Woollen Booties
By K-Chan
~Disclaimer~ I don't own Gundam wing; I don't own fairy godmothers. I don't own this planet. I don't own anything! You get it? Right? I do own this story ; P
~Warnings~ Yaoi, 1X2, 3X4. Language, violence (eventually), weirdness, sap and angst. Although I lost all my reviews I'd like to say.
Thank you to. Quichi: I'm glad you liked it. *The Feministic fanfic Writing Fairy Godmother holds up a banner that reads: 'I ROCK!! ( Hi Mom!)'* WacheyP87: I'm an Onna too! Isn't that great? We can all be onnas together! * The Feministic fanfic Writing Fairy Godmother scrawls across banner: 'All men are SCUM!'* Misty Yuy: Well since you asked so nicely. Marina: I live to serve, not sexually of course ^_^* Crying Phoenix: I'm flattered by your enthusiasm. Cobalt Princess: More is heading your way right now! Nemesis: You'll have to wait a while I'm afraid. This is going to be a full-blown story. All the Preggy fics I've read were too damn short! Tifa Leonhart: Yes, spread the word of K-Chan! And we'll do what we do every night, Try to take over the world! *Catches glimpse of K-Chan the Kaizer, Coming soon to a cinema near you* Kawaii Shinichan: This isn't a one shot! Heres the next chapter. Mnemosyne: Yes, I am good aren't I? *Basks in the light of her own perfection* Veve: thanks for your support, it really helps. Sapphire: I have lots up my sleave; this jumper is much too big. O.O* Dream Keeper: I'm writing more like you asked, happy? Joyeuse Femme en Pain D'epice: Congrats! You were my first reviewer! Thanks a million for taking a chance on an unreviewed fic! Unusual name by the way, does it mean something?
=To Dria, whose motivational review compelled me to get off my ass and finish this chapter. *Flips Dria the bird* Who's the bitch now WHORE????=
Chapter 2
Duo shot out of bed and into the ensuite, burying his face in the toilet bowl and bringing up the remains of last nights midnight snack and dinner. "Duo?" Called Heero in shock. "Are you okay in there?" "It's okay." He called back. "I'm f-!" The American didn't get to finish as he began to vomit again. Heero left his laptop and entered the bathroom. "You're not okay." He said. "This isn't the first time this has happened, is it?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Lied Duo. "I'm just feeling a little-" He threw up again. "under the weather." He finished weakly. Heero stared him. The braided pilot shrugged uncomfortably under his intense gaze. "It must be some thing I ate. That's the last time I eat Wufei's cooking!" Heero gently wiped Duos face with a damp washcloth. "Don't lie to me koi. This is the fifth morning in a row, there's something wrong with you." Duo pulled a face; he'd thought Heero was asleep. Damn that Perfect Solder and his light sleeping habits! He pulled away from his boyfriends helping hands. "I'm FINE! It's probably just the flue or something. Don't make such a big fuss over nothing. Jeez! I didn't know you were such a worry wart." He stood up and Heero studied him for several moments. "Very well." He said at last. "Breakfast should be ready, it's Quatres turn to cook today." He said a touch hopefully, taking Death Scythes pilot by the hand. If anything could make Duo feel better it was food. The two boys went down stairs to the dining room of their current safe house. "Hello Heero. Good morning Duo. I hope you're both hungry!" Chirped the little blond when they entered the room. In his head Heero smiled, food would definitely cheer up Duo. "I kind of went into a cooking frenzy." Blushed Quatre, glancing at Trowa out of the corner of his eye. (1) The table fairly groaned under the weight of all the plates stacked full of bacon, eggs, toast, crumpets, pancakes, fritters of some sort and sausages. There was even a jug full of what appeared to be home made iced coffee. Duo took one look at this, turned green, clapped a hand to his mouth and raced for the down stairs bathroom. Wufei looked up from his 'Women's Weekly' (2) and raised his eyebrows. "What is wrong with Maxwell?" "Is it my cooking?" Fretted Quatre. "I've never seen him turn down food before, no matter how bad it was." "..." Said Trowa patting the little Arabians hand in a calming gesture. Heero scowled. "I'm calling Sally."
