The Mighty Shinigami?ch.2 a Gundam Wing fic by AngelDragon
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Gundam Wing (but I *do* own this fic)
Warnings/Notes: Just so you know there's shonen-ai here, between my favorite pilots, Duo, Wufei & Heero. It's mostly for fun, but it's just a bit more serious in this chapter. Also, this takes place about a week or so after Duo broke his ankle in the previous chapter. (And for the archive time-record, I wrote this on Dec. 8, 2002) Enjoy & review, onegai?
Chapter 2: "Making Up Is Hard to Duo" (especially if you're one Heero Yuy)
"Fa la la la la - la la la laaa!" Duo happily warbled as he made his way to the kitchen on his crutches. Quatre had managed to get him a proper pair through his connections after Duo had almost re-broken his ankle trying to get around by doing his braided bunny impersonation.
As he rooted around awkwardly in the fridge, he heard someone shuffling around in slippers behind him. "If you didn't have such a good voice Duo, I'd have to silence you." Duo turned with a little hop-limp to smile at the owner of the slippers.
"You can't shut me up that easily!" he said with a snicker. "Oh no? Let me see.." the slipper owner said as he leaned in to give the braided wonder a light kiss.
"Well.. Good morning to you too, Wuffie!" Duo said with a little blush and a ready grin. He tried to finish his fridge raid but the bottle of orange juice he'd had a grip on slipped from his hand when he went to back up with his crutches to allow Wufei a shot at the food. "Dammit!"
Wufei deftly caught it in a swift motion of his hand and flashed Duo a slight smile. "Let me help," he said as he held up the bottle. "No prob, Wu- man," Duo said with a little laugh as he hobbled over to sit at the table as his kawaii dragon gathered edibles for their breakfast. Soon they were splitting eggs, toast and the usual and Duo popped back his pain meds; which he didn't know he'd taken since Wufei'd hidden them in his oatmeal, disguised as raisins. He hates taking pills. Yuy always tries to force them on him, but Duo always evades himWufei thought with a satisfied smirkYuy always wants to do things the hard way..
After Duo shoveled all of his breakfast away in record time, he thunked the oatmeal bowl down with a contented sigh. "Yummy! Thanks for cooking, Wu- man," he said and while Wufei took up their dishes, he started singing again.
"What's that song of yours, anyway?" Wufei asked as he poured them some hot green tea.
"Oh it's an old Christmas carol. I can't believe it's almost here again!" Duo said happily as he sipped from his mug. "Didn't you have Christmas on your colony, Wufei?"
"Not that I ever knew of. But we had many other holidays and festivals. Christmas is an American one, ne?" Wufei asked with a yawn. He pulled his robe closer around him, it was a little chilly in their safe-house and all he had on underneath was a pair of boxers with little dragons on them that Duo'd given him for his birthday last year. I envy his flannel pajamas, though I wish they could take the chill from those ice blocks he calls feethe thought.
"Yeah, it's one of my faves; the tree, the candy, the excuse to goof off with your friends," Duo said as he took another sip of tea.
"I can see why you like it then," Wufei commented blandly as Duo sweatdropped and said, "Well, there's supposed to be more to it then that.. But those are my favorite parts, along with the singing."
"I notice we're without the company of a certain sulky bedmate. Where *is* Yuy anyway?" Wufei asked casually. Not that I'm complaining about the lack of his scowls over breakfast.. Or any other times of day, that is Duo's violet eyes narrowed for a second, then he shook it off as he turned his head toward the living room. "His inconsiderate ass is sleeping on the couch, remember? Hmph!" Wufei regarded him with a raised brow.
"Still not speaking to him?" he asked. Can't say that I'm not pleased though. No 'Glare of Death' for a few days, whenever I get close to DuoWufei thought with a smirk he hid behind a sip from his mug. It serves him right. Justice has caught up with him
"You bet I'm not! I can let a lot slide, but that was just not fair!" Duo stated. Let's see if being cut off is teaching him to leave me stranded for hours in the cold! My freakin' ankle was killing me, too! he thought. "I wish he'd just drop the damn 'perfect soldier' act for once and get some holiday spirit. Why can't he just *pretend* to be happy, at least?" He frowned, disappointment finding his handsome features. Wufei's brow knit as he watched his boyfriend's conflicting emotions fight for dominance.
"You're asking a lot from him, I think. He never admits when he's wrong, that I've seen anyway and he didn't actually *say* he was sorry for pushing you off that wall." He reached across to awkwardly put a hand on Duo's to comfort him. "You've always got me though. The strong take care of their loved ones, not push them off of walls, ne? Even though I played a slight part in that.." That got a small smile out of Duo and an embarrassed blush. "Yeah, you're right Wu-man. Don't worry about it." But I wanna spend Christmas with you both, not to mention Quatre and Trowa.. he thought.
