Disclaimer: Don't own, not even a bloody pin of Trowa (which Amy flaunts at me).
Rating: PG, language
Warnings: Hope no one has a fear of mindless routines, getting up early or empty death threats.
A/N: OK, don't get mad at me for the OOCness 'cause I warned you last time about it. Anyhoo, I can picture this happening to Duo after awhile. I should know, it happens to me. Drives me up the bloody wall, why shouldn't it drive others up the wall too? Damn routines!! And as for Rae chan. Thanks for the review!! How can asking for more hints be a criticism?? Ha, I was just happy to get some comments. But I'm afraid that you won't be getting any major hints in this chapter. At least none that you would notice as hints. Tee hee hee. And Nadia, thanks for the review!! Hope it wasn't too difficult to do. And to all reading, reviews are always welcome. I don't care if it's just to say hi or if it's a flame. Sure I'll laugh openly at the flame and most likely pin it up in my locker, but, hey, a flame is better than no review at all.
//blah// - thoughts
::blah:: - actions I'm too lazy to write out in whole sentences
*blah* - emphasis on words
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Strife
Chapter 1 - The Mindless Routine
Monday, day 3 of mission
Duo's POV
6:43 AM
//This really has to stop. Every single morning, the same bloody time.// Duo complained silently in his head. He'd been lying in bed for 13 minutes now. Doing what you ask. Counting down of course!! //I think he's contagious. This is the second morning in a row this has happened. AHHhhhh!!! What if I start taking on some of his more charming personalities?? What if I start dressing like him??//
6:44 AM
//All right. 60 seconds to go. I can stop this. I can will this not to happen. It's all a mater of the mind. Sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep...// The continuous mantra increased in speed as the seconds counted down. Then again, it hadn't worked yesterday and it was about to not work once again.
6:45 AM
Blink blink. //Argh! Heero's up.// ::Multiple colourful curses ensue mentally:: During the mental curse-a-thon of Heero's impeccable timing, Duo continued to observe Heero from under the cover of his horde of blankets.
Heero's lithe body twisted and stretched about in bed like a cat just awakening from a peaceful nap. //Drool. Drool. Damn salivary glands! Mmm, what I wouldn't give to be under those covers with *that* wild, untamable beast.// ::Mental smirk::
6:46 AM
//And now the unveiling.// Duo, who up until this point was working quite diligently at maintaining steady deep breathing to fool Heero, was about to throw all caution to the wind. With the grace of a cat, Heero stealthily made his way out of bed and bee lined straight to the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. Now out of Duo's line of view, Duo resorted to creating a mental picture in his head. //Ah yes, the running of the shower. He he he. Hee-chan didn't close the bathroom door again. Mmm, naked Hee-chan having a hot steamy shower. Mmmmm. What more could a person ask for?// A knowing smirk crawled across Duo's face at the dirty answer that came to mind.
6:51 AM
//And water shut off. Ha ha!! Who the hell needs a clock when you have Heero? ::silent chuckles ensue:: Hmmm, silent . . . must be toweling off. Damn lucky towel!//
6:52:30 AM
//Damn, not even a bloody second off! Mmmm. ::Dreamy look crosses Duo's face:: Lucky toothbrush. He he he he, or lucky person right after. Wuah ha ha ha ha ha ha . . . I definitely need to get a life.// Sounds from the bathroom continue as Heero quickly, yet efficiently brushes his teeth.
6:55 AM
//Ha ha ha! Lights!// Bathroom light turns off. //Camera!// Heero re-enters the bedroom and goes back to Duo's line of sight. //Action!// And with that, off went the damp white towel around Heero's waist. But, of course, Heero being Mr. Efficient, he had that long green tank top already on, hiding all those private extremities. //Ok, sure. The tank top and black spandex don't leave much to the imagination, but it would be so much better is I didn't have to imagine...//
Needless to say, at 6:56 AM, Heero was seated, fully dressed and groomed, in front of his laptop and Duo didn't get the action he was looking for once again. //Damn, stupid laptop!! Gets more attention and affection than I ever do. And what is Hee-chan doing? Most likely . . . no, no, is checking for a mission update. There wasn't one at 11:45 last night, Heero. There isn't one now. You should know this by now.// And with Duo and Heero's "act" done, Duo fell back asleep.
