"SOLO!" Duo yelled for the fifth time in the tall boy's ear.
"What?!" Solo jumped a few feet in the air and looked guiltily around.
"I've been yelling at you for the past five minutes but you were zoned out staring at your half eaten sandwich. Dear goodness man, how long does it take to eat lunch." Duo sighed loudly and stared at Solo.
Praying that he hadn't gotten too excited by the memory, Solo turned to talk to Duo.
"So why were you disturbing my telepathic connection with my sandwich." He asked as happily as he could, trying to cover the nervousness about daydreaming about certain events between them.
"Well, I'm going to go upstairs and train for a while, if the phone rings, answer it. You think you can handle that without spacing out."
Solo grinned back at Duo as he walked away muttering something. After he was all the way up the stairs, and safely in the makeshift gym, Solo sighed heavily. 'Okay, daydreaming about giving the kid blowjobs while you're alone in a house with him is bad!' But his mind refused to leave the other memories alone. Another time, a few months after he had found Duo surfaced painfully behind his eyes.
/////////////////////Solo////////////////////
"CIARAN!!"
As I run around the corner of the hallway I hear a small 'eep'. Duo is standing there, looking ready to run, with a guilty grin on his face.
"Oh, uhh, hiya Solo, how's it goin? What's up?" I would swear I can actually see the sweat running down his face as he rambles.
"Well gee shorty, let's see. What's up? Well, I find this on the floor of our room, and, seein as you and I are the only ones in that room, I have a feeling you're as guilty as you look!" I throw the black piece of cloth to the floor at his feet. My t-shirt, not that it was special or anything, but I've only got a couple, was filled with holes. Long rips actually. That sure resembled the blade gashes I would get during knife fights.
"Okay, first off calm down. You scared me crap-less. You used my old name for crying out loud. I thought I'd done something that was gonna end with me hanging from a noose or something."
My glare doesn't seem to reassure him much. He gulps once and goes on.
"You see, G said I had to do practice with all my weapons. And, well, I needed to practice with my knife cause I'm still pretty bad at it. And.....well.....you're shirt did look like a person if you hang it on a chair." He grins and I can't help but sigh. This stupid kid. I can't seem to stay mad at him.
"You know, I am the master of knife fights. Best on L2. Why don't I help you out a bit?"
He smiles happily and, hard as I try, I can't fight down the beating of my heart. This is the longest I've been with him. Normally I would have left as soon as the wings were gone, but I couldn't. Not since we became lovers. Hasn't been easy of course, but I can take it. For him at least.
"Come on." We walk back down the cold metallic hallways to our room. Slipping inside, I notice that you can take the kid out of the street, but not the street out of the kid. We still sneak around and act all stealthy even when we're just going into our own room. He flips on the light, although I didn't need it as I search my jacket pockets for my knife.
"So, G sure is training you hard."
"Yeah, well, you know." Funny, he does seem to be avoiding the subject of why he's here.
"You know, I don't really think you're the kinda guy that should be a soldier ya know."
"What do you mean?"
I walk up behind him with the initialed knife in my hand. Wrapping my left arm around his waist, I hold him to me and put the knife in his right hand.
"Well, you are kinda an orphan because of some idiotic soldiers from the last war." I hold my hand over his and begin to show him some knife moves. Slash up. Stab. Bend down and slash at the knees.
"I know, but they had to fight-"
"Do you forgive them?" I cut him off. My hand releases his, but my arm stays where it is. "Try throwing it at the wall." I order before he continues talking.
"No, I can't forgive them. Ever. But now I understand. Solo, if no one ever fights, then these wars will just go on and on and more people will die. I have to do something about it." He throws the knife and it hits the wall, but bounces off. I release him, a little harder than I meant to and retrieve the knife.
"Sure, that's what all the idiotic bastards who need an excuse to kill say. Duo, it's the same old line. If people didn't start wars, then deaths wouldn't have to end em. It's their fault. Let the fools who started this war clean up their own mess. We should stay out of it."
