Hi, Heero," Quatre looked over Heero's shoulders, "where's Duo?"
"He went to find Wufei."
"I see." Quatre looked down the hall, and sure enough he saw a long chestnut braid swaying back and forth checking all of the rooms for the Chinese pilot. Quatre looked back at Heero, "May I help you then?"
"Duo wants to know if we should go downstairs to eat."
"You mean he's hungry?" Trowa cut in buttoning up a clean shirt.
"Yes," Cobalt eyes met Emerald, "I think we can discuss what we've learned of the house at this time."
"Of course."
Heero dismissed himself and started downstairs.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?" Trowa asked, "It's not fancy, and we will probably end up cooking, but what the hell." Trowa offered Quatre his arm.
"I'd be delighted." Quatre hooked onto Trowa's arm.
"Shall we?"
"We shall."
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Duo check each room for his comrade. He had open every door, but the last one at the end of the hall, and no pilot. One room the American found quite odd from the others. It was a child's room. Why would there be a child's room here? This wasn't the type of place for a child. Duo sighed. The room was painted in a pale purple with white clouds. There was a white bed filled with stuffed animals of all sorts. The pillows, although dusty, looked rather comfortable to be rested on, and the dresser was covered with tressures valued only by a little girl. On the wall hung old photographs of a puppy and a girl. There was a carousel musicbox on a rocking chair. The room gave a gentle feeling.
Duo pulled his head out of the door.
As the door closed, red eyes flashed behind it.
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Knowing already where the kitchen was, Heero, who was downstairs, looked around for pots and pans. There was obviously no cook, therefore no food. Heero decided that he could whip up something simple with anything in the kitchen, even if he had to resort to the granola bars in Duo's bag. Heero walked to a door.
'Maybe there's something in here.' he thought to himself. He opened the door.
Heero's eyes grew wide.
It was the pantry alright, and it was bigger than Quatre's. Everthing was in it, but was it edible?
The Japanese youth pick up a random can, and read the expiration date.
It was good for another year or so! Something was up, but the pilots were going to be hungry. They could figure it out later.
Heero grabbed what he needed and began to cook.
Of course he could cook!
He's a Gundam Pilot.
Hey, it's better than eating Duo's burnt French Toast.
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Meanwhile...
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Wufei's eye's batted open. He was on the floor. Why was he on the floor? Oh yes, because of some two hentais. Wufei looked around. There was no one in the room, but himself. Wufei stood to his feet and brushed himself off.
"Wu-man!"
Wufei jumped.
"There you are!" Duo walked into the room, "Now why would you choose a room so far away from us?"
"No reason..." Wufei replied, "What do you want, Maxwell?"
"Do you have to be so...Wufei-ish?"
Wufei cocked an eyebrow. Wufei-ish? Just what exactly was so Wufei-ish about him? Duo acted like it was a bad thing!
"Well, anyways, just wanted to know if you wanted to go downstairs and get something to eat, or talk about the things you've seen today." Duo asked casually.
Wufei looked at Duo with a hard gaze.
Duo looked back the same.
"Well, are you comin' or not?" Duo deepened his stare almost at the point to a glare.
Wufei grunted and broke the gaze.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt..." Wufei passed the other boy and made his way downstairs.
Duo grinned and bounced behind him.
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Heero stirred the noodle in the unrusted pot. They were almost ready. The brown haired boy seasoned his noodles and decided to check up on his sauce. Heero could feel the steam hit his eyes as a pair of arms wrapped around him. He jumped just alittle.
"What cha makin', koi?" asked a deep, soft voice breathed into Heero's ear. He softly nibbled the flesh.
"Find out when you eat it yourself." Heero leaned forward over the noodles to stir the red sauce. Duo began to suck on Heero's neck. He was suddenly interupted by a sharp, searing pain in his hand over Heero.
"Itai!" cried Duo holding his hand which was assulted by the boiling pot. Duo ran to the sink and turned on the cold water to soothe his fresh burn.
"Don't burn yourself." Heero warned turning off the stove.
Duo glared then cut the water off, "Thanks for the warning."
Heero removed the pots from the stove and mixed the noodles with the sauce slowly stirring them together. He walked over to Duo and stared at violet orbs. Coming closer to him, he outreached one arm in Duo's direction...and grabbed the glass bowl on the counter behind Duo. Then dumped the sauce and noodles into it and stirring some more. He placed the used pots in the sink, and set the dish down on the counter.
