~ Crazy Is As Crazy Does, pt.2~
By: Anime Redneck
6-24-03 ~ 7-12-03
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Disclaimer: I don't own the GW Guys nor the song "Mi Vida Loca" by Pam Tillis'. I do however own the plot, meh truck and ye canna 'ave either! ^__^ I also don't own MC Hammer's "Hammer Time"... Hot Action Cop's "Fever for the Flava"... or Micheal Peterson's "Lost In The Shuffle".. or umm that one song from Waynes World, "Ballroom Blitz"... there's only small snipits of them in here...
Notes: .Okies, we all know it's a songfic, and the song lyrics for such are between the ~*~ @ ~*~ .. rightly so. BUT there's also slong lyrics INSIDE the story itself.. that have nothing to do with Pam Tillis' song... Those lyrics are known like this.. "~See?"~ ..that shows the lyrics... okies now your free to go read. ^_^
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Sweetheart before this night is through
I could fall in love with you
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It was a wonderful day! Hopping from street corner to corner, neglecting to drive that day Duo's smile lit the sky. He had most of his new apartment put together, all his more valuable things settled; which meant his entertainment system and bedroom were set ready to go. He had spent all day indoors, itching for when nightfall came, six o'clock to be precise. And why six o'clock? Easy! His mind cheered. That was the time Heero said he got off and would either drive over or walk over to the Hall.
Duo had spent sometime that night trying to figure out just what the wild haired hot young man drove. Truck maybe? Definitely wasn't a car, Hades could strike him down if it was. Heero just wasn't the type to be driving those dinky little things. Nope, not a car. It was a tie between trucks and motorcycle; either one could bring up a heat raising image. Shifting in his becoming constricting clothing, his mind turned to other things; like Heero Yuy.
Most of the day while half of his hyper mind was figuring out which position his TV, radio, couch, baseball collection and the like would look good in; his other half was pondering the new cutie named Heero Yuy and what he knew of him. Which was nothing.
J-babe hadn't been the best with dislodging information on the man who looked every bit one but still held that childish air to him. Not that he was one to talk! He was twenty-three years old and refused to grow up more then he had to; which left him acting like a hyper active little kid at most times. But this Heero had him fit to be tied. J-babe had at least assured him that Heero was turning twenty-five in a few little months - like two! - and that he was a very serious fellow to be around.
Well ya could've fooled him! The whole time Duo had been around the quiet Japanese the night before he had noticed that even if he didn't talk, wasn't joining in some small joke with him, his eyes sparkled the loveliest shade of blue in the Hall's lighting; noticed how they twinkled with mirth at his and Trowa's brotherly bickering. Sure the guy was "serious" looking, more so while he was quiet, but there wasn't the problem of having to remove some "stick from his ass" like most "serious" people he knew. Heero looked the part don't get him wrong! Heero most certainly looked like a sever pain in the ass when it was time to have fun. Like he would be the first person to protest against it saying he had work to do and try weaseling out of it.
But he didn't act it!
Usually people like that would *not* be that open towards complete and total strangers. If anything they were cold faced, beyond quiet, snapped at the smallest joke made on them, looked like they'd shit rocks to crystal if pressed to have any amount of fun and be the first to call it a night and bark out a "bye" never bothering with a "goodbye".
Heero Yuy may have looked like the perfect "serious" person on anyone's sheet personalities, but he sure blew the dickens outta his "serious person analysis" he'd thought up. Frowning a little Duo waited for the light to change. He was still a good five blocks from the Hall.
Heero Yuy was a serious person; no one could mistake that in him. It was his chiseled features, those piercing blue eyes... the build of his body that screamed "martial arts!" and the air around him, his aura some people would call it, were quite stern in nature. Hell, the way he walked was at times with precise movements! So Heero wherever he worked was sure to be called a hard ass behind his back. Somehow Duo knew while the other worked he didn't take any shit and playing around was a no-no.
But then there's that other side to him. The side that his aura of dark intense blue, held lighter edges, softening the other color... the way his eyes would light up twinkling at a joke, how they narrowed a little sparkling at the ones he threw out while trying to look serious about them. He failed miserably at it. You don't smirk while trying to be serious about joking; it just kills the whole thing! But Duo hadn't minded one damn bit. Hell no! Not when that smirk made him look even more handsome then he already looked. It had to be a crime, to change the lip sitting so little and make his appearance more beautiful.
Then again, that was Heero for you. He had come to find out that Heero was full of many surprises, twists and turns of his personality that were sure to keep him guessing all the while. Like that having a kiddish air about him deal. How the hell does one as him, as old as he is, as "rough" as he is... his life had to be some sort of Hell to get him acting like a army man of forty something... But how the Hell in all of that did he retain parts of him that looked and acted like a curious child? Could anyone answer that for him, please? Even J-babe hadn't been able to answer him that besides a, "'Es a strong lad Duo hun. Ain't 'ad tha best ah beh thinkin'... ye just need ta git ta know 'im."
That did *not* help him any!
He's strong. Duo knew this. If picking his ass up a good four inches off the floor without looking like it was a strain to move him out of his way was any indication of Heero's strength, then Duo knew this first hand when he wouldn't move out of the other's shooting area the other night. Trowa had gotten quite the shock and laugh out of that happening.
He also knew, like he thought before, that Heero's life couldn't have been that easy. There was no way in Hell it would to get him looking like he did. He could be a very strict man, he knew just by gazing at his face, his eyes when they weren't joking around. There had been a few times during the night he'd let them just settle on the Japanese man taking in his appearance, studying him... Heero's eyes had a inward look to them while he thought, they looked colder, harder, to Duo... eyes he had decided he didn't like as much as the lively, sparkling cobalt's from when they talked together.
Smiling hopping up on the next curve Duo's violet orbs turned skyward, noticing the fading colors were turning to look like Heero's eyes. Heero had asked him several times that night about his braid, his pride and joy. He held a childlike curiousness about it, as if he'd never seen anything like it before and was amazed that anyone (male) could have hair like that. Duo had noticed a few times where the deep blues had lighten in color, his sun golden hand reaching out from his side just a bit, as if wanting to touch it to see what he felt like... before he snatched his hand back to his side, a slight frown marring his beautiful face, but those eyes never changed that curious shade of blue. The shade Duo had labeled Heero's "childish" side.
You see... When Heero became curious about something (a thing Duo was sure wasn't shown while working) his eyes lit up this twinkling royal blue color, they kept twinkling until his curiousness was set at ease... Then, when they joked around, they would light up brighter then before almost as if just joining in with others playfully had been denied to him as a kid and he was just figuring out how to do it, how much fun it could be... While Duo wasn't sure on this as being fact, he was willing to bet his entertainment system that it was. There was just something about the guy that pulled at his heart, wanting to be around him, to show him what he'd been missing as a kid and see if he couldn't get him to open up a bit.
Hell, he already had a small wild streak in him! It wouldn't be that much work to get it flared to life fully! Grinning crossing the last street between him and Tsuki Doriimaa's Tengoku, Duo decided taking on making Heero Yuy live life to the fullest was now his new mission in life.
Walking up to the glass doors he stopped, startled. Was that what Jean had in hope for him? When she introduced him to Heero the other night? That he would somehow teach the other boy how to live and have fun like he most likely hadn't in his past years?
"heh Well I'll be damned! J-babe knows me too damn well! And shit if he ain't the looker either!" striding through the door he immediately caught the closed root beer tossed at him with a grin. Mission Accepted.
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Come dancing on the edge with me
Let my passion set you free
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"Barton slow down!" The other didn't of course, "Trowa!" Damnit his arm was going to be pulled from its socket by the tall amazon if he didn't slow down! He was not in the mood to be running, he had been running all day. While he did not mind, even loved his job, it had been a day for chasing after stupid individuals that never knew when to give up and it was, for once with relief, that he could walk at a normal persons pace. Sadly for him, his partner seemed to want to hurry up to this pool hall he always spoke of.
His auburn haired Frenchman spoke highly of the place and a new friend he had met there. Frowning the young man struggling to keep up with the other's longer legs remembered, he had yet to meet Trowa's other friend he was always meeting there to play pool with. Shaking his head a warily smile formed as the place in question came into view. Though he had yet to meet this mysterious man, his hearing of him never seized. Seemed the other, a year their younger, was a jokester extreme and was always doing something that his partner just *had* to tell him about!
Not that he minded! Oh no, he loved listening to the smooth tenor of Trowa's voice, it always put him at ease on rough days... soothed his sore spots and just made him feel warmer. That, coupled with the admittedly hilarious tales of this Maxwell's doings, was always a nice way to end the day... among other ways... a grin split his tanned lips.
"Come on!" tugging a bit more on the slender arm in his grip Trowa smirked, "Come on!" They were going to be late meeting up with Duo and Heero... if Heero was even here by then. He had a feeling he knew that name, Yuy, from somewhere and if his thoughts were right. Then this night would prove them true, and his key to doing this? The little fiery man to his right.
"I am coming Trowa! Why don't you try slowing down a bit so I can *walk,* then you would not have to be pulling me!" I do not remember one other time when I have seen his this hyper. It was amusing really, the darker skinned man smiled thoughtfully. It seemed his partner had finally found someone other then himself, which he could enjoy a more or less quiet time together. It was wonderful, truly since he was always withdrawn from people to not make new friends.
They had been living in this town a good four years now and Trowa had yet to make new friends. It was only recently the last year or so that he had started coming home telling of a longhaired braided goofball known as Duo Maxwell; and how he had persisted in bugging his tall friend until they played a game of pool and the other opened up having fun. Needless to say that is exactly what it took to get his tall friend from his personal shell he encased himself in when not about the house.
"We're here!!" The cheer, so unlike Trowa of two years ago, broke him from his retrieve. Looking up he found they were standing in front of an oddly nice looking building made to look like a bamboo forest... It was peculiar... he had to give credit there. The design would surely draw the eyes of many, having them wonder (like he was) what was inside of it. It looked like an antique shop, though from Trowa's telling him, he knew it was actually a pool hall. There was a beautifully done sign proclaiming, 'Tsuki Doriimaa's Tengoku'.
Now his Japanese was a little shaky from lack of use, but if his memory served him right, and it usually did... then 'Tsuki Doriimaa's Tengoku' translated into, 'Moon Dreamers Heaven'. A lovely name indeed, the sign was well arranged for such a place.
"Then lets enter and not keep your friends waiting, shall we?" smiling at the door held open the shorter of the two entered stopping after a few feet. It was... most interesting... he thought glancing around. The homely air of the place, for there was one, was unlike any other pool hall he had been to... Given those other places had no homely feel to it. This place was truly different from others... if not by the feel of it, then by the majorly clashing of Irish-Scottish with Western American.
He liked it. Was about to say as much, but he was suddenly cut off by his partner belting out, "Mama Jean!!" in a voice louder then he had previously heard yet. Embarrassed to admit, he jumped a few good inches at the unexpected cry, whipping around to glare half heartily up at the other man. Apparently it was not an uncommon occurrence because no one in the Hall seemed too interested in the shout, merely turning scant seconds to see who had called out; some were even smiling at them! That, dear he say, startled him just a small bit.
"Tro-darlin'? Beh tha ye laddie?!" hurrying her short plump body around the back's corner Jean smiled when she caught sight of her taller then life (for no one yet had beaten this lad's height) long banged endeavor. She had been set on getting that boy to open up since she met him the third time finding out he just moved here - two years ago! - and hadn't yet made another friend. Well she rightly set about changing *that* little tune and had him dancing the jig with that young Duo lad in no time at all! Duo was her best arsenal to use when she wanted some friendly company for her new people to open up to. Call her nosey or just old fashioned and sensitive, but she had a feeling for people and what they needed. Might've been just her motherly side, but she acted on it without a thought if she knew good would be brought from it.
"Trowa lad!" And he had a friend with him tonight! Now what was his name again? Wufa? Wula? Oh! Wufei! Such a strange name she guessed, but then so was her Heero's! Ambling up to the tallest of the pair she slung her small arms around his chest hugging him tightly; he wouldn't break... her on the other hand with her boys' hugs? Just might. Chuckling smiling at him, "'Ow ye doin' laddie? Deye know Duo beh 'ere alreade?"
Returning the woman's hug, though gentler, Trowa smiled down at her, "Yes, I figured he would be. He wastes no time in coming here any more."
"Nae!" She had noticed that also. Duo lad was nearly an hour early off in there chattering to anyone about anything like he always did waiting on his friends to come by. "Definitla nae since 'e beh meetin' 'Ero-pup!" Eyes twinkling in her own humored thoughts she turned hazel-blues on the shorter man, one she was happy to note was about her height, just about an inch or so taller then her, she could still look him in the eye without lifting her hand and getting a neck cramp.
Eye sweeping over the lithe strong looking Asian beside her French boy Jean nodded to herself approving of him. Oh she rightly knew it didn't really matter what she thought of the other for her Trowa to like him, but she knew too, that Trowa was watching for her approval having told her several times about the Chinese man he loved. She could see what there was to like about this boy. He had fiery passionate, velvet doe like eyes, hair like silk; his face was almost like that of her Heero-love's... chiseled but more rounded giving him a softer look that she was sure, most took and ran with... and ended up on their ass more times then not! Because like her Heero-love, she could see the slender muscles hidden under cameral flesh; though where Heero's was more noticeable this lad's was well hidden.
"An ye" not giving any warning of her coming, nor him the time to back off like he looked ready to do, Jean sidestepped three to the smaller boy engulfing him into a comforting hug with small arms. She felt him jump and tense, probably not sure what to do casting a questioning glance to his lover. Jean wanted to giggle at him she could picture it, but then she felt his body relax a little, his arms raise to awkwardly hug her back. Pulling away slowly, settling her hands on his misty gray covered shoulders, "Ye Wufei, are mightle welcome in meh 'umble abode!" stepping back over towards Trowa smiling Jean motioned the tall lad down to her level whispering in his ear watching as his eyes widened a bit standing back up smiling brighter then she'd seen yet.
"Erm..." glancing from one to the other Wufei gave a nervous little bow, "Pleased to meet you..." how unjust, he forgot the ladies name! Oh, "...Jean" almost forgotten.
"Aw now!" waving his skittish attempt off, "None of tha now laddie! Meh names Mary Jean Scott! Bu' ye canna call meh Mama Jean like tha rest of meh boys 'ere!"
Wufei blinked, studied the woman a bit more and nodded, smiling just a little, "Alright... Mama Jean" the name sounded... funny... rolling off his full lips like that. He'd never called anyone 'Mama' before. It usually was not proper where he was from... that and his mother had died while he was very young, so he hadn't the chance to call anyone that. He had a father though, so he knew how to treat men; it was women he held back with... for some reason he was not comfortable around women. Maybe it was the lack of a mother figure in his life while growing up, or maybe it was some other reason, buried deep within his subconscious.
But this tiny little lady made him feel... welcomed? At ease almost... Maybe it was the atmosphere of her pool hall or the fact that she hugged him like one of her own children? Or even still, the possibility that Trowa did not trust easily and had held this woman like she was his own mother... someone that Wufei had come to learn Trowa had not known, like himself, he was motherless while growing up. And this lady, Mary Jean, acted like (what he presumed) a natural mother to him... and to himself, someone she didn't even know! Or... turning his onyx eyes towards his French lover Wufei was forced to second-guess that last comment. Maybe, just maybe, Trowa had talked to her about him and thus she knew him already? Or felt like it. Either way, she made him feel more at ease then any other woman he had ever known... or ever would know.
"Great! Now ye betta beh 'eadin' on ta tha back t'ere Duo-lad's tearin' 'em up!"
"Can you send back two root beers please Mama Jean?"
