Gomen nasai for the delay minna-san! In my loyalty to my
reviewers, I had been slacking on my homework to write, so I've
been spending the past couple of days working my ass off on
projects that were due. ^^;;; So please forgive the delay! I'm
back and have the FINAL chapter to this lovely little fic.
Thanks to allllllll my reviewers!!! I love you guys!!! Keep you eyes out for another GW fic coming up soon. ^^
Disclaimer: I WILL OWN GUNDAM WING ONE DAY!!! Just you wait!!!! I will!!! But for now...I don't.
Damn.
Warning: The usual. Of course. The author's sick humor coming into play once more and many extremely 'Awwwww...' worthy moments. And...*dun dun dun* THE END OF THE FIC! Noooooo!!
***
After dinner ended, Sally and Wufei immediately disappeared to their room to do only God knows what with the 'excuse' of Wufei having a 'headache' from 'the onna's babble' (Insert any bad hentai thoughts here and you will know exactly what I'm implying). They thought best not to mention how they unmistakably saw him latch himself on 'the onna' before getting out of sight in the hallway. It was never good to aggravate the Justice Boy when he was about to get into a -very- happy mood.
Death by katana was sure to follow.
Excusing themselves, Duo and Heero went out into the hall after the Chinese pair had fully gone out of view.
"Wufei was the last person I ever thought would do those sort of...things..." Heero commented wryly. "And with Sally, too-"
"Oh please don't finish that remark Heero!" Duo moaned, putting his hands over his eyes as if it would block out the mental images. "I don't think I'll ever be able to eat dessert again!"
"Unless it was on me."
"N-NANI?!" he exclaimed, nearly tripping over his feet and falling.
"I said I highly doubt it," the corners of Heero's lips quirked. "Knowing you and your bottomless pit stomach, by tomorrow you will think nothing of those two and their lecherous acts."
"You did not say that! I know it!" Duo decided that he didn't hear the jest on his eating habits. "You said, 'Unless it was on me'!"
"The whimsical expression on your face during their revelations gave you entirely away," Heero replied nonchalantly. "Who -couldn't- figure out what you were daydreaming about?"
"AH! So you're admitting you said it!"
"Of course not, I was merely stating the obvious."
"Fine, plead the fifth, I see how it is." Duo snorted irritably, folding his arms across his chest with a huff. "I know what I heard."
"So what if I did say that?" Heero smirked, shooting him a sidelong glance.
"What if I don't want to tell you," he smiled slyly, uncrossing his arms.
"Then don't..." They had reached the landing to their room. Duo looked confused at the negative reply, until Heero continued, opening the door and taking the slender boy in his arms. "...show me..." He bent his head down and kissed him.
The two slipped into the bedroom silently.
***
Chaos ensued the Winner mansion while the four stayed with Quatre and Trowa.
Quatre's delightfully wicked plan of cutting off any and all potentially sexual associated items from Sally and Wufei worked like a charm within the first day after their arrival.
Despite the bang-up night they may have had without the added bonuses, the Asian couple came into the parlor appearing extremely repressed and fidgety. Especially at finding the others already up waiting for them, even Duo, who seemed quite cozy snuggled up to Heero on the large black leather couch and watching a movie. Because of the television distraction, they hadn't noticed the arrival of Sally and Wufei and weren't scrambling to cover up their closeness.
Quatre was curled in a chair beside the tea tray on the left side of the couch and reading a business proposal while Trowa was in a matching black leather armchair on the left side of him, watching the movie with Duo and Heero.
Upon seeing the little 'snack' plate set out with the tea (luscious ripe strawberries thickly coated in chocolate and topped with a dab of whipped cream) on the tray, the late-comers let out simultaneous groans that only made their sexual frustration even more obvious.
Blue eyes met onyx, mingled with both desire and torture, and came to the same, dreadful conclusion. Sally and Wufei glared menacingly at Quatre as they took the loveseat across from him, but he just gazed up from the paperwork and smiled sweetly across to them.