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The (Alcoholic) Feministic fanfic writing fairy godmother (3) sighed happily, it was that time of the month and somewhere in the world some deserving chauvinistic pig was experiencing severe stomach cramps. She swirled her glass as she watched the magic mirror. "This is pretty interesting." She mused, taking a sip from her Margarita. "I don't know why I didn't do this sooner!"
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Sally Po looked down at her notes. "And when was the last time you had your- " She broke off and looked at Duo. "My what?" Asked the braided pilot. "Never mind." "Well, you're the Doctor. What's wrong with me?" He snapped, pacing the room impatiently. The blond sighed and tugged one of her plaits. "I don't know, if you were female I'd know. But it's physically impossible since you're male." Violet eyes blazed. "Well. What. Would. It. Be. If. I. Was. A. Girl?" He gritted out through clenched teeth. Sally rifled through her medical bag and produced a weird little plastic thing. "Here," She said handing it to Duo. "You have to pee in this part here." The boy stared at her for a moment to make sure she was serious. Then he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind himself. Fifteen minutes later Duo's voice drifted out the bathroom. "Hey Sally, what does it mean if it's changing colour?" Sally opened the door. "What colour is it?" Duo handed her the test. It was blue. Sally stared at him like he'd grown another head. "You're pregnant." Duo blinked. "Excuse me?" That hadn't been what he'd been expecting. Maybe 'It's just the flu.' Or 'nothing serious, just food poisoning. Did Wufei cook for you a couple nights ago?' Or even, 'Oh my God! You're going to die!' Not 'You're pregnant.' "This is a pregnancy test, it's positive. Which means you're going to have a baby." "B-But. That's impossible!" He shouted. "I know!" Exclaimed Sally. Luckily Duo was a Gundam pilot, a professional warrior, a being trained to react with suitable decorum in any situation, and at times like these he did the only thing he could do. "Duo?" Sally stared at the unconscious boy crumpled on the bathroom floor.
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The (Alcoholic) Feministic Fanfic Writing Fairy Godmother let out a howl of mirth and toppled out her chair, a flailing leg narrowly missing the bottle of Black Sambuca set on the coffee table. "Priceless! *more laughter* Wait until the father finds out. *oxygen starved chuckles* I'm so glad I'm taping this!" She reached out blindly and, by some sixth sense, grasped the bottle. She took a big swig, shuddered and belched loudly.
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Heero waited nervously down stairs with the other pilots, anxiously pacing back and forwards, back and forwards. "Would you sit down Yuy!" Snapper Wufei his annoyed back eyes following the boys progression across the room. Heero's only answer was a glare in the Chinese boys direction. Quatre sat next to Trowa on the couch, holding his hand for comfort. Wufei reclined in his armchair, calm by all appearances. Heero paused in his pacing when he heard the stairs creak. Sally entered the lounge room looking hesitant. "Can I talk to you in private for a moment Heero?" Holding himself back from pulling his gun on the woman and demanding to know what was wrong with his Duo, Heero walked calmly out of the lounge, through the hall and into the dining room. He closed the door after Sally. "What is wrong with Duo?" He asked turning to face the blond. Sally hesitated. "He's pregnant." Heero stared at her. "Come again?" "He's pregnant." The Japanese pilot shook his head. "I'm not sure I understand." Sally gave an exasperated sigh. "You know; preggers. One in the oven. With child. Knocked up." "How is that possible? I was led to believe that only women could become pregnant. Was J in erring when he trained me?" Sally sat down in one of the dining room chairs. "No, J was right. I'm sure how it could have possibly happened. I take it that you can vouch for the fact that Duo really is male?" Heero tried to keep his face stony but a faint colouring tinged his high cheekbones. "Yes, he is definitely a male. I would have noticed otherwise." The blond rubbed at her eyes wearily. "Then I have no idea. Whatever it is, it's a medical breakthrough." Finally it sunk in. Heero's eyes got a wide as saucers. "Duo's going to have a baby?" The perfect solder yelled. "I'm going to be a father?" Sally nearly fell of her chair in surprise, up to this point Heero seemed to be taking the news quite calmly. "Duo? Is he all right?" "He's fine. He just fainted when we found out. Heero?" Sally was left blinking in the dining room as Heero disappeared up the stairs. She sighed and rubbed at the pounding in her temples; she really had to stop hanging around with these guys, it was just getting too weird.