"Aye lad, aye! Ah'll just beh sendin' Sam-love back t'ere wit' 'em for ye." catching the confused look in his partner's eyes, Jean smiled turning to him, "Sam beh meh engaged" voice filled with loving warmth, "We beh gittin' married in four months!" Her eyes, Wufei was sure, could not have gotten any brighter, "Ye can come wit ye lover 'ere! Ah canna make ye another spot!" Nodding to herself Jean waved them on, "Ye betta git goin' now loves, ye've got a 'iper Duo back yonder."
"Gods no..." shaking his head Trowa hurriedly lead his wondering lover to the back of the Hall where Jean directed him and noticed that this time, they had the back center table, where no one could see them, only if they came round the corners or someone played on the two tables beside them, could they be seen.
It was as they were turning the corner, Trowa's soft hand on the small of the Chinese's back guiding him, that they briefly saw a brown snake like object fly around prior to the sound of balls cracking. Swirling around in joyous circles at sinking three balls with one shot Duo was opening his mouth to yelp a cheer when he caught sight of Trowa's unique hair style entering around the corner before said boy did; instead of his cry of victory, he yelled out, "TROWA!! YOU'RE HERE!!!"
He was starting to like the place around him; the decor was nice, if not a bit odd... in the mixing of Irish and Western... yet Jean was able to pull it off nicely. He was, however, starting to really wonder about the woman when the full sized kilt hanging on the wall came into view. Was someone walking around town in just his briefs wondering where his skirt was? Gods above, what a sad case that would be! Snickering quietly he turned his attention to his partner opening his mouth to ask a question when an obnoxiously loud, "TROWA!! YOU'RE HERE!!!" cut him off causing him to jump a good foot shaking, "SHIT!"
Rounding the corner, Trowa fully leading him now, his face went red with either embarrassment or the scare of being blind-sided by a deafening voice most not anticipated. Seeing the culprit bouncing on the balls of his feet presumably having been waiting on them... rather, waiting on Trowa, Wufei's eyes narrowed, "Ancestors above man, don't *DO* THAT!" Gods his heart was still racing! How many people had he scared with a yell like that!? He could've sworn one poor child dived under the nearest pool table!
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Here in the firelight I see your tattoo
Mi vida loco, so you're crazy too
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"You're crazy Duo... I think Sam up front heard and broke a glass over it."
"Shit!" he actually looked shocked through is grinning, "Do ya think he'll charge me for it?" he chuckled.
"Nae if'n ye go clean it up!"
Jumping at the sudden voice Duo swore, "Jesus Mary mother of God, don't *DO* THAT!"
"Justice!" Wufei laughed out loud, "Teaches you right ya damned fool!"
Watching between the two Jean smiled happily with herself. Yes, those two would bring quite the racket into their semi-quiet home. Setting down the requested drinks plus one for Duo, she heard his muffled air breathed, "Well I guess I should go help clean it up." She was about to say something to this when a new voice joined the club, soft but strong and loud in it's own way.
"You don't have to I've already taken care of it."
There was a smirk behind the voice that caused two new peacefully relaxed people to jump out of their skin. "Hell's Angels be damned! Don't *DO* THAT!" one shouted clutching under his leather jacket where his heart was. The other, jumping for the third time that damn night, glared, "Cotton pickin' son of a--Don't *DO* THAT!!"
To the newly arrived Heero, it was the funniest thing in the world. The two had jumped crying out at the same time. Each 'don't do that' was spoken in sync with the other despite Duo's more colorful, longer, word usage; he spoke faster.
Getting over his jumping at Duo's yelling Wufei had started to settle into the warm arms behind him. I was calming down when Mary entered; at least she was someone else in the premises I knew besides Trowa. This Duo fellow, for there's no one else this could be, was a bright spot of sudden acting loud mouth. Trowa had warned me of this; but I didn't listen. Alas, it shouldn't shock me much more now, hopefully. "You don't have to I've already taken care of it." Good gods above! Jumping once more joining Duo in the air I notice with some amount of dark humor we yell out our previous lines before I notice and mentally pull out who the voice belongs to. "YUY!?" This was certainly becoming an interesting night.
"Chang" Heero nodded, not seeming phased as he took his jacket off hanging it on the hook nailed to the wall by their small round tables. Duo, he noticed was now leaning against the pool table watching him like a hawk, a calculating look in his violet eyes. Striking him curious, arching a fine brown brow turning, he questioned, "What?"
Arching a brow of his own Duo smirked tilting his head to the side, "You know each other?"
Hearing the question Wufei's face scrunched up cutely. Did these people not know of Yuy's occupation? How long had they known one another again? Then, like lightening is attracted to the earth it hit him. They'd only been acquainted a single day; they hadn't the time or opportunity to bring up his job standings yet. It would have been rather rude of either man to ask straight out what Yuy did for a living. It made sense. Shrugging mentally he straightened up a bit before walking off to get a cue stick of his own. No use in standing around just talking might as well play too.
Examining the cues hanging in a rack he called over his shoulder, "He's my superior" not sounding as if it bothered him any. It did not, in fact, ruffle his black feathers at all. Yuy was a superb person to work with. He was strict and to the point, did not let for others to dawdle while he was in station, if they did, they would never do it again. His imposing attitude while at work had seen to many a reformed man. Wufei choose his stick with a pleased smirk.
"Your superior?" blinking large violet eyes in confusion Duo watched as Trowa re-racked the balls, Heero moved to choose his own stick, smirking right along with the new Chinese looking guy, he took to as Wufei. "What the hell do you do Heero?" moving to take his own stick back in hand before Trowa could take it like he was known to do.
Finishing up racking with throwing the eight ball into the fray, Trowa smiled at the confused man, his own little joke quietly laughing in his mind. He was right! "You didn't know?" There was no way, he knew, that Duo could know what Heero did for a living. He did however know what Wufei did since he often talked about his small love; although if one wished to remain unharmed it was best not to call Chang Wufei 'small'. Turning around Trowa inspected said man appreciatively, "He works with Wufei." He had hopes that would get his braided mind working enough to figure it out.
"Well I assumed that much bang boy!" chuckling Duo shook his head, mind flying to remember what the hell the tight pony tail wearing man did. He knew it, knew what it was... it was poking him, laughing at him in the back of his head. What the hell was it...? Oh shit! Violet eyes widened, mouth opening in shock while his quick feet turned on a dime nearly smacking into the Japanese man as he walked back to the table, "Holy shit! You're a COP!?"
Stopping abruptly to avoid collision with the pretty cute, hyper questioning - cute!? - American, Heero's smirk seemed to widen a bit, just nearly riding on a borderline real, amused, smile. "Just figured that out, ne?"
Trowa lined up his shot, "His braid slows down the thought process" pulled back and rushed forward watching in satisfaction as the balls scattered to the far corners, leaving not a one bunched into groups.
Wufei snickered ducking his head a bit to hide his grin when Jean looked over at him. She smiled; again putting him at ease amongst people he did not know, or rather know well enough personally, before she walked off leaving them to their own demise. Gods why did that sound appropriate for the four of them?
"May be with all the weight," Heero's semi-monotone tenor started without missing a beat as he stood to take his shot, since while Trowa broke, no balls entered pockets. He eyed the table, "but I fail to see how it slows the progression of words from mind to mouth."
"Hey! Hey now!"
Sinking two balls Heero looked up smirking, one brow yet again rose in silent question.
"Don't talk as if I'm not here! I'll tell J-babe on ya!!"
The threat was good, they all knew it, but it was also hollow. Jean would not lift a finger against them... well, two minds reconsidered that thought... she'd in the least slap their arms playfully, but that was it.
Shrug, "Go ahead" he missed his shot passing the table to his now new friend and comrade of three years.
"Fine! Fine screw it then!" he was cornered, knew when it was a loosing fight... "So you're a cop, and his superior. So what the hell standing are you?"
"That is not a nice way to phrase the question, Maxwell."
"It's Duo, please" smiling, eyes sparkling, "and I know. Sorry bub, can't change the clay."
Shrugging elegantly Wufei let a small smile grace his lips, "I am a Sergeant. Yuy-" glancing over his shoulder to the man at the tables for permission of using his first name, he was pleased to note the small smile and nod Heero granted him. "Heero, as my superior, would make him a Lieutenant."*
"Bas ass!" stalking the table, trying to find an easy shot Duo turned to glare at the two Asians in the corner talking it up quietly, he guessed getting to know one another like him and Trowa got to know him the night before. Between Heero and Wufei... they hadn't left him a shot in Hell! But! He was nicknamed Shinigami for a reason; he'd find one! And while he searched, he could gain everyone's attention with his beautifully smooth voice and goofy jokes.
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Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
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"Mary darlin', come ova here an look at this! Ah think we've a situation." Sam's joyful voice broke Jean from her chattering with a pleasant brown haired woman that kept her hair in the most particular style... braided pigtails rolled into bun on either side of her head... Strange, but a nice woman with that ginger haired young man courting about a small red headed child with them. Nice couple really. Excusing herself politely Jean quietly shuffled over to where her love was standing on the far wall from the bar, watching the back of the room. Now, she knew it had to do with her boys, but what, she had no clue of.
Seeing Sam wink at her, moving down towards the back Jean rose a brow. Wot was tha bloody man up ta? Intending to find out she followed stopping beside him looking up into his shimmering eyes before turning her own towards the middle back table. Whatever her mind had conjured up; joking boys laughing and pushing one another... was not what laid before her hazel-blue pools now. Snaking an arm around that wonderfully slim waist Jean leaned into her lovers side smiling warmly at the sight which greeted her eyes, making her feel that young again.
"Get back here!" The Chinese, Wufei her mind reminded her, lightly shouted chasing Duo around the pool table on the floor. Said braided boy was standing *on* her poor pool table; she was grateful the tall lad had sense enough to take his shoes off leaving his feet padded in gray socks before he decided to climb up on it.
"NO!" Duo wasn't that stupid, he knew he'd be killed or even worse for the comment he made about the Chinese cop. How was he to know he was sensitive about his height? Snickering hopping over one caramel hand dotting out to grab his ankle in what was sure to be a very painful meeting with the table. Duo still thought that it'd be cute to dress the Chinese up in a kiddy sailor suit, have him stand beside the amazon Frenchman claiming he was his "Captain". Laughing as a hand brushed past the bottom of his foot tickling it, he couldn't help but smile wider at just how true that might've been and on how many levels.
"Good evening" he mocked smirking, his voice lowered to that of the sun tanned man's, "I'm Trowa Barton, captain of Chang Wufei's Dragon craft." He damn near fell off the end of the table with a misplaced jump watching the long banged man spit out his root beer at the jest while the Japanese man laughed aloud, smile threatening to break his handsome face. Duo never noticed it before, but when Heero smiled enough, he got the cutest dimples and his eyes crinkled up just so in the corners!
"Duo..."
Not being put off while dancing to save his poor socked feet from the raging dragons talons, "Now I'd like to turn your attention to the fuming dragling to my right trying to stake me with a pool stick." Smirking, he avoided the jabs best he could on the small table, "This dragon, a Chinese Shinlong type, has his mind confused with that of a Knight, which is usually known to slay his kind... and die in the process" snickering he wasn't sure if *he* would live through this. "It seems he might have a split personality complex or the such. You see this lovely dragling here? The one with his shinny ebon hair coming out from the restricted holding device he's forced to wear, his face flushed a nice cherry color?"
Heero sorted sipping from his root beer like his quiet companion watching Duo antics while simultaneously doing a wonderful job of avoiding Wufei's attempts to snatch a leg and bring the chatterbox down, in turn, effectively cutting off his amusing (though embarrassing he was sure for the Chinese) tale.
"He belongs to the long banged species known as TroBar. A strange intriguing species of enormous heights, odd lion like qualities and overly abnormal frontal hair growth. His stealth like qualities make birds in flight jealous, though his long legs assist him on sneaking up on his selected pray - the dragling here - his hair precedes him, giving his current position away."
"Duo..."
"I believe the young TroBar is currently worried for his pray's health, the unsightly shade of red he's turned is- OW!" Did Wufei just *bite* him?! "I think" hopping from foot to foot, lightly kicking at the offending person, "the Dragling has started teething." Laughing at the growl he received Duo grinning, "Maybe it would be best to ice this little monster down! OW damnit! He gets any redder we'll have to call the EMCRT's** in to help him... or" a devious smirk crossed his lips, "lock the Dragling and TroBar in a room together to let them handle the problem on their own."
Giggling insanely burrowing her head in Sam's chest Jean couldn't help the gales of laughter that flowed from her small form. Duo lad was a riot! She'd done heard him use much more amusing stuff, but that there was rightly so to her! Good Lords above her! What was she going to do with that boy?
Head stuck to the Irish man's chest she missed what Sam did not as Wufei snuck behind the laughing American, stick in hand sliding it in front of his socked feet. "Gotcha!" was the only warning that rang through the Hall as the stick was pulled backwards.
"Wha?-Off!" Oh Hades... can't breathe... must breathe... Taking deep breaths, filling his lungs and releasing them, Duo tried prying his eyes open, wondering why it was so quite besides the others playing pool and the juke boxes music blaring. Shocked would have sufficed, maybe it was an understatement, he wasn't sure right yet... But he was startled to find he was laying back on the ground, staring up into twinkling cobalt eyes, lips twitching upwards into a wider grin at the violet orbs blinking at him. "Oro?"
Wufei laughed shaking his head standing from his crouched position holding the guilty looking cue stick, "Unbelievable. I told you" turning to the other two still crouched, "His heads thick. You can't harm him."
Standing, joining his Dragon lover, Trowa nodded, "I told you that braid was his shield. Nothing can penetrate it."
"Probably stops bullets."
Smirking Heero helped the crazy American to his feet watching as he bounced a few times before striking a pose, "Ya can't touch this!" doing a small jig. Stopping rather suddenly as his instincts kicked in catching the cue thrown at him quickly falling backwards on the pool table. Lying there, he glared at the chuckling Asian, blue eyes shimmering mirth at him. "That; was so not cool man."
"~Schools back in sucka.~" Lifting his stick, aiming, jabbing forward softly Heero started prodding Duo's ticklish sides drawing muffled laughter from the boy, trying not to show he was affected by his tickling; he failed. Cocking his hip to the side, right hand resting on it comfortably, his other holding his cue upright Heero opened his mouth, eyes looking every bit as devilish as the violet pools, "~It's been getting so hot, living with the things you do to me.~"
Edging up on the table hopping off the other side across from the almond eyed Japanese, Duo's mouth quirked in a grin, knowing where this was starting to go, wondering how it would end, "~My dreams are getting so strange, like to tell you everything I've seen.~"
Trowa exchanged looks with Wufei, eyes curious, "Think they're alright? They're eyes are glazing."
"Maybe, lets just wait and see... Heero's probably got a way to get Duo back in line."
"If Duo was ever 'in line.'" Trowa smirked settling beside his small love. Something was most peculiar about their wording.
Stalking around the table, taking turns to shoot between jesting words with the other Heero leaned over, rear in the air giving the American a damn fine view if he did say so himself. "~Made it through Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, made it through Friday night.~" Shifting his position, Duo watched the jeans snag tighter, "~Work week drove me outta my mind, now it's out of sight.~" Pulling his arm back, "~Got 'til Sunday to do things our way here's how's it gonna be,~" letting it rip forward slamming into the cue ball he smirked sinking two others before standing to eye the table for his next shot, "~I'll follow you out on that floor, if you'll follow me~" eyes darting quickly to the small area for dancing before he moved to take the next shot.
Eyes sparkling, the goofiest grin ever to be on his face Duo nodded to the beat in his head, opposite the one now playing while answering how he would, lining up his own shot, returning the viewing favor, "~We're gonna get loooossst... in the shuffle... It's gonna be all night, hold tight, feels right now kinda scuffle, An invitation to dance kinda shuffle...~"
"I think they've lost it Tro... Duo's even singing - if that can be called singing - in key."