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Heero's POV
//Hn. 6:56 again. This normal routine is very effective. And ::pause:: yep, Duo's asleep again. Now that is the strangest person I have ever met. Humph, probably one of those people Lady Une warns Mariemaia about.// During this time, Heero purposely checked his and Duo's mission boards for updates on their new mission. //Nothing yet again. Why am I not even surprised? We never get updates. It's just another 'Oh, they're the gundam pilots. They don't needed updates.' Argh, stinking HQ! Just 'cause we're good at what we do, doesn't mean we don't appreciate a few itsy bitsy hints once and awhile. Neesh!!//
With a double check that Duo was truly asleep Heero logged into a civilian email account. //Can't believe I was convinced to get this email! So much for the cold-hearted perfect soldier. Don't think it's a good thing that I was swayed so easily. A pair of batting eyelashes and BAM! Thank whatever gods or deities out there that none of the other guys know about this. He he he he he!! I got a new email.// Colour visibly drained from the usually stoic boy's face as his breathing stilled. //Oh my gawd!! I did not just giggle!! No, no, no, no, NO! This is wrong, so very wrong. This is all their fault. What with all the giggling, laughing, patting on the shoulder when they're brave enough, suggestive comments, and joking. Hmm, this must be a result of their 'Project Humanize Heero' they've been "secretly" working on. Hn, who would have thought it would be so effective.//
Giving himself a mental shake, Heero proceeded to open the new email.
Hee-chan,
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away are present still with me,
For thou mot farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or if they sleep, my picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.(1)
See you soon.
With a devious smirk that would have made Duo proud, Heero began preparing a 'response' to the obvious love poem sent.
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Wufei's POV
//Tick. In. Tick. Out. Tick. In. Tick. Out. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. ::mental cringe:: That is not part of the meditation process. Hmm, note to self, get quieter alarm for meditation.// Wufei slowly reached out and shut off the alarm clock blaring to the world that it was 7 o'clock. After a leisurely stretch, he smoothly rose to his feet.
//Finally a productive day. Well, for some of us anyway. Duo will just charm the ladies, eat as much food as possible, and fool around. But the rest of us will be productive. Can't believe we are stuck here for four months. Well at least I'm not stuck rooming with anyone. ::smirk:: Duo with his incessant talking and Quatre always knowing what you're feeling. Ugh, how do the others cope? Mmm, I need a shower.// And of course, a shower he did have. A nice, warm, soothing, 30-minute shower.
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Feeling refreshed, Wufei came out of the steam filled bathroom neatly groomed and clothed: jet black hair pulled back in a strict ponytail, and blue tank top perfectly tucked into snow white pants. Wufei sat down at the table in his dorm room. Booting up his laptop, he when through the usually routine of checking for mission updates. //Ha! When I told Sally that the weak shouldn't be fighting, her and Une must have stuck the all in the office jobs at HQ. This is pathetic. There is no justice in this at all. The weak shouldn't even have a government job. Then maybe we will be treated as equals rather than being set upon a pedestal. How are we supposed to search for a person of unknown description and not have any outside help? At least in the war we had the scientists.//
::sigh:: "Well, maybe I'll have some email instead. Good email too, none of that disturbing junk mail. ::shudder:: I really don't want to know what that weak onna would do with the horse or what it looks like to see cum all over some girls face. Sick sick sick people I tell you. Just sick. Damn talking to myself again. Starting to think it's a good thing I don't have a roommate. I'd be as annoying as Duo." Chuckling openly to himself, Wufei began going through his email.
Wu-bear,
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away are present still with me,
For thou mot farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or if they sleep, my picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
See you soon.
Not quite sure how to react to the email, Wufei made a quick reply basically consisting of the word "freak" in big bold letters.
With a shake of his head, Wufei rose from the table and did a quick check of his room. //Neat and tidy. Nothing out of place and nothing that can risk the mission is in view.// With that, Wufei headed for the large school cafeteria to meet up with the guys before their first official day of school.
