Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing or it's characters. I'm only 15 and
have 5 dollars to my name so please don't sue me.
3*4, 1*2(later), 5*13(mentioned)
// blah blah // =thoughts
blah blah=voice in Duo's head
***=scene change
Fortune Love Part 1 The Fortunes
"I don't know how you ever talked me into this, baka," said Heero in his monotone, "But I don't like this."
"Come on, Heero," said Duo who was pulling on his arm to enter the building ," This will be so much fun."
The pilots had been bored this morning and while Duo was reading the comics he had spotted an ad about a fortune teller who told people's love fortunes. Thinking this would be a great way to see how Heero felt about him, he told Quatre and Trowa about it, and with their help they convinced Heero and Wufei.
"Maxwell, I highly think that we don't need som wacked onna with some stupid cards to tell us how our lives will turn out."
"Come on, Wufei," said Quatre taking a sit beside Trowa, " this could be interesting ."
Just then, Madame Tabitha, the frotune teller, walked in and took a seat.
"I assure you that this is no game," pulling out some cards she said, "and my cards aren't stupid. Okay now, who'll be first?"
"I'll go first," said Duo, "What do I have to do?"
Madame Tabitha spread the cards out infront of her and asked Duo to remove six and hand them to her. Duo did as he was told and Madame Tabitha placed them in a cross-like form.
"I see here," Madame said pointing to the middle of the cross, "that you are confused and scared."
"Scared? Scared of what?" asked Duo.
"Your past. In your past, it has seemed to you that everyone you care about and love dies. Is this true?"
"Ah, yeah," replied Duo in atonishment. He had never told anyone about his past.
"Mr. Maxwell, don't fear your past. The one you shall love is strong and if you push away your past, your future looks happy with the one you love."
"..." questioned Trowa.
"Whoa, this is freaky. Hey Tro-man, you really think so? I mean, if you think about it. No, I guess not anyway, she's right, about my past, that is. Not about what you mean. I've been trying to run from it but since my future looks bright, I'm going to stand up to it."
"Good for you, Mr. Maxwell," Madame said shuffling the cards again, while giving Duo sort of a weird look, "now who's next?"
* * *
"I see that you are quite content with the way things are going," said Madame Tabitha looking at Trowa for some reaction. Trowa just remained silent and straight-faced as usaual.
"Your recent past shows great happiness. A romanced had blossomed with a blond resembling the number four."
Madame Tabitha once again paused to look at the silent pilot. But her prediction was not confirmed by him, but by the young blond boy's tinted pink face. The face of the one who sat next to him.
//Perhaps my suspections about those two was right,// Madame thought, //The blond from the cards must be talking about this young man.//
Clearing her throat, Madame Tabitha turned back to the cards.
"The future looks promising. This April, the fourth to be exact, a great surprise is instore. In fact, you and your partner will love each other even further than death will do you part."
"Hey Tro-man, are you and Quatre getting married or something?" asked Duo.
"Baka, that's none of your business," replied Heero.
"No, Duo, Trowa and I aren't getting married," said Quatre.
"That's too bad, but hey you never know," Duo said, "maybe that's what your future holds."
"That's okay, Duo. I don't want to know what my future holds. Beside, I think that Trowa's answered enough questions."
"Okay then," Duo trailed off looking for the next victim, " Wufei it's your turn."
"Maxwell, this is pointless."
"Just do it."
* * *
"I see lonelinss," began Madame Tabitha, "love has not gone great for you latly and it drives you to hide."
"Stupid onna," Wufei mumbled, "she doesn't know anything about how things have been for me."
Pretending like she didn't hear that remark, Madame Tabitha continued. "In the past, I see a love never meant to be. In fact it was arranged by those playing God. The love wasn't meant to last and so died."
"Wow! How heart breaking," cried the blond pilot.
"But there still is hope. I see in your future a brunette resembling thirteen. I see happiness with this person if you stop hiding from your emotions and you trust in your heart."
"Hey Tro-man, that whole thing about the person, well it sounded a lot like yours."
"What are you implying, Duo?" Trowa asked speaking for the first time since they got there.
"Well the number meant Quatre, right?"
"Yeah."
"But what does Quatre have to do with four?"
"Duo, do you know any french?"
"I know how to count to ten."