"Well... no one proclaimed him a bad one... I'm more worried about Heero... that's the most I've ever heard him speak before."
Nodding Wufei grinned, "There's nowhere to run to baby... nowhere to hide... Duo's stuck like chuck."
"Alright now" pointing his cue at the other man Duo narrowed his eyes good-naturedly, "My name ain't Chuck. I ain't stuck, and there's always somewhere to run!" grinning, twirling the stick around catching it under his arm, much in the same way that a person held a rifle down faced, "Trust me, that I know."
"I'm sure you would with all the dogs chasing after you."
"HEY! What the Hell does *that* mean!?"
Worried on the way this was going, Trowa stood turning his stick away from his Chinese love with a smirk, "It means, with all you eat, you attract quite a crowd."
Not being deterred, Wufei stood up beer in one hand, cue in the other; taking a sip he tipped the bottle at the braided man, "How many cops have you run from?"
"WHAT!?"
Nodding to himself, smirk in place he placed the bottle down to take his shot ignoring the looks Heero and Trowa were throwing him. "So he's "Innocent" hmm?"
Heero snorted on a laugh, quickly bounding to his bottle drinking from it before Duo could ask him anything.
"Wha..." eyes darting from one cop to the other, then to the Frenchman, "What the Hell are you both trying to imply there?"
"Imply? We don't know what you're talking about."
Avoiding the question, moving to collect the empty bottles and wondering up front for new ones Heero walked back noticing that his American was still glaring thoughtfully at the other two; his violet orbs locking on his with a gleam he wasn't sure he liked when coming around the corner. Setting the drinks down, Heero picked up his cue after Trowa's quiet telling of his turn.
"Heero?" his voice sweetly inviting Duo walked to the tables end, across from the Japanese man, smiling, "Your going to tell me what Wu-wu meant, right?"
That voice, held a cunning mischief beneath it. One that had his nerves screaming for him to run; his mind however was intrigued at what might happen. He hadn't met someone like the braided man before. He was energetic to the point that put a power plant to shame. Yet, the way his mind and mouth worked, made one wonder just what he was capable of... speaking of which... What was Duo's job? He was never one to care what people did, but this young man... What would be something he would do?
"Heero?"
Refusing the urge to jump back, the sweet tenor closer then it had been while musing, Heero looked up from his positioning, silently questioning the American.
"You're going to tell me right?"
Why was Duo fluttering his eyelids like that? "Tell you what?" What was the question again?
Seeing the clouding of eyes Duo smiled to himself. Gotcha right where I wantcha! "Why am I "Innocent"?" he repeated his question for the others benefit.
"Are you confused on why you're "Innocent" Duo?" Wufei smirked.
"Are you saying your not?"
Duo blushed looking if a bit sheepish.
Lips quirking into an amused smile Heero straightened up turning to lean against the table, "Are you blushing Duo?" Heero prodded, starting to grin, "I wasn't aware that "Innocents" like you blushed so easily."
"Heero..." Duo growled feeling his face redden more.
Popping his hips back against the pool table moving forward to the small one between Wufei and Trowa, Heero made moved to grab his drink. That obviously wasn't what Duo was intending on him to do. Frowning at the shorter mans back Duo moved forward, tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth, eyes locked on two round globes. Well, he wasn't doing anything else, and that comment *did* deserve some sort of come back, right? Nodding to himself flipping his braid over his shoulder, violet eyes twinkled as he moved backwards and jumped forward.
Fingers closing around the brown colored bottle right on target, Heero smirked when no reply came from the American's direction. He was going to open his mouth, going to say that he was only joking when suddenly he was jolted forward grabbing the small table for support, thankful that it was screwed into the wall as he grabbed on stopping himself just before his head would have hit said wall. He really needed to ask Jean about getting larger tables. He wondered briefly why his butt was suddenly throbbing. Turning slowly, root beer forgotten for the movement, cobalt eyes settled on a satisfyingly grinning Shinigami, violet pools smirking back at him, arms crossed over his chest.
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I go where the wind blows
You can't tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life
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"Problem?" full tiers asked quirking upwards.
Shaking his head lightly, eyes gaining their own light, Trowa was starting to edge from his chair heading up to the front for some reason or another that Heero wasn't in mind to wonder on. Wufei however, just nodded to his love, staying to watch the happenings. No one ever noticed when Trowa slinked back into their area setting about moving on the other side of the pair.
"No, no problem at all." Heero answered then paused, smirking while casually curling his index finger towards him, "Come here Duo" voice low, smooth, like velvet his voice beckoned the other man over, his azure eyes closing slightly, ever watchful as the thigh long braided man moved over slowly. It was amusing, Heero decided, his hand moving backwards searching for something.
Eyeing Heero carefully, mind going miles a minute over what was in store... the way those beautiful eyes were at half-mast like... like he was going to... Oh my Hades... Duo repressed a shiver; thankful his long sleeves were hiding his goose bumps. Heero wasn't going to... was he? He had never really been well... there was the Nun at the orphanage where he used to live and stopped by now and again, but that was it... Was Heero honestly going to... to k-kiss him? Oh boy! Mentally he grinned widely, a goofy little version of himself doing the Irish jig happily.
He had no qualms whatsoever on the Japanese cop giving him a kiss. Hell since meeting him that's nearly all that played over his mind! Well... besides trying to figure the many pleasant layers of him out. Forget the frickin' fact he had met him near two days ago! There was something like loving someone on first or second sight wasn't there? Didn't someone say love at first sight was rare and should be handled carefully... or something like that? Well... didn't really matter now did it? He liked Heero... Heero liked him... from what he could tell. Duo always prided himself on reading people and while Heero Yuy proved to be the best challenge for his abilities, he could tell the slight shorter man liked him to some extent... Now... maybe he could figure out how much?
Yes, he was going to figure out just how much now. If that hard assed man was showing the half-mast eyed want openly... then there was something there to be said about all this. Besides... his mind wondered watching the other while inching ever so slowly closer; Heero looked absolutly gorgeous. One hip thrown to the side ever so much, his right hand beckoning him, the other off tucked behind him (or so he guessed), those sharp clear eyes begging him onward, calling to him, showing a warmth Duo hadn't seen in many persons eyes for himself... and, there was something else in those eyes, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... Shrugging mentally he stepped up closer, stopping only a foot away, sure in his own right that the Japanese would close the distance between them for he wasn't sure that he was able to move much more without tripping over his own soak clad feet or throwing himself at the few shorter man.
Eyes ever watchful on the two closing the gap between one another Wufei wondered just what his superior was up to? He had to admit to himself, and his lover whom had questioned him several times that night, if Heero was truly nothing like he was the last few days at the Hall. Answering in as plain, sharp voiced as ever, as if giving a righted command, the Chinese had assured the Frenchman that Heero Yuy, was never, ever, this open around others. Ever. It was not something that was done. He was, as they say at the office behind the others back: "A hard ass that wouldn't know a bit of fun it kicked him in the nuts."
Wufei did not understand at all whoever made up the imaginative sentence to describe Yuy, but on the job, that was how he acted. There was no taking or giving of "shit" while he was there. You acted up, in any way, you were sure to be set straight quickly and effectively. Yuy's methods of dealing with delinquent officers was one reason their station was one of the top notch in the city, if not the state, his calculating mind amended.
Seeing what was to come Wufei stood, drink and cue in hand as he nudged the taller man motioning to the side where the other pool table was, not in use, for a safe place to wait. It still wasn't quite clear in his mind, just what Heero had planned for the American, but whatever it was, whatever it looked like, it was going to me messy. From Duo's look, it seemed the latter thought a kiss was in short comings. And maybe, he was right, Wufei wasn't sure... a voice whispering in the back of his mind just alerted him to back away from the duo as quick as possible as he tracked the tanned muscled arm moving backwards, groping around on their small table for something. This, it seemed, was the start of it all, the Hell that hit Tsuki Doriimaa's Tengoku like a wet freight train.
Perched on the unused pool table Trowa's crystal emerald eyes observed the pair standing now near nose to nose, watched the particular moment as others slowly stopped their own games to peek around the corner at what was to happen; no doubt his quickly rushing up front to pick up the plastic from Sam had drawn quiet a few stares toward his being. He didn't mind, not at all, his eyes were solely focused on the two men before him, but mostly it was on the Japanese of the pair, as his hand shifted a few centimeters to the right, long thin fingers wrapping around an object, his thumb covering the top as he started to shake it. Trowa smirked shaking his head; from the corner of his eye he could see slim shoulders of his love's shaking with repressed chuckles.
It was sad, he decided, watching as that one arm just kept going up and down, the substance inside the object angering. Duo, poor sweet "Innocent" (he still couldn't stop snickering at that occurrence) Duo, had no clue what his Japanese love interest (oh yes, he knew Duo's 'secret' want of the man) was doing. Never noticed as he leaned in, Heero mimicking him, that his left arm was coming forward, still shaking slightly. Never noticed that Heero did not lean in to kiss him - though the look of caged yarning to do so was there.
All Trowa noticed, had gripped the tables sides to keep from falling off as his velvet almond eyed lover toppled over into him laughing... was when Duo quickly jerked back from the Japanese man sputtering, wiping at his face trying to get his bangs out from his eyes; and Heero standing there, looking quite pleased with an empty root beet bottle clasped loosely in his left hand, its contents now decorating the braided man.
This was it! He was going to kiss him now! Laughing giddily to himself quietly, Duo leaned forward, eyes closing without his consent as he moved just a wee bit more towards the gravity pulling man in front of him. What the hell was it about Yuy that made him want to get closer regardless of the dangers there might be and never leave? heh Well he'd bet his ass (and maybe more his mind snickered) to find out after this.
Leaning in, holding his position Duo could feel the other's warm breath fanning over his lips, cheeks, his nose... it tickled, sent another round of goose bumps racing through his skin. He could feel it, the breath of sweet coated root beer moving closer, any more, just a bit, and he was sure to feel those lush lips on his. He couldn't wait! In fact, when it became noticeable that said sweet lips had indeed, not moved closer to him, he was contemplating the pros and cons of opening his large curious eyes to see just what the hell was happening to draw much wanted attention away from him onto something else. It was thus, the beginning of his going to open his eyes that it happened...
There was the distinct sound of a low gurgling, then a near milo-second later the sound of hissing before something mightily cold, and *wet* proceeded to coat his warm flushed face... effectively cooling him down below temps that were of his liking. Snapping back quickly, shock keeping him still, Duo slowly brought a hand up, as if moving any faster would make it any less real, any less not likely to actually be happening, and swiped his dripping wet bangs from his eyes rubbing the cold... sticky... substance which suspiciously tasted like root beer, out of his eyes before cracking them open.
Heero Yuy. The Japanese cop superior-better-then-thou-under-him, was grinning (in what Duo absently noted was a sexy way) near ear to ear, looking every bit as pleased with himself as a cat would that just drank sweet ambrosia milk. The look in his sea deep eyes nearly sent his braided head reeling. There was not, he noted, a bit of anger or the liking in them, there was warmth that sent a toasty wave from head to toe through his body, there was mischievousness, cockiness, amusement... overall dominating those lovely sparkling eyes was untold amounts of amusement.
Frowning slightly, head cocking to the side Duo took note of the now empty bottle of root beer in his Japanese friend's hand. His lips turned down more at the sound of snickering laughter that grew with the seconds; glancing over he noticed Wufei had collapsed against Trowa, one slim hand covering his mouth, trying in vain to quiet his laughter, those onyx eyes closed. Trowa likewise, was shaking with quiet chuckles, emerald eyes shinning brightly, almost like he was ready to cry with glee over his drenched situation.
Soon though his eyes reverted back to the empty root beer bottle being held close to a firm chest, like he wanted to be held. One that, no that couldn't be right... Squinting his eyes to peer closer at said bottle he was shocked to notice once again, he was right... The bottle was shaking. Was that even possible? Could bottles shake like that? You should shake them and then let 'em rip as Heero just graciously demonstrated for them all, but shaking on their own wasn't something they did. Thus, his violet orbs traveled up from bottle to shoulders, noted their shaking and moved up still towards the finely well-chiseled face. Heero's rose lips were pressed tightly together, dimples showing, eyes glittering more then before. He could be wrong... very wrong, but Duo doubted it.
Was Heero Yuy, laughing at him? His whole lithe muscle tightened frame was shaking... eyes a brighter blue then he'd seen yet still managing to keep that deep dark mysterious look to them but still showing all their mirth.
Then he heard it; an airy short sound, not too long, very closely cut off from its start.
Turning around sideways, looking over their table, he heard it. An odd sounding bit... one he almost took of coming from the Chinese boy across the way but no, it was too close to be that. Snort, snick. There it was again! Eyes trying to stay trained on the table, ears ever alert Duo waited, had started reaching for his own half finished bottle when it struck again.
Snigger, snort. The distinct sound of someone trying not to laugh.
Arching one delicate brow, pianoest fingers closing over the bottles neck, he calmly, slowly, started to turn back again, his face set in grim determination. Snigger snort. There it was again. That was definitely closer to him then the others. Yes, there were other patrons gathering around them at a respectful distance to stay dry, but he was sure, on his entertainment systems well being, that it was none of them. So thus, his turning around, trying to look like Death warmed over, he startled, nearly dropping his drink as Heero, Mr. Doesn't Take Any Shit At Work, Yuy, burst out into laughter dropping his own bottle carelessly.
His mask, what little there was to begin with, crumbled at the look on the American's face. The plain look that said he was laughing his ass off inside, just a bit miffed that he had dared try to do something like that to him... just didn't... cover well with the look he was about to open up a Keg of Whoop Ass on his Japanese finely toned muscle. Sorry, just wasn't working. Dropping the bottle leaning against the pool table, which his mind just recognized was covered snugly in plastic, he let his eyes roam over the sopping wet violet eyed American and sniggering again, trying desperately to hold in his laughter. But for once, in his short life, his will power did not override his extreme humor. The effect? He fell backwards on the table laughing his ass off! The Look that Duo was giving him was just... he couldn't help it!
"Heero Yuy" surprised his voice came out as calm as it did, considering he wanted to laugh out loud at the way Heero was spiraled half across the pool table like he hadn't a care in the world. Which he probably didn't, Duo smirked evilly. But he should.
Snort. "Hai?" grinning, tilting his head a little to see the other Heero tried his best to focus his eyes on the wavering form with the long brown streak running down his side. Truly he did, but it was hard to see through the joyous tears gathering in his eyes. He couldn't remember ever laughing this much, so much he nearly cried over it. Or just, plain laughing this much in his whole twenty-four years... it was offaly sad when he stopped to think about it. But then, Duo had to go and arch his brow with that 'determined' look, which just caused him to fall apart snickering again.
Shaking his head letting out a soft amused sigh at the others seeming helpless state Duo inched forward. "You do realize," voice low, almost threatening like, "That this means war don't you?" If it weren't for the sudden hush that roamed through the crowed he was sure that Heero wouldn't have stopped in his sniggering to look at him. But he did, his eyes going wide a little at the shaking of his right arm; the arm that held the half full, quickly becoming angry bottle of notorious Root Beer. "Time to crack a cap of whoop ass Yuy!" With that quiet yell, a strangled battle cry falling into insane laughter Duo leapt at the prone man removing his thumb from the bottles top effectively drowning the other in root beer, much the as he now stood eyeing Heero as he slowly slid up from the table.
There was laugher all around them, he could hear it but ignored it. There was more pressing matters to contend with at the moment. Like, finding a new bottle of root beer for instance. Eyes of a hawk searched the room, their small table had a few bottles left, most empty, some full, but Duo as hovering over it like a predator watching it's pray, protecting it's newly killed meal.