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Trowa's POV
//Huh? Hmm, Wufei's alarm is going off. Time to get up.// Stretching languidly Trowa sits up in bed. //Ack! Gawd! Too bright, too bright. Dang bangs, they are always sticking up in the morning. I need a toque(2) or something to keep them down. Oh gawd, blonde bubbly fury at 8 o'clock and moving in fast.//
The bundle of joy, commonly known as Quatre, tackled Trowa with a great big bear hug. "Good morning Trowa. Sleep well??" //He asks the same thing every morning and every morning I give him the same answer. You'd think he'd give up and just let me get some coffee in my system before playing 20 questions.// With a slight nod, Trowa acknowledges Quatre's greeting and answered his question all in one.
With that blinding Winner smile, Quatre bounced off to get ready for the day. //I really don't understand how someone can be that happy. I know I've never been that happy . . . ever. What is there to be that happy? It's just another day on the job. Forced to live in secret, never knowing whom we can truly trust. Hmm, maybe it's just another mask. No, masks have to come down sometime and he looks like that in his sleep. I just don't understand.// Slipping on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, Trowa quickly got ready for his morning jog.
//Ok, hair fixed? Check. Shoes on and tied? Check. Quatre giving me worried looks? Check. Right, ready for my jog.// Tipping his head ever so slightly to Quatre, Trowa left the room to get those proverbial juices going.
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Quatre's POV
//Oh Trowa. It's not normal to be that sad all the time. Don't you understand?? ::sigh:: I don't think you know what you're missing. But I'm sure if you just opened up a little, we can fill that empty void you have deep down in there.// "Why won't you let us in?" A small smile crept across Quatre's cherubic face.
Heading for a quick shower, Quatre pushed all those dark thoughts to the back of his mind for another time. //Maybe I'll ask the guys what they think we should do. ::shrug:: Can't hurt.//
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Unsure as to when Trowa will be back from his jog, Quatre quickly finished his morning shower. Sitting down at the rooms one and only desk, Quatre started up his laptop and checked his and Trowa's mission boards. Muttering about the lack of updates, Quatre proceeded to check his personal email. Skimming through emails from WEI and Rashid, he became very happy he was not at 'real' work right now. Dressed up in a suit, sitting all day, telling people twice or even thrice his age what to do. Sure it sounds pretty sweet, but that's until you realize how ignorant some people can truly be.
Sweaty and glistening, Trowa returned from his jog. //Grr, why can't he look like that more often? Mmmm, this and Heero make this job livable. Oh, oh, oh, and he has one hell of a six-pack. Lean thighs, finely tanned skin. I forgetting how appealing Trowa looks all sweaty.// "Welcome back Trowa. Have a good jog? There were no MU's(3) today. Better hurry, we only have ten minutes until we meet with the guys." All Quatre got back for his efforts was a slight nod before Trowa went to the bathroom, fresh clothes in hand.
A shower later, Trowa and Quatre made their way down to the school cafeteria.
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Duo's POV
//Something's wrong . . . or at least out of place. Hmm, ok, look like you're still asleep Duo. Deep even breathing, body lax, and, for goodness-sakes, stop eye movement.// Mental checklist done with, Duo commenced working on his senses to try and figure out what woke him up.
//Ok, this is no problem. Listen. What do you hear? Tick, tick, tick. Clock at 9 o'clock (direction-wise). Tap, tap, tap. Wait a sec, there is no tap, tap, tap. Where the hell is Heero? Was he taken out? Did he leave without me?// Despite himself, Duo's heartbeat began to increase. //All right, all right. Relax. One problem at a time. Something still woke me up.//
That's when Duo sensed the body leaning over him. //Shit, shit, shit, shit!! Ok, think Duo, think. What can you learn about this guy. Guy? Hmm, yeah, definitely a guy. Light musky scent with a hint of soap and toothpaste. Hmm, he doesn't smell all that bad. Wait a second!! I know that smell. Argh!! All that for nothing.// With a sigh of annoyance, Duo opened his eyes.