"Count to ten then."
"Okay," said Duo even more confused now, "Un," said Duo putting up a finger for each number, "Deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix." Duo counted proudly.
"Now what?" asked Duo.
"Baka, quatre is four in french," replied a quite pissed Heero.
"Really?"
"Yes, you said it yourself."
"Cool. Okay so what's thirteen in french then."
"Trieze," replied Trowa.
"Wu-man and Trieze!" exclamed Duo.
"You've got to be kidding. I'm not gay. I was married before but it was to a female."
"Wu-man, the keyword here is WAS," pointed out Duo.
"This is injustice and I won't stand for it."
"Wufei just shut up and let Heero take his turn."
* * *
"I see temptation," started Madame Tabitha, "the temptation is quite great and by not fulfilling it, it has driven you to misguidence."
Madame Tabitha looked up to see any reaction at all. This reading was looking good so far and Tabitha herself wanted to hear more. //Another stiff. What is with all these people? One is cheerful, one is an obnoxius jerk, one is a loud mouth, and two are silent, no emotional stiffs.//
"In your past, terrible things happened and you were forced to block off all emotions." //This guy is quite mysterious. Maybe because of his sad past is why he's doesn't express anything.// "The future is complecated."
"What do you mean by complecated?"
"You have a choice, Mr. Yuy. If you continue to ignore your emotions, you will never know the meaning of love. But if you give into temptation, a love will blossom in death's lair."
"Huh? What's that suppost to mean?" asked Duo and Quatre.
But before anyone could answer, Heero replied, "It doesn't matter. Emotions just lead to disaster." With that said, Heero got up from his seat and left the room.
"Excuse my friend's rudeness," said Quatre standing up.
"That's alright. Now will that be cash or charge?"
After the pilots had left, Tabitha bent down and picked up the card that Heero had brushed off when he left.
"The death card? What's that suppose to mean?"
Then she packed up her cards and went to her study to do some research.
* * *
Back at the safehouse, Heero immedantly went to his laptop, in the living room, to check for missions.
"Well that was a waste of vaulable time," pointed out Wufei.
"I found it quite interesting. Don't you think, Trowa?" asked Quatre turning to his green-eyed lover.
But Trowa wasn't paying attention. He was watching a not so cheerful Duo retreat to the room he and Heero shared.
"Trowa, what is it?" asked a concered Quatre.
"I'm not sure, but I'm going to find out. Excuse me for a bit."
"Yeah, sure," Quatre said to his retreating lover. //I just hope everything's okay.//
* * *
Upstairs, in Duo's and Heero's room, Duo was feeling quite down. He was sitting on Heero's bed, even though he knew he might be caught but he didn't care anymore. This had soon become a ritual when Duo realized he first loved Heero. He somehow felt closer to Heero right now. Then something happened which hasn't happened since Duo was quite young. Duo cried.
"How stupid could I possible get?" cried Duo, "It's useless. What gave me the slightest idea that Mr. Perfect Soldier had an feelings for me?"
"You arent' stupid. And Heero never said he didn't have feelings for you. Besides you never know what might happen. Don't give up on him yet."
"Why bother?" said Duo, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself? Has my obession over Heero lead me over the edge?"
"No, your're not crazy. Everyone talks to themselves."
"You're saying that even Heero talks to... Never mind, why do I care what he does or doesn't do?"
"Because you love him."
"Okay, whatever, this conversation is over."
Just then there was a knock on the door. Following it was, "Hey Duo, it's Trowa, can I come in?"
//Just what I need right now.// Duo quickly rushed to the bathroom connected to the bedroom and washed his face.
Going back into the bedroom Duo called out, "Sure come on in." Trowa walked in and closed the door behind him. He figured Duo would appricate it considering the topic they were about to endure. Sitting down on a bed, which just happens to be Duo's, he spoke.
"Duo, can we talk?"
Duo had a shocked look on his face. He finally managed to choke out, "You want to talk? I think I might have a heart attack because Trowa Barton of all people wants to talk."
"Duo, would you sit down."
Duo sat down on Heero's bed so that he was across from Trowa.
//I wonder what's so important that Trowa has to speak to me.// "So what do you want to talk about?"