That was alright. He had his own ways to get more battle gear... somehow... It was with a heavy heart he decided not to venture into the font, dropping root beer as he went, to get new ammo. He was very content to see about fighting for the left over bottles when suddenly, a kindly finger tapped his shoulder, pointing to his right, before quickly stepping back to give both men a wide birth. Heero glanced down at the pool table. There, sitting as if on a silver platter for him (it was actually stainless steel he knew) was five newly opened bottles of root beer. Over his shoulder he noticed Jean and Sam standing against the same table as that of Wufei and Trowa. Nodding politely he turned his attention back to Duo, who, he noticed, now had a fully restocked set of ammo himself. Must had been Sam's doing.
"Gen'lemen" Jean's voice rung over the hush, crowds of people looking to her while two stayed locked with one another's shimmering eyes. "Ah'm 'ere ta tell ye, if'n ye carry out this 'ere fig't... then ye beh cleanin' up after ye, understood?" Watching as each nodded, a quiet 'Hai/Yes' from each, she beamed, "T'en ah 'ere by announce tha first TDT Root Beer Fig't ta commence!!"
"ASS WHOOPIN' TIME YUY!" Duo's battle cry echoed across the massive room mixed with Heero's own "SHINI MAXWELL!" of distinct snickers as each man picked up a bottle, shook and let the contents fly! Eachs objective to get the other as wet as possible.
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Don't let anyone tell you six bottles of root beer in a spraying spree don't last long. This is the realization that Mary Jean Scott had just proven to her as she watched the frantic movements - a fight for other words - to get each boy as wet as possible with the limited twelve bottles they had between the other.
Twelve bottles of root beer can be made to last near four hours. It was impossible at first, to think something like that... In fact, Jean hadn't thought of something like that, an hour tops... but she was proven wrong. Nearly everyone was now gone from the Hall, the time nearing one in the morning; only people left were her two fighting boys, her love and their friends.
"STOP! Hold! Cease and desist!"
"Al'igt lads... Ah thin' ye've used up the ammo fir this 'ere round... time ta stop an' start cleanin' up." Her voice held laughter, hazel-blue orbs twinkling at the two drenched men leaning against one another on the covered table. Jean didn't know how her taller boy knew to come asking for plastic to cover the table, didn't know why he needed it at the time... But by St. Patrick she was mighty glad he did!
No one wanted to move to they're area. They were free to walk on either side of them, anywhere but for the middle section where the Root Beer War had taken place. The carpet, her poor favorite pale forest carpet was now soaked (however deeply) with the sticky fluid, her table was covered with it, thankfully also protected from it... the smaller one however, was not so lucky. Brown streaks slugged their way down the walls, crawling slowly to join their friends in the carpet.
Root beer was *everywhere*. There was not one surface in the middle section that was not covered in some way, in the brown soon to be gooey substance.
Sadly shaking her head Jean eyed the two teens, blinked and turned to look at the three behind her. 'Oly motha of Patrick... Her two boys had to do the cleaning when they themselves needed cleaning! She couldn't have them lollgaging around the place to clean and just wind up dropping more of it here and there! Good Lord... "Al'igt... al'igt..." waving her dainty hands stepping up to the 'border' between Normal and War Zone, "'Ere's wha we gonna do..." motioning to the two wet animals (she'd say dogs, but neither would take kindly to that and they didn't specially look like dogs, just went animals of some sort), "...Ah wan' ye and ye ta cart yerselves inta tha back office there an sees 'bout cleanin' up..."
Duo opened his mouth, "Bu-"
"Ah know laddie... ye've not a stitch of clothin' on ye bu wha ye beh wearin' eh?" Chuckling as the braided youth nodded mutely, eyes sparkling. "Nae a problem. Ye lucky tha 'Ero 'ere keeps extra clothin' 'ere fir 'is late nights" smiling kindly as the sopping boy cocked his head to the side curiously. "Now. March boys! Quick! Quick! Ah donna wan ye trailin' goop on meh rugs!"
"Well guys, I guess we'll see y'all later on! We've just been enlisted into the Jean Encampment for the Insane and won't be released for a good while yet. So don't wait up and don't go doin' somethin' I wouldn't do!" winking Duo tore off into for the back room sliding into the office. "OH SHIT!" feet slipping beneath him, hands flaying for something he swore again, "WHO THE HELL TILED THIS FLOOR!?" Whosever bright idea that was should be drag- OWWIE! Damnit to hell! Falling on his ass, thanks to Mr. Walls interference, the out of control American came to a sudden stop meeting Mr. Tiled Floor informally... and rather rudely. "I'M OKAY!"
Laughing Heero shook his head, "Dumbass."
"Better watch it Heero, thems fightin' words to 'im."
"Oh?" arching a brow cutely the Japanese smirked, "Another fight sounds about right to me..." trailing off he eyed the short owner, smirk widening as meaning struck her.
"Ooo nae! NAE 'ERO!" he snickered. Could she ever say his name right? Though, it was kind of... endearing? hearing her speak it like such. "Ye 'ave another 'igt 'ere and ah'll kick ye aurse back to ye 'ouse ye damned dofool!"
What the hell was a 'dofool'? Ran through the thoughts of everyone's minds but for the Irish man standing besides his love. That was Mary Jean for you. Switching to something unheard of in light of using a word that would've turned her cheeks rosy red. "Ah now, calm down loves..." looking towards the messy, drooping, haired youth Sam smiled, "Off ta tha showers with ye now Hero..."
"Hai." Nodding towards his new friends he waved, "Sayonara" before entering the back office at a calmer state, not sliding and ending up on the floor like his goofy companion.
Sam and Jean in turn bid everyone a good night promising to see them again soon before the older man headed up stairs to retrieve the reserved clothing for his wet boys, while Jean went up front to close up Hall after the exiting young men.
It took ole Sam around ten minutes to find the correct clothing before trotting down the stairs settling them on the counter top smirking as he and his soon-to-be wife bid them a goodnight even though they themselves would not be hitting the hay for another three or so hours. Closing the bottom stairwell door behind them they set up to their own doings, leaving the younger males to their washing.
"Hey Heero!"
Standing in the middle of the room, the only part on him clean; his hands, Heero maneuvered the small squares that made up the puzzle in his hands, determined to get the colors lining up before the other finished with his shower. It was the only part of the room he could stand without getting sticky root beer on anything else; the middle of the floor. His only complaint for the moment, turning his head up to glare at the ceiling, was having to stand below the air conditioner vent, effectively freezing his half naked ass off.
Frowning glancing down Heero eyed the bulging bag by the door; the current holder of all of the American's clothes and half of his, leaving him in nothing but his navy blue boxers. He would have preferred to wait somewhere else, preferably wearing something other then just his boxers standing in the office waiting on the bathroom door to open so he could have his turn... Alas with a sigh, he resigned himself to the only spot he would not "leak" onto anything else, per Jean's words.
"Nani?" He wasn't truly listening to the braided cutie, his mind focusing on the puzzle problem at hand, only truly listening when his name was mentioned. One never knew when there would be a pop quiz on what was said and he wanted a passing grade.
Cleansing the shampoo from his long chestnut tresses Duo wondered what the Japanese man was doing in there, by himself no less, he snickered shaking his head; Heero's voice sounded distracted. Shrugging he finished the task of shampoo removal before setting in on the conditioner. "Why is there a shower in the office?" The question, the room itself had been nagging at him since he'd seen it. What other place, in all he's been, had a shower in their office?
"They renovated" was the immediate reply.
"Well no shit Sherlock!" violet eyes rolled.
Heero snickered moving red to join a purple with its other kin, "Keep digging Watson."
"Holy shit!" He couldn't help it; it slipped!
"You struck gold?" came the humored reply, sound for all the world like Heero was trying not to sound amused by the long haired man, and failing.
Head jerking back in surprise, Duo lost hold on the conditioner bottle, "Damnit!" Snickering came through the door; he shook his head, large grin spreading across his features. Had Heero "Don't Screw With Me" Yuy just make a joke... Twice?! Hell was finally coming to claim his soul. Yup, that had to be it. "Heero..."
Turning the cube so the blues aligned, also trying to keep his body from emitting his chuckles any louder then they were, Heero called back, "Hai?" snorting a little at the image his mind produced of a naked, hair covered American staring at the shower door with a dumbfounded look in his large violet eyes.
"Shower. Office. Why?"
"They-"
"Don't tell me they renovated!" suffering a sigh throwing his hair over his broad shoulder Duo sent a glare toward the other man's direction. Honestly! "Why's there a shower here? I know Kara didn't need one." She had her own home to go to. Besides he remembered quite well the days the renovations had been going on. The back of the Hall had been in total shambles with Kara venting about not having work to do; that they were probably tearing up everything she had slaved over... but she seemed nonetheless happy it was being put in for some reason and he could never figure out why. Even asking her didn't work!
Duo was going to make him answer wasn't he? Wouldn't take a make over as an answer would he? Stubborn baka... Alright, fine, so he had to answer. Just let it be said that he did warn the idiot - well mentally anyhow. "They installed it for me" he called over his shoulder. And no, I'm not telling you why! Was the mental other half.
"For- spphff" spitting water out of his gaping mouth Duo stared at the door, hard won on seeming to see the candy tanned Japanese on the other side of it. "For you!?" Why the hell'd they do that?! Not that he was complaining or anything! Oh no, he was beyond happy to be able to shower and put on some clean clothes after that 'fight'. Heero's clothes no less! A silly lopsided smile crossed his rose lips. "Why..." dragging out the question, hoping if he acted like he was hesitating on asking it that Heero would be more prone to answering him, "...did they put in a brand spanking new bathroom for you Heero?"
"I told you."
"No you didn't."
"Yes I did."
Frowning, brows crinkling Duo shook his hair, trying to get the conditioner out of the heavy mass, "No you didn't! I think I'd *remember* if you had!"
Lips twitching upwards, "Your hairs probably hiding the answer from your brain" Heero smirked.
"I HEARD THAT!!"
"Opps." His smirk widened; his problem cube nearly solved.
"OPPS!?" Heero told him 'opps'. And there, ladies and gentlemen, is the childish side I was conducting a speech about the other day. Proof given, thesis concluded. Thank you very much! A mini-Duo bowed in his mind, wide grin on his chubby little face.
Sighing, though non-to overly exaggerated, the Japanese man let a small smile cross his own rosy lips, "I told you, 'I'm adopted'" there was a pause, "I stay late."
Well yeah, but he hadn't taken the words to heart! Ain't this takin' "adopted" a bit far? A whole new bathroom just for someone they knew nearly a year now? He stayed late? So what, were RBF's a other nightly thing for him or he just like to crash here at times? Guess there's more to Heero then he knew and needed to find out. Luckily for him, he'd be seeing a lot more of the handsome, quiet, Japanese man if he had his way about it.
"Your turn-WOW!" stepping from the bathroom Duo stopped dead whistling wolf, eyes roaming over the finely chiseled man before him. Whose stormy eyes were directed at the colored block in his hands, never noticing the pair inspecting his body; taking in all the defined curves, muscle toned cliffs... Whistling again Duo shook his head, trying to get his eyes to meet Heero's before the other knew that he was ogling him like a god.
I knew he worked out but good God! Those clothes do him no justice. We need to go shopping, get him some tighter clothes... mmhmm... just you wait, I'll have that man showin' off what he's worth in no time flat! Pausing in moving forward to get Heero's attention he wondered if that thought was a good idea or not. Yeah, it'd be a kicker to see that body more often, but did he *really* want others eyeing him as well? No. Then again... on the other hand they could and he'd be able to lean over and put a possessive arm around his waist... heh Yes!
Whoa, hold up! Stop! Calling a mental holding of horses, Duo's foot stopped in mid air as well. He wasn't even acquainted with the other man like that... Yet. Slowly grinning, plan forming in his mind Duo pushed the small 'Go' button in one corner of his mind while his foot touched ground, the other taking off, propelling him closer to the root beer smelling man. "Your up Sweet Cheeks!" laughs at the dust rose color taking to Heero's cheeks Duo hurriedly left the room set on starting clean up before Heero was finished... or could kill him, either one.
Blinking. Eyes stilling staring proudly at his finished puzzle cube Heero's mind absorbed what the braided wonder had just called him. "Sweet Cheeks?" Whispering to himself shaking his head as he moved to place the cube on the desk, exchanging it for his new clothing Heero entered the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. There was no telling if that braided - or unbraided as the moment had it - goofball would come running in unannounced. Chances were highly good he would not, but his mind was for naught on putting it against the other. Chances were chances after all.
Sighing as steaming hot water flew over and down his body, reveling in the feeling of root beer being quickly taken away from his smooth skin. His mind, while hands worked to cleanse himself, wondered to the long haired American in the outer most room, probably cleaning what he could while waiting for him to get out of the shower; which wouldn't take long at all with his short hair.
Duo was certainly... different. He had yet to meet someone as out going as the light American. There was the new guy at the office, Milliardo's secretary, Quatre... But nobody remotely close to Heero was Duo had become to be. Ridicules really, if one stopped to think about it. They had only been acquainted for two days but it seemed like much long then such. No one had ever been able to make him feel that way aside from Jean and Sam; that in itself was a whole different category then Duo. With them... they loved him, would do anything for him; thought of him as their son. Something that warmed his long since cold heart more then he could admit... be able to put into words...
Duo... scrubbing vigorously at his scalp making sure to get rid of all root beer collected there. Duo made him feel warm too, but it was different from his new family. It warmed his heart to another level, making his skin crawl, goose bumps at times to pop up upon his tanned skin. His head buzzed when the American came a mere foots distance away smiling brilliantly; his heart would flutter. Heero wasn't sure quite what these feelings were; had never felt this way for anyone... some of the things were similar to what he felt with the others, so maybe he had an inkling of what he had... However was clueless on how to go about it.
Shaking his head he quickly rinsed the shampoo out, dried changing into his new clothes before throwing the soaking boxers and towel into the plastic bag for later washing tomorrow. Opening the office door he was surprised to notice ten tile squares spaced two feet apart scattered in a semi-straight line going from one side of the Hall into the other cutting through their War Zone. He arched one delicate brow, eyes roaming to find the missing American.
Suddenly the stereo system blared to life, loud and low enough it wouldn't disturb the two above them, yet still loud enough they'd have to speak up to hear anything. Thus, Heero now knew where the American had disappeared. Chuckling to himself moving to one of the side tables picking up a dry rag spraying some cleaner onto it he moved to clean the small table via the placed tile squares. A small part of his mind wondered where the other man had found them; the other half was enthralled by the tune playing... soft strums of a guitar started it off while two men started singing it, near rap like. Not nearly something he listened to except this song had a catchy beat to it, one not even he could ignore. The lyrics however... were not helping his thoughts one tiny bit...
"~Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty... Just a little sumthin' sumthin' itty bitty... Do ya wanna get triple x groovie... Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie...~" Tenor, loud, strangly giddly floated back towards him from the front. Looking up through the back wall supports stormy sea eyes watched as a slim man with flowing knee length hair rounded the front corner, carrying two new glasses in his hands, a fresh roll of towels and rags under his arms. Heero arched his brow humored, watching as nimble feet skiped and jumped to a silent dance while he walked onwards. "~And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky... Let me get you butt naked licky licky...~"
"Really?" other brow joining the first, "That would be interesting to see."
Grinning to himself bouncing back into his cleaning, cute shell ears nearly missed the quieted remark as pale tan hands carefully set their drinks down on another table while his other hand grabbed up more rags going back to his pervious point of cleaning. He had already sopped up and tore off the plastic covering for their pool table making sure that that wood hadn't in anyway been damaged by their bout of childish fun. "~Here we go yo here's the scenario... Gonna strip you down like a care in the barrio...~"
Stopping in mid turn catching the flash of tan and red moving violet eyes widened a fraction, muscles bunching up excitedly. There before him, stood one very sexy Heero Yuy clad in nothing but cut off shorts tight enough to be called second skin with a plain red button up shirt left wide open exposing his expertly kept six pack for all to see - that being the attentive crowd of one, Duo Maxwell. It was then, as drool started to collect at his mouths corner he caught the murmured comment and smirked, imaged dancing through his mind. He tried desperately to beat them back with a mental stick, "A challenge Yuy?" One he would not mind taking up in any way, forms or condition.