Using my hand to guide his, I show him the way to throw the knife and how to hold it. After I show him the motions a few times, I let go of his hand and nod to him.
"Solo, this war involves us all. If you don't want to fight, fine. But I do. I want to help people, and plus, it's not like I have a great life to go back to."
The knife doesn't stick in the wall again as he throws it and I walk over to it, picking it up slowly. What right do I have to tell him not to be a soldier. After all, I am teaching him how to throw and fight with knives. And I've killed so many. But no, that's different.
We resume the same stance as I try and show him how to throw it one more time. My grip on him has gotten tighter. He's not listening to me, I feel like I'm losing him.
"There's a difference between killing someone because you have to. It's your choice whether to fight in a war or not. If you had a lick a sense you'd stay away from it."
After a pause, I take the knife from his hand and continue showing him the motions of throwing the blade. "And plus," I add, " I won't let you go and kill a bunch of innocent people and make more orphans and widows."
Suddenly, he pulls away from my hold. With a stride, he's standing a few feet from me, glaring me in the eyes. That defiant look in his eyes, he's challenging me.
"You're not the leader anymore Solo. In case you've forgotten, your gang is dead. You can't tell me what you will and won't allow me to do. If I want to pilot the gundam in this war, I will. With or without your approval. And if you get in my way, well..." The sentence hangs in the air with the tension between us.
I look into his eyes, and I know he's being serious. Duo's different. After all these nights of screwing each other till all we felt was each other. All these years of thinking about him and wanting to be near him. I was fooling myself to think things could ever be the same between us. I love him more than anything else, and I hate him for it.
"The lesson endeth here." With a flick of my arm the knife is hurled into the wall and buries itself blade first to the hilt.
He doesn't move or try to stop me from leaving as I walk out the door. I need to cool down, and I'm sure he does too. The hallways are relaxing at night. The quite hum of the fluorescent lights and the dim colors they give make it relaxing. It's amazing I can like this place so much considering what it's done to Duo. This place changed him. I don't fit in with his life anymore. But there's no way I'm leavin that easy. We'll figure something out. I'm sure we can learn to live with each other. Maybe I can even make him change his mi-
My foot flies out and I catch him in the stomach. Some big goon jumped out of one of the doors in front of me holding a gun. I leap, trying to grab it from him, but something is holding my shoulders in place. Above my head, I can feel the breathing of somebody very large. Pausing to gather my strength, I thrust my elbow back as hard as I can, catching him solidly in the ribs.
Two clicks catch my attention as the man behind me holds on tight, even as he partially doubles over. My eyes meet up with two goons, the one I kicked and a friend of his, holding handguns pointed at my head. Looks like I've lost my only advantage, now they're smart enough to stand five feet away, long out of my reach. Damn, I left my knife in the wall of the room. Unarmed, against three...make that four guys. I can't see the one in the shadows. He's still standing in the room that the two in front of me came out of. He steps out and I recognize him right away.
"Hey shroom head, tell your groupies to lay off." I keep on smirking, but I have a bad feeling about this. I could take all of them, one at a time, if they were unarmed as well. But there ain't no way I'm getting out of this easy.
"I can't do that. You see, I ordered them to capture you and hold you at gunpoint. We need to have a talk."
"If it's about the birds and the bees, I can tell you you're about 6 years too late." I can't help but feel a mix of pride and shame at the surprise on his face.
"My dear boy, you only wish it were one of those talks." He sneers down at me, and I get that familiar urge to slit his throat.
"Leave. Now." I can feel my confident look get replaced by a confused one. What does he mean?
"Huh?" Okay, so I'm not a very smooth talker when I'm being held prisoner.
"I'm ordering you to leave now. You're jeopardizing the entire mission."