"The fortune teller," Trowa began but was cut off by Duo saying, "Okay, I admit it was a stupid idea and a waste of time."
"That's not what I meant."
Just then Duo got up off the bed. "Trowa, I'm going to take a shower. If this is really important, I'll leave the door open a bit and you can talk to me. No pecking though, I don't think Quatre'll like that," Duo jokenly said.
"I believe this is important."
"Very well, wait here," replied Duo as he went into the bathroom and leavign the door slightly ajar. Quickly stripping his clothes, Duo hopped into the shower and turned on the water. This gave Trowa a sign saying all was clear.
"Duo, what's with the act?"
"What are you talking about?"
"This happy act you are putting on. What's with it?"
Just then the water was turned off and Trowa moved back to sitting on Duo's bed. Duo then walked out of the bathroom, a pile of clothes in his arms, and a towel wrapped around his waist. He added the clothes to the growing pile in the corner and grabbed some clean ones from somewhere by his bed.
"What happy act you say. The act you've been putting on since Heero's fortune. Something he said made you upset."
"Why do you say that?"
"Wufei made a comment about you and you didn't defend yourself."
Not being able to take this anymore, Duo replied, "When did you get so damn observent?"
Trowa just shrugged his shoulders. "So will you tell me what's going on?"
"Sure, why the hell not?" Duo said throwing his hands in the air. "The truth is I envy what you and Quatre have."
"Does this have anything to do with Heero?"
"What ever gave you that idea?"
"Duo."
"Alright, alright, it does so what?"
"Tell him."
"Nani? No way, no way in hell."
"Why not?"
"You heard what Heero said about feelings being a distraction. I might lose my friendship with him."
"Duo, Heero hasn't acted any less towards Quatre and myself since we got together," Trowa said getting up from the bed and moving to the door.
//Yeah, easy for you to say. It's not Heero you're in love with.//
"Just think about what I said, okay." Then he was gone.
As soon as Trowa was gone, Duo was comfronted by another voice.
"He's right, you know."
"No, not this again. When will you leave me alone?"
"When you tell Heero that you love him and that you have for a long time."
"If that is all I have to do to get you off my case, sure, I'll gladly do it."
There was no reply from the voice. This eased Duo until his thoughts had gathered. //What have I done?//
* * *
Downstairs, Trowa decided to seek out Heero and get some information from him. He figured that Heero wasn't telling the whole truth and that something was on his mind. But before Trowa had the chance to make it to the living room, he was pulled into the kitchen by his blond haired lover.
"Trowa, what's going on?"
"Duo's having a few emotional problems. I was about to talk to Heero."
"Do you think this could effect the mission?"
"I don't know. I'll tell you more when I can," Trowa said. Then he kissed Quatre softly and went to the living room. Heero was at the laptop and once he noticed someone's presence he turned to see who it was, also drawing his gun.
"Trowa," he said lowering his gun, "is there something I can help you with?"
"We need to talk."
"I'm busy," Heero said turning back to his laptop. "You know, ever since you've been going out with Quatre, you've become very talkative, just like that baka, Duo. Speaking of Duo, why don't you go talk to him?" "Actually this is about Duo."
Turning quickly around in his chair, Heero questioned, "Is something wrong with him?" Trowa heard concern in his voice.
"Yeah, something seems to be eating away at him."
"Why would you say that?" asked Heero crossing his arms over his chest.
"Duo hasn't been around so I went to see if he was alright. But he won't talk to me."
"What are you implying, Trowa?"
"Talk to him. Maybe he'll open up to you."
"Not now," Heero said turning around once more.
"Heero, I was wondering about your tarot reading. Do you have any idea what it meant?"
"Hai," Heero replied quitely.
"Care to share?"
There was no reply from Heero. "Are you finished?"
"Will you talk to Duo now?"
"You're not going to give up are you?"
"Not a chance."
"Well, his behavior could be a problem with the missions if he's not talking to anyone. Very well, I'll talk to him."
Heero got up and walked to the stairs. He turned and gave Trowa a death glare for talking him into this. Then he went upstairs. Quatre, who had been waiting in the kitchen, came out and sat by Trowa.
"What's with that satisfied face of yours?"
"I have a hunch that everything's going to work out."