"Took you long enough" replied the smug looking Heero. Tossing duo a pair of clean clothes Heero got up from his crouch. "Hurry or you'll be late for breakfast." With a low moan, Duo threw the covers over his head and began to pull off his boxers. "I really can't see how you can possibly get dressed under your blankets. What's the point? You'll just have to get out of bed eventually anyways." //Holy crap!! Heero must be in a really good mood. Not only is he talking, he's even making conversation. Quick, think. You have to keep him talking.//
"Well, incase you haven't noticed, it's freezing in the room. Not to mention, it's so warm and comfy and warm and warm. And did I mention warm? So . . . umm, any mission updates today?" //Oh, that was lame. So very, very lame. You just couldn't think of anything better could you? Argh!!//
"No updates yet again." came Heero's curt response. //Was that annoyance and bitterness I heard? Well isn't that an interesting development. Hmm, PHH (Project Humanize Heero) must be actually working. Ha! Just wait 'til the guys find out.//
"Figures. So tell me again why all five of us are on this mission." //He he he he, mission stuff. It always gets him talking. Where is that shirt? Did he even give me one?//
Heero, watching from the desk in the small dorm room, smirked as said black shirt fell to the floor. Looking back up to the moving pile of blankets, mirth danced across his face. "All five of us are on the mission because five exchange students were scheduled to come here from Rupert High(4). Don't you think it would be just a little suspicious if four of the five didn't know the fifth person when they're all supposed to be from the same classes and school? Besides, like you say so often, 'more the merrier'." Heero's smirk grew as the lump of blankets froze at the saying.
//Ok . . . Heero's in a very good mood. And where is that damn shirt?!?// Scrambling around one last time to find the shirt, Duo was about to ask about said damned shirt. "On the floor, baka." came Heero from out of the blue. //Floor? What on earth is he talking about?// Sticking his head out from under the blankets, which happened to be at the foot of the bed now, he gave Heero a confused look. "The shirt. It's on the floor." replied Heero calmly despite the mirth that was showing through his eyes.
Blushing, Duo threw off his covers and quickly picked up the runaway shirt. Slipping it on and buttoning it up, Duo headed for the bathroom. "How long 'til we meet up with the guys for breakfast?" Duo asked as he undid his long fraying braid. As if on cue, Duo's stomach rumbled ferociously. "He he he, I guess you could say I'm kinda hungry." ::Mental banging of head on counter top:: //Ugh! I can't believe that just happened. Evil stomach. You're against me, aren't you?//
As casually as possible, Duo deterred his gaze from his now undone hair to Heero's reflection in the mirror. With a lift of a smooth dark brown eyebrow, Heero let a small smirk show on his face as he made his reply. "And when aren't you hungry?" //Ah! How low! Quick, act hurt.//
Raising his hand in a most dramatic way to his chest, Duo pasted on a hurt puppy dog look. "I'm hurt Heero, really hurt. You know I have a high metabolism and I haven't eaten all night. What do you expect of me?"
"Hn, breakfast is in 10 minutes. Hurry up." And just like that, Heero ended that conversation. //Damn. Ok, maybe I over did it a little. ::sigh:: Well,// Looking down at his hair. //Only one other thing to try.//
"Eh, Heero. Can you please help me with my hair? For the life of me, I will not finish in time. Please??(5)" With a huge grin plastered all over Duo's face, he handed Heero the comb and was guided to the desk chair.
Needless to say, five minutes later, Heero and Duo were grabbing their book bags and heading for breakfast with the guys.
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(1)=The poem: actually, it's a sonnet, but whatever. It's by Shakespeare, umm, it's called "Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart". Which is weird 'cause most of his sonnets are just numbered.
(2)=toque: yes as in the winter hat people wear. And no, this is not a weird thing to do, I do it. Of course, it's not to keep my bangs down. He he he.
(3)=MU's: Mission Updates. This was just too tempting. This is for all the people in my Classics class. Moo~
(4)=Rupert High: well, nothing too exciting, Rupert is the name of my trusty dictionary. Most people just accept these 'unique' qualities that I seem to acquire so very easily.
(5)=Ok, this may seem OOC to people, but this story does take place after both wars and, you know, bonding occurs whether we want it to or not. Besides, my story, my rules apply.
Cob: Ha ha!! Finally finished. No more pokes from Amy!!
Connor: You know she's just gonna poke us for Chapter 2 right?
Cob: -_-' I'm not talking to you.
Creed: Do you two do anything other than bicker??
Carolyn: Now, now. Lets all relax. We have finished another part, be happy. And for those reading, REVIEW!! I mean, we'd feel most honored if you did. And thanks Bob for beta readin' this.