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The bed room opened without a creak and the perfect solder slipped into the room he shared with Duo, using stealth usually reserved for infiltrating Oz bases and assassinations. Duo was asleep in their bed. Heero paused to take in the view. Smooth creamy skin, lips slightly parted, silky bangs falling across closed lids. He was beautiful. Heero slowly, carefully sat on the bed and lay his palm on his Koi's chest, feeling the calm 'bu-bum' of his heart. After a slight hesitation the hand headed south to rest on the familiar flat abdomen. Could there really be a tiny life growing in there somewhere? A piece of Duo and himself melded together forever; creating another living, breathing human being? He could barely believe it. Was this meant to be a blessing or a curse? Heero stayed like that for some time, pondering the impossible that had suddenly become possible. Then he gave a small smile, brushed the bangs from Duo's face and kissed his forehead. "No matter what I'll love you. always and forever. Au shitairu Duo Maxwell." Quietly he got up and left the room.
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The (Alcoholic) Feministic Fanfic Writing Fairy Godmother sniffled pathetically. "Aw, there so cute." She trailed off for a moment, looking as though she were trying to figure out the meaning of life. Then she scowled. "Hey! They're supposed to be suffering!" Sighing she reached for her Bloody Mary. "Oh well, this is still good."
Heh heh heh! Bad K-Chan! *slaps wrist* Wufei: The dishonour! Die evil wench!!! *draws his Kitana* K-chan: Eep!!! *Runs and hides behind Sally* *sigh* I have to cut and paste this now, it's too damn long!
Yes, I know this was just as short as the first chapter. But I wanted to get this up (I'm never writing another fic in a note book ever again; I hate copying!)
~Disclaimer~ I don't own Gundam wing; I don't own fairy godmothers. I don't own this planet. I don't own anything! You get it? Right? I do own this story ; P
~Warnings~ Yaoi, 1X2, 3X4. Language, violence (eventually), weirdness, sap and angst. Although I lost all my reviews I'd like to say.
Thank you to. Quichi: I'm glad you liked it. *The Feministic fanfic Writing Fairy Godmother holds up a banner that reads: 'I ROCK!! ( Hi Mom!)'* WacheyP87: I'm an Onna too! Isn't that great? We can all be onnas together! * The Feministic fanfic Writing Fairy Godmother scrawls across banner: 'All men are SCUM!'* Misty Yuy: Well since you asked so nicely. Marina: I live to serve, not sexually of course ^_^* Crying Phoenix: I'm flattered by your enthusiasm. Cobalt Princess: More is heading your way right now! Nemesis: You'll have to wait a while I'm afraid. This is going to be a full-blown story. All the Preggy fics I've read were too damn short! Tifa Leonhart: Yes, spread the word of K-Chan! And we'll do what we do every night, Try to take over the world! *Catches glimpse of K-Chan the Kaizer, Coming soon to a cinema near you* Kawaii Shinichan: This isn't a one shot! Heres the next chapter. Mnemosyne: Yes, I am good aren't I? *Basks in the light of her own perfection* Veve: thanks for your support, it really helps. Sapphire: I have lots up my sleave; this jumper is much too big. O.O* Dream Keeper: I'm writing more like you asked, happy? Joyeuse Femme en Pain D'epice: Congrats! You were my first reviewer! Thanks a million for taking a chance on an unreviewed fic! Unusual name by the way, does it mean something?