"What are you talking about? If it's about blabbing this secret of yours, you'd be a real idiot if you thought that I would be the one to tell."
"That's not it. I want you to stay away from Duo." I flinch at this. Uh oh, secrets out.
"In case your wondering, you really shouldn't be making out with your little gay friend in the middle of the hallway where people might walk by."
I knew that was a bad idea. But I still don't understand this.
"So what, he can't be a good soldier if he's gay?"
"He can't be a good soldier if he has any attachments. Especially to a worthless little street slut like you."
My eyes fly open and I snarl at him. Straining against the man behind me, all I want to do is kill him. Kill the old man. Who cares if I die afterwards. I've died before, and this time it'd be worth it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He says as he sees me trying to break free in my rage.
"Why not, you'll kill me? Ha, street sluts," I spit his words back at him, "are harder to kill than roaches."
"Oh you're quite right. And I realize that." He smiles and I shudder in disgust and anger. What's he smiling about?
"But I also know, that you will leave, and not because I threaten your life, but the life of your little lover."
The world has frozen again. I stop looking angry and I stop struggling. No, he's bluffing.
"You would never kill Duo, he's your little soldier experiment."
"We can train another, a better soldier than he is. And if you really don't believe that I'll kill him, just try me."
I can't risk his life. I could try and kill them, or get to him before they do. But what if they're waiting for me to try and rescue him. I'm trapped. They've got me with the one thing that I can't lose, even more than my own life, I can't lose his.
"Fine, I'll go get my stuff and leave. But I'm gonna warn you right now, Duo's not going to be pleased that I'm leaving and I'm sure you're going to have to answer some questions about where I am."
"I'll just tell him you find some other kid to screw when you're bored."
I didn't know I had enough self control until I walked away from him. Without a word. They're still holding Duo hostage, even though he doesn't know it.
I quietly open the door to our room. Duo's asleep on our bed, in our sheets. I begin to slowly pack up, without making a noise that might wake him up. I can't say goodbye, and the one time I actually have a good reason for leaving him. But I can't tell him it. I should still leave something, maybe a goodbye note at least. My eyes fall on the knife, still embedded in the wall. I carefully remove it, and walk over to Duo. I lean down, and just barely kiss his lips. He doesn't even flinch. Then, I have a great idea.
After searching quietly around the room for a while, I find what I'm looking for. Picking up my duffel bag that contains everything I own, I walk out of his room for the last time. After closing the door, I hold the single white feather against the center of it and slam the knife hard through it. The blade holds the delicate feather against the door. Goodbye kid.
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The sound of a telephone ringing brought Solo out of his own mind. Remembering what Duo had said, he walked over and answered the video phone. On the other end, the light blue eyes of the blonde named Quatre stared back.
"Hey there Quatre."
"Oh, hi Solo. Is Duo there?"
"Sorry, he's upstairs training and told me to take a message if anybody called."
"Okay, just tell him that Wufei and I have been assigned to other missions. We'll swing by for our stuff once we've completed them. But Heero and Trowa should be getting there very soon."
"Sure thing, I'll tell him. Later!" Solo waved goodbye to the pilot on the screen before shutting it off. 'Wonderful, two more people in the house, great. Well, might as well go bother Duo some more, and give him the message.'
Solo took the stairs two at a time as he headed for the training room. Solo could hear Duo's heavy breathing before he even reached the door to the training room. Making sure that his footsteps could be heard, so as not to suprise the soldier, he walked up and began leaning on the doorframe.
Duo stood in a corner, his chest rising with his strained breathing, and his braid was sticking to his neck from the sweat. He faced off against a used looking punching bag, and would alternate punches, kicks, and just about any other move he might use in a fight.
"Take it easy kid, the bad didn't do anything to you."
Duo seemed to ignore Solo for a minute, landing a high kick into where a person's face might be. Then he paused, and without turning around, yelled, "Why are you here?"