Rating: PG, language
Warnings: Hope no one has a fear of mindless routines, getting up early or empty death threats.
A/N: OK, don't get mad at me for the OOCness 'cause I warned you last time about it. Anyhoo, I can picture this happening to Duo after awhile. I should know, it happens to me. Drives me up the bloody wall, why shouldn't it drive others up the wall too? Damn routines!! And as for Rae chan. Thanks for the review!! How can asking for more hints be a criticism?? Ha, I was just happy to get some comments. But I'm afraid that you won't be getting any major hints in this chapter. At least none that you would notice as hints. Tee hee hee. And Nadia, thanks for the review!! Hope it wasn't too difficult to do. And to all reading, reviews are always welcome. I don't care if it's just to say hi or if it's a flame. Sure I'll laugh openly at the flame and most likely pin it up in my locker, but, hey, a flame is better than no review at all.
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::blah:: - actions I'm too lazy to write out in whole sentences
*blah* - emphasis on words
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Strife
Chapter 1 - The Mindless Routine
Monday, day 3 of mission
Duo's POV
6:43 AM
//This really has to stop. Every single morning, the same bloody time.// Duo complained silently in his head. He'd been lying in bed for 13 minutes now. Doing what you ask. Counting down of course!! //I think he's contagious. This is the second morning in a row this has happened. AHHhhhh!!! What if I start taking on some of his more charming personalities?? What if I start dressing like him??//
6:44 AM
//All right. 60 seconds to go. I can stop this. I can will this not to happen. It's all a mater of the mind. Sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep...// The continuous mantra increased in speed as the seconds counted down. Then again, it hadn't worked yesterday and it was about to not work once again.
6:45 AM
Blink blink. //Argh! Heero's up.// ::Multiple colourful curses ensue mentally:: During the mental curse-a-thon of Heero's impeccable timing, Duo continued to observe Heero from under the cover of his horde of blankets.
Heero's lithe body twisted and stretched about in bed like a cat just awakening from a peaceful nap. //Drool. Drool. Damn salivary glands! Mmm, what I wouldn't give to be under those covers with *that* wild, untamable beast.// ::Mental smirk::
6:46 AM
//And now the unveiling.// Duo, who up until this point was working quite diligently at maintaining steady deep breathing to fool Heero, was about to throw all caution to the wind. With the grace of a cat, Heero stealthily made his way out of bed and bee lined straight to the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. Now out of Duo's line of view, Duo resorted to creating a mental picture in his head. //Ah yes, the running of the shower. He he he. Hee-chan didn't close the bathroom door again. Mmm, naked Hee-chan having a hot steamy shower. Mmmmm. What more could a person ask for?// A knowing smirk crawled across Duo's face at the dirty answer that came to mind.
6:51 AM
//And water shut off. Ha ha!! Who the hell needs a clock when you have Heero? ::silent chuckles ensue:: Hmmm, silent . . . must be toweling off. Damn lucky towel!//
6:52:30 AM
//Damn, not even a bloody second off! Mmmm. ::Dreamy look crosses Duo's face:: Lucky toothbrush. He he he he, or lucky person right after. Wuah ha ha ha ha ha ha . . . I definitely need to get a life.// Sounds from the bathroom continue as Heero quickly, yet efficiently brushes his teeth.
6:55 AM
//Ha ha ha! Lights!// Bathroom light turns off. //Camera!// Heero re-enters the bedroom and goes back to Duo's line of sight. //Action!// And with that, off went the damp white towel around Heero's waist. But, of course, Heero being Mr. Efficient, he had that long green tank top already on, hiding all those private extremities. //Ok, sure. The tank top and black spandex don't leave much to the imagination, but it would be so much better is I didn't have to imagine...//
Needless to say, at 6:56 AM, Heero was seated, fully dressed and groomed, in front of his laptop and Duo didn't get the action he was looking for once again. //Damn, stupid laptop!! Gets more attention and affection than I ever do. And what is Hee-chan doing? Most likely . . . no, no, is checking for a mission update. There wasn't one at 11:45 last night, Heero. There isn't one now. You should know this by now.// And with Duo and Heero's "act" done, Duo fell back asleep.