* * *
Upstairs, after mentally kicking himself, Duo grabbed his brush and sat on his bed. //Now for the worst part about long hair, brushing it// he thought as he started to brush his hair. Running in to a rat's nest of tangles, Duo yelled, "Stupid god damn tangles," and threw the brush towards the door. The brush hit Heero, who had just entered the room, and dropped to the ground.
Picking up the brush, Heero said, "What are you doing?"
"Um, brushing my hair," said a stunned Duo. "What are you doing up here anyways? I thought for sure you'd be on your laptop."
"Trowa said you were having problems."
//Trowa that no good rat. Makes me promise to tell Heero then sends him up here so I have no choice.//
Duo was so deep in thought, that he hadn't noticed Heero leave the door and sit behind him till he felt a slight tug on his hair. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting rid of one problem so we can work on the other. Trowa said you were upset and wouldn't talk to him."
"What makes you think I'll talk to you?"
"Duo, you baka, you're talking to me right now."
"Why do you even care? Do you think I could endanger the mission?"
//Duo's hair is so soft. It's everything I dreamed it would feel like. Stop thinking like this, Heero. Duo just said something.// "Hn," Heero replied.
This was the wrong answer, for Duo jumped off the bed, turned around, and started yelling. "I should have guessed. Don't you even care? Have you no feelings? Do you not understand that I love you?" //Oh no. What did I say that for// thought Duo putting a hand over his mouth and moving to leave. Heero was to quick for him and grabbed his arm. Not being able to face him, he lowered his head. Gaining up the courage he could, he shut his eyes and awaited the slap or punch. When it didn't come, Duo opened his eyes. What he saw shocked him. There was no anger in Heero's eyes but maybe joy or is it happiness. Could it even be love?
"Duo, I'm sorry about what I said at the fortune teller's. I knew what the cards meant and I didn't want anyone to know I had feeling for you."
"Not even me?"
"Duo, I don't understand these feelings and it bothers me. I don't know about love or how to love anyone."
"I'll just have to teach you then," said Duo with a wide grin.
"You can?"
Duo nodded. "Lesson one," he said tilting his head and bringing Heero's closer. Smiling Duo savored their first kiss and the beginning of hopefully a beautiful relationship.
End of part 1
TBC
3*4, 1*2(later), 5*13(mentioned)
// blah blah // =thoughts
blah blah=voice in Duo's head
***=scene change
Fortune Love Part 1 The Fortunes
"I don't know how you ever talked me into this, baka," said Heero in his monotone, "But I don't like this."
"Come on, Heero," said Duo who was pulling on his arm to enter the building ," This will be so much fun."
The pilots had been bored this morning and while Duo was reading the comics he had spotted an ad about a fortune teller who told people's love fortunes. Thinking this would be a great way to see how Heero felt about him, he told Quatre and Trowa about it, and with their help they convinced Heero and Wufei.
"Maxwell, I highly think that we don't need som wacked onna with some stupid cards to tell us how our lives will turn out."
"Come on, Wufei," said Quatre taking a sit beside Trowa, " this could be interesting ."
Just then, Madame Tabitha, the frotune teller, walked in and took a seat.
"I assure you that this is no game," pulling out some cards she said, "and my cards aren't stupid. Okay now, who'll be first?"
"I'll go first," said Duo, "What do I have to do?"
Madame Tabitha spread the cards out infront of her and asked Duo to remove six and hand them to her. Duo did as he was told and Madame Tabitha placed them in a cross-like form.
"I see here," Madame said pointing to the middle of the cross, "that you are confused and scared."
"Scared? Scared of what?" asked Duo.
"Your past. In your past, it has seemed to you that everyone you care about and love dies. Is this true?"
"Ah, yeah," replied Duo in atonishment. He had never told anyone about his past.
"Mr. Maxwell, don't fear your past. The one you shall love is strong and if you push away your past, your future looks happy with the one you love."
"..." questioned Trowa.
"Whoa, this is freaky. Hey Tro-man, you really think so? I mean, if you think about it. No, I guess not anyway, she's right, about my past, that is. Not about what you mean. I've been trying to run from it but since my future looks bright, I'm going to stand up to it."
"Good for you, Mr. Maxwell," Madame said shuffling the cards again, while giving Duo sort of a weird look, "now who's next?"
