Unbroken 01/?
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; Baiting of the Hee-chan, Humor, language
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: Hee-chan's a hentai! And I think I was in a weird mood when I wrote this. x-x One hour of sleep will do that to a person.
***

Duo crossed his arms and tried to stare Heero down. This was impossible for several reason, the main one being that it was Heero. It didn't help that his adversary was staring straight ahead at the road, glancing at Duo only occasionally. "No. N. O. I refuse." He set his jaw stubbornly. There was no way in Hell that Heero was going to win this one.

For his part, Heero was beginning to get tired. He and Duo had been discussing the same topic since he'd first explained the mission. Neither was willing to compromise in any way, which created the current problem. Not even bothering to look up from driving, Heero ground out, "Duo, you do not have a choice. You're the one who wanted to come on this mission."

The response was immediate, and predictable. "You TRICKED me!" Duo yelled, moving to leave the stolen SUV for the fifth time that hour.

As with the other four times, Heero prudently locked the doors and silently thanked whoever created child-proof locks on cars. By the time Duo had the mechanism unlocked, he usual forgot about trying to leave. Heero had no doubts that the handsome- if stubborn- pilot in the passenger seat would gladly jump out of a vehicle moving at sixty-plus miles per hour to escape this particular assignment.

"No, I didn't."

"Did too!" Duo jiggled the door handle, trying to figure out a way around the safety lock.

"I did not."

"Did TOO!"

It took most of Heero's will power not to grind his teeth, or pound his head into the steering wheel. "Duo, you are going to do it, even if I have to tie you up."

The sudden silence from the passenger seat froze the blood in Heero's veins. Duo looked up from trying to trick the child proof mechanism, the unholy gleam in his eyes reminding Heero of nothing less than a tentacle demon from various doushinji he'd seen in stores, but only bought because they might run into situation when they needed something flammable to start a fire. Or at least that was what he kept telling himself.

"Promise?"

Dr. J's blue-eyed protégé nearly choked, and definitely turned faintly red. Several images assaulted his poor, hormone addled mind, mainly of Duo and the various things that could be done with rope. The rest of the drive to their new school was horrible. For some reason, Heero found it more difficult then he had thought to persuade his body that pulling over and ravishing the gloating boy in the passenger seat was NOT a good idea.

'I'm going to kill something,' Heero growled to himself silently, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

The pavement slipped by beneath their wheels, to vanish from sight in the distance, uncaring of Duo's agony over the mission, or Heero's frustration. Sometimes it's nice to be a stretch of asphalt.
***

The door creaked open, three figures stepping into the room silently, an icy stare and a long braid marking the two unfamiliar ones. The students in the classroom looked up from what must have been very serious and important work, measuring by the way they were devoted to it so entirely. It must have been something like feeding the homeless, or ending hunger. Considering that Relena was in the room, there was also as strong possibility that it was world peace.

No one can goof off quite like a class of high schooler students without a teacher in sight.

Spit balls, paper airplanes and various other instruments of destruction were put away as everyone scrambled to get back to their seats. Several girls moved to unroll their skirts so that they were regulation length once more, but most of them took one look at the two new boys and left their hemlines right where they belonged, which was too high.

The teacher smiled brightly at his pupils, the hint of sheet in his old brown eyes making everyone move even faster to get the room back into the proper order. After everyone was settled, he cleared his throat. "Class, we have two new transfer students. Please welcome Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell to St. Teresa's."

Heero, as was normal for him, just nodded at the class, not even smiling. More than a few boys glared at him challengingly, but that didn't bother the pilot at all. The giggles and blushes from the female half of the group were much more unnerving, making him feel oddly like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. In complete contrast to his partner's unnerving flat stare, Duo grin cheerfully and wiggled his fingers.

"Hiya!"

From her place near the center of the room, Relena smiled brightly at Heero. It was about time he showed up again, in her mind.

The teacher, Mr. Figujamertadek[1], waved a hand towards the back of the room. "Mr. Yuy, Mr. Maxwell, I believe there are two seats in the last row which are unoccupied." He made little shoo-ing motions, giving the room another paternal smile as the two newest student obediently slipped down the rows to their seats.

Duo barely repressed a growl as her Royal Pinkness smiled at Heero. He had the weirdest urge to smack Relena, yell "MINE!" and drag Heero off the hair. Luckily, it was suppressed easier than other detention-causing urges.

The Rest Of the Female Population of the Class[2] smiled vacantly at both of them in a way that only teenager girls seemed to master. Duo settled down in his seat and cast several not-so-subtle glares at the ones who were busily drooling over Heero. None of them noticed, since they were all too busy being too irresistible for any male with hormones to ignore. For the first time ever, Duo was thankful that Heero showed no signs of having hormones to complicate things.