Confirming their worst fears.
'Blondes are evil,' Wufei concluded in his mind, turning his glower to the pair on the couch. Duo and Heero still hadn't acknowledged their arrival, or if they had, they didn't care anymore if anyone saw them together. More than likely the latter, because Heero glanced over at Sally and Wufei and did nothing to disentangle himself from his braided koibito.
"No injustice ranting today, Wufei?" Trowa greeted wryly. "Or did you use up all of your 'injustice' yesterday?"
"More like last night after they went to bed." Duo snickered quietly, but he was heard.
"Maxwell..." he began threateningly.
Heero shot him a death glare, daring him to do something, and the Chinese boy shut up.
"Certainly seems like it's all back to normal, eh Quatre?" Trowa smirked.
"Yes it does. Whether or not that's a good thing is a whole other subject." The blonde smiled back.
At dinner, Sally's newest revelation: Wufei's fetish of when she wears tight leather clothes.
And has a whip.
***
"Heero?"
Duo sat up in the large, queen-sized four poster bed later on that night, looking around the pitch-black room anxiously. The chilly air sending goosebumps down his back had woken up, and he discovered the reason why. The spot where Heero had been laying and keeping him warm when they went to sleep was empty. It was cool and appeared almost untouched, so he had been gone for a while before Duo had woken up.
Duo scrambled hastily out of bed and pulled on his shirt and pants haphazardly, not even bothering with his unraveled hair. He went out into the corridor, his amethyst eyes searching every shadow veiled nook and cranny, feeling somewhat afraid. Millions of butterflies fluttered in his chest again like they had when he ran into Heero in front of the bar before he broke down.
'Why does there have to be so many damn rooms in this damn mansion?' Duo thought absently after checking the parlor where they had been earlier that day with the others.
Nothing.
"Maxwell? What are you doing up this late at night?" Wufei inquired, having come from the hall to the west wing, where his and Sally's room was, as Duo brushed past.
"I- umm- water." He lied lamely.
"That's what the pitchers in the bedroom are for," Wufei pointed out, seeing through the fib. "Well what are -you- down here for? If it has anything to do with chocolate and whipped cream, then forget I asked."
"Actually, the opposite, trying to get -away- from Sally and her griping about Quatre's cruel joke."
"Q-man? Cruel?" Duo raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, we can't get within twenty feet of the kitchen, and the staff aren't accepting bribes," Wufei snorted. "Always knew Winner had a mean streak, but this..." He shook his head.
"That's just peachy, now if you excuse me, I've gotta keep looking," Duo said impatiently, his uneasiness growing. He continued on, but Wufei followed beside him.
"What are you looking for?"
He bit his lip and hesitated. "Heero. I mean- he can't've just run off again- not now- I just woke up and he wasn't there so I panicked and automatically jumped to the worst conclusion-"
"Duo, calm down. Take a deep breath. I'm sure he didn't leave," Wufei assured, his expression softening. "I saw the way he acted towards you today, it wasn't the way a person would if they were planning on running away. I promise you. He truly cares about you Duo."
"Really?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes, of course. I wouldn't lie to you," Wufei relaxed into a smile.
"Now I wouldn't go -that- far..." Duo replied amusedly.
"Don't you get started! Here I am trying to be nice, and what do I get in return? Sarcasm!"
"Thank Wufei."
"That's better."
"Hey!-" he puffed up indignantly.
"I was only kidding. You're welcome Duo." They had come to the large glass doors that led into the gardens. Looking out, Wufei jabbed a thumb over. "Well there you go, I told you I was sure Heero didn't leave."
Duo saw him laying out on one of the benches in the rose garden, his head upturned to the sky and staring at the stars.
"See you two the morning," Wufei sighed. "I've done my good deed for the month, so I have to go and face the Dragon Woman now." He grimaced.
"Don't worry, tell Sally I said to play nice," Duo winked. Wufei chuckled and started heading back down the hall as he slid open one of the glass doors and went outside.
"Heero?"