* * *
"I see that you are quite content with the way things are going," said Madame Tabitha looking at Trowa for some reaction. Trowa just remained silent and straight-faced as usaual.
"Your recent past shows great happiness. A romanced had blossomed with a blond resembling the number four."
Madame Tabitha once again paused to look at the silent pilot. But her prediction was not confirmed by him, but by the young blond boy's tinted pink face. The face of the one who sat next to him.
//Perhaps my suspections about those two was right,// Madame thought, //The blond from the cards must be talking about this young man.//
Clearing her throat, Madame Tabitha turned back to the cards.
"The future looks promising. This April, the fourth to be exact, a great surprise is instore. In fact, you and your partner will love each other even further than death will do you part."
"Hey Tro-man, are you and Quatre getting married or something?" asked Duo.
"Baka, that's none of your business," replied Heero.
"No, Duo, Trowa and I aren't getting married," said Quatre.
"That's too bad, but hey you never know," Duo said, "maybe that's what your future holds."
"That's okay, Duo. I don't want to know what my future holds. Beside, I think that Trowa's answered enough questions."
"Okay then," Duo trailed off looking for the next victim, " Wufei it's your turn."
"Maxwell, this is pointless."
"Just do it."
* * *
"I see lonelinss," began Madame Tabitha, "love has not gone great for you latly and it drives you to hide."
"Stupid onna," Wufei mumbled, "she doesn't know anything about how things have been for me."
Pretending like she didn't hear that remark, Madame Tabitha continued. "In the past, I see a love never meant to be. In fact it was arranged by those playing God. The love wasn't meant to last and so died."
"Wow! How heart breaking," cried the blond pilot.
"But there still is hope. I see in your future a brunette resembling thirteen. I see happiness with this person if you stop hiding from your emotions and you trust in your heart."
"Hey Tro-man, that whole thing about the person, well it sounded a lot like yours."
"What are you implying, Duo?" Trowa asked speaking for the first time since they got there.
"Well the number meant Quatre, right?"
"Yeah."
"But what does Quatre have to do with four?"
"Duo, do you know any french?"
"I know how to count to ten."
"Count to ten then."
"Okay," said Duo even more confused now, "Un," said Duo putting up a finger for each number, "Deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix." Duo counted proudly.
"Now what?" asked Duo.
"Baka, quatre is four in french," replied a quite pissed Heero.
"Really?"
"Yes, you said it yourself."
"Cool. Okay so what's thirteen in french then."
"Trieze," replied Trowa.
"Wu-man and Trieze!" exclamed Duo.
"You've got to be kidding. I'm not gay. I was married before but it was to a female."
"Wu-man, the keyword here is WAS," pointed out Duo.
"This is injustice and I won't stand for it."
"Wufei just shut up and let Heero take his turn."
* * *
"I see temptation," started Madame Tabitha, "the temptation is quite great and by not fulfilling it, it has driven you to misguidence."
Madame Tabitha looked up to see any reaction at all. This reading was looking good so far and Tabitha herself wanted to hear more. //Another stiff. What is with all these people? One is cheerful, one is an obnoxius jerk, one is a loud mouth, and two are silent, no emotional stiffs.//
"In your past, terrible things happened and you were forced to block off all emotions." //This guy is quite mysterious. Maybe because of his sad past is why he's doesn't express anything.// "The future is complecated."
"What do you mean by complecated?"
"You have a choice, Mr. Yuy. If you continue to ignore your emotions, you will never know the meaning of love. But if you give into temptation, a love will blossom in death's lair."
"Huh? What's that suppost to mean?" asked Duo and Quatre.
But before anyone could answer, Heero replied, "It doesn't matter. Emotions just lead to disaster." With that said, Heero got up from his seat and left the room.
"Excuse my friend's rudeness," said Quatre standing up.
"That's alright. Now will that be cash or charge?"
After the pilots had left, Tabitha bent down and picked up the card that Heero had brushed off when he left.
"The death card? What's that suppose to mean?"
Then she packed up her cards and went to her study to do some research.
* * *
Back at the safehouse, Heero immedantly went to his laptop, in the living room, to check for missions.
"Well that was a waste of vaulable time," pointed out Wufei.
"I found it quite interesting. Don't you think, Trowa?" asked Quatre turning to his green-eyed lover.