=To Dria, whose motivational review compelled me to get off my ass and finish this chapter. *Flips Dria the bird* Who's the bitch now WHORE????=
Chapter 2
Duo shot out of bed and into the ensuite, burying his face in the toilet bowl and bringing up the remains of last nights midnight snack and dinner. "Duo?" Called Heero in shock. "Are you okay in there?" "It's okay." He called back. "I'm f-!" The American didn't get to finish as he began to vomit again. Heero left his laptop and entered the bathroom. "You're not okay." He said. "This isn't the first time this has happened, is it?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Lied Duo. "I'm just feeling a little-" He threw up again. "under the weather." He finished weakly. Heero stared him. The braided pilot shrugged uncomfortably under his intense gaze. "It must be some thing I ate. That's the last time I eat Wufei's cooking!" Heero gently wiped Duos face with a damp washcloth. "Don't lie to me koi. This is the fifth morning in a row, there's something wrong with you." Duo pulled a face; he'd thought Heero was asleep. Damn that Perfect Solder and his light sleeping habits! He pulled away from his boyfriends helping hands. "I'm FINE! It's probably just the flue or something. Don't make such a big fuss over nothing. Jeez! I didn't know you were such a worry wart." He stood up and Heero studied him for several moments. "Very well." He said at last. "Breakfast should be ready, it's Quatres turn to cook today." He said a touch hopefully, taking Death Scythes pilot by the hand. If anything could make Duo feel better it was food. The two boys went down stairs to the dining room of their current safe house. "Hello Heero. Good morning Duo. I hope you're both hungry!" Chirped the little blond when they entered the room. In his head Heero smiled, food would definitely cheer up Duo. "I kind of went into a cooking frenzy." Blushed Quatre, glancing at Trowa out of the corner of his eye. (1) The table fairly groaned under the weight of all the plates stacked full of bacon, eggs, toast, crumpets, pancakes, fritters of some sort and sausages. There was even a jug full of what appeared to be home made iced coffee. Duo took one look at this, turned green, clapped a hand to his mouth and raced for the down stairs bathroom. Wufei looked up from his 'Women's Weekly' (2) and raised his eyebrows. "What is wrong with Maxwell?" "Is it my cooking?" Fretted Quatre. "I've never seen him turn down food before, no matter how bad it was." "..." Said Trowa patting the little Arabians hand in a calming gesture. Heero scowled. "I'm calling Sally."
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The (Alcoholic) Feministic fanfic writing fairy godmother (3) sighed happily, it was that time of the month and somewhere in the world some deserving chauvinistic pig was experiencing severe stomach cramps. She swirled her glass as she watched the magic mirror. "This is pretty interesting." She mused, taking a sip from her Margarita. "I don't know why I didn't do this sooner!"
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Sally Po looked down at her notes. "And when was the last time you had your- " She broke off and looked at Duo. "My what?" Asked the braided pilot. "Never mind." "Well, you're the Doctor. What's wrong with me?" He snapped, pacing the room impatiently. The blond sighed and tugged one of her plaits. "I don't know, if you were female I'd know. But it's physically impossible since you're male." Violet eyes blazed. "Well. What. Would. It. Be. If. I. Was. A. Girl?" He gritted out through clenched teeth. Sally rifled through her medical bag and produced a weird little plastic thing. "Here," She said handing it to Duo. "You have to pee in this part here." The boy stared at her for a moment to make sure she was serious. Then he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind himself. Fifteen minutes later Duo's voice drifted out the bathroom. "Hey Sally, what does it mean if it's changing colour?" Sally opened the door. "What colour is it?" Duo handed her the test. It was blue. Sally stared at him like he'd grown another head. "You're pregnant." Duo blinked. "Excuse me?" That hadn't been what he'd been expecting. Maybe 'It's just the flu.' Or 'nothing serious, just food poisoning. Did Wufei cook for you a couple nights ago?' Or even, 'Oh my God! You're going to die!' Not 'You're pregnant.' "This is a pregnancy test, it's positive. Which means you're going to have a baby." "B-But. That's impossible!" He shouted. "I know!" Exclaimed Sally. Luckily Duo was a Gundam pilot, a professional warrior, a being trained to react with suitable decorum in any situation, and at times like these he did the only thing he could do. "Duo?" Sally stared at the unconscious boy crumpled on the bathroom floor.