"Well, I was walking around the little world inside my mind, oh don't worry, they know me there, and the phone rang." Solo waited for a response, a question, a comment, a laugh, anything. From under the baggy gray tanktop and oversized black shorts, Solo saw something pulling against the fabric. The black tips of Duo's wings poked out of the bottom of his shorts, despite the fact that they reached beyond his knees. 'He looks tense.' Solo thought as he read the boy's body language.
"Who was it?" The wings pulled closer and Duo finally turned, now more calm than before, to face his old friend. Solo mouth hung open as he was about to answer. Duo's face was shining slightly from the exertion and he was still breathing faster than he should have been. A few sections of hair had fallen out of his braid and framed his face. After a few seconds of staring, Solo found his voice again.
"It was your cute blonde friend, I think his name is Quatre?"
"Oh, what was he callin about?"
"He and the scary Chinese kid have to go blow up some more people, but the tall one with the unibang and your crush are gonna be here soon."
Duo quickly translated and figured out that Quatre and Wufei had another mission, and Trowa and Heero--
"What do you mean my crush?!?"
With a chuckle, Solo walked up and began to walk around till he was standing behind Duo. The violet eyes followed him warily, Duo not trusting Solo any farther than he could throw him.
"Don't worry kid, just working out some of the tension, it's pretty obvious since you're shirt looks like a circus tent."
Duo consciously pulled his wings in tighter, but didn't move away from Solo's hands as they began to massage his wings and shoulders. 'Okay, so it feels good. Hey, wait a minute.'
"You never answered my question."
"What, about you having the major crush on Heero?"
Duo practically balked at this, 'How does he know that I have a crush. Am I that obvious?'
"You're really obvious about it Duo, after all," Solo leaned down till his mouth was next to Duo's ear. Duo shivered as the tips of Solo's hair tickled his neck, "it's the same way I've always looked at you."
Duo's eyes shot up to look into Solo's, which were suddenly much closer. His arms hung around Duo's waist as he held Duo in a loose hug.
"Of course, after all, you know the most about little boys having crushes on each other, eh?" The smile that Solo received was a rare one, a real one. Duo couldn't help it, no matter how much he hated him, and sometimes wanted to kill him, he had to love the guy.
"Yes, and the master seems to think that you're crush returns the feelings."
Solo was reasonably upset at the fact that Duo's eyes lit up at this, and his smile got even wider. 'Ah damn. You dumb blonde, why are you always opening your big yap.'
"Which," Solo wrapped his arms tighter around the boy in front of him, "is why I want to kill him." Solo shot the God of Death his own version of the patented grin. Duo, for just a second, looked a little worried.
"Aw come on, I'm just joking, plus, that disturbed kid has been giving me death glares since I got here. So the feelings mutual."
"Haha, actually, Heero gives everyone that glare."
Solo was confused for a minute, and looked like he was all of about 8 years old.
"Eh, you two would never work anyway."
"What do you mean? You just said we both liked each other, people who like each other usually work together."
"No, people who love each other work together. You two just have pathetic little kiddy crushes. There's a difference." Duo, suprisingly, didn't have a response to this, and just stood there, looking up at Solo. Never one to miss an opportunity, Solo began to lean down towards him. The inches between their lips closed and both eyes closed their eyes. Though their lips were still closing in on each other, the two boys had already kissed in their minds. The feel of the hot skin pressed together, the slight movement till they found a way they were both comfortable. Their tongues sparring and exploring. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then truly the mouth is the door.
A loud slamming sound caused both boys to break off before their lips even touched and stare at the door.
"Heero's back!"
"Oh goody." Solo muttered and released Duo angrily. 'So close. Argh.'
"Tell them I'm getting changed." Duo ran over to the closet/changing room and began to put his jeans, t-shirt, and jacket back on.
Solo slowly wandered down the stairs, looking dejectedly towards the door to the hangar. Both pilots, looking rather ragged stood there, and Heero met his eyes with a classic cobalt death glare.