Duo made his way cautiously over to the bench Heero was lying on; he didn't want to intrude if he wanted to be alone.
Heero glanced over and sat up. "What's wrong Duo? You seem upset."
"What? Oh no, I was just wondering where you had went," he covered quickly.
"You were afraid that I had left again." He swung his legs off the bench to so Duo could sit with him.
"Uh- well..." he went red in embarrassment.
"It's fine, you had every right to think so. I probably would have too, if I were you." Heero admitted. "I haven't exactly been very supportive."
Duo looked at him. "No, you have. I was just stupid enough to think the worst."
"You're not stupid," he said firmly, reaching out and combing the loose silken strands of chestnut hair with his fingers. "You're amazing, I'm just sorry it took this long for me to realize that, or I would not have hurt you like I had by running away. It won't happen again."
"I still don't want you to feel like you're being forced into doing anything," Duo insisted, visibly unwinding under his touch.
"I don't. I'm perfectly willing to do whatever it takes to be able to fit into this new peaceful world," Heero replied quietly. "I've made many mistakes in my life and I want to find solace by doing things right with this second chance I have been allowed to have. I did nothing to deserve this and I don't know what greater power graced me with this second chance, especially with you, but I won't screw it all up again."
There were tears brimming in Duo's amethyst eyes, glittering under the moonlight like beautiful jewels, though they weren't of sadness. "I won't either. I let you get away once, but I'm here now. I'll always be here for you, Heero. Always." He kissed him gently.
"Ai shiteru."
***
The End
Wufei: You didn't get revenge on Heero. What's with that?! You insist on torturing me but not him!!! This is an injustice!!!
DVG: So I lied. *shrugs* don't worry Fei-chan, there's always the next fic...*dun dun dun*
All: *are very, very scared*
DVG: *evil grin* It'll be a cute little AU fic, I think. I don't know. Something with even more angst.
Duo: All of your fics are getting progressively more angsty and sappy.
DVG: Are you complaining? I set you up with two of the sexiest bishounen and you -complain-? Just for that, we're having a threesome in the next fic. Some 1x2x5 action. Yep.
All: *nosebleed* O,O;;;
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Thanks to allllllll my reviewers!!! I love you guys!!! Keep you eyes out for another GW fic coming up soon. ^^
Disclaimer: I WILL OWN GUNDAM WING ONE DAY!!! Just you wait!!!! I will!!! But for now...I don't.
Damn.
Warning: The usual. Of course. The author's sick humor coming into play once more and many extremely 'Awwwww...' worthy moments. And...*dun dun dun* THE END OF THE FIC! Noooooo!!
***
After dinner ended, Sally and Wufei immediately disappeared to their room to do only God knows what with the 'excuse' of Wufei having a 'headache' from 'the onna's babble' (Insert any bad hentai thoughts here and you will know exactly what I'm implying). They thought best not to mention how they unmistakably saw him latch himself on 'the onna' before getting out of sight in the hallway. It was never good to aggravate the Justice Boy when he was about to get into a -very- happy mood.
Death by katana was sure to follow.
Excusing themselves, Duo and Heero went out into the hall after the Chinese pair had fully gone out of view.
"Wufei was the last person I ever thought would do those sort of...things..." Heero commented wryly. "And with Sally, too-"
"Oh please don't finish that remark Heero!" Duo moaned, putting his hands over his eyes as if it would block out the mental images. "I don't think I'll ever be able to eat dessert again!"
"Unless it was on me."
"N-NANI?!" he exclaimed, nearly tripping over his feet and falling.
"I said I highly doubt it," the corners of Heero's lips quirked. "Knowing you and your bottomless pit stomach, by tomorrow you will think nothing of those two and their lecherous acts."
"You did not say that! I know it!" Duo decided that he didn't hear the jest on his eating habits. "You said, 'Unless it was on me'!"
"The whimsical expression on your face during their revelations gave you entirely away," Heero replied nonchalantly. "Who -couldn't- figure out what you were daydreaming about?"