A little later, Quatre and Trowa wandered in from their respective bedrooms to scrape together their own breakfast and shoot the breeze. Poor Quatre looked like he'd pulled another all-nighter again. Poor guy. He needs a better hobby, instead of looking like a member of the undead paper- filer's association Duo thought with a chuckle. Wufei looked at him like perhaps he'd lost it, but Duo just shrugged and smiled. "Must be the caffeine kicking in!" he said as Wufei rolled his eyes, muttering something about braided bakas making strange bedfellows.
"So, where's Heero?" Quatre asked, clearing his throat and pushing away his omelet plate to change the subject. Looking up, he noticed the incredulous looks of the pair staring back at him from across the table and sweatdropped. "D - did I say something wrong?"
"Whadda you mean 'Where's Heero?' Isn't he still out cold on the couch?" Duo asked, puzzled. Quatre warily shook his head no. "W - where the hell did he go then?!"
"I'm really sorry Duo but I don't know. There wasn't a note that I could see. Perhaps he had a solo mission at the last minute?" Quatre offered. Boy, he looks frazzled today. Normally he's so cheerful.. he thought.
"That jerk!" Duo growled with a twitchy brow. He got unsteadily to his feet, almost falling in Wufei's lap and hobbled into the living room. "If he comes back alive, Shinigami's gonna deck his halls!" The other three pilots just exchanged confused looks as if to say, 'Whatever *that* meant..'
Duo spent most of the day playing his video game on the couch, a little lonely but trying not to show it. "Hey, what do I care if he leaves for a bit, ne? I'm not bothered by it," he'd said when Quatre had offered to try and find out what was going on. After watching his pj'd form stretched out on the blankets, unusually quiet for a typical Duo gaming session, Wufei'd had enough. This is *not* like him. Damn Yuy! He'd better have a good explanation or *I* will deliver justice on him first!)
He hung out with Duo while Quatre and Trowa were double-checking their defenses, consistently beating him at his own game until Duo declared himself through. Then the pair watched an old movie from the house's tape collection, noshing the popcorn Quatre had been kind enough to make. Eventually, Duo fell asleep with his head in Wufei's lap, causing the normally solitary one to roll his dark eyes. He absently played with Duo's braid, having brushed the long, shimmery hair earlier before re-braiding it as they'd watched the movie.
He started to nod off himself but was jerked awake by the sound of the front door being unlocked. Wufei tensed; ready to move quickly to intercept if he had to, then relaxed as he noticed who it was, unable to fully keep the disappointment from his face.
Heero came inside, a gust of icy wind following him as he closed the door behind him, causing Duo to shiver in his sleep and snuggle closer to Wufei. Heero was jostling a few cumbersome bags and started to cross the room but stopped to assess the cozy scene on 'his' couch. He gave his customary glare at Wufei, who gave a smirk back. Heero's only reply was "Hn," as he continued on to the kitchen.
Wufei suspiciously turned his head to glance at the kitchen but didn't move to investigate, lest he wake up Duo. There were sounds of rustling and clinking going one. What's he playing at? Wufei thought. After a time, Heero silently came out and went down the hall to Quatre's room and retrieved the puzzled little blonde Arabian, who shrugged at Wufei and followed Heero into the kitchen. Curiouser and curiouserMore odd noises were heard again and Wufei prided himself on being a warrior of self- control, but this was *really* eating at even his well-trained patience.
Eventually, the odd pair came into the living room carrying a few things. Wide-eyed, Wufei opened his mouth to ask 'What the hell?' but stopped when Quatre gave him a wink and put a finger to his lips with a smile. Wufei nodded and stayed silent and watchful as they set their items and burdens up. When all was ready, Heero came over to the couch, gave Wufei a warning glare and knelt by Duo's head. He brushed at chestnut bangs and gave Duo a surprisingly gentle kiss to wake him.
"W - wha? Bedtime already?" Duo mumbled sleepily as he opened his eyes to see a pair of cobalt blue ones staring impassively at him. At first he smiled widely, but then remembered he was mad at him and the smile fell. "Oh. It's you," he said with a little half-hearted glare of his own. He sat up; wincing a bit when he whacked his bound ankle against the coffee table, then stared around, mouth opened in awe. "Whoa.. Where'd all this come from?"