"What?!" Solo jumped a few feet in the air and looked guiltily around.
"I've been yelling at you for the past five minutes but you were zoned out staring at your half eaten sandwich. Dear goodness man, how long does it take to eat lunch." Duo sighed loudly and stared at Solo.
Praying that he hadn't gotten too excited by the memory, Solo turned to talk to Duo.
"So why were you disturbing my telepathic connection with my sandwich." He asked as happily as he could, trying to cover the nervousness about daydreaming about certain events between them.
"Well, I'm going to go upstairs and train for a while, if the phone rings, answer it. You think you can handle that without spacing out."
Solo grinned back at Duo as he walked away muttering something. After he was all the way up the stairs, and safely in the makeshift gym, Solo sighed heavily. 'Okay, daydreaming about giving the kid blowjobs while you're alone in a house with him is bad!' But his mind refused to leave the other memories alone. Another time, a few months after he had found Duo surfaced painfully behind his eyes.
/////////////////////Solo////////////////////
"CIARAN!!"
As I run around the corner of the hallway I hear a small 'eep'. Duo is standing there, looking ready to run, with a guilty grin on his face.
"Oh, uhh, hiya Solo, how's it goin? What's up?" I would swear I can actually see the sweat running down his face as he rambles.
"Well gee shorty, let's see. What's up? Well, I find this on the floor of our room, and, seein as you and I are the only ones in that room, I have a feeling you're as guilty as you look!" I throw the black piece of cloth to the floor at his feet. My t-shirt, not that it was special or anything, but I've only got a couple, was filled with holes. Long rips actually. That sure resembled the blade gashes I would get during knife fights.
"Okay, first off calm down. You scared me crap-less. You used my old name for crying out loud. I thought I'd done something that was gonna end with me hanging from a noose or something."
My glare doesn't seem to reassure him much. He gulps once and goes on.
"You see, G said I had to do practice with all my weapons. And, well, I needed to practice with my knife cause I'm still pretty bad at it. And.....well.....you're shirt did look like a person if you hang it on a chair." He grins and I can't help but sigh. This stupid kid. I can't seem to stay mad at him.
"You know, I am the master of knife fights. Best on L2. Why don't I help you out a bit?"
He smiles happily and, hard as I try, I can't fight down the beating of my heart. This is the longest I've been with him. Normally I would have left as soon as the wings were gone, but I couldn't. Not since we became lovers. Hasn't been easy of course, but I can take it. For him at least.
"Come on." We walk back down the cold metallic hallways to our room. Slipping inside, I notice that you can take the kid out of the street, but not the street out of the kid. We still sneak around and act all stealthy even when we're just going into our own room. He flips on the light, although I didn't need it as I search my jacket pockets for my knife.
"So, G sure is training you hard."
"Yeah, well, you know." Funny, he does seem to be avoiding the subject of why he's here.
"You know, I don't really think you're the kinda guy that should be a soldier ya know."
"What do you mean?"
I walk up behind him with the initialed knife in my hand. Wrapping my left arm around his waist, I hold him to me and put the knife in his right hand.
"Well, you are kinda an orphan because of some idiotic soldiers from the last war." I hold my hand over his and begin to show him some knife moves. Slash up. Stab. Bend down and slash at the knees.
"I know, but they had to fight-"
"Do you forgive them?" I cut him off. My hand releases his, but my arm stays where it is. "Try throwing it at the wall." I order before he continues talking.
"No, I can't forgive them. Ever. But now I understand. Solo, if no one ever fights, then these wars will just go on and on and more people will die. I have to do something about it." He throws the knife and it hits the wall, but bounces off. I release him, a little harder than I meant to and retrieve the knife.
"Sure, that's what all the idiotic bastards who need an excuse to kill say. Duo, it's the same old line. If people didn't start wars, then deaths wouldn't have to end em. It's their fault. Let the fools who started this war clean up their own mess. We should stay out of it."
