Unbroken 00/?
V of the "Chasing Down the Moon" Arc
Rating: pg13
Series: Gundam Wing
Genre: General/Romance
Pairings: 1+2+1
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Shounen ai; Relena Bashing (trust me on this one. ^.~ )
By Moon Faery
Archived: (eventually at) Moon Faery's Garden (); FFN Author Moon Faery (); Kiss of Death [my new site!] (); anywhere else that asks nicely.

Disclaimer: A statement created solely to save one's ass from becoming lawn for the proverbial legal mower. I do not own Gundam Wing, nor does anyone I know own it. However, this story line and plot are MINE. (Holds fic close to her.) Grrrr....

Author Notes: PLOT?!?! How the HFIL did that sneak into a romance arc?! @@ It's not here yet, but... Scary.... x-x In a side note.. (waves to Fuu-chan) Lookee, a multiparter! I told you that I was working on it! ^^
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Duo woke up to birds chirping, the sun shining, and angels singing in chorus. Or at least it felt like he did. In actuality it was raining, cloudy and the only thing singing was Wufei in the shower, and he could hardly be described as an angel, in voice or fact. But for Duo, the world was definitely looking up. He was going to tell Heero how he felt. If Heero felt the same way... Well, then, they'd take it from there. If he didn't... It would hurt, he wasn't so optimistic to forget that. But he'd get over it fairly quickly. At least fast enough to put plan B into operation.

He really had to think of something nice to do for Wufei someday soon. Maybe a set of ear plugs, so he didn't have to listen to himself singing. Then again, it sounded like he was tone deaf anyway, so that wouldn't work.

Stretching luxuriously under the blankets, he noticed vaguely that Heero's bed wasn't made. He couldn't remember a time when Heero had left his bed messy. The change in routine, though slight, gave him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he shook it off as the effects of a near-perpetual case of blue balls.

"Duo, WAKE UP!" Heero called from down the hallway, the sound ricocheting though the room like a gunshot. Without really stopping to think about it, Duo jumped out of bed and ran out of the room, clutching the sheet around his waist to help hide his early morning erection. He skidded to a halt beside the kitchen table, which was currently hosting a battered laptop and the a plate of what looked suspiciously like an omelet.

Heero glanced up from the screen of his laptop, noticing absently that his partner hadn't bothered to get dressed, or to do his hair. Assessing the vision in that single glimpse, Heero decided that he wouldn't mind seeing the same thing again. Repeatedly. From different angles, in different positions.

But business came before pleasure. Especially when the pleasure was by no means assured as mutual.

Yet.

The sole survivor of the Maxwell Church Massacre fidgeted nervously under Heero's brief gaze. He knew that it was probably his imagination (or his dick, he wasn't sure which), but there was something in the other pilot's eyes that made his knees go weak. He swallowed and firmly told his hormones to go away. They responded with an uproarious, 'Fuck you!' and supplied his overactive imagination with some very explicit pictures of Heero. Duo resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall, instead trying to concentrate on what he'd been dragged out of bed for. "You said something about a mission?" As naturally as he could, he shifted positions so that the sheet stayed bundled in front of his crotch.

It was harder for Heero to suppress the urge to grin it would have been a few months ago, but he managed by fixing his eyes on the screen before him and delivering the mission statement in as impersonal a voice as he could. "Relena's being targeted by Oz. I'm assigned to protect her until the danger passes."

Duo blinked as the information processed through his coffee-less mind. It took a second, but eventually he found a response suitable for such a statement. "WHAT?! You're out of your friggin' mind, Heero! So now you're chasing after her, instead of the other way around?! What a load of bull sh-"

"You know about the decision we ALL made." Wufei calmly stepped from the shadows of the hallway, drying his hair with a towel. Neither of the other two boys had noticed when he'd stopped singing.

If Duo had been a dog, he would have been bristling. "You KNEW about this-"

Heero shut his laptop loudly, almost cracking the screen. "It's necessary to-"

"Protect the future peace, what we've been fighting for," Duo cut him off, practically snarling. His eyes flashed to a nearly black shade of blue for a brief second. He would be damned if he was going to sit back and watch the object of his affections wander off to guard little miss perfect princess without a fight, though. "I know, Heero. I KNOW. And I'm going with you."

"No you're not." Heero and Wufei's voices were nearly indistinguishable from each other as they answered in chorus.

"Wufei's staying here to fix Wing and Shenlong," Heero told flatly. "You're going to help him, and finish upgrading Deathscythe. I'm transferring to Relena's school immediately."

A soft snort sliced through the silence. "I wish you more luck with Relena then we had with our last mission, Yuy," the Chinese boy said, memory making a strange mix of a grimace and a grin cross his lips.

"Relena's not the baseball bat type, Wufei," Heero chuckled.

Duo glared at the both of them. Neither of his fellow pilots was taking him seriously. "I bet she wears crotchless panties around soldier-boy here." He jerked a thumb at Heero, who turned an interesting shade of purple.

"MAXWELL!" Again, the Heero-Wufei stereo effect was nearly flawless. Duo couldn't stop himself from snickering at their shocked faces.

Heero managed to control his blush, and shot a death glare at Duo. "You're not going."

"Yes I am," the long haired boy answered easily. "You can't watch Relena and maintain surveillance." He grinned smugly as irritation showed on Heero's face.

The Japanese boy hated to admit it, but Duo was right. "Fine. Pack. We're leaving ASAP. I'll brief you on the way to our new school." He grumbled under his breath about idiots who wouldn't take no for an answer and turned back to his laptop to assess the damage.

Duo's eyes glinted a merry shade of cobalt as he flashed Heero a snappy salute and marched off to their room, nearly tripping over the sheet that had managed to wrap itself around his legs as they talked. He didn't look back, or he would have seen Heero's concentration slip away from the laptop to watch him leave.

Running his fingers through still damp hair, Wufei could only watch the entire scene and remind himself that they were both idiots.
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