Smirk. "Maybe" straightening from his slouched position cleaning the tables legs, "Maybe not". In all honestly his heart beat faster at the thought of that being a challenge. He was not easy by any means; knew the other wasn't. It would indeed, be a challenge to see who would give in. Who would win. Who would loose... if in a challenge such as this there even was a looser? He didn't think so. How could there be? It was obvious what would happen. Sooner or later. Heero barely knew how to sort out the new feelings he was going through, in no way was he going to rush into anything. Lifting his head, midnight blues studied warm smiling violets. Duo wouldn't hurt him, he knew that much if nothing else.
"~Ya got the power of the hootchie... I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie~" Whistling as he threw the rags down and turning on his foot Duo moved to the closet by the office, pulling out a wet/dry vacuum since Heero was handling wall clean up. Dragging the huge half pint machine on the opposite table side of his Japanese friend Duo plugged it in and got to work, every now and then sneaking glances over the blue-green tables top towards the other; more then pleased to catch shy eyes peering back at him, only to turn away when blue met violet. A happening Duo decided was adorable.
"~I'm your lovey dovey bedtime playa...~" This wasn't so bad. He had never liked cleaning before in his life. When Father and Sister made him clean his small part of the massive sized room it was always a worn over fight for him to actually get started; then another just to make sure he finished. Now... now it wasn't so bad at all. Glancing about an hour or so later he decided the space was nearly the same size but the difference in place and why he was cleaning didn't seem to have that much pull on the reason it wasn't a pain... as much as *who* was with him...
Duo was nearly finished, Heero noted standing from the other side of their space, switching with Duo to stand on the now clean, partially dry half of the run while the Vac Express moved to the other and got started. Time was passing rather quickly; it was nearing half pass two. Sharp eyes didn't miss the wide yawn passing pale rose lips some minutes before. It brought a smile to usual hard-pressed lips to see the longhaired man do something so simple. Maybe it was just him, maybe his life was full of complicated things since he could ever remember, but... Duo brought a simple pace into his life he had been sorely missing. Nothing in his short years had been easy for him. Duo was his opposite. Sure his life might not have been easy on him either, but he took it all in a lazed stride, like he knew it was going to happen, he was just waiting for it to do so.
Smiling to himself, wild brown locks flew as their owner shook his head walking towards the stairway door, opening and entering the short hall only to stop at the stairs side opening another smaller door, to a closet (another renovation) pulling two blankets and two pillows into this arms before closing the door exiting the small hall back into the main room where Duo was finishing up with the other half of the carpet. He happed to enter the room reaching the table just as Duo looked up clicking off the vacuum. Hearing the song start a fitting part he opened his mouth to sing along, "~Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer~" leaning across the mounded sleeping gear towards the tables other side.
"Y-you know the song Sweet Cheeks?" he couldn't help the grin that filtered across his face. Who would have thought the top cop would know such a song?! heh Wonders never did seize. Well he certainly hopped they didn't!
There was that name again. Wasn't bad, didn't particularly think it was good either, at least not for others to be hearing him called that in public. "I know of it" answering he eyed the clothes the other wore. A loose fitting black button up with only two buttons holding the middle together, which didn't work to conceal much; a pair of his shorts that hung a little off one hip, a slight big for the other man's slimmer frame though they didn't lack for hugging nicely. Smirking, a thought striking him Heero leaned in a bit closer finishing his sentence, "...I've heard it around... Buns."*
'Buns' huh? Violets sparkled as Duo leaned against his side of the table, hands planted on the fuzzy blue-green felt. He smiled near nose to nose with the other, licking his lips, "~I got the green glow under my car...~" It was tempting... So very tempting just to lean in and take those lips to his own... He didn't have much to loose; had everything to gain... so why not? Worst to be Heero would ignore him for a while before getting over it right? 'Sides, ole Heero didn't look like he was backing down to what might happen...
"Duo..."
Was it him or was Heero's voice a pitch lower, smoother? Shaking the thought from his head, thereof trying to anyway seeing as images of other things still danced behind open eyes. "Yes Heero?" the name rolled off his tongue, playing on the 'r' of it, doubling the sound. He never noticed how exotic the other's name sounded before, when you said it like that.
Chuckling quieting, not wanting to break their near silent retreat before the next song started, "Your staring..." whispering, inching ever so much closer, eyes darting to lush lips watching as Duo's pink tongue shot out to wet them.
"No I'm not" grin, "I'm observing."
"Are you now?"
"Mmmhmm... you can never watch any one thing too much, ya know?" Though watching you should be a crime! Woo damn it's gettin'' warm in here...
"Well..." drawing the word out, moving forward touching his nose to Duo's near laughing as violet eyes widened and crossed trying to focus on his nose Heero grinned whispering, "~I got the boom boom system you can hear real far~" before pulling back looking as if nothing happened keeping a keen eye on the other as his American stumbled gripping the table more then need be to stay up righted. Stifling a snort of amusement Heero pointed at the table, "Set up" before turning away heading for the front.
"Set up huh?" Head shaking in disbelief, the words 'cute kitten' popping into his head at the nose rubbing, Duo quickly looked down at the collected blankets and pillows finally acknowledging the chilly temperature of the room; cutting off his thought that blankets would be a bit much. He hadn't even really thought about staying the night, but it was three in the morning. Definitely time for bed.
Jumping onto the table the lights clicked off with a sounding "tink" making the now braided man jump a bit, blankets rolled down to his waist. It was pitch black, he couldn't tell his hand from someone else's if asked; there was a little light coming from under the office door, but nothing that could make a difference in seeing unless it was opened all the way. Which was reason more, why Duo jumped scooting over when the blankets to his left seemingly moved of their own violation backwards.
He waited silently as the Japanese man hoped up beside him, sifting to lye on his right side, facing him. Duo laid himself down beside him, facing the same way not knowing if the other was trying to see him or not. It was quickly decided trying to see in darkness sucked. He had a question he really needed an answer to, or well, he'd do something the other probably wouldn't like... "H-hey Heero...?"
There was shifting, "Hn."
"Can I um wel-" how do you voice your wanting of interacting with another person without sounding overly brainless?
"Hn" smirk.
Rolling his vibrant eyes in the gloom of their night Duo fiddled with the hemmed back portion of his two blankets, rubbing them between forefinger and thumb thinkingly. Heero was so straightforward about things, should he be that way too? Now? Hell he wasn't sure... Mentally beating himself up for flaking out now that he had permission to do what his heart wanted of him, he was startled when a warm hand took his fidgeting one into its own.
"You worry too much."
Heero's voice was soft, tired but not tired, his hand soothing over his own. His larger thumb calmly rubbing the pad of his hand, his fingers kneading tired digits. "And you don't fret much" he chuckled lowly shaking his head a little, trying with might to see their hands together.
"I do" it was so quiet Duo wasn't sure he heard it, but he had. Heero worried about things, he knew he did; everyone did. Yet there he laid apparently worrying about nothing. It seemed, now was best instead of never... never was not an option he would have given into.
Scooting his body over, feeling the firm softness of Heero's against his own Duo smiled leaning in, "Hn" closing the distance between them, reveling in sweetness as firm lips clashed with his own soft ones in a hesitant kiss; each not sure in their own right, fumbling find the best way. The darkness around them was a blessing at that time; it's cool arms able to swallow their blushing faces from view.
Slowly pulling back, licking his lips Duo let out what sounded like a giddy giggle. He couldn't help it! That was his first kiss! They fumbled a bit but found their grounding and scored! The crowd goes wild! Or maybe it was just him... he could really care less at the moment. Now if they got mor- "OW!" Mental jumble of hyper thoughts were rudely cut off by a soft pop to his head.
Removing his hand from the others Heero smirked bopping the American upside his head, not having to be telepathic to know the thoughts running amuck. "Baka" shaking his unruly head shifting to his other side settling down for the night, he laid his head back down scooting about to get more comfortable... let no one say it was pleasant sleeping on a pool table.
Snorting to himself grinning Duo shifted his weight forward, arms stretching out to carefully grasp the Japanese around his waist bringing him to lay flush against himself. He was right, kissing the back of Heero's neck happily, it had been a long night, but as sleeps loving arms encircled both boys guiding them into her realm, Duo decided it was beyond worth it.
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We'll go where the wind blows
And I'll be a wild rose
Welcome to my Crazy Life
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There's a Beginning. We're sure there'll be a Middle in there somewhere, but as far as we can see there's not an Ending in sight for our crazy little gindig we've got going here. It's the starting of our lives... Our Crazy Lives... and what a starting it is!
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* I claim to know nothing about Police rankings. I've done everything short of asking an actual cop how they go. And from the answers I get... a Lt. is higher then a Srg. and Chief is the main dog at the stations. heh And of course you'd think it figured that nearly all my uncles in the family are Fire Fighters and don't know jack about Police rankings either. ::rolls 'er eyes:: Sad.
** EMCRT = Emergency Mythical Creatures Rescue Team ^__^;
* Buns - heh my maw knows someone in her trucking business that's nicknamed "Buns"... now tell me that don't go double for Duo? ^_~
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3:03am... Alrighty people... Just let me say... ::takes a deep breath:: I'M FINISHED!!!! ^_____^ HOO RAH!! lol Sorry, long post, I know. 36 pages I believe this part was. Sorry for those that don't like sitting to read posts this large. But honestly, I tried my damneedest to end the story at like 60 pages, but it ran over to 65 (66 if you count the notes ran over to that) so the second part was posted (now) at 36...
I'm finished!! Woo hoo! heh damn I'm tired. I've been writing the last five hours, you'd think I'd of finished before this. There's a catch however, and it *totally* depends on you wonderful readers. - before that, lemme thank those that have reviewed this one! ARIGATOU! - okies. hehe ^_^;
The catch is there's a few ideas I have and didn't get to play with, the SL just morphed on it's own into sometehing else and honestly I don't know if the ideas would work now.. I'd probably have to change it up a little bit, but nothing that would change what's been written... and it'd in *no way* be as long as this part was... Aries willing... heh So if you'd like to see a Third & Final part to this.. having not had enough as this part being the ENDING... Then please review and let me know as such. It all depends on y'all if there's a final part to really end this one. If not, then this settles it as the ending.
I hope y'all liked! ^_^ I had a blast writing this part to it. Especially with that "No shit" part in there lol That was funny ^__^ Welps, please review and let me know what y'all think... I'm takin' my tired aurse to bed. lol
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Oyasumi nasai,
~ Anime Redneck
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The Certifiable Songfic Queen
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By: Anime Redneck
6-24-03 ~ 7-12-03
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Disclaimer: I don't own the GW Guys nor the song "Mi Vida Loca" by Pam Tillis'. I do however own the plot, meh truck and ye canna 'ave either! ^__^ I also don't own MC Hammer's "Hammer Time"... Hot Action Cop's "Fever for the Flava"... or Micheal Peterson's "Lost In The Shuffle".. or umm that one song from Waynes World, "Ballroom Blitz"... there's only small snipits of them in here...
Notes: .Okies, we all know it's a songfic, and the song lyrics for such are between the ~*~ @ ~*~ .. rightly so. BUT there's also slong lyrics INSIDE the story itself.. that have nothing to do with Pam Tillis' song... Those lyrics are known like this.. "~See?"~ ..that shows the lyrics... okies now your free to go read. ^_^
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Sweetheart before this night is through
I could fall in love with you
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It was a wonderful day! Hopping from street corner to corner, neglecting to drive that day Duo's smile lit the sky. He had most of his new apartment put together, all his more valuable things settled; which meant his entertainment system and bedroom were set ready to go. He had spent all day indoors, itching for when nightfall came, six o'clock to be precise. And why six o'clock? Easy! His mind cheered. That was the time Heero said he got off and would either drive over or walk over to the Hall.
Duo had spent sometime that night trying to figure out just what the wild haired hot young man drove. Truck maybe? Definitely wasn't a car, Hades could strike him down if it was. Heero just wasn't the type to be driving those dinky little things. Nope, not a car. It was a tie between trucks and motorcycle; either one could bring up a heat raising image. Shifting in his becoming constricting clothing, his mind turned to other things; like Heero Yuy.
Most of the day while half of his hyper mind was figuring out which position his TV, radio, couch, baseball collection and the like would look good in; his other half was pondering the new cutie named Heero Yuy and what he knew of him. Which was nothing.
J-babe hadn't been the best with dislodging information on the man who looked every bit one but still held that childish air to him. Not that he was one to talk! He was twenty-three years old and refused to grow up more then he had to; which left him acting like a hyper active little kid at most times. But this Heero had him fit to be tied. J-babe had at least assured him that Heero was turning twenty-five in a few little months - like two! - and that he was a very serious fellow to be around.
Well ya could've fooled him! The whole time Duo had been around the quiet Japanese the night before he had noticed that even if he didn't talk, wasn't joining in some small joke with him, his eyes sparkled the loveliest shade of blue in the Hall's lighting; noticed how they twinkled with mirth at his and Trowa's brotherly bickering. Sure the guy was "serious" looking, more so while he was quiet, but there wasn't the problem of having to remove some "stick from his ass" like most "serious" people he knew. Heero looked the part don't get him wrong! Heero most certainly looked like a sever pain in the ass when it was time to have fun. Like he would be the first person to protest against it saying he had work to do and try weaseling out of it.
But he didn't act it!
Usually people like that would *not* be that open towards complete and total strangers. If anything they were cold faced, beyond quiet, snapped at the smallest joke made on them, looked like they'd shit rocks to crystal if pressed to have any amount of fun and be the first to call it a night and bark out a "bye" never bothering with a "goodbye".
Heero Yuy may have looked like the perfect "serious" person on anyone's sheet personalities, but he sure blew the dickens outta his "serious person analysis" he'd thought up. Frowning a little Duo waited for the light to change. He was still a good five blocks from the Hall.
Heero Yuy was a serious person; no one could mistake that in him. It was his chiseled features, those piercing blue eyes... the build of his body that screamed "martial arts!" and the air around him, his aura some people would call it, were quite stern in nature. Hell, the way he walked was at times with precise movements! So Heero wherever he worked was sure to be called a hard ass behind his back. Somehow Duo knew while the other worked he didn't take any shit and playing around was a no-no.
But then there's that other side to him. The side that his aura of dark intense blue, held lighter edges, softening the other color... the way his eyes would light up twinkling at a joke, how they narrowed a little sparkling at the ones he threw out while trying to look serious about them. He failed miserably at it. You don't smirk while trying to be serious about joking; it just kills the whole thing! But Duo hadn't minded one damn bit. Hell no! Not when that smirk made him look even more handsome then he already looked. It had to be a crime, to change the lip sitting so little and make his appearance more beautiful.
Then again, that was Heero for you. He had come to find out that Heero was full of many surprises, twists and turns of his personality that were sure to keep him guessing all the while. Like that having a kiddish air about him deal. How the hell does one as him, as old as he is, as "rough" as he is... his life had to be some sort of Hell to get him acting like a army man of forty something... But how the Hell in all of that did he retain parts of him that looked and acted like a curious child? Could anyone answer that for him, please? Even J-babe hadn't been able to answer him that besides a, "'Es a strong lad Duo hun. Ain't 'ad tha best ah beh thinkin'... ye just need ta git ta know 'im."
That did *not* help him any!
He's strong. Duo knew this. If picking his ass up a good four inches off the floor without looking like it was a strain to move him out of his way was any indication of Heero's strength, then Duo knew this first hand when he wouldn't move out of the other's shooting area the other night. Trowa had gotten quite the shock and laugh out of that happening.