Using my hand to guide his, I show him the way to throw the knife and how to hold it. After I show him the motions a few times, I let go of his hand and nod to him.
"Solo, this war involves us all. If you don't want to fight, fine. But I do. I want to help people, and plus, it's not like I have a great life to go back to."
The knife doesn't stick in the wall again as he throws it and I walk over to it, picking it up slowly. What right do I have to tell him not to be a soldier. After all, I am teaching him how to throw and fight with knives. And I've killed so many. But no, that's different.
We resume the same stance as I try and show him how to throw it one more time. My grip on him has gotten tighter. He's not listening to me, I feel like I'm losing him.
"There's a difference between killing someone because you have to. It's your choice whether to fight in a war or not. If you had a lick a sense you'd stay away from it."
After a pause, I take the knife from his hand and continue showing him the motions of throwing the blade. "And plus," I add, " I won't let you go and kill a bunch of innocent people and make more orphans and widows."
Suddenly, he pulls away from my hold. With a stride, he's standing a few feet from me, glaring me in the eyes. That defiant look in his eyes, he's challenging me.
"You're not the leader anymore Solo. In case you've forgotten, your gang is dead. You can't tell me what you will and won't allow me to do. If I want to pilot the gundam in this war, I will. With or without your approval. And if you get in my way, well..." The sentence hangs in the air with the tension between us.
I look into his eyes, and I know he's being serious. Duo's different. After all these nights of screwing each other till all we felt was each other. All these years of thinking about him and wanting to be near him. I was fooling myself to think things could ever be the same between us. I love him more than anything else, and I hate him for it.
"The lesson endeth here." With a flick of my arm the knife is hurled into the wall and buries itself blade first to the hilt.
He doesn't move or try to stop me from leaving as I walk out the door. I need to cool down, and I'm sure he does too. The hallways are relaxing at night. The quite hum of the fluorescent lights and the dim colors they give make it relaxing. It's amazing I can like this place so much considering what it's done to Duo. This place changed him. I don't fit in with his life anymore. But there's no way I'm leavin that easy. We'll figure something out. I'm sure we can learn to live with each other. Maybe I can even make him change his mi-
My foot flies out and I catch him in the stomach. Some big goon jumped out of one of the doors in front of me holding a gun. I leap, trying to grab it from him, but something is holding my shoulders in place. Above my head, I can feel the breathing of somebody very large. Pausing to gather my strength, I thrust my elbow back as hard as I can, catching him solidly in the ribs.
Two clicks catch my attention as the man behind me holds on tight, even as he partially doubles over. My eyes meet up with two goons, the one I kicked and a friend of his, holding handguns pointed at my head. Looks like I've lost my only advantage, now they're smart enough to stand five feet away, long out of my reach. Damn, I left my knife in the wall of the room. Unarmed, against three...make that four guys. I can't see the one in the shadows. He's still standing in the room that the two in front of me came out of. He steps out and I recognize him right away.
"Hey shroom head, tell your groupies to lay off." I keep on smirking, but I have a bad feeling about this. I could take all of them, one at a time, if they were unarmed as well. But there ain't no way I'm getting out of this easy.
"I can't do that. You see, I ordered them to capture you and hold you at gunpoint. We need to have a talk."
"If it's about the birds and the bees, I can tell you you're about 6 years too late." I can't help but feel a mix of pride and shame at the surprise on his face.
"My dear boy, you only wish it were one of those talks." He sneers down at me, and I get that familiar urge to slit his throat.
"Leave. Now." I can feel my confident look get replaced by a confused one. What does he mean?
"Huh?" Okay, so I'm not a very smooth talker when I'm being held prisoner.
"I'm ordering you to leave now. You're jeopardizing the entire mission."
"What are you talking about? If it's about blabbing this secret of yours, you'd be a real idiot if you thought that I would be the one to tell."