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Heero's POV
//Hn. 6:56 again. This normal routine is very effective. And ::pause:: yep, Duo's asleep again. Now that is the strangest person I have ever met. Humph, probably one of those people Lady Une warns Mariemaia about.// During this time, Heero purposely checked his and Duo's mission boards for updates on their new mission. //Nothing yet again. Why am I not even surprised? We never get updates. It's just another 'Oh, they're the gundam pilots. They don't needed updates.' Argh, stinking HQ! Just 'cause we're good at what we do, doesn't mean we don't appreciate a few itsy bitsy hints once and awhile. Neesh!!//
With a double check that Duo was truly asleep Heero logged into a civilian email account. //Can't believe I was convinced to get this email! So much for the cold-hearted perfect soldier. Don't think it's a good thing that I was swayed so easily. A pair of batting eyelashes and BAM! Thank whatever gods or deities out there that none of the other guys know about this. He he he he he!! I got a new email.// Colour visibly drained from the usually stoic boy's face as his breathing stilled. //Oh my gawd!! I did not just giggle!! No, no, no, no, NO! This is wrong, so very wrong. This is all their fault. What with all the giggling, laughing, patting on the shoulder when they're brave enough, suggestive comments, and joking. Hmm, this must be a result of their 'Project Humanize Heero' they've been "secretly" working on. Hn, who would have thought it would be so effective.//
Giving himself a mental shake, Heero proceeded to open the new email.
Hee-chan,
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away are present still with me,
For thou mot farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or if they sleep, my picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.(1)
See you soon.
With a devious smirk that would have made Duo proud, Heero began preparing a 'response' to the obvious love poem sent.
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Wufei's POV
//Tick. In. Tick. Out. Tick. In. Tick. Out. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. ::mental cringe:: That is not part of the meditation process. Hmm, note to self, get quieter alarm for meditation.// Wufei slowly reached out and shut off the alarm clock blaring to the world that it was 7 o'clock. After a leisurely stretch, he smoothly rose to his feet.
//Finally a productive day. Well, for some of us anyway. Duo will just charm the ladies, eat as much food as possible, and fool around. But the rest of us will be productive. Can't believe we are stuck here for four months. Well at least I'm not stuck rooming with anyone. ::smirk:: Duo with his incessant talking and Quatre always knowing what you're feeling. Ugh, how do the others cope? Mmm, I need a shower.// And of course, a shower he did have. A nice, warm, soothing, 30-minute shower.
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Feeling refreshed, Wufei came out of the steam filled bathroom neatly groomed and clothed: jet black hair pulled back in a strict ponytail, and blue tank top perfectly tucked into snow white pants. Wufei sat down at the table in his dorm room. Booting up his laptop, he when through the usually routine of checking for mission updates. //Ha! When I told Sally that the weak shouldn't be fighting, her and Une must have stuck the all in the office jobs at HQ. This is pathetic. There is no justice in this at all. The weak shouldn't even have a government job. Then maybe we will be treated as equals rather than being set upon a pedestal. How are we supposed to search for a person of unknown description and not have any outside help? At least in the war we had the scientists.//
::sigh:: "Well, maybe I'll have some email instead. Good email too, none of that disturbing junk mail. ::shudder:: I really don't want to know what that weak onna would do with the horse or what it looks like to see cum all over some girls face. Sick sick sick people I tell you. Just sick. Damn talking to myself again. Starting to think it's a good thing I don't have a roommate. I'd be as annoying as Duo." Chuckling openly to himself, Wufei began going through his email.
Wu-bear,
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away are present still with me,
For thou mot farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or if they sleep, my picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
See you soon.
Not quite sure how to react to the email, Wufei made a quick reply basically consisting of the word "freak" in big bold letters.
With a shake of his head, Wufei rose from the table and did a quick check of his room. //Neat and tidy. Nothing out of place and nothing that can risk the mission is in view.// With that, Wufei headed for the large school cafeteria to meet up with the guys before their first official day of school.