"AH! So you're admitting you said it!"
"Of course not, I was merely stating the obvious."
"Fine, plead the fifth, I see how it is." Duo snorted irritably, folding his arms across his chest with a huff. "I know what I heard."
"So what if I did say that?" Heero smirked, shooting him a sidelong glance.
"What if I don't want to tell you," he smiled slyly, uncrossing his arms.
"Then don't..." They had reached the landing to their room. Duo looked confused at the negative reply, until Heero continued, opening the door and taking the slender boy in his arms. "...show me..." He bent his head down and kissed him.
The two slipped into the bedroom silently.
***
Chaos ensued the Winner mansion while the four stayed with Quatre and Trowa.
Quatre's delightfully wicked plan of cutting off any and all potentially sexual associated items from Sally and Wufei worked like a charm within the first day after their arrival.
Despite the bang-up night they may have had without the added bonuses, the Asian couple came into the parlor appearing extremely repressed and fidgety. Especially at finding the others already up waiting for them, even Duo, who seemed quite cozy snuggled up to Heero on the large black leather couch and watching a movie. Because of the television distraction, they hadn't noticed the arrival of Sally and Wufei and weren't scrambling to cover up their closeness.
Quatre was curled in a chair beside the tea tray on the left side of the couch and reading a business proposal while Trowa was in a matching black leather armchair on the left side of him, watching the movie with Duo and Heero.
Upon seeing the little 'snack' plate set out with the tea (luscious ripe strawberries thickly coated in chocolate and topped with a dab of whipped cream) on the tray, the late-comers let out simultaneous groans that only made their sexual frustration even more obvious.
Blue eyes met onyx, mingled with both desire and torture, and came to the same, dreadful conclusion. Sally and Wufei glared menacingly at Quatre as they took the loveseat across from him, but he just gazed up from the paperwork and smiled sweetly across to them.
Confirming their worst fears.
'Blondes are evil,' Wufei concluded in his mind, turning his glower to the pair on the couch. Duo and Heero still hadn't acknowledged their arrival, or if they had, they didn't care anymore if anyone saw them together. More than likely the latter, because Heero glanced over at Sally and Wufei and did nothing to disentangle himself from his braided koibito.
"No injustice ranting today, Wufei?" Trowa greeted wryly. "Or did you use up all of your 'injustice' yesterday?"
"More like last night after they went to bed." Duo snickered quietly, but he was heard.
"Maxwell..." he began threateningly.
Heero shot him a death glare, daring him to do something, and the Chinese boy shut up.
"Certainly seems like it's all back to normal, eh Quatre?" Trowa smirked.
"Yes it does. Whether or not that's a good thing is a whole other subject." The blonde smiled back.
At dinner, Sally's newest revelation: Wufei's fetish of when she wears tight leather clothes.
And has a whip.
***
"Heero?"
Duo sat up in the large, queen-sized four poster bed later on that night, looking around the pitch-black room anxiously. The chilly air sending goosebumps down his back had woken up, and he discovered the reason why. The spot where Heero had been laying and keeping him warm when they went to sleep was empty. It was cool and appeared almost untouched, so he had been gone for a while before Duo had woken up.
Duo scrambled hastily out of bed and pulled on his shirt and pants haphazardly, not even bothering with his unraveled hair. He went out into the corridor, his amethyst eyes searching every shadow veiled nook and cranny, feeling somewhat afraid. Millions of butterflies fluttered in his chest again like they had when he ran into Heero in front of the bar before he broke down.
'Why does there have to be so many damn rooms in this damn mansion?' Duo thought absently after checking the parlor where they had been earlier that day with the others.
Nothing.
"Maxwell? What are you doing up this late at night?" Wufei inquired, having come from the hall to the west wing, where his and Sally's room was, as Duo brushed past.
"I- umm- water." He lied lamely.
"That's what the pitchers in the bedroom are for," Wufei pointed out, seeing through the fib. "Well what are -you- down here for? If it has anything to do with chocolate and whipped cream, then forget I asked."