"That's not it. I want you to stay away from Duo." I flinch at this. Uh oh, secrets out.
"In case your wondering, you really shouldn't be making out with your little gay friend in the middle of the hallway where people might walk by."
I knew that was a bad idea. But I still don't understand this.
"So what, he can't be a good soldier if he's gay?"
"He can't be a good soldier if he has any attachments. Especially to a worthless little street slut like you."
My eyes fly open and I snarl at him. Straining against the man behind me, all I want to do is kill him. Kill the old man. Who cares if I die afterwards. I've died before, and this time it'd be worth it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He says as he sees me trying to break free in my rage.
"Why not, you'll kill me? Ha, street sluts," I spit his words back at him, "are harder to kill than roaches."
"Oh you're quite right. And I realize that." He smiles and I shudder in disgust and anger. What's he smiling about?
"But I also know, that you will leave, and not because I threaten your life, but the life of your little lover."
The world has frozen again. I stop looking angry and I stop struggling. No, he's bluffing.
"You would never kill Duo, he's your little soldier experiment."
"We can train another, a better soldier than he is. And if you really don't believe that I'll kill him, just try me."
I can't risk his life. I could try and kill them, or get to him before they do. But what if they're waiting for me to try and rescue him. I'm trapped. They've got me with the one thing that I can't lose, even more than my own life, I can't lose his.
"Fine, I'll go get my stuff and leave. But I'm gonna warn you right now, Duo's not going to be pleased that I'm leaving and I'm sure you're going to have to answer some questions about where I am."
"I'll just tell him you find some other kid to screw when you're bored."
I didn't know I had enough self control until I walked away from him. Without a word. They're still holding Duo hostage, even though he doesn't know it.
I quietly open the door to our room. Duo's asleep on our bed, in our sheets. I begin to slowly pack up, without making a noise that might wake him up. I can't say goodbye, and the one time I actually have a good reason for leaving him. But I can't tell him it. I should still leave something, maybe a goodbye note at least. My eyes fall on the knife, still embedded in the wall. I carefully remove it, and walk over to Duo. I lean down, and just barely kiss his lips. He doesn't even flinch. Then, I have a great idea.
After searching quietly around the room for a while, I find what I'm looking for. Picking up my duffel bag that contains everything I own, I walk out of his room for the last time. After closing the door, I hold the single white feather against the center of it and slam the knife hard through it. The blade holds the delicate feather against the door. Goodbye kid.
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The sound of a telephone ringing brought Solo out of his own mind. Remembering what Duo had said, he walked over and answered the video phone. On the other end, the light blue eyes of the blonde named Quatre stared back.
"Hey there Quatre."
"Oh, hi Solo. Is Duo there?"
"Sorry, he's upstairs training and told me to take a message if anybody called."
"Okay, just tell him that Wufei and I have been assigned to other missions. We'll swing by for our stuff once we've completed them. But Heero and Trowa should be getting there very soon."
"Sure thing, I'll tell him. Later!" Solo waved goodbye to the pilot on the screen before shutting it off. 'Wonderful, two more people in the house, great. Well, might as well go bother Duo some more, and give him the message.'
Solo took the stairs two at a time as he headed for the training room. Solo could hear Duo's heavy breathing before he even reached the door to the training room. Making sure that his footsteps could be heard, so as not to suprise the soldier, he walked up and began leaning on the doorframe.
Duo stood in a corner, his chest rising with his strained breathing, and his braid was sticking to his neck from the sweat. He faced off against a used looking punching bag, and would alternate punches, kicks, and just about any other move he might use in a fight.
"Take it easy kid, the bad didn't do anything to you."
Duo seemed to ignore Solo for a minute, landing a high kick into where a person's face might be. Then he paused, and without turning around, yelled, "Why are you here?"