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Trowa's POV
//Huh? Hmm, Wufei's alarm is going off. Time to get up.// Stretching languidly Trowa sits up in bed. //Ack! Gawd! Too bright, too bright. Dang bangs, they are always sticking up in the morning. I need a toque(2) or something to keep them down. Oh gawd, blonde bubbly fury at 8 o'clock and moving in fast.//
The bundle of joy, commonly known as Quatre, tackled Trowa with a great big bear hug. "Good morning Trowa. Sleep well??" //He asks the same thing every morning and every morning I give him the same answer. You'd think he'd give up and just let me get some coffee in my system before playing 20 questions.// With a slight nod, Trowa acknowledges Quatre's greeting and answered his question all in one.
With that blinding Winner smile, Quatre bounced off to get ready for the day. //I really don't understand how someone can be that happy. I know I've never been that happy . . . ever. What is there to be that happy? It's just another day on the job. Forced to live in secret, never knowing whom we can truly trust. Hmm, maybe it's just another mask. No, masks have to come down sometime and he looks like that in his sleep. I just don't understand.// Slipping on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, Trowa quickly got ready for his morning jog.
//Ok, hair fixed? Check. Shoes on and tied? Check. Quatre giving me worried looks? Check. Right, ready for my jog.// Tipping his head ever so slightly to Quatre, Trowa left the room to get those proverbial juices going.
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Quatre's POV
//Oh Trowa. It's not normal to be that sad all the time. Don't you understand?? ::sigh:: I don't think you know what you're missing. But I'm sure if you just opened up a little, we can fill that empty void you have deep down in there.// "Why won't you let us in?" A small smile crept across Quatre's cherubic face.
Heading for a quick shower, Quatre pushed all those dark thoughts to the back of his mind for another time. //Maybe I'll ask the guys what they think we should do. ::shrug:: Can't hurt.//
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Unsure as to when Trowa will be back from his jog, Quatre quickly finished his morning shower. Sitting down at the rooms one and only desk, Quatre started up his laptop and checked his and Trowa's mission boards. Muttering about the lack of updates, Quatre proceeded to check his personal email. Skimming through emails from WEI and Rashid, he became very happy he was not at 'real' work right now. Dressed up in a suit, sitting all day, telling people twice or even thrice his age what to do. Sure it sounds pretty sweet, but that's until you realize how ignorant some people can truly be.
Sweaty and glistening, Trowa returned from his jog. //Grr, why can't he look like that more often? Mmmm, this and Heero make this job livable. Oh, oh, oh, and he has one hell of a six-pack. Lean thighs, finely tanned skin. I forgetting how appealing Trowa looks all sweaty.// "Welcome back Trowa. Have a good jog? There were no MU's(3) today. Better hurry, we only have ten minutes until we meet with the guys." All Quatre got back for his efforts was a slight nod before Trowa went to the bathroom, fresh clothes in hand.
A shower later, Trowa and Quatre made their way down to the school cafeteria.
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Duo's POV
//Something's wrong . . . or at least out of place. Hmm, ok, look like you're still asleep Duo. Deep even breathing, body lax, and, for goodness-sakes, stop eye movement.// Mental checklist done with, Duo commenced working on his senses to try and figure out what woke him up.
//Ok, this is no problem. Listen. What do you hear? Tick, tick, tick. Clock at 9 o'clock (direction-wise). Tap, tap, tap. Wait a sec, there is no tap, tap, tap. Where the hell is Heero? Was he taken out? Did he leave without me?// Despite himself, Duo's heartbeat began to increase. //All right, all right. Relax. One problem at a time. Something still woke me up.//
That's when Duo sensed the body leaning over him. //Shit, shit, shit, shit!! Ok, think Duo, think. What can you learn about this guy. Guy? Hmm, yeah, definitely a guy. Light musky scent with a hint of soap and toothpaste. Hmm, he doesn't smell all that bad. Wait a second!! I know that smell. Argh!! All that for nothing.// With a sigh of annoyance, Duo opened his eyes.