There was a small Christmas tree by the door and Heero turned to nod at Quatre who plugged a cord in to light it up. There were also a couple other strings of blue and white lights draped over pushpins around the door and a few yards of silver and blue garland around the tree and taped up on the wall in tandem with the lights. There were even a few ornaments and a little angel (with a tiny scythe) on the tree. Duo smiled as he took it all in.
"Heero set this all up Duo. But I helped a little," Quatre said, taking a seat in the armchair nearby.
"Really? You guys did this? But why?" Duo asked with a laugh. Heero gave a small smile as he went to the tree to retrieve four brightly wrapped packages. He presented one to Quatre, set one on the coffee table, stating it was for Trowa, then parked it on the couch between his two boyfriends. Wufei grumbled a bit but shut it when Heero shoved a package into his hands and gave the last one to Duo.
"Because I acted.. Like an ass and I remembered how much you missed this holiday crap," Heero stated levelly. "You can open them now if you want."
Wufei held his up to his ear as he asked, "Why did you get me one Yuy? Is it on a timer? Will it self destruct like you?" Heero gave him a look that said, 'You're far too over-reactive.' "Just open it Chang," he said. The three pilots ripped into their gifts, Duo laughing happily and hugging the tensed Heero for his new black suede leather jacket. Quatre thanked him for the new sheet music for his violin and Wufei raised a brow, yet thanked him as he held up his new black silk pajamas with silver Chinese dragons on them. The statue has good tastehe thought.
Quatre said his good nights and left the trio to their privacy. "G'night, Quat! Thanks for helping with the goodies!" Duo called, giggling at the retreating pilot of Sandrock, who just shook his head. "You're welcome Duo! Enjoy!" he called. I have such strange, wonderful friendshe thought with a fond smile as he went to his room.
The trio had hot cocoa and cuddled on the couch, a temporary truce between the competing Wufei and Heero as they all watched the lights for a while, then Duo grinned impishly at his partners. "Hey Wuffie, wanna try on your new jammies?" Wufei glanced at him and Heero; *both* were wearing slightly hopeful looks. Duo I can understand.. But Yuy? Now that's just odd.. he thought. But then he snorted and rolled his eyes, smiling slyly. "Why not? I guess it's the gift that keep on giving!"
*OWARI*
Well, hope you enjoyed this out of character little fic so far. I might do more chapters to this and they might not all be so connected, plot wise I mean, but they'll *all* star my favorite pilot triangle! ^_^
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Gundam Wing (but I *do* own this fic)
Warnings/Notes: Just so you know there's shonen-ai here, between my favorite pilots, Duo, Wufei & Heero. It's mostly for fun, but it's just a bit more serious in this chapter. Also, this takes place about a week or so after Duo broke his ankle in the previous chapter. (And for the archive time-record, I wrote this on Dec. 8, 2002) Enjoy & review, onegai?
Chapter 2: "Making Up Is Hard to Duo" (especially if you're one Heero Yuy)
"Fa la la la la - la la la laaa!" Duo happily warbled as he made his way to the kitchen on his crutches. Quatre had managed to get him a proper pair through his connections after Duo had almost re-broken his ankle trying to get around by doing his braided bunny impersonation.
As he rooted around awkwardly in the fridge, he heard someone shuffling around in slippers behind him. "If you didn't have such a good voice Duo, I'd have to silence you." Duo turned with a little hop-limp to smile at the owner of the slippers.
"You can't shut me up that easily!" he said with a snicker. "Oh no? Let me see.." the slipper owner said as he leaned in to give the braided wonder a light kiss.
"Well.. Good morning to you too, Wuffie!" Duo said with a little blush and a ready grin. He tried to finish his fridge raid but the bottle of orange juice he'd had a grip on slipped from his hand when he went to back up with his crutches to allow Wufei a shot at the food. "Dammit!"
Wufei deftly caught it in a swift motion of his hand and flashed Duo a slight smile. "Let me help," he said as he held up the bottle. "No prob, Wu- man," Duo said with a little laugh as he hobbled over to sit at the table as his kawaii dragon gathered edibles for their breakfast. Soon they were splitting eggs, toast and the usual and Duo popped back his pain meds; which he didn't know he'd taken since Wufei'd hidden them in his oatmeal, disguised as raisins. He hates taking pills. Yuy always tries to force them on him, but Duo always evades himWufei thought with a satisfied smirkYuy always wants to do things the hard way..
After Duo shoveled all of his breakfast away in record time, he thunked the oatmeal bowl down with a contented sigh. "Yummy! Thanks for cooking, Wu- man," he said and while Wufei took up their dishes, he started singing again.
"What's that song of yours, anyway?" Wufei asked as he poured them some hot green tea.