He also knew, like he thought before, that Heero's life couldn't have been that easy. There was no way in Hell it would to get him looking like he did. He could be a very strict man, he knew just by gazing at his face, his eyes when they weren't joking around. There had been a few times during the night he'd let them just settle on the Japanese man taking in his appearance, studying him... Heero's eyes had a inward look to them while he thought, they looked colder, harder, to Duo... eyes he had decided he didn't like as much as the lively, sparkling cobalt's from when they talked together.
Smiling hopping up on the next curve Duo's violet orbs turned skyward, noticing the fading colors were turning to look like Heero's eyes. Heero had asked him several times that night about his braid, his pride and joy. He held a childlike curiousness about it, as if he'd never seen anything like it before and was amazed that anyone (male) could have hair like that. Duo had noticed a few times where the deep blues had lighten in color, his sun golden hand reaching out from his side just a bit, as if wanting to touch it to see what he felt like... before he snatched his hand back to his side, a slight frown marring his beautiful face, but those eyes never changed that curious shade of blue. The shade Duo had labeled Heero's "childish" side.
You see... When Heero became curious about something (a thing Duo was sure wasn't shown while working) his eyes lit up this twinkling royal blue color, they kept twinkling until his curiousness was set at ease... Then, when they joked around, they would light up brighter then before almost as if just joining in with others playfully had been denied to him as a kid and he was just figuring out how to do it, how much fun it could be... While Duo wasn't sure on this as being fact, he was willing to bet his entertainment system that it was. There was just something about the guy that pulled at his heart, wanting to be around him, to show him what he'd been missing as a kid and see if he couldn't get him to open up a bit.
Hell, he already had a small wild streak in him! It wouldn't be that much work to get it flared to life fully! Grinning crossing the last street between him and Tsuki Doriimaa's Tengoku, Duo decided taking on making Heero Yuy live life to the fullest was now his new mission in life.
Walking up to the glass doors he stopped, startled. Was that what Jean had in hope for him? When she introduced him to Heero the other night? That he would somehow teach the other boy how to live and have fun like he most likely hadn't in his past years?
"heh Well I'll be damned! J-babe knows me too damn well! And shit if he ain't the looker either!" striding through the door he immediately caught the closed root beer tossed at him with a grin. Mission Accepted.
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Come dancing on the edge with me
Let my passion set you free
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"Barton slow down!" The other didn't of course, "Trowa!" Damnit his arm was going to be pulled from its socket by the tall amazon if he didn't slow down! He was not in the mood to be running, he had been running all day. While he did not mind, even loved his job, it had been a day for chasing after stupid individuals that never knew when to give up and it was, for once with relief, that he could walk at a normal persons pace. Sadly for him, his partner seemed to want to hurry up to this pool hall he always spoke of.
His auburn haired Frenchman spoke highly of the place and a new friend he had met there. Frowning the young man struggling to keep up with the other's longer legs remembered, he had yet to meet Trowa's other friend he was always meeting there to play pool with. Shaking his head a warily smile formed as the place in question came into view. Though he had yet to meet this mysterious man, his hearing of him never seized. Seemed the other, a year their younger, was a jokester extreme and was always doing something that his partner just *had* to tell him about!
Not that he minded! Oh no, he loved listening to the smooth tenor of Trowa's voice, it always put him at ease on rough days... soothed his sore spots and just made him feel warmer. That, coupled with the admittedly hilarious tales of this Maxwell's doings, was always a nice way to end the day... among other ways... a grin split his tanned lips.
"Come on!" tugging a bit more on the slender arm in his grip Trowa smirked, "Come on!" They were going to be late meeting up with Duo and Heero... if Heero was even here by then. He had a feeling he knew that name, Yuy, from somewhere and if his thoughts were right. Then this night would prove them true, and his key to doing this? The little fiery man to his right.
"I am coming Trowa! Why don't you try slowing down a bit so I can *walk,* then you would not have to be pulling me!" I do not remember one other time when I have seen his this hyper. It was amusing really, the darker skinned man smiled thoughtfully. It seemed his partner had finally found someone other then himself, which he could enjoy a more or less quiet time together. It was wonderful, truly since he was always withdrawn from people to not make new friends.
They had been living in this town a good four years now and Trowa had yet to make new friends. It was only recently the last year or so that he had started coming home telling of a longhaired braided goofball known as Duo Maxwell; and how he had persisted in bugging his tall friend until they played a game of pool and the other opened up having fun. Needless to say that is exactly what it took to get his tall friend from his personal shell he encased himself in when not about the house.
"We're here!!" The cheer, so unlike Trowa of two years ago, broke him from his retrieve. Looking up he found they were standing in front of an oddly nice looking building made to look like a bamboo forest... It was peculiar... he had to give credit there. The design would surely draw the eyes of many, having them wonder (like he was) what was inside of it. It looked like an antique shop, though from Trowa's telling him, he knew it was actually a pool hall. There was a beautifully done sign proclaiming, 'Tsuki Doriimaa's Tengoku'.
Now his Japanese was a little shaky from lack of use, but if his memory served him right, and it usually did... then 'Tsuki Doriimaa's Tengoku' translated into, 'Moon Dreamers Heaven'. A lovely name indeed, the sign was well arranged for such a place.
"Then lets enter and not keep your friends waiting, shall we?" smiling at the door held open the shorter of the two entered stopping after a few feet. It was... most interesting... he thought glancing around. The homely air of the place, for there was one, was unlike any other pool hall he had been to... Given those other places had no homely feel to it. This place was truly different from others... if not by the feel of it, then by the majorly clashing of Irish-Scottish with Western American.
He liked it. Was about to say as much, but he was suddenly cut off by his partner belting out, "Mama Jean!!" in a voice louder then he had previously heard yet. Embarrassed to admit, he jumped a few good inches at the unexpected cry, whipping around to glare half heartily up at the other man. Apparently it was not an uncommon occurrence because no one in the Hall seemed too interested in the shout, merely turning scant seconds to see who had called out; some were even smiling at them! That, dear he say, startled him just a small bit.
"Tro-darlin'? Beh tha ye laddie?!" hurrying her short plump body around the back's corner Jean smiled when she caught sight of her taller then life (for no one yet had beaten this lad's height) long banged endeavor. She had been set on getting that boy to open up since she met him the third time finding out he just moved here - two years ago! - and hadn't yet made another friend. Well she rightly set about changing *that* little tune and had him dancing the jig with that young Duo lad in no time at all! Duo was her best arsenal to use when she wanted some friendly company for her new people to open up to. Call her nosey or just old fashioned and sensitive, but she had a feeling for people and what they needed. Might've been just her motherly side, but she acted on it without a thought if she knew good would be brought from it.
"Trowa lad!" And he had a friend with him tonight! Now what was his name again? Wufa? Wula? Oh! Wufei! Such a strange name she guessed, but then so was her Heero's! Ambling up to the tallest of the pair she slung her small arms around his chest hugging him tightly; he wouldn't break... her on the other hand with her boys' hugs? Just might. Chuckling smiling at him, "'Ow ye doin' laddie? Deye know Duo beh 'ere alreade?"
Returning the woman's hug, though gentler, Trowa smiled down at her, "Yes, I figured he would be. He wastes no time in coming here any more."
"Nae!" She had noticed that also. Duo lad was nearly an hour early off in there chattering to anyone about anything like he always did waiting on his friends to come by. "Definitla nae since 'e beh meetin' 'Ero-pup!" Eyes twinkling in her own humored thoughts she turned hazel-blues on the shorter man, one she was happy to note was about her height, just about an inch or so taller then her, she could still look him in the eye without lifting her hand and getting a neck cramp.
Eye sweeping over the lithe strong looking Asian beside her French boy Jean nodded to herself approving of him. Oh she rightly knew it didn't really matter what she thought of the other for her Trowa to like him, but she knew too, that Trowa was watching for her approval having told her several times about the Chinese man he loved. She could see what there was to like about this boy. He had fiery passionate, velvet doe like eyes, hair like silk; his face was almost like that of her Heero-love's... chiseled but more rounded giving him a softer look that she was sure, most took and ran with... and ended up on their ass more times then not! Because like her Heero-love, she could see the slender muscles hidden under cameral flesh; though where Heero's was more noticeable this lad's was well hidden.
"An ye" not giving any warning of her coming, nor him the time to back off like he looked ready to do, Jean sidestepped three to the smaller boy engulfing him into a comforting hug with small arms. She felt him jump and tense, probably not sure what to do casting a questioning glance to his lover. Jean wanted to giggle at him she could picture it, but then she felt his body relax a little, his arms raise to awkwardly hug her back. Pulling away slowly, settling her hands on his misty gray covered shoulders, "Ye Wufei, are mightle welcome in meh 'umble abode!" stepping back over towards Trowa smiling Jean motioned the tall lad down to her level whispering in his ear watching as his eyes widened a bit standing back up smiling brighter then she'd seen yet.
"Erm..." glancing from one to the other Wufei gave a nervous little bow, "Pleased to meet you..." how unjust, he forgot the ladies name! Oh, "...Jean" almost forgotten.
"Aw now!" waving his skittish attempt off, "None of tha now laddie! Meh names Mary Jean Scott! Bu' ye canna call meh Mama Jean like tha rest of meh boys 'ere!"
Wufei blinked, studied the woman a bit more and nodded, smiling just a little, "Alright... Mama Jean" the name sounded... funny... rolling off his full lips like that. He'd never called anyone 'Mama' before. It usually was not proper where he was from... that and his mother had died while he was very young, so he hadn't the chance to call anyone that. He had a father though, so he knew how to treat men; it was women he held back with... for some reason he was not comfortable around women. Maybe it was the lack of a mother figure in his life while growing up, or maybe it was some other reason, buried deep within his subconscious.
But this tiny little lady made him feel... welcomed? At ease almost... Maybe it was the atmosphere of her pool hall or the fact that she hugged him like one of her own children? Or even still, the possibility that Trowa did not trust easily and had held this woman like she was his own mother... someone that Wufei had come to learn Trowa had not known, like himself, he was motherless while growing up. And this lady, Mary Jean, acted like (what he presumed) a natural mother to him... and to himself, someone she didn't even know! Or... turning his onyx eyes towards his French lover Wufei was forced to second-guess that last comment. Maybe, just maybe, Trowa had talked to her about him and thus she knew him already? Or felt like it. Either way, she made him feel more at ease then any other woman he had ever known... or ever would know.
"Great! Now ye betta beh 'eadin' on ta tha back t'ere Duo-lad's tearin' 'em up!"
"Can you send back two root beers please Mama Jean?"
"Aye lad, aye! Ah'll just beh sendin' Sam-love back t'ere wit' 'em for ye." catching the confused look in his partner's eyes, Jean smiled turning to him, "Sam beh meh engaged" voice filled with loving warmth, "We beh gittin' married in four months!" Her eyes, Wufei was sure, could not have gotten any brighter, "Ye can come wit ye lover 'ere! Ah canna make ye another spot!" Nodding to herself Jean waved them on, "Ye betta git goin' now loves, ye've got a 'iper Duo back yonder."
"Gods no..." shaking his head Trowa hurriedly lead his wondering lover to the back of the Hall where Jean directed him and noticed that this time, they had the back center table, where no one could see them, only if they came round the corners or someone played on the two tables beside them, could they be seen.
It was as they were turning the corner, Trowa's soft hand on the small of the Chinese's back guiding him, that they briefly saw a brown snake like object fly around prior to the sound of balls cracking. Swirling around in joyous circles at sinking three balls with one shot Duo was opening his mouth to yelp a cheer when he caught sight of Trowa's unique hair style entering around the corner before said boy did; instead of his cry of victory, he yelled out, "TROWA!! YOU'RE HERE!!!"
He was starting to like the place around him; the decor was nice, if not a bit odd... in the mixing of Irish and Western... yet Jean was able to pull it off nicely. He was, however, starting to really wonder about the woman when the full sized kilt hanging on the wall came into view. Was someone walking around town in just his briefs wondering where his skirt was? Gods above, what a sad case that would be! Snickering quietly he turned his attention to his partner opening his mouth to ask a question when an obnoxiously loud, "TROWA!! YOU'RE HERE!!!" cut him off causing him to jump a good foot shaking, "SHIT!"
Rounding the corner, Trowa fully leading him now, his face went red with either embarrassment or the scare of being blind-sided by a deafening voice most not anticipated. Seeing the culprit bouncing on the balls of his feet presumably having been waiting on them... rather, waiting on Trowa, Wufei's eyes narrowed, "Ancestors above man, don't *DO* THAT!" Gods his heart was still racing! How many people had he scared with a yell like that!? He could've sworn one poor child dived under the nearest pool table!
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Here in the firelight I see your tattoo
Mi vida loco, so you're crazy too
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"You're crazy Duo... I think Sam up front heard and broke a glass over it."
"Shit!" he actually looked shocked through is grinning, "Do ya think he'll charge me for it?" he chuckled.
"Nae if'n ye go clean it up!"
Jumping at the sudden voice Duo swore, "Jesus Mary mother of God, don't *DO* THAT!"
"Justice!" Wufei laughed out loud, "Teaches you right ya damned fool!"
Watching between the two Jean smiled happily with herself. Yes, those two would bring quite the racket into their semi-quiet home. Setting down the requested drinks plus one for Duo, she heard his muffled air breathed, "Well I guess I should go help clean it up." She was about to say something to this when a new voice joined the club, soft but strong and loud in it's own way.
"You don't have to I've already taken care of it."
There was a smirk behind the voice that caused two new peacefully relaxed people to jump out of their skin. "Hell's Angels be damned! Don't *DO* THAT!" one shouted clutching under his leather jacket where his heart was. The other, jumping for the third time that damn night, glared, "Cotton pickin' son of a--Don't *DO* THAT!!"
To the newly arrived Heero, it was the funniest thing in the world. The two had jumped crying out at the same time. Each 'don't do that' was spoken in sync with the other despite Duo's more colorful, longer, word usage; he spoke faster.
Getting over his jumping at Duo's yelling Wufei had started to settle into the warm arms behind him. I was calming down when Mary entered; at least she was someone else in the premises I knew besides Trowa. This Duo fellow, for there's no one else this could be, was a bright spot of sudden acting loud mouth. Trowa had warned me of this; but I didn't listen. Alas, it shouldn't shock me much more now, hopefully. "You don't have to I've already taken care of it." Good gods above! Jumping once more joining Duo in the air I notice with some amount of dark humor we yell out our previous lines before I notice and mentally pull out who the voice belongs to. "YUY!?" This was certainly becoming an interesting night.
"Chang" Heero nodded, not seeming phased as he took his jacket off hanging it on the hook nailed to the wall by their small round tables. Duo, he noticed was now leaning against the pool table watching him like a hawk, a calculating look in his violet eyes. Striking him curious, arching a fine brown brow turning, he questioned, "What?"
Arching a brow of his own Duo smirked tilting his head to the side, "You know each other?"
Hearing the question Wufei's face scrunched up cutely. Did these people not know of Yuy's occupation? How long had they known one another again? Then, like lightening is attracted to the earth it hit him. They'd only been acquainted a single day; they hadn't the time or opportunity to bring up his job standings yet. It would have been rather rude of either man to ask straight out what Yuy did for a living. It made sense. Shrugging mentally he straightened up a bit before walking off to get a cue stick of his own. No use in standing around just talking might as well play too.
Examining the cues hanging in a rack he called over his shoulder, "He's my superior" not sounding as if it bothered him any. It did not, in fact, ruffle his black feathers at all. Yuy was a superb person to work with. He was strict and to the point, did not let for others to dawdle while he was in station, if they did, they would never do it again. His imposing attitude while at work had seen to many a reformed man. Wufei choose his stick with a pleased smirk.