"Took you long enough" replied the smug looking Heero. Tossing duo a pair of clean clothes Heero got up from his crouch. "Hurry or you'll be late for breakfast." With a low moan, Duo threw the covers over his head and began to pull off his boxers. "I really can't see how you can possibly get dressed under your blankets. What's the point? You'll just have to get out of bed eventually anyways." //Holy crap!! Heero must be in a really good mood. Not only is he talking, he's even making conversation. Quick, think. You have to keep him talking.//
"Well, incase you haven't noticed, it's freezing in the room. Not to mention, it's so warm and comfy and warm and warm. And did I mention warm? So . . . umm, any mission updates today?" //Oh, that was lame. So very, very lame. You just couldn't think of anything better could you? Argh!!//
"No updates yet again." came Heero's curt response. //Was that annoyance and bitterness I heard? Well isn't that an interesting development. Hmm, PHH (Project Humanize Heero) must be actually working. Ha! Just wait 'til the guys find out.//
"Figures. So tell me again why all five of us are on this mission." //He he he he, mission stuff. It always gets him talking. Where is that shirt? Did he even give me one?//
Heero, watching from the desk in the small dorm room, smirked as said black shirt fell to the floor. Looking back up to the moving pile of blankets, mirth danced across his face. "All five of us are on the mission because five exchange students were scheduled to come here from Rupert High(4). Don't you think it would be just a little suspicious if four of the five didn't know the fifth person when they're all supposed to be from the same classes and school? Besides, like you say so often, 'more the merrier'." Heero's smirk grew as the lump of blankets froze at the saying.
//Ok . . . Heero's in a very good mood. And where is that damn shirt?!?// Scrambling around one last time to find the shirt, Duo was about to ask about said damned shirt. "On the floor, baka." came Heero from out of the blue. //Floor? What on earth is he talking about?// Sticking his head out from under the blankets, which happened to be at the foot of the bed now, he gave Heero a confused look. "The shirt. It's on the floor." replied Heero calmly despite the mirth that was showing through his eyes.
Blushing, Duo threw off his covers and quickly picked up the runaway shirt. Slipping it on and buttoning it up, Duo headed for the bathroom. "How long 'til we meet up with the guys for breakfast?" Duo asked as he undid his long fraying braid. As if on cue, Duo's stomach rumbled ferociously. "He he he, I guess you could say I'm kinda hungry." ::Mental banging of head on counter top:: //Ugh! I can't believe that just happened. Evil stomach. You're against me, aren't you?//
As casually as possible, Duo deterred his gaze from his now undone hair to Heero's reflection in the mirror. With a lift of a smooth dark brown eyebrow, Heero let a small smirk show on his face as he made his reply. "And when aren't you hungry?" //Ah! How low! Quick, act hurt.//
Raising his hand in a most dramatic way to his chest, Duo pasted on a hurt puppy dog look. "I'm hurt Heero, really hurt. You know I have a high metabolism and I haven't eaten all night. What do you expect of me?"
"Hn, breakfast is in 10 minutes. Hurry up." And just like that, Heero ended that conversation. //Damn. Ok, maybe I over did it a little. ::sigh:: Well,// Looking down at his hair. //Only one other thing to try.//
"Eh, Heero. Can you please help me with my hair? For the life of me, I will not finish in time. Please??(5)" With a huge grin plastered all over Duo's face, he handed Heero the comb and was guided to the desk chair.
Needless to say, five minutes later, Heero and Duo were grabbing their book bags and heading for breakfast with the guys.
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(1)=The poem: actually, it's a sonnet, but whatever. It's by Shakespeare, umm, it's called "Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart". Which is weird 'cause most of his sonnets are just numbered.
(2)=toque: yes as in the winter hat people wear. And no, this is not a weird thing to do, I do it. Of course, it's not to keep my bangs down. He he he.
(3)=MU's: Mission Updates. This was just too tempting. This is for all the people in my Classics class. Moo~
(4)=Rupert High: well, nothing too exciting, Rupert is the name of my trusty dictionary. Most people just accept these 'unique' qualities that I seem to acquire so very easily.
(5)=Ok, this may seem OOC to people, but this story does take place after both wars and, you know, bonding occurs whether we want it to or not. Besides, my story, my rules apply.
Cob: Ha ha!! Finally finished. No more pokes from Amy!!
Connor: You know she's just gonna poke us for Chapter 2 right?
Cob: -_-' I'm not talking to you.
Creed: Do you two do anything other than bicker??
Carolyn: Now, now. Lets all relax. We have finished another part, be happy. And for those reading, REVIEW!! I mean, we'd feel most honored if you did. And thanks Bob for beta readin' this.