But Trowa wasn't paying attention. He was watching a not so cheerful Duo retreat to the room he and Heero shared.
"Trowa, what is it?" asked a concered Quatre.
"I'm not sure, but I'm going to find out. Excuse me for a bit."
"Yeah, sure," Quatre said to his retreating lover. //I just hope everything's okay.//
* * *
Upstairs, in Duo's and Heero's room, Duo was feeling quite down. He was sitting on Heero's bed, even though he knew he might be caught but he didn't care anymore. This had soon become a ritual when Duo realized he first loved Heero. He somehow felt closer to Heero right now. Then something happened which hasn't happened since Duo was quite young. Duo cried.
"How stupid could I possible get?" cried Duo, "It's useless. What gave me the slightest idea that Mr. Perfect Soldier had an feelings for me?"
"You arent' stupid. And Heero never said he didn't have feelings for you. Besides you never know what might happen. Don't give up on him yet."
"Why bother?" said Duo, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself? Has my obession over Heero lead me over the edge?"
"No, your're not crazy. Everyone talks to themselves."
"You're saying that even Heero talks to... Never mind, why do I care what he does or doesn't do?"
"Because you love him."
"Okay, whatever, this conversation is over."
Just then there was a knock on the door. Following it was, "Hey Duo, it's Trowa, can I come in?"
//Just what I need right now.// Duo quickly rushed to the bathroom connected to the bedroom and washed his face.
Going back into the bedroom Duo called out, "Sure come on in." Trowa walked in and closed the door behind him. He figured Duo would appricate it considering the topic they were about to endure. Sitting down on a bed, which just happens to be Duo's, he spoke.
"Duo, can we talk?"
Duo had a shocked look on his face. He finally managed to choke out, "You want to talk? I think I might have a heart attack because Trowa Barton of all people wants to talk."
"Duo, would you sit down."
Duo sat down on Heero's bed so that he was across from Trowa.
//I wonder what's so important that Trowa has to speak to me.// "So what do you want to talk about?"
"The fortune teller," Trowa began but was cut off by Duo saying, "Okay, I admit it was a stupid idea and a waste of time."
"That's not what I meant."
Just then Duo got up off the bed. "Trowa, I'm going to take a shower. If this is really important, I'll leave the door open a bit and you can talk to me. No pecking though, I don't think Quatre'll like that," Duo jokenly said.
"I believe this is important."
"Very well, wait here," replied Duo as he went into the bathroom and leavign the door slightly ajar. Quickly stripping his clothes, Duo hopped into the shower and turned on the water. This gave Trowa a sign saying all was clear.
"Duo, what's with the act?"
"What are you talking about?"
"This happy act you are putting on. What's with it?"
Just then the water was turned off and Trowa moved back to sitting on Duo's bed. Duo then walked out of the bathroom, a pile of clothes in his arms, and a towel wrapped around his waist. He added the clothes to the growing pile in the corner and grabbed some clean ones from somewhere by his bed.
"What happy act you say. The act you've been putting on since Heero's fortune. Something he said made you upset."
"Why do you say that?"
"Wufei made a comment about you and you didn't defend yourself."
Not being able to take this anymore, Duo replied, "When did you get so damn observent?"
Trowa just shrugged his shoulders. "So will you tell me what's going on?"
"Sure, why the hell not?" Duo said throwing his hands in the air. "The truth is I envy what you and Quatre have."
"Does this have anything to do with Heero?"
"What ever gave you that idea?"
"Duo."
"Alright, alright, it does so what?"
"Tell him."
"Nani? No way, no way in hell."
"Why not?"
"You heard what Heero said about feelings being a distraction. I might lose my friendship with him."
"Duo, Heero hasn't acted any less towards Quatre and myself since we got together," Trowa said getting up from the bed and moving to the door.
//Yeah, easy for you to say. It's not Heero you're in love with.//
"Just think about what I said, okay." Then he was gone.
As soon as Trowa was gone, Duo was comfronted by another voice.
"He's right, you know."
"No, not this again. When will you leave me alone?"
"When you tell Heero that you love him and that you have for a long time."
"If that is all I have to do to get you off my case, sure, I'll gladly do it."