"Oh it's an old Christmas carol. I can't believe it's almost here again!" Duo said happily as he sipped from his mug. "Didn't you have Christmas on your colony, Wufei?"
"Not that I ever knew of. But we had many other holidays and festivals. Christmas is an American one, ne?" Wufei asked with a yawn. He pulled his robe closer around him, it was a little chilly in their safe-house and all he had on underneath was a pair of boxers with little dragons on them that Duo'd given him for his birthday last year. I envy his flannel pajamas, though I wish they could take the chill from those ice blocks he calls feethe thought.
"Yeah, it's one of my faves; the tree, the candy, the excuse to goof off with your friends," Duo said as he took another sip of tea.
"I can see why you like it then," Wufei commented blandly as Duo sweatdropped and said, "Well, there's supposed to be more to it then that.. But those are my favorite parts, along with the singing."
"I notice we're without the company of a certain sulky bedmate. Where *is* Yuy anyway?" Wufei asked casually. Not that I'm complaining about the lack of his scowls over breakfast.. Or any other times of day, that is Duo's violet eyes narrowed for a second, then he shook it off as he turned his head toward the living room. "His inconsiderate ass is sleeping on the couch, remember? Hmph!" Wufei regarded him with a raised brow.
"Still not speaking to him?" he asked. Can't say that I'm not pleased though. No 'Glare of Death' for a few days, whenever I get close to DuoWufei thought with a smirk he hid behind a sip from his mug. It serves him right. Justice has caught up with him
"You bet I'm not! I can let a lot slide, but that was just not fair!" Duo stated. Let's see if being cut off is teaching him to leave me stranded for hours in the cold! My freakin' ankle was killing me, too! he thought. "I wish he'd just drop the damn 'perfect soldier' act for once and get some holiday spirit. Why can't he just *pretend* to be happy, at least?" He frowned, disappointment finding his handsome features. Wufei's brow knit as he watched his boyfriend's conflicting emotions fight for dominance.
"You're asking a lot from him, I think. He never admits when he's wrong, that I've seen anyway and he didn't actually *say* he was sorry for pushing you off that wall." He reached across to awkwardly put a hand on Duo's to comfort him. "You've always got me though. The strong take care of their loved ones, not push them off of walls, ne? Even though I played a slight part in that.." That got a small smile out of Duo and an embarrassed blush. "Yeah, you're right Wu-man. Don't worry about it." But I wanna spend Christmas with you both, not to mention Quatre and Trowa.. he thought.
A little later, Quatre and Trowa wandered in from their respective bedrooms to scrape together their own breakfast and shoot the breeze. Poor Quatre looked like he'd pulled another all-nighter again. Poor guy. He needs a better hobby, instead of looking like a member of the undead paper- filer's association Duo thought with a chuckle. Wufei looked at him like perhaps he'd lost it, but Duo just shrugged and smiled. "Must be the caffeine kicking in!" he said as Wufei rolled his eyes, muttering something about braided bakas making strange bedfellows.
"So, where's Heero?" Quatre asked, clearing his throat and pushing away his omelet plate to change the subject. Looking up, he noticed the incredulous looks of the pair staring back at him from across the table and sweatdropped. "D - did I say something wrong?"
"Whadda you mean 'Where's Heero?' Isn't he still out cold on the couch?" Duo asked, puzzled. Quatre warily shook his head no. "W - where the hell did he go then?!"
"I'm really sorry Duo but I don't know. There wasn't a note that I could see. Perhaps he had a solo mission at the last minute?" Quatre offered. Boy, he looks frazzled today. Normally he's so cheerful.. he thought.
"That jerk!" Duo growled with a twitchy brow. He got unsteadily to his feet, almost falling in Wufei's lap and hobbled into the living room. "If he comes back alive, Shinigami's gonna deck his halls!" The other three pilots just exchanged confused looks as if to say, 'Whatever *that* meant..'
Duo spent most of the day playing his video game on the couch, a little lonely but trying not to show it. "Hey, what do I care if he leaves for a bit, ne? I'm not bothered by it," he'd said when Quatre had offered to try and find out what was going on. After watching his pj'd form stretched out on the blankets, unusually quiet for a typical Duo gaming session, Wufei'd had enough. This is *not* like him. Damn Yuy! He'd better have a good explanation or *I* will deliver justice on him first!)
He hung out with Duo while Quatre and Trowa were double-checking their defenses, consistently beating him at his own game until Duo declared himself through. Then the pair watched an old movie from the house's tape collection, noshing the popcorn Quatre had been kind enough to make. Eventually, Duo fell asleep with his head in Wufei's lap, causing the normally solitary one to roll his dark eyes. He absently played with Duo's braid, having brushed the long, shimmery hair earlier before re-braiding it as they'd watched the movie.