Meanwhile, in the seat directly to Duo's left, Heero silently swore death to everyone who was staring at what he considered his, or at least soon to be his.
***

Lunch found Heero and Duo occupying an empty table that was literally surrounded by a sea of girls three tables deep. Heero's deadly gaze kept them from sitting with them, but nothing he could do could keep them from circling them like prey. Luckily, neither boy was paying much attention to anything except each other, or they probably would have left Relena to her fate.

Duo was ranting, and had been ranting ever since they sat down. Luckily, he was speaking softly enough that the girls surrounding them couldn't hear more than the occasional curse word. He was currently ending a long, involved train of logic. "-and that's FINAL! I'm NOT doing it!"

A small growl of annoyance caught in Heero's throat, barely remaining unvoiced. Heero set down his hamburger- he was too busy watching Duo to eat it anyway. "Duo, either YOU do it, or I will."

"Do what?" a voice asked. Relena appeared beside their table, seemingly materializing out of thin air.

"Holy FUCK!" Duo fell backwards out of his seat, scrambling away from Relena, eyes huge with shock. His braid fell over his neck and chest to pool on the ground, moving with every panicked breath he took.

Heero almost automatically reached for his gun, hand pausing after having moved only inches. He was in the middle of a crowd of civilians. Pulling a weapon on the pacifist leader of the world would not be a good idea.

Relena blinked at their actions, sweat dropping slightly at Duo's crab-like position. "I'm sorry. Am I intruding?"

"Yes," Duo answered automatically, sitting up to reclaim his seat and the tattered remains of his dignity.

At the exact same time, Heero answered, "No."

They both took a second to glare at each other over the cooling remains of what the cafeteria laughingly refereed to as "lunch".

The second-to-last surviving member of the Peacecraft family smiled graciously and seated herself next to Heero. She hadn't brought a lunch, so she didn't have to worry about little things like elbow room, and thus managed to sit very close to the pilot. "Good, I was afraid that I was unwelcome."

Duo sulked in the seat across from them, doing his best to behave under the circumstances. He couldn't resist responding to her comment under his breathe, though. "You are unwelcome."

"Excuse me?" Relena blinked wide blue eyes at him. "Did you say something Duo?"

Another patented Heero Yuy Glare o' All Things Painful hit Duo from across the table. "Have you been informed of our reason for being here?" Heero raised one dark eyebrow at their "mission". For some reason, he felt like a piece of meat between two hungry dogs, and it was making his thumb itch.

The pacifist girl rolled her eyes sarcastically. "You mean you weren't yearning for my divine company? I'm disappointed." At their shocked silence, she smiled easily and flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder. "I just assumed that you were here for the usual."

Heero shook his head. "Tell her, Duo."

"No," the braided pilot answered immediately.

"Yes."

"No."

A frown traced Heero's lips as he pulled out the metaphorical Big Guns. "Either you or me."

Gray-violet eyes locked on Relena as Duo stared at her like she had some contagious and deadly disease. "Do I have to?"

Relena eyed Duo just as thoroughly as he was staring at her, although with considerably less animosity. She wasn't quite sure what the two boys were arguing about, but she was sure that she wasn't going to like it. "Does he have to?"

The pilot of Wing just nodded, eyes flat.

A growl escaped Duo's throat. "We're here to stop OZ from killing you," he told Relena bluntly.

"Ki- killing me?" Her cornflower eyes were wide, and she went pale as the information hit home.

"Yeah," Duo answered grumpily, slumping down in his seat.

There was a long moment of silence as Heero waited patiently for Duo to finish explaining. Eventually, even he got tired of waiting and kicked Duo in the ankle beneath the table. "The rest of it, Duo."

If possible, Relena went even whiter. "There's more?"

Duo glared viciously at Heero. "You sick, twisted, sadistic sonovab-"

"DUO!" Heero growled, expression beginning suggest impending violence.

There was an incoherent mumble from the other side of the table. Heero kicked him again. "OW! Since we're here to watch you, I'll be posing as your boyfriend." Duo stuck his tongue out at his partner and crossed his arms. "There! Happy?!"

"Yes."

Relena blinked uncomprehendingly, shock written clearly in every aspect of her body language. It didn't even look like she was breathing.

"Yeah, I'm not to happy with it either, babe," Duo told her, sulking.

There was another long moment of quiet. Finally, the blonde girl remembered to breathe. She processed the new development silently, eventually looking up to ask a single question. "... Why not Heero?"

There was a loud thud as Duo's forehead hit the table, just to the left of his food. He groaned. "Like we didn't see that one coming!"

Heero just sweat dropped.
***

[1] (sweat drop) I had no idea that the name would come out so weird. I was kinda at a loss, so I just pressed random buttons on the keyboard, and then added vowels where needed. @@ From now on, he will be called "Mr. F" for simplicity's sake.

[2] Now officially a single character in and of itself. ^^