"Your superior?" blinking large violet eyes in confusion Duo watched as Trowa re-racked the balls, Heero moved to choose his own stick, smirking right along with the new Chinese looking guy, he took to as Wufei. "What the hell do you do Heero?" moving to take his own stick back in hand before Trowa could take it like he was known to do.
Finishing up racking with throwing the eight ball into the fray, Trowa smiled at the confused man, his own little joke quietly laughing in his mind. He was right! "You didn't know?" There was no way, he knew, that Duo could know what Heero did for a living. He did however know what Wufei did since he often talked about his small love; although if one wished to remain unharmed it was best not to call Chang Wufei 'small'. Turning around Trowa inspected said man appreciatively, "He works with Wufei." He had hopes that would get his braided mind working enough to figure it out.
"Well I assumed that much bang boy!" chuckling Duo shook his head, mind flying to remember what the hell the tight pony tail wearing man did. He knew it, knew what it was... it was poking him, laughing at him in the back of his head. What the hell was it...? Oh shit! Violet eyes widened, mouth opening in shock while his quick feet turned on a dime nearly smacking into the Japanese man as he walked back to the table, "Holy shit! You're a COP!?"
Stopping abruptly to avoid collision with the pretty cute, hyper questioning - cute!? - American, Heero's smirk seemed to widen a bit, just nearly riding on a borderline real, amused, smile. "Just figured that out, ne?"
Trowa lined up his shot, "His braid slows down the thought process" pulled back and rushed forward watching in satisfaction as the balls scattered to the far corners, leaving not a one bunched into groups.
Wufei snickered ducking his head a bit to hide his grin when Jean looked over at him. She smiled; again putting him at ease amongst people he did not know, or rather know well enough personally, before she walked off leaving them to their own demise. Gods why did that sound appropriate for the four of them?
"May be with all the weight," Heero's semi-monotone tenor started without missing a beat as he stood to take his shot, since while Trowa broke, no balls entered pockets. He eyed the table, "but I fail to see how it slows the progression of words from mind to mouth."
"Hey! Hey now!"
Sinking two balls Heero looked up smirking, one brow yet again rose in silent question.
"Don't talk as if I'm not here! I'll tell J-babe on ya!!"
The threat was good, they all knew it, but it was also hollow. Jean would not lift a finger against them... well, two minds reconsidered that thought... she'd in the least slap their arms playfully, but that was it.
Shrug, "Go ahead" he missed his shot passing the table to his now new friend and comrade of three years.
"Fine! Fine screw it then!" he was cornered, knew when it was a loosing fight... "So you're a cop, and his superior. So what the hell standing are you?"
"That is not a nice way to phrase the question, Maxwell."
"It's Duo, please" smiling, eyes sparkling, "and I know. Sorry bub, can't change the clay."
Shrugging elegantly Wufei let a small smile grace his lips, "I am a Sergeant. Yuy-" glancing over his shoulder to the man at the tables for permission of using his first name, he was pleased to note the small smile and nod Heero granted him. "Heero, as my superior, would make him a Lieutenant."*
"Bas ass!" stalking the table, trying to find an easy shot Duo turned to glare at the two Asians in the corner talking it up quietly, he guessed getting to know one another like him and Trowa got to know him the night before. Between Heero and Wufei... they hadn't left him a shot in Hell! But! He was nicknamed Shinigami for a reason; he'd find one! And while he searched, he could gain everyone's attention with his beautifully smooth voice and goofy jokes.
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Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
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"Mary darlin', come ova here an look at this! Ah think we've a situation." Sam's joyful voice broke Jean from her chattering with a pleasant brown haired woman that kept her hair in the most particular style... braided pigtails rolled into bun on either side of her head... Strange, but a nice woman with that ginger haired young man courting about a small red headed child with them. Nice couple really. Excusing herself politely Jean quietly shuffled over to where her love was standing on the far wall from the bar, watching the back of the room. Now, she knew it had to do with her boys, but what, she had no clue of.
Seeing Sam wink at her, moving down towards the back Jean rose a brow. Wot was tha bloody man up ta? Intending to find out she followed stopping beside him looking up into his shimmering eyes before turning her own towards the middle back table. Whatever her mind had conjured up; joking boys laughing and pushing one another... was not what laid before her hazel-blue pools now. Snaking an arm around that wonderfully slim waist Jean leaned into her lovers side smiling warmly at the sight which greeted her eyes, making her feel that young again.
"Get back here!" The Chinese, Wufei her mind reminded her, lightly shouted chasing Duo around the pool table on the floor. Said braided boy was standing *on* her poor pool table; she was grateful the tall lad had sense enough to take his shoes off leaving his feet padded in gray socks before he decided to climb up on it.
"NO!" Duo wasn't that stupid, he knew he'd be killed or even worse for the comment he made about the Chinese cop. How was he to know he was sensitive about his height? Snickering hopping over one caramel hand dotting out to grab his ankle in what was sure to be a very painful meeting with the table. Duo still thought that it'd be cute to dress the Chinese up in a kiddy sailor suit, have him stand beside the amazon Frenchman claiming he was his "Captain". Laughing as a hand brushed past the bottom of his foot tickling it, he couldn't help but smile wider at just how true that might've been and on how many levels.
"Good evening" he mocked smirking, his voice lowered to that of the sun tanned man's, "I'm Trowa Barton, captain of Chang Wufei's Dragon craft." He damn near fell off the end of the table with a misplaced jump watching the long banged man spit out his root beer at the jest while the Japanese man laughed aloud, smile threatening to break his handsome face. Duo never noticed it before, but when Heero smiled enough, he got the cutest dimples and his eyes crinkled up just so in the corners!
"Duo..."
Not being put off while dancing to save his poor socked feet from the raging dragons talons, "Now I'd like to turn your attention to the fuming dragling to my right trying to stake me with a pool stick." Smirking, he avoided the jabs best he could on the small table, "This dragon, a Chinese Shinlong type, has his mind confused with that of a Knight, which is usually known to slay his kind... and die in the process" snickering he wasn't sure if *he* would live through this. "It seems he might have a split personality complex or the such. You see this lovely dragling here? The one with his shinny ebon hair coming out from the restricted holding device he's forced to wear, his face flushed a nice cherry color?"
Heero sorted sipping from his root beer like his quiet companion watching Duo antics while simultaneously doing a wonderful job of avoiding Wufei's attempts to snatch a leg and bring the chatterbox down, in turn, effectively cutting off his amusing (though embarrassing he was sure for the Chinese) tale.
"He belongs to the long banged species known as TroBar. A strange intriguing species of enormous heights, odd lion like qualities and overly abnormal frontal hair growth. His stealth like qualities make birds in flight jealous, though his long legs assist him on sneaking up on his selected pray - the dragling here - his hair precedes him, giving his current position away."
"Duo..."
"I believe the young TroBar is currently worried for his pray's health, the unsightly shade of red he's turned is- OW!" Did Wufei just *bite* him?! "I think" hopping from foot to foot, lightly kicking at the offending person, "the Dragling has started teething." Laughing at the growl he received Duo grinning, "Maybe it would be best to ice this little monster down! OW damnit! He gets any redder we'll have to call the EMCRT's** in to help him... or" a devious smirk crossed his lips, "lock the Dragling and TroBar in a room together to let them handle the problem on their own."
Giggling insanely burrowing her head in Sam's chest Jean couldn't help the gales of laughter that flowed from her small form. Duo lad was a riot! She'd done heard him use much more amusing stuff, but that there was rightly so to her! Good Lords above her! What was she going to do with that boy?
Head stuck to the Irish man's chest she missed what Sam did not as Wufei snuck behind the laughing American, stick in hand sliding it in front of his socked feet. "Gotcha!" was the only warning that rang through the Hall as the stick was pulled backwards.
"Wha?-Off!" Oh Hades... can't breathe... must breathe... Taking deep breaths, filling his lungs and releasing them, Duo tried prying his eyes open, wondering why it was so quite besides the others playing pool and the juke boxes music blaring. Shocked would have sufficed, maybe it was an understatement, he wasn't sure right yet... But he was startled to find he was laying back on the ground, staring up into twinkling cobalt eyes, lips twitching upwards into a wider grin at the violet orbs blinking at him. "Oro?"
Wufei laughed shaking his head standing from his crouched position holding the guilty looking cue stick, "Unbelievable. I told you" turning to the other two still crouched, "His heads thick. You can't harm him."
Standing, joining his Dragon lover, Trowa nodded, "I told you that braid was his shield. Nothing can penetrate it."
"Probably stops bullets."
Smirking Heero helped the crazy American to his feet watching as he bounced a few times before striking a pose, "Ya can't touch this!" doing a small jig. Stopping rather suddenly as his instincts kicked in catching the cue thrown at him quickly falling backwards on the pool table. Lying there, he glared at the chuckling Asian, blue eyes shimmering mirth at him. "That; was so not cool man."
"~Schools back in sucka.~" Lifting his stick, aiming, jabbing forward softly Heero started prodding Duo's ticklish sides drawing muffled laughter from the boy, trying not to show he was affected by his tickling; he failed. Cocking his hip to the side, right hand resting on it comfortably, his other holding his cue upright Heero opened his mouth, eyes looking every bit as devilish as the violet pools, "~It's been getting so hot, living with the things you do to me.~"
Edging up on the table hopping off the other side across from the almond eyed Japanese, Duo's mouth quirked in a grin, knowing where this was starting to go, wondering how it would end, "~My dreams are getting so strange, like to tell you everything I've seen.~"
Trowa exchanged looks with Wufei, eyes curious, "Think they're alright? They're eyes are glazing."
"Maybe, lets just wait and see... Heero's probably got a way to get Duo back in line."
"If Duo was ever 'in line.'" Trowa smirked settling beside his small love. Something was most peculiar about their wording.
Stalking around the table, taking turns to shoot between jesting words with the other Heero leaned over, rear in the air giving the American a damn fine view if he did say so himself. "~Made it through Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, made it through Friday night.~" Shifting his position, Duo watched the jeans snag tighter, "~Work week drove me outta my mind, now it's out of sight.~" Pulling his arm back, "~Got 'til Sunday to do things our way here's how's it gonna be,~" letting it rip forward slamming into the cue ball he smirked sinking two others before standing to eye the table for his next shot, "~I'll follow you out on that floor, if you'll follow me~" eyes darting quickly to the small area for dancing before he moved to take the next shot.
Eyes sparkling, the goofiest grin ever to be on his face Duo nodded to the beat in his head, opposite the one now playing while answering how he would, lining up his own shot, returning the viewing favor, "~We're gonna get loooossst... in the shuffle... It's gonna be all night, hold tight, feels right now kinda scuffle, An invitation to dance kinda shuffle...~"
"I think they've lost it Tro... Duo's even singing - if that can be called singing - in key."
"Well... no one proclaimed him a bad one... I'm more worried about Heero... that's the most I've ever heard him speak before."
Nodding Wufei grinned, "There's nowhere to run to baby... nowhere to hide... Duo's stuck like chuck."
"Alright now" pointing his cue at the other man Duo narrowed his eyes good-naturedly, "My name ain't Chuck. I ain't stuck, and there's always somewhere to run!" grinning, twirling the stick around catching it under his arm, much in the same way that a person held a rifle down faced, "Trust me, that I know."
"I'm sure you would with all the dogs chasing after you."
"HEY! What the Hell does *that* mean!?"
Worried on the way this was going, Trowa stood turning his stick away from his Chinese love with a smirk, "It means, with all you eat, you attract quite a crowd."
Not being deterred, Wufei stood up beer in one hand, cue in the other; taking a sip he tipped the bottle at the braided man, "How many cops have you run from?"
"WHAT!?"
Nodding to himself, smirk in place he placed the bottle down to take his shot ignoring the looks Heero and Trowa were throwing him. "So he's "Innocent" hmm?"
Heero snorted on a laugh, quickly bounding to his bottle drinking from it before Duo could ask him anything.
"Wha..." eyes darting from one cop to the other, then to the Frenchman, "What the Hell are you both trying to imply there?"
"Imply? We don't know what you're talking about."
Avoiding the question, moving to collect the empty bottles and wondering up front for new ones Heero walked back noticing that his American was still glaring thoughtfully at the other two; his violet orbs locking on his with a gleam he wasn't sure he liked when coming around the corner. Setting the drinks down, Heero picked up his cue after Trowa's quiet telling of his turn.
"Heero?" his voice sweetly inviting Duo walked to the tables end, across from the Japanese man, smiling, "Your going to tell me what Wu-wu meant, right?"
That voice, held a cunning mischief beneath it. One that had his nerves screaming for him to run; his mind however was intrigued at what might happen. He hadn't met someone like the braided man before. He was energetic to the point that put a power plant to shame. Yet, the way his mind and mouth worked, made one wonder just what he was capable of... speaking of which... What was Duo's job? He was never one to care what people did, but this young man... What would be something he would do?
"Heero?"
Refusing the urge to jump back, the sweet tenor closer then it had been while musing, Heero looked up from his positioning, silently questioning the American.
"You're going to tell me right?"
Why was Duo fluttering his eyelids like that? "Tell you what?" What was the question again?
Seeing the clouding of eyes Duo smiled to himself. Gotcha right where I wantcha! "Why am I "Innocent"?" he repeated his question for the others benefit.
"Are you confused on why you're "Innocent" Duo?" Wufei smirked.
"Are you saying your not?"
Duo blushed looking if a bit sheepish.
Lips quirking into an amused smile Heero straightened up turning to lean against the table, "Are you blushing Duo?" Heero prodded, starting to grin, "I wasn't aware that "Innocents" like you blushed so easily."
"Heero..." Duo growled feeling his face redden more.
Popping his hips back against the pool table moving forward to the small one between Wufei and Trowa, Heero made moved to grab his drink. That obviously wasn't what Duo was intending on him to do. Frowning at the shorter mans back Duo moved forward, tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth, eyes locked on two round globes. Well, he wasn't doing anything else, and that comment *did* deserve some sort of come back, right? Nodding to himself flipping his braid over his shoulder, violet eyes twinkled as he moved backwards and jumped forward.
Fingers closing around the brown colored bottle right on target, Heero smirked when no reply came from the American's direction. He was going to open his mouth, going to say that he was only joking when suddenly he was jolted forward grabbing the small table for support, thankful that it was screwed into the wall as he grabbed on stopping himself just before his head would have hit said wall. He really needed to ask Jean about getting larger tables. He wondered briefly why his butt was suddenly throbbing. Turning slowly, root beer forgotten for the movement, cobalt eyes settled on a satisfyingly grinning Shinigami, violet pools smirking back at him, arms crossed over his chest.
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I go where the wind blows
You can't tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life
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"Problem?" full tiers asked quirking upwards.
Shaking his head lightly, eyes gaining their own light, Trowa was starting to edge from his chair heading up to the front for some reason or another that Heero wasn't in mind to wonder on. Wufei however, just nodded to his love, staying to watch the happenings. No one ever noticed when Trowa slinked back into their area setting about moving on the other side of the pair.
"No, no problem at all." Heero answered then paused, smirking while casually curling his index finger towards him, "Come here Duo" voice low, smooth, like velvet his voice beckoned the other man over, his azure eyes closing slightly, ever watchful as the thigh long braided man moved over slowly. It was amusing, Heero decided, his hand moving backwards searching for something.
Eyeing Heero carefully, mind going miles a minute over what was in store... the way those beautiful eyes were at half-mast like... like he was going to... Oh my Hades... Duo repressed a shiver; thankful his long sleeves were hiding his goose bumps. Heero wasn't going to... was he? He had never really been well... there was the Nun at the orphanage where he used to live and stopped by now and again, but that was it... Was Heero honestly going to... to k-kiss him? Oh boy! Mentally he grinned widely, a goofy little version of himself doing the Irish jig happily.