There was no reply from the voice. This eased Duo until his thoughts had gathered. //What have I done?//
* * *
Downstairs, Trowa decided to seek out Heero and get some information from him. He figured that Heero wasn't telling the whole truth and that something was on his mind. But before Trowa had the chance to make it to the living room, he was pulled into the kitchen by his blond haired lover.
"Trowa, what's going on?"
"Duo's having a few emotional problems. I was about to talk to Heero."
"Do you think this could effect the mission?"
"I don't know. I'll tell you more when I can," Trowa said. Then he kissed Quatre softly and went to the living room. Heero was at the laptop and once he noticed someone's presence he turned to see who it was, also drawing his gun.
"Trowa," he said lowering his gun, "is there something I can help you with?"
"We need to talk."
"I'm busy," Heero said turning back to his laptop. "You know, ever since you've been going out with Quatre, you've become very talkative, just like that baka, Duo. Speaking of Duo, why don't you go talk to him?" "Actually this is about Duo."
Turning quickly around in his chair, Heero questioned, "Is something wrong with him?" Trowa heard concern in his voice.
"Yeah, something seems to be eating away at him."
"Why would you say that?" asked Heero crossing his arms over his chest.
"Duo hasn't been around so I went to see if he was alright. But he won't talk to me."
"What are you implying, Trowa?"
"Talk to him. Maybe he'll open up to you."
"Not now," Heero said turning around once more.
"Heero, I was wondering about your tarot reading. Do you have any idea what it meant?"
"Hai," Heero replied quitely.
"Care to share?"
There was no reply from Heero. "Are you finished?"
"Will you talk to Duo now?"
"You're not going to give up are you?"
"Not a chance."
"Well, his behavior could be a problem with the missions if he's not talking to anyone. Very well, I'll talk to him."
Heero got up and walked to the stairs. He turned and gave Trowa a death glare for talking him into this. Then he went upstairs. Quatre, who had been waiting in the kitchen, came out and sat by Trowa.
"What's with that satisfied face of yours?"
"I have a hunch that everything's going to work out."
* * *
Upstairs, after mentally kicking himself, Duo grabbed his brush and sat on his bed. //Now for the worst part about long hair, brushing it// he thought as he started to brush his hair. Running in to a rat's nest of tangles, Duo yelled, "Stupid god damn tangles," and threw the brush towards the door. The brush hit Heero, who had just entered the room, and dropped to the ground.
Picking up the brush, Heero said, "What are you doing?"
"Um, brushing my hair," said a stunned Duo. "What are you doing up here anyways? I thought for sure you'd be on your laptop."
"Trowa said you were having problems."
//Trowa that no good rat. Makes me promise to tell Heero then sends him up here so I have no choice.//
Duo was so deep in thought, that he hadn't noticed Heero leave the door and sit behind him till he felt a slight tug on his hair. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting rid of one problem so we can work on the other. Trowa said you were upset and wouldn't talk to him."
"What makes you think I'll talk to you?"
"Duo, you baka, you're talking to me right now."
"Why do you even care? Do you think I could endanger the mission?"
//Duo's hair is so soft. It's everything I dreamed it would feel like. Stop thinking like this, Heero. Duo just said something.// "Hn," Heero replied.
This was the wrong answer, for Duo jumped off the bed, turned around, and started yelling. "I should have guessed. Don't you even care? Have you no feelings? Do you not understand that I love you?" //Oh no. What did I say that for// thought Duo putting a hand over his mouth and moving to leave. Heero was to quick for him and grabbed his arm. Not being able to face him, he lowered his head. Gaining up the courage he could, he shut his eyes and awaited the slap or punch. When it didn't come, Duo opened his eyes. What he saw shocked him. There was no anger in Heero's eyes but maybe joy or is it happiness. Could it even be love?
"Duo, I'm sorry about what I said at the fortune teller's. I knew what the cards meant and I didn't want anyone to know I had feeling for you."
"Not even me?"
"Duo, I don't understand these feelings and it bothers me. I don't know about love or how to love anyone."
"I'll just have to teach you then," said Duo with a wide grin.
"You can?"
Duo nodded. "Lesson one," he said tilting his head and bringing Heero's closer. Smiling Duo savored their first kiss and the beginning of hopefully a beautiful relationship.
End of part 1
TBC