A/N: Blah, blah, GW ain't mine, shounen ai, 1+2, 3+4, implied ?+5 (to all those who asked if it was Treize or Zechs: maybe, maybe not. Wait and see), thanks to all those lovely lovely people who reviewed, please keep reviewing. I wuv you all (it's the espresso talking, honest). Duo POV.
Checkmate
Chapter 6: Blather
"Just what the hell did you think you were doing?" Heero yelled after dragging me upstairs.
"Talking. Duh."
"About *that*? You know that wasn't what he meant..."
"It wasn't?" I was genuinely surprised. "But I thought..."
"You really thought he meant *that*? Yeah, right. Sure."
"Heero, I mean it!" That sounded a bit too pleading for my liking. "I never lie, OK? I run, I hide, I don't lie. It's like distinguishing markings, or whatever. You know, like knowing what animals are because of their colour or something."
"So the distinguishing feature of Duo Maxwell is that he never lies?"
"Yeah, that and the fact that I have a huge-ass braid down to my waist. And purple eyes. And I always wear black and I have a Gundam called Deathscythe and I call myself Shinigami and I hang out with a rich-but-slightly-wimpy blond, a clown with wicked cool hair, a Chinese dude with no sense of humour and a painfully tight ponytail, and a spandex-wearing terrorist with suicidal tendencies but great taste in guys..."
"Duo."
"Uh-huh?"
"You're babbling. Shut up."
"Well, I *thought* he meant..."
"OK. You thought he meant what you thought he meant. Point taken. Shut up now."
I was silent for about three seconds. Then: "I didn't know it was possible to *get* avocado and banana ice cream."
Heero shrugged. "Well, now you know."
"So what *did* he mean then?" I know, I know, I sounded obssessed. So shoot me. Heero's always threatening to.
"It's possible to get distracted by someone without actual physical contact."
"Oh, like when you see someone you like and you can't stop looking at them because they're so damn hot and you can't actually concentrate on anything else and you suddenly get all clumsy but it doesn't matter because by then you're in a gibbering heap on the floor anyway and then they turn round and you feel like a stalker?"
"Uh, yeah."
Maybe I should have paused for breath somewhere in that. "Oh, right. Now I know what you mean. Well, why didn't you just *say* that?"
"I don't have the lung capacity."
"Oh." Another pause. "...Hey!"
He smirked. "Well done."
I tried an imitation of the Yuy Death Glare, but it came out looking more 'PMS puppy' than 'Omae o korosu'. "Huh. Just because I don't think 'hn' counts as a meaningful paragraph."
"Just because I can't talk nonstop without a breath for ten minutes."
"Just because you don't think that's something to be proud of."
"Just because you *do*."
"Just because you have no sense of humour."
"Just because I can play chess."
"Oh, you had to bring that up. Just because... uh... just because I'm prettier than you."
"Yep."
"Hey, that's not..." I stopped, mainly because if I didn't then I'd probably bite his tongue off. And that kind of thing can destroy a relationship.
I kind of stopped thinking coherently around that point (easy enough with Heero's tongue down my throat), so the next thing I remember clearly is someone knocking at the door.
"Hey, are you guys in there? Heero, you haven't shot Duo have you?" Great, thanks, Quat. Every single time I'm alone with Heero someone has to mess it up. Anyone would think it was a conspiracy.
"Mmf ygnn hm..." Damn! I disentangled myself from Heero and tried again. "Uh, no, we're fine."
"Are you sure?" Damn him, damn all those people who care enough to worry.
"Yeah, honest. Would I lie to you?"
"OK, OK. Well, I just thought I'd tell you Trowa's found some more ice cream from somewhere -" Hell, I thought, there goes tonight's midnight feast - "And it's cookies and cream. Your favourite."
I KNOW it's cookies and cream, you blond fool, I bought it. "Uh... OK. We'll be there in a second."
"Hurry, then, or there won't be any left. You aren't the only one who likes the stuff, you know."
"All right, all right." I grumbled, turning to Heero. "Sorry 'bout this."
"No problem, I know how you get about ice cream. You owe me, that's all."
I snickered. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." He pulled me into his arms for another kiss. Just as I was starting to think that maybe ice cream didn't matter all that much (Heero tastes better anyway), the door slammed open and Wufei rushed in.
"Any time *today*, Maxwe-" He stopped, and I swear I heard his jaw hit the floor. "...urk..."