He started to nod off himself but was jerked awake by the sound of the front door being unlocked. Wufei tensed; ready to move quickly to intercept if he had to, then relaxed as he noticed who it was, unable to fully keep the disappointment from his face.
Heero came inside, a gust of icy wind following him as he closed the door behind him, causing Duo to shiver in his sleep and snuggle closer to Wufei. Heero was jostling a few cumbersome bags and started to cross the room but stopped to assess the cozy scene on 'his' couch. He gave his customary glare at Wufei, who gave a smirk back. Heero's only reply was "Hn," as he continued on to the kitchen.
Wufei suspiciously turned his head to glance at the kitchen but didn't move to investigate, lest he wake up Duo. There were sounds of rustling and clinking going one. What's he playing at? Wufei thought. After a time, Heero silently came out and went down the hall to Quatre's room and retrieved the puzzled little blonde Arabian, who shrugged at Wufei and followed Heero into the kitchen. Curiouser and curiouserMore odd noises were heard again and Wufei prided himself on being a warrior of self- control, but this was *really* eating at even his well-trained patience.
Eventually, the odd pair came into the living room carrying a few things. Wide-eyed, Wufei opened his mouth to ask 'What the hell?' but stopped when Quatre gave him a wink and put a finger to his lips with a smile. Wufei nodded and stayed silent and watchful as they set their items and burdens up. When all was ready, Heero came over to the couch, gave Wufei a warning glare and knelt by Duo's head. He brushed at chestnut bangs and gave Duo a surprisingly gentle kiss to wake him.
"W - wha? Bedtime already?" Duo mumbled sleepily as he opened his eyes to see a pair of cobalt blue ones staring impassively at him. At first he smiled widely, but then remembered he was mad at him and the smile fell. "Oh. It's you," he said with a little half-hearted glare of his own. He sat up; wincing a bit when he whacked his bound ankle against the coffee table, then stared around, mouth opened in awe. "Whoa.. Where'd all this come from?"
There was a small Christmas tree by the door and Heero turned to nod at Quatre who plugged a cord in to light it up. There were also a couple other strings of blue and white lights draped over pushpins around the door and a few yards of silver and blue garland around the tree and taped up on the wall in tandem with the lights. There were even a few ornaments and a little angel (with a tiny scythe) on the tree. Duo smiled as he took it all in.
"Heero set this all up Duo. But I helped a little," Quatre said, taking a seat in the armchair nearby.
"Really? You guys did this? But why?" Duo asked with a laugh. Heero gave a small smile as he went to the tree to retrieve four brightly wrapped packages. He presented one to Quatre, set one on the coffee table, stating it was for Trowa, then parked it on the couch between his two boyfriends. Wufei grumbled a bit but shut it when Heero shoved a package into his hands and gave the last one to Duo.
"Because I acted.. Like an ass and I remembered how much you missed this holiday crap," Heero stated levelly. "You can open them now if you want."
Wufei held his up to his ear as he asked, "Why did you get me one Yuy? Is it on a timer? Will it self destruct like you?" Heero gave him a look that said, 'You're far too over-reactive.' "Just open it Chang," he said. The three pilots ripped into their gifts, Duo laughing happily and hugging the tensed Heero for his new black suede leather jacket. Quatre thanked him for the new sheet music for his violin and Wufei raised a brow, yet thanked him as he held up his new black silk pajamas with silver Chinese dragons on them. The statue has good tastehe thought.
Quatre said his good nights and left the trio to their privacy. "G'night, Quat! Thanks for helping with the goodies!" Duo called, giggling at the retreating pilot of Sandrock, who just shook his head. "You're welcome Duo! Enjoy!" he called. I have such strange, wonderful friendshe thought with a fond smile as he went to his room.
The trio had hot cocoa and cuddled on the couch, a temporary truce between the competing Wufei and Heero as they all watched the lights for a while, then Duo grinned impishly at his partners. "Hey Wuffie, wanna try on your new jammies?" Wufei glanced at him and Heero; *both* were wearing slightly hopeful looks. Duo I can understand.. But Yuy? Now that's just odd.. he thought. But then he snorted and rolled his eyes, smiling slyly. "Why not? I guess it's the gift that keep on giving!"
*OWARI*
Well, hope you enjoyed this out of character little fic so far. I might do more chapters to this and they might not all be so connected, plot wise I mean, but they'll *all* star my favorite pilot triangle! ^_^