"I love you too." Duo said.
Heero looked at Duo and wrapped his arms around him, "I'm sorry, but I was cooking just for you."
Duo smirked. His Heero was so...what's the word? Heero-ish, and he loved it.
Heero reached for Duo's hand and tenderly kissed the reddened area of the hand.
"Can you forgive me?" he kissed the hand again.
"How can't I?" Duo kissed Heero on the lips.
"Ahem," a muffled noise came from behind. Duo and Heero parted looking in the voice's direction, "Since Heero seems to be your main course, does that mean you have to share?"
"Never!" Duo said holding Heero posessively, "Wufei, you can share Quatre!"
Duo grinned.
"Yeah, yeah," Wufei looked at the food that Heero had prepared, "Do you want me to get that?"
Heero nodded, "Yeah, I need to finish up cooking the rest."
"The rest?"
"There's bread in the oven and chicken." Heero replied pointing to a lit up oven.
"Chicken?" Duo and Wufei said in unison. Heero nodded again.
"Wow, Hee-chan, I'm impressed. Only took you what? 10 minutes?"
"It's called instant."
Duo pecked Heero on the nose, "I'll be back for the rest, and you."
Duo let Heero loose and took the bowl from behind him. He and Wufei disappeared through the hall leading to the dining room.
Heero shut the pantry door.
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Quatre and Trowa stumbled down the stairs giggling, who would have thought that Trowa could act so clumsy. He kissed Quatre hungrily.
"I really think that we should be getting down stairs..."
"Just one more."
"Okay."
Trowa bent down and dove into another deep kiss. Quatre was left panting as they made their way downstairs.
The sun had fully set, and night had begun. No telling what would happen next.
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TBC?
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What did you think? Should there be anymore?
Archived: Yume Maxwell-Yuy (www.geocities.com/maxwell_yuy2002/)
Warning: OOC, Weirdish, Shonen Ai 2+1, and 3+4, meant be slightly humorous, and that's about it.
Note: I was bored! Enjoy! Excuse the typos.
Gomen, I couldn't get on FF.net for a few days.
~!~!~!~!~
Haunted
Part 6
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Quatre and Trowa finished unpacking when they heard a soft, but firm, knock on the door. Trowa looked up as Quatre answered it.
"Hi, Heero," Quatre looked over Heero's shoulders, "where's Duo?"
"He went to find Wufei."
"I see." Quatre looked down the hall, and sure enough he saw a long chestnut braid swaying back and forth checking all of the rooms for the Chinese pilot. Quatre looked back at Heero, "May I help you then?"
"Duo wants to know if we should go downstairs to eat."
"You mean he's hungry?" Trowa cut in buttoning up a clean shirt.
"Yes," Cobalt eyes met Emerald, "I think we can discuss what we've learned of the house at this time."
"Of course."
Heero dismissed himself and started downstairs.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?" Trowa asked, "It's not fancy, and we will probably end up cooking, but what the hell." Trowa offered Quatre his arm.
"I'd be delighted." Quatre hooked onto Trowa's arm.
"Shall we?"
"We shall."
~!~!~!~!~
Duo check each room for his comrade. He had open every door, but the last one at the end of the hall, and no pilot. One room the American found quite odd from the others. It was a child's room. Why would there be a child's room here? This wasn't the type of place for a child. Duo sighed. The room was painted in a pale purple with white clouds. There was a white bed filled with stuffed animals of all sorts. The pillows, although dusty, looked rather comfortable to be rested on, and the dresser was covered with tressures valued only by a little girl. On the wall hung old photographs of a puppy and a girl. There was a carousel musicbox on a rocking chair. The room gave a gentle feeling.
Duo pulled his head out of the door.
As the door closed, red eyes flashed behind it.
~!~!~!~!~
Knowing already where the kitchen was, Heero, who was downstairs, looked around for pots and pans. There was obviously no cook, therefore no food. Heero decided that he could whip up something simple with anything in the kitchen, even if he had to resort to the granola bars in Duo's bag. Heero walked to a door.
'Maybe there's something in here.' he thought to himself. He opened the door.
Heero's eyes grew wide.
It was the pantry alright, and it was bigger than Quatre's. Everthing was in it, but was it edible?
The Japanese youth pick up a random can, and read the expiration date.
