- Aug*1*2002 -

Page: I love Andrea Bocelli. Never did the day come where I thought that I'd feel the opera scene. I do though and that was inspiration enough to write a fic with an opera plot. It's kinda weird that it isn't about Trowa and Quatre as much as Heero and Duo. Anyway, I hope it does okay with you guys. Here's the second part. Comments are really appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam Wing or the Gundam boys, I merely play naughty with them. So don't sue me, please. I got nothing but a spinach quiche and that's almost gone…

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So the low down on Trowa was just ridiculous, Quatre was right. Apparently, Trowa was called to a mission. Understandable? Yes. That wasn't what made Quatre mad though. According to Heero, Trowa could have made it in the nick of time after his mission, if all went well. So Trowa took it upon himself to choose the most productive of the choices. Let me tell you, when Heero told me that he took up the offer from Catherine to come to the circus to visit and perform rather than make an effort to show up for the love of his life's dream moment, I was seeing red. I was about to go chew Trowa out when Heero latched his finger onto my belt loop again. Damn, I need to cut those things off. Trowa was being an ass, an ass I never dreamed he could be. Then again, people do tend to surprise you. So I was left to sigh in frustration and try my best to comfort Quatre until tomorrow night.

We settled on drinking heavily. I mean, this is Quatre! Saint! Lips never tainted with liquor! And he's with me, the alcoholic who can't admit he's an alcoholic. I wasn't about to pass up an oppourtunity to get drunk with one of my friends who was in dire need of some venting and lounging. And wouldn't you know, those are two of my specialties!

I vaguely remember the night. I knew we had fun and I had succeeded in, if not stopping the anger and hurt, distracting Quatre from it. And whew! What a night! We played a few board games and loser drank did a shot. We did body shots too, they were innocent… well, as innocent as body shots can get. I even got Heero to do one with us each. Then I persisted that Quatre streak around the front lawn and if he did, I'd jump on Heero's back and make him give me a piggy back ride. Of course though, when I tried, it was more like riding a wild bronco than a piggy back ride. I think it was only after I got thrown against the wall and Quatre got pinned down and wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon, did we finally settle and sleep.

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I rolled off the table, both knocking over and landing on bottles of beer and hard liquor. Really mixing such things in certain ways can fuck you up bad. I groaned loudly, rubbing my temples. Hangovers are a bitch. I groaned again in my disoriented state, thinking I was sporting a hard-on and then laughed at myself when I realized that it was just a random beer bottle pressed against me. I rolled to the couch, pulling myself up. I bumped into a warm body which was weird. Looking up I saw it was Quatre, naked from the waist up and out like a fat boy playing dodge ball. So I decided to settle right where I was, seeing as every time I moved my head pulsed.

" UH! My head hurts. Aspirin." I said, my voice coming out in a rasp. As I smacked my lips together, I felt the urge to brush my teeth and man… I had a bad case of cotton mouth.

" I don't even want to hear it Duo." Heero declared as he came from the kitchen with four white capsules and two glasses of water, laying them on the table. I whined reaching for it, knowing full well it was out of my reach. I think Heero knew too and he was just being a jerk.

" Stop. You are being ridiculous." He said as he took the aspirin and used a finger to pry my mouth open, dropping them in. He handed me the water. I whimpered as if I was still too intoxicated to hold my own glass. I know I was being a chump, but I liked Heero pampering me. Pampered, HA! If you call being fed aspirin pampered.

" No more doing this Duo." Heero stated, holding the water for me as I downed the whole glass.

"You're one to talk Heero." I said, thinking I got him back for scolding me.

" Every once and a while I do, Duo. You do it too consistently and I'm tired of taking care of you and cleaning up your mess." Heero retorted.

My face fell. " Oh." Then I suddenly got defensive with him. " Well, nobody asked you to look after me Heero or clean up my mess. What mess anyway?"

Heero pointed to all the bottles and Quatre still asleep. " I also cleaned up the vomit in the kitchen, bathroom and front porch."

"Oh" I said, feeling dumb.

Heero just shook his head. Walking over me, he made his way to Quatre. " Quatre, get up. Come on Quatre. If Trowa sees you like this, I'm pretty sure he won't be happy." Quatre blinked his eyes, waking up.

"Where am I? What day is it? What year is it? What time is it? Can I have some water? Wait! I have to go to the bathroom." Quatre blabbered incoherently.

Heero proceeded in doing the same routine with Quatre and I abruptly thought of something.

"Hey, what time is it?"

" Now… about 4:30p.m." Heero said.

Quatre jumped up, catching the blanket that was falling off of his hips. " What? Duo! Go get ready! You have exactly 3 hours!"

"Awwwwwwww…..Quatre…..I don't wanna…I have a really bad headache…… just let me sit a little bit lon…"

" Duo Maxwell, NOW!" Quatre shouted. Both Heero and I wincing at the noise. But if it was what he had to resort to, Quatre would undoubtedly go great lengths.

I got up. "Fine. Fine." I said, as I looked at Heero. I stuck my tongue out at him as I saw him smirk openly in my face.

" Heero…" Quatre voiced in warning. I laughed as Heero gave Quatre a nasty glare but followed me up the stairs nonetheless.

" You two better be ready. Three hours!" I heard Quatre shout. Well, he obviously didn't have sensitive ears.