"Actually, the opposite, trying to get -away- from Sally and her griping about Quatre's cruel joke."
"Q-man? Cruel?" Duo raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, we can't get within twenty feet of the kitchen, and the staff aren't accepting bribes," Wufei snorted. "Always knew Winner had a mean streak, but this..." He shook his head.
"That's just peachy, now if you excuse me, I've gotta keep looking," Duo said impatiently, his uneasiness growing. He continued on, but Wufei followed beside him.
"What are you looking for?"
He bit his lip and hesitated. "Heero. I mean- he can't've just run off again- not now- I just woke up and he wasn't there so I panicked and automatically jumped to the worst conclusion-"
"Duo, calm down. Take a deep breath. I'm sure he didn't leave," Wufei assured, his expression softening. "I saw the way he acted towards you today, it wasn't the way a person would if they were planning on running away. I promise you. He truly cares about you Duo."
"Really?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes, of course. I wouldn't lie to you," Wufei relaxed into a smile.
"Now I wouldn't go -that- far..." Duo replied amusedly.
"Don't you get started! Here I am trying to be nice, and what do I get in return? Sarcasm!"
"Thank Wufei."
"That's better."
"Hey!-" he puffed up indignantly.
"I was only kidding. You're welcome Duo." They had come to the large glass doors that led into the gardens. Looking out, Wufei jabbed a thumb over. "Well there you go, I told you I was sure Heero didn't leave."
Duo saw him laying out on one of the benches in the rose garden, his head upturned to the sky and staring at the stars.
"See you two the morning," Wufei sighed. "I've done my good deed for the month, so I have to go and face the Dragon Woman now." He grimaced.
"Don't worry, tell Sally I said to play nice," Duo winked. Wufei chuckled and started heading back down the hall as he slid open one of the glass doors and went outside.
"Heero?"
Duo made his way cautiously over to the bench Heero was lying on; he didn't want to intrude if he wanted to be alone.
Heero glanced over and sat up. "What's wrong Duo? You seem upset."
"What? Oh no, I was just wondering where you had went," he covered quickly.
"You were afraid that I had left again." He swung his legs off the bench to so Duo could sit with him.
"Uh- well..." he went red in embarrassment.
"It's fine, you had every right to think so. I probably would have too, if I were you." Heero admitted. "I haven't exactly been very supportive."
Duo looked at him. "No, you have. I was just stupid enough to think the worst."
"You're not stupid," he said firmly, reaching out and combing the loose silken strands of chestnut hair with his fingers. "You're amazing, I'm just sorry it took this long for me to realize that, or I would not have hurt you like I had by running away. It won't happen again."
"I still don't want you to feel like you're being forced into doing anything," Duo insisted, visibly unwinding under his touch.
"I don't. I'm perfectly willing to do whatever it takes to be able to fit into this new peaceful world," Heero replied quietly. "I've made many mistakes in my life and I want to find solace by doing things right with this second chance I have been allowed to have. I did nothing to deserve this and I don't know what greater power graced me with this second chance, especially with you, but I won't screw it all up again."
There were tears brimming in Duo's amethyst eyes, glittering under the moonlight like beautiful jewels, though they weren't of sadness. "I won't either. I let you get away once, but I'm here now. I'll always be here for you, Heero. Always." He kissed him gently.
"Ai shiteru."
***
The End
Wufei: You didn't get revenge on Heero. What's with that?! You insist on torturing me but not him!!! This is an injustice!!!
DVG: So I lied. *shrugs* don't worry Fei-chan, there's always the next fic...*dun dun dun*
All: *are very, very scared*
DVG: *evil grin* It'll be a cute little AU fic, I think. I don't know. Something with even more angst.
Duo: All of your fics are getting progressively more angsty and sappy.
DVG: Are you complaining? I set you up with two of the sexiest bishounen and you -complain-? Just for that, we're having a threesome in the next fic. Some 1x2x5 action. Yep.
All: *nosebleed* O,O;;;
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