You know, I think I hate Wufei.
~TBC
A/N: Is 'disentangled' actually a word?? Answers on a postcard to the usual address, please.
Checkmate
Chapter 6: Blather
"Just what the hell did you think you were doing?" Heero yelled after dragging me upstairs.
"Talking. Duh."
"About *that*? You know that wasn't what he meant..."
"It wasn't?" I was genuinely surprised. "But I thought..."
"You really thought he meant *that*? Yeah, right. Sure."
"Heero, I mean it!" That sounded a bit too pleading for my liking. "I never lie, OK? I run, I hide, I don't lie. It's like distinguishing markings, or whatever. You know, like knowing what animals are because of their colour or something."
"So the distinguishing feature of Duo Maxwell is that he never lies?"
"Yeah, that and the fact that I have a huge-ass braid down to my waist. And purple eyes. And I always wear black and I have a Gundam called Deathscythe and I call myself Shinigami and I hang out with a rich-but-slightly-wimpy blond, a clown with wicked cool hair, a Chinese dude with no sense of humour and a painfully tight ponytail, and a spandex-wearing terrorist with suicidal tendencies but great taste in guys..."
"Duo."
"Uh-huh?"
"You're babbling. Shut up."
"Well, I *thought* he meant..."
"OK. You thought he meant what you thought he meant. Point taken. Shut up now."
I was silent for about three seconds. Then: "I didn't know it was possible to *get* avocado and banana ice cream."
Heero shrugged. "Well, now you know."
"So what *did* he mean then?" I know, I know, I sounded obssessed. So shoot me. Heero's always threatening to.
"It's possible to get distracted by someone without actual physical contact."
"Oh, like when you see someone you like and you can't stop looking at them because they're so damn hot and you can't actually concentrate on anything else and you suddenly get all clumsy but it doesn't matter because by then you're in a gibbering heap on the floor anyway and then they turn round and you feel like a stalker?"
"Uh, yeah."
Maybe I should have paused for breath somewhere in that. "Oh, right. Now I know what you mean. Well, why didn't you just *say* that?"
"I don't have the lung capacity."
"Oh." Another pause. "...Hey!"
He smirked. "Well done."
I tried an imitation of the Yuy Death Glare, but it came out looking more 'PMS puppy' than 'Omae o korosu'. "Huh. Just because I don't think 'hn' counts as a meaningful paragraph."
"Just because I can't talk nonstop without a breath for ten minutes."
"Just because you don't think that's something to be proud of."
"Just because you *do*."
"Just because you have no sense of humour."
"Just because I can play chess."
"Oh, you had to bring that up. Just because... uh... just because I'm prettier than you."
"Yep."
"Hey, that's not..." I stopped, mainly because if I didn't then I'd probably bite his tongue off. And that kind of thing can destroy a relationship.
I kind of stopped thinking coherently around that point (easy enough with Heero's tongue down my throat), so the next thing I remember clearly is someone knocking at the door.
"Hey, are you guys in there? Heero, you haven't shot Duo have you?" Great, thanks, Quat. Every single time I'm alone with Heero someone has to mess it up. Anyone would think it was a conspiracy.
"Mmf ygnn hm..." Damn! I disentangled myself from Heero and tried again. "Uh, no, we're fine."
"Are you sure?" Damn him, damn all those people who care enough to worry.
"Yeah, honest. Would I lie to you?"
"OK, OK. Well, I just thought I'd tell you Trowa's found some more ice cream from somewhere -" Hell, I thought, there goes tonight's midnight feast - "And it's cookies and cream. Your favourite."
I KNOW it's cookies and cream, you blond fool, I bought it. "Uh... OK. We'll be there in a second."
"Hurry, then, or there won't be any left. You aren't the only one who likes the stuff, you know."
"All right, all right." I grumbled, turning to Heero. "Sorry 'bout this."
"No problem, I know how you get about ice cream. You owe me, that's all."
I snickered. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." He pulled me into his arms for another kiss. Just as I was starting to think that maybe ice cream didn't matter all that much (Heero tastes better anyway), the door slammed open and Wufei rushed in.
"Any time *today*, Maxwe-" He stopped, and I swear I heard his jaw hit the floor. "...urk..."
You know, I think I hate Wufei.
~TBC
A/N: Is 'disentangled' actually a word?? Answers on a postcard to the usual address, please.