"Well, I was walking around the little world inside my mind, oh don't worry, they know me there, and the phone rang." Solo waited for a response, a question, a comment, a laugh, anything. From under the baggy gray tanktop and oversized black shorts, Solo saw something pulling against the fabric. The black tips of Duo's wings poked out of the bottom of his shorts, despite the fact that they reached beyond his knees. 'He looks tense.' Solo thought as he read the boy's body language.
"Who was it?" The wings pulled closer and Duo finally turned, now more calm than before, to face his old friend. Solo mouth hung open as he was about to answer. Duo's face was shining slightly from the exertion and he was still breathing faster than he should have been. A few sections of hair had fallen out of his braid and framed his face. After a few seconds of staring, Solo found his voice again.
"It was your cute blonde friend, I think his name is Quatre?"
"Oh, what was he callin about?"
"He and the scary Chinese kid have to go blow up some more people, but the tall one with the unibang and your crush are gonna be here soon."
Duo quickly translated and figured out that Quatre and Wufei had another mission, and Trowa and Heero--
"What do you mean my crush?!?"
With a chuckle, Solo walked up and began to walk around till he was standing behind Duo. The violet eyes followed him warily, Duo not trusting Solo any farther than he could throw him.
"Don't worry kid, just working out some of the tension, it's pretty obvious since you're shirt looks like a circus tent."
Duo consciously pulled his wings in tighter, but didn't move away from Solo's hands as they began to massage his wings and shoulders. 'Okay, so it feels good. Hey, wait a minute.'
"You never answered my question."
"What, about you having the major crush on Heero?"
Duo practically balked at this, 'How does he know that I have a crush. Am I that obvious?'
"You're really obvious about it Duo, after all," Solo leaned down till his mouth was next to Duo's ear. Duo shivered as the tips of Solo's hair tickled his neck, "it's the same way I've always looked at you."
Duo's eyes shot up to look into Solo's, which were suddenly much closer. His arms hung around Duo's waist as he held Duo in a loose hug.
"Of course, after all, you know the most about little boys having crushes on each other, eh?" The smile that Solo received was a rare one, a real one. Duo couldn't help it, no matter how much he hated him, and sometimes wanted to kill him, he had to love the guy.
"Yes, and the master seems to think that you're crush returns the feelings."
Solo was reasonably upset at the fact that Duo's eyes lit up at this, and his smile got even wider. 'Ah damn. You dumb blonde, why are you always opening your big yap.'
"Which," Solo wrapped his arms tighter around the boy in front of him, "is why I want to kill him." Solo shot the God of Death his own version of the patented grin. Duo, for just a second, looked a little worried.
"Aw come on, I'm just joking, plus, that disturbed kid has been giving me death glares since I got here. So the feelings mutual."
"Haha, actually, Heero gives everyone that glare."
Solo was confused for a minute, and looked like he was all of about 8 years old.
"Eh, you two would never work anyway."
"What do you mean? You just said we both liked each other, people who like each other usually work together."
"No, people who love each other work together. You two just have pathetic little kiddy crushes. There's a difference." Duo, suprisingly, didn't have a response to this, and just stood there, looking up at Solo. Never one to miss an opportunity, Solo began to lean down towards him. The inches between their lips closed and both eyes closed their eyes. Though their lips were still closing in on each other, the two boys had already kissed in their minds. The feel of the hot skin pressed together, the slight movement till they found a way they were both comfortable. Their tongues sparring and exploring. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then truly the mouth is the door.
A loud slamming sound caused both boys to break off before their lips even touched and stare at the door.
"Heero's back!"
"Oh goody." Solo muttered and released Duo angrily. 'So close. Argh.'
"Tell them I'm getting changed." Duo ran over to the closet/changing room and began to put his jeans, t-shirt, and jacket back on.
Solo slowly wandered down the stairs, looking dejectedly towards the door to the hangar. Both pilots, looking rather ragged stood there, and Heero met his eyes with a classic cobalt death glare.