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The (Alcoholic) Feministic Fanfic Writing Fairy Godmother let out a howl of mirth and toppled out her chair, a flailing leg narrowly missing the bottle of Black Sambuca set on the coffee table. "Priceless! *more laughter* Wait until the father finds out. *oxygen starved chuckles* I'm so glad I'm taping this!" She reached out blindly and, by some sixth sense, grasped the bottle. She took a big swig, shuddered and belched loudly.
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Heero waited nervously down stairs with the other pilots, anxiously pacing back and forwards, back and forwards. "Would you sit down Yuy!" Snapper Wufei his annoyed back eyes following the boys progression across the room. Heero's only answer was a glare in the Chinese boys direction. Quatre sat next to Trowa on the couch, holding his hand for comfort. Wufei reclined in his armchair, calm by all appearances. Heero paused in his pacing when he heard the stairs creak. Sally entered the lounge room looking hesitant. "Can I talk to you in private for a moment Heero?" Holding himself back from pulling his gun on the woman and demanding to know what was wrong with his Duo, Heero walked calmly out of the lounge, through the hall and into the dining room. He closed the door after Sally. "What is wrong with Duo?" He asked turning to face the blond. Sally hesitated. "He's pregnant." Heero stared at her. "Come again?" "He's pregnant." The Japanese pilot shook his head. "I'm not sure I understand." Sally gave an exasperated sigh. "You know; preggers. One in the oven. With child. Knocked up." "How is that possible? I was led to believe that only women could become pregnant. Was J in erring when he trained me?" Sally sat down in one of the dining room chairs. "No, J was right. I'm sure how it could have possibly happened. I take it that you can vouch for the fact that Duo really is male?" Heero tried to keep his face stony but a faint colouring tinged his high cheekbones. "Yes, he is definitely a male. I would have noticed otherwise." The blond rubbed at her eyes wearily. "Then I have no idea. Whatever it is, it's a medical breakthrough." Finally it sunk in. Heero's eyes got a wide as saucers. "Duo's going to have a baby?" The perfect solder yelled. "I'm going to be a father?" Sally nearly fell of her chair in surprise, up to this point Heero seemed to be taking the news quite calmly. "Duo? Is he all right?" "He's fine. He just fainted when we found out. Heero?" Sally was left blinking in the dining room as Heero disappeared up the stairs. She sighed and rubbed at the pounding in her temples; she really had to stop hanging around with these guys, it was just getting too weird.
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The bed room opened without a creak and the perfect solder slipped into the room he shared with Duo, using stealth usually reserved for infiltrating Oz bases and assassinations. Duo was asleep in their bed. Heero paused to take in the view. Smooth creamy skin, lips slightly parted, silky bangs falling across closed lids. He was beautiful. Heero slowly, carefully sat on the bed and lay his palm on his Koi's chest, feeling the calm 'bu-bum' of his heart. After a slight hesitation the hand headed south to rest on the familiar flat abdomen. Could there really be a tiny life growing in there somewhere? A piece of Duo and himself melded together forever; creating another living, breathing human being? He could barely believe it. Was this meant to be a blessing or a curse? Heero stayed like that for some time, pondering the impossible that had suddenly become possible. Then he gave a small smile, brushed the bangs from Duo's face and kissed his forehead. "No matter what I'll love you. always and forever. Au shitairu Duo Maxwell." Quietly he got up and left the room.
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The (Alcoholic) Feministic Fanfic Writing Fairy Godmother sniffled pathetically. "Aw, there so cute." She trailed off for a moment, looking as though she were trying to figure out the meaning of life. Then she scowled. "Hey! They're supposed to be suffering!" Sighing she reached for her Bloody Mary. "Oh well, this is still good."
Heh heh heh! Bad K-Chan! *slaps wrist* Wufei: The dishonour! Die evil wench!!! *draws his Kitana* K-chan: Eep!!! *Runs and hides behind Sally* *sigh* I have to cut and paste this now, it's too damn long!
Yes, I know this was just as short as the first chapter. But I wanted to get this up (I'm never writing another fic in a note book ever again; I hate copying!)