It was good for another year or so! Something was up, but the pilots were going to be hungry. They could figure it out later.
Heero grabbed what he needed and began to cook.
Of course he could cook!
He's a Gundam Pilot.
Hey, it's better than eating Duo's burnt French Toast.
~!~!~!~!~
Meanwhile...
~!~!~!~!~
Wufei's eye's batted open. He was on the floor. Why was he on the floor? Oh yes, because of some two hentais. Wufei looked around. There was no one in the room, but himself. Wufei stood to his feet and brushed himself off.
"Wu-man!"
Wufei jumped.
"There you are!" Duo walked into the room, "Now why would you choose a room so far away from us?"
"No reason..." Wufei replied, "What do you want, Maxwell?"
"Do you have to be so...Wufei-ish?"
Wufei cocked an eyebrow. Wufei-ish? Just what exactly was so Wufei-ish about him? Duo acted like it was a bad thing!
"Well, anyways, just wanted to know if you wanted to go downstairs and get something to eat, or talk about the things you've seen today." Duo asked casually.
Wufei looked at Duo with a hard gaze.
Duo looked back the same.
"Well, are you comin' or not?" Duo deepened his stare almost at the point to a glare.
Wufei grunted and broke the gaze.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt..." Wufei passed the other boy and made his way downstairs.
Duo grinned and bounced behind him.
~!~!~!~!~
Heero stirred the noodle in the unrusted pot. They were almost ready. The brown haired boy seasoned his noodles and decided to check up on his sauce. Heero could feel the steam hit his eyes as a pair of arms wrapped around him. He jumped just alittle.
"What cha makin', koi?" asked a deep, soft voice breathed into Heero's ear. He softly nibbled the flesh.
"Find out when you eat it yourself." Heero leaned forward over the noodles to stir the red sauce. Duo began to suck on Heero's neck. He was suddenly interupted by a sharp, searing pain in his hand over Heero.
"Itai!" cried Duo holding his hand which was assulted by the boiling pot. Duo ran to the sink and turned on the cold water to soothe his fresh burn.
"Don't burn yourself." Heero warned turning off the stove.
Duo glared then cut the water off, "Thanks for the warning."
Heero removed the pots from the stove and mixed the noodles with the sauce slowly stirring them together. He walked over to Duo and stared at violet orbs. Coming closer to him, he outreached one arm in Duo's direction...and grabbed the glass bowl on the counter behind Duo. Then dumped the sauce and noodles into it and stirring some more. He placed the used pots in the sink, and set the dish down on the counter.
"I love you too." Duo said.
Heero looked at Duo and wrapped his arms around him, "I'm sorry, but I was cooking just for you."
Duo smirked. His Heero was so...what's the word? Heero-ish, and he loved it.
Heero reached for Duo's hand and tenderly kissed the reddened area of the hand.
"Can you forgive me?" he kissed the hand again.
"How can't I?" Duo kissed Heero on the lips.
"Ahem," a muffled noise came from behind. Duo and Heero parted looking in the voice's direction, "Since Heero seems to be your main course, does that mean you have to share?"
"Never!" Duo said holding Heero posessively, "Wufei, you can share Quatre!"
Duo grinned.
"Yeah, yeah," Wufei looked at the food that Heero had prepared, "Do you want me to get that?"
Heero nodded, "Yeah, I need to finish up cooking the rest."
"The rest?"
"There's bread in the oven and chicken." Heero replied pointing to a lit up oven.
"Chicken?" Duo and Wufei said in unison. Heero nodded again.
"Wow, Hee-chan, I'm impressed. Only took you what? 10 minutes?"
"It's called instant."
Duo pecked Heero on the nose, "I'll be back for the rest, and you."
Duo let Heero loose and took the bowl from behind him. He and Wufei disappeared through the hall leading to the dining room.
Heero shut the pantry door.
~!~!~!~!~
Quatre and Trowa stumbled down the stairs giggling, who would have thought that Trowa could act so clumsy. He kissed Quatre hungrily.
"I really think that we should be getting down stairs..."
"Just one more."
"Okay."
Trowa bent down and dove into another deep kiss. Quatre was left panting as they made their way downstairs.
The sun had fully set, and night had begun. No telling what would happen next.
~!~!~!~!~
TBC?
~!~!~!~!~
What did you think? Should there be anymore?