He had no qualms whatsoever on the Japanese cop giving him a kiss. Hell since meeting him that's nearly all that played over his mind! Well... besides trying to figure the many pleasant layers of him out. Forget the frickin' fact he had met him near two days ago! There was something like loving someone on first or second sight wasn't there? Didn't someone say love at first sight was rare and should be handled carefully... or something like that? Well... didn't really matter now did it? He liked Heero... Heero liked him... from what he could tell. Duo always prided himself on reading people and while Heero Yuy proved to be the best challenge for his abilities, he could tell the slight shorter man liked him to some extent... Now... maybe he could figure out how much?
Yes, he was going to figure out just how much now. If that hard assed man was showing the half-mast eyed want openly... then there was something there to be said about all this. Besides... his mind wondered watching the other while inching ever so slowly closer; Heero looked absolutly gorgeous. One hip thrown to the side ever so much, his right hand beckoning him, the other off tucked behind him (or so he guessed), those sharp clear eyes begging him onward, calling to him, showing a warmth Duo hadn't seen in many persons eyes for himself... and, there was something else in those eyes, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... Shrugging mentally he stepped up closer, stopping only a foot away, sure in his own right that the Japanese would close the distance between them for he wasn't sure that he was able to move much more without tripping over his own soak clad feet or throwing himself at the few shorter man.
Eyes ever watchful on the two closing the gap between one another Wufei wondered just what his superior was up to? He had to admit to himself, and his lover whom had questioned him several times that night, if Heero was truly nothing like he was the last few days at the Hall. Answering in as plain, sharp voiced as ever, as if giving a righted command, the Chinese had assured the Frenchman that Heero Yuy, was never, ever, this open around others. Ever. It was not something that was done. He was, as they say at the office behind the others back: "A hard ass that wouldn't know a bit of fun it kicked him in the nuts."
Wufei did not understand at all whoever made up the imaginative sentence to describe Yuy, but on the job, that was how he acted. There was no taking or giving of "shit" while he was there. You acted up, in any way, you were sure to be set straight quickly and effectively. Yuy's methods of dealing with delinquent officers was one reason their station was one of the top notch in the city, if not the state, his calculating mind amended.
Seeing what was to come Wufei stood, drink and cue in hand as he nudged the taller man motioning to the side where the other pool table was, not in use, for a safe place to wait. It still wasn't quite clear in his mind, just what Heero had planned for the American, but whatever it was, whatever it looked like, it was going to me messy. From Duo's look, it seemed the latter thought a kiss was in short comings. And maybe, he was right, Wufei wasn't sure... a voice whispering in the back of his mind just alerted him to back away from the duo as quick as possible as he tracked the tanned muscled arm moving backwards, groping around on their small table for something. This, it seemed, was the start of it all, the Hell that hit Tsuki Doriimaa's Tengoku like a wet freight train.
Perched on the unused pool table Trowa's crystal emerald eyes observed the pair standing now near nose to nose, watched the particular moment as others slowly stopped their own games to peek around the corner at what was to happen; no doubt his quickly rushing up front to pick up the plastic from Sam had drawn quiet a few stares toward his being. He didn't mind, not at all, his eyes were solely focused on the two men before him, but mostly it was on the Japanese of the pair, as his hand shifted a few centimeters to the right, long thin fingers wrapping around an object, his thumb covering the top as he started to shake it. Trowa smirked shaking his head; from the corner of his eye he could see slim shoulders of his love's shaking with repressed chuckles.
It was sad, he decided, watching as that one arm just kept going up and down, the substance inside the object angering. Duo, poor sweet "Innocent" (he still couldn't stop snickering at that occurrence) Duo, had no clue what his Japanese love interest (oh yes, he knew Duo's 'secret' want of the man) was doing. Never noticed as he leaned in, Heero mimicking him, that his left arm was coming forward, still shaking slightly. Never noticed that Heero did not lean in to kiss him - though the look of caged yarning to do so was there.
All Trowa noticed, had gripped the tables sides to keep from falling off as his velvet almond eyed lover toppled over into him laughing... was when Duo quickly jerked back from the Japanese man sputtering, wiping at his face trying to get his bangs out from his eyes; and Heero standing there, looking quite pleased with an empty root beet bottle clasped loosely in his left hand, its contents now decorating the braided man.
This was it! He was going to kiss him now! Laughing giddily to himself quietly, Duo leaned forward, eyes closing without his consent as he moved just a wee bit more towards the gravity pulling man in front of him. What the hell was it about Yuy that made him want to get closer regardless of the dangers there might be and never leave? heh Well he'd bet his ass (and maybe more his mind snickered) to find out after this.
Leaning in, holding his position Duo could feel the other's warm breath fanning over his lips, cheeks, his nose... it tickled, sent another round of goose bumps racing through his skin. He could feel it, the breath of sweet coated root beer moving closer, any more, just a bit, and he was sure to feel those lush lips on his. He couldn't wait! In fact, when it became noticeable that said sweet lips had indeed, not moved closer to him, he was contemplating the pros and cons of opening his large curious eyes to see just what the hell was happening to draw much wanted attention away from him onto something else. It was thus, the beginning of his going to open his eyes that it happened...
There was the distinct sound of a low gurgling, then a near milo-second later the sound of hissing before something mightily cold, and *wet* proceeded to coat his warm flushed face... effectively cooling him down below temps that were of his liking. Snapping back quickly, shock keeping him still, Duo slowly brought a hand up, as if moving any faster would make it any less real, any less not likely to actually be happening, and swiped his dripping wet bangs from his eyes rubbing the cold... sticky... substance which suspiciously tasted like root beer, out of his eyes before cracking them open.
Heero Yuy. The Japanese cop superior-better-then-thou-under-him, was grinning (in what Duo absently noted was a sexy way) near ear to ear, looking every bit as pleased with himself as a cat would that just drank sweet ambrosia milk. The look in his sea deep eyes nearly sent his braided head reeling. There was not, he noted, a bit of anger or the liking in them, there was warmth that sent a toasty wave from head to toe through his body, there was mischievousness, cockiness, amusement... overall dominating those lovely sparkling eyes was untold amounts of amusement.
Frowning slightly, head cocking to the side Duo took note of the now empty bottle of root beer in his Japanese friend's hand. His lips turned down more at the sound of snickering laughter that grew with the seconds; glancing over he noticed Wufei had collapsed against Trowa, one slim hand covering his mouth, trying in vain to quiet his laughter, those onyx eyes closed. Trowa likewise, was shaking with quiet chuckles, emerald eyes shinning brightly, almost like he was ready to cry with glee over his drenched situation.
Soon though his eyes reverted back to the empty root beer bottle being held close to a firm chest, like he wanted to be held. One that, no that couldn't be right... Squinting his eyes to peer closer at said bottle he was shocked to notice once again, he was right... The bottle was shaking. Was that even possible? Could bottles shake like that? You should shake them and then let 'em rip as Heero just graciously demonstrated for them all, but shaking on their own wasn't something they did. Thus, his violet orbs traveled up from bottle to shoulders, noted their shaking and moved up still towards the finely well-chiseled face. Heero's rose lips were pressed tightly together, dimples showing, eyes glittering more then before. He could be wrong... very wrong, but Duo doubted it.
Was Heero Yuy, laughing at him? His whole lithe muscle tightened frame was shaking... eyes a brighter blue then he'd seen yet still managing to keep that deep dark mysterious look to them but still showing all their mirth.
Then he heard it; an airy short sound, not too long, very closely cut off from its start.
Turning around sideways, looking over their table, he heard it. An odd sounding bit... one he almost took of coming from the Chinese boy across the way but no, it was too close to be that. Snort, snick. There it was again! Eyes trying to stay trained on the table, ears ever alert Duo waited, had started reaching for his own half finished bottle when it struck again.
Snigger, snort. The distinct sound of someone trying not to laugh.
Arching one delicate brow, pianoest fingers closing over the bottles neck, he calmly, slowly, started to turn back again, his face set in grim determination. Snigger snort. There it was again. That was definitely closer to him then the others. Yes, there were other patrons gathering around them at a respectful distance to stay dry, but he was sure, on his entertainment systems well being, that it was none of them. So thus, his turning around, trying to look like Death warmed over, he startled, nearly dropping his drink as Heero, Mr. Doesn't Take Any Shit At Work, Yuy, burst out into laughter dropping his own bottle carelessly.
His mask, what little there was to begin with, crumbled at the look on the American's face. The plain look that said he was laughing his ass off inside, just a bit miffed that he had dared try to do something like that to him... just didn't... cover well with the look he was about to open up a Keg of Whoop Ass on his Japanese finely toned muscle. Sorry, just wasn't working. Dropping the bottle leaning against the pool table, which his mind just recognized was covered snugly in plastic, he let his eyes roam over the sopping wet violet eyed American and sniggering again, trying desperately to hold in his laughter. But for once, in his short life, his will power did not override his extreme humor. The effect? He fell backwards on the table laughing his ass off! The Look that Duo was giving him was just... he couldn't help it!
"Heero Yuy" surprised his voice came out as calm as it did, considering he wanted to laugh out loud at the way Heero was spiraled half across the pool table like he hadn't a care in the world. Which he probably didn't, Duo smirked evilly. But he should.
Snort. "Hai?" grinning, tilting his head a little to see the other Heero tried his best to focus his eyes on the wavering form with the long brown streak running down his side. Truly he did, but it was hard to see through the joyous tears gathering in his eyes. He couldn't remember ever laughing this much, so much he nearly cried over it. Or just, plain laughing this much in his whole twenty-four years... it was offaly sad when he stopped to think about it. But then, Duo had to go and arch his brow with that 'determined' look, which just caused him to fall apart snickering again.
Shaking his head letting out a soft amused sigh at the others seeming helpless state Duo inched forward. "You do realize," voice low, almost threatening like, "That this means war don't you?" If it weren't for the sudden hush that roamed through the crowed he was sure that Heero wouldn't have stopped in his sniggering to look at him. But he did, his eyes going wide a little at the shaking of his right arm; the arm that held the half full, quickly becoming angry bottle of notorious Root Beer. "Time to crack a cap of whoop ass Yuy!" With that quiet yell, a strangled battle cry falling into insane laughter Duo leapt at the prone man removing his thumb from the bottles top effectively drowning the other in root beer, much the as he now stood eyeing Heero as he slowly slid up from the table.
There was laugher all around them, he could hear it but ignored it. There was more pressing matters to contend with at the moment. Like, finding a new bottle of root beer for instance. Eyes of a hawk searched the room, their small table had a few bottles left, most empty, some full, but Duo as hovering over it like a predator watching it's pray, protecting it's newly killed meal.
That was alright. He had his own ways to get more battle gear... somehow... It was with a heavy heart he decided not to venture into the font, dropping root beer as he went, to get new ammo. He was very content to see about fighting for the left over bottles when suddenly, a kindly finger tapped his shoulder, pointing to his right, before quickly stepping back to give both men a wide birth. Heero glanced down at the pool table. There, sitting as if on a silver platter for him (it was actually stainless steel he knew) was five newly opened bottles of root beer. Over his shoulder he noticed Jean and Sam standing against the same table as that of Wufei and Trowa. Nodding politely he turned his attention back to Duo, who, he noticed, now had a fully restocked set of ammo himself. Must had been Sam's doing.
"Gen'lemen" Jean's voice rung over the hush, crowds of people looking to her while two stayed locked with one another's shimmering eyes. "Ah'm 'ere ta tell ye, if'n ye carry out this 'ere fig't... then ye beh cleanin' up after ye, understood?" Watching as each nodded, a quiet 'Hai/Yes' from each, she beamed, "T'en ah 'ere by announce tha first TDT Root Beer Fig't ta commence!!"
"ASS WHOOPIN' TIME YUY!" Duo's battle cry echoed across the massive room mixed with Heero's own "SHINI MAXWELL!" of distinct snickers as each man picked up a bottle, shook and let the contents fly! Eachs objective to get the other as wet as possible.
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Don't let anyone tell you six bottles of root beer in a spraying spree don't last long. This is the realization that Mary Jean Scott had just proven to her as she watched the frantic movements - a fight for other words - to get each boy as wet as possible with the limited twelve bottles they had between the other.
Twelve bottles of root beer can be made to last near four hours. It was impossible at first, to think something like that... In fact, Jean hadn't thought of something like that, an hour tops... but she was proven wrong. Nearly everyone was now gone from the Hall, the time nearing one in the morning; only people left were her two fighting boys, her love and their friends.
"STOP! Hold! Cease and desist!"
"Al'igt lads... Ah thin' ye've used up the ammo fir this 'ere round... time ta stop an' start cleanin' up." Her voice held laughter, hazel-blue orbs twinkling at the two drenched men leaning against one another on the covered table. Jean didn't know how her taller boy knew to come asking for plastic to cover the table, didn't know why he needed it at the time... But by St. Patrick she was mighty glad he did!
No one wanted to move to they're area. They were free to walk on either side of them, anywhere but for the middle section where the Root Beer War had taken place. The carpet, her poor favorite pale forest carpet was now soaked (however deeply) with the sticky fluid, her table was covered with it, thankfully also protected from it... the smaller one however, was not so lucky. Brown streaks slugged their way down the walls, crawling slowly to join their friends in the carpet.
Root beer was *everywhere*. There was not one surface in the middle section that was not covered in some way, in the brown soon to be gooey substance.
Sadly shaking her head Jean eyed the two teens, blinked and turned to look at the three behind her. 'Oly motha of Patrick... Her two boys had to do the cleaning when they themselves needed cleaning! She couldn't have them lollgaging around the place to clean and just wind up dropping more of it here and there! Good Lord... "Al'igt... al'igt..." waving her dainty hands stepping up to the 'border' between Normal and War Zone, "'Ere's wha we gonna do..." motioning to the two wet animals (she'd say dogs, but neither would take kindly to that and they didn't specially look like dogs, just went animals of some sort), "...Ah wan' ye and ye ta cart yerselves inta tha back office there an sees 'bout cleanin' up..."
Duo opened his mouth, "Bu-"
"Ah know laddie... ye've not a stitch of clothin' on ye bu wha ye beh wearin' eh?" Chuckling as the braided youth nodded mutely, eyes sparkling. "Nae a problem. Ye lucky tha 'Ero 'ere keeps extra clothin' 'ere fir 'is late nights" smiling kindly as the sopping boy cocked his head to the side curiously. "Now. March boys! Quick! Quick! Ah donna wan ye trailin' goop on meh rugs!"
"Well guys, I guess we'll see y'all later on! We've just been enlisted into the Jean Encampment for the Insane and won't be released for a good while yet. So don't wait up and don't go doin' somethin' I wouldn't do!" winking Duo tore off into for the back room sliding into the office. "OH SHIT!" feet slipping beneath him, hands flaying for something he swore again, "WHO THE HELL TILED THIS FLOOR!?" Whosever bright idea that was should be drag- OWWIE! Damnit to hell! Falling on his ass, thanks to Mr. Walls interference, the out of control American came to a sudden stop meeting Mr. Tiled Floor informally... and rather rudely. "I'M OKAY!"
Laughing Heero shook his head, "Dumbass."
"Better watch it Heero, thems fightin' words to 'im."
"Oh?" arching a brow cutely the Japanese smirked, "Another fight sounds about right to me..." trailing off he eyed the short owner, smirk widening as meaning struck her.
"Ooo nae! NAE 'ERO!" he snickered. Could she ever say his name right? Though, it was kind of... endearing? hearing her speak it like such. "Ye 'ave another 'igt 'ere and ah'll kick ye aurse back to ye 'ouse ye damned dofool!"
What the hell was a 'dofool'? Ran through the thoughts of everyone's minds but for the Irish man standing besides his love. That was Mary Jean for you. Switching to something unheard of in light of using a word that would've turned her cheeks rosy red. "Ah now, calm down loves..." looking towards the messy, drooping, haired youth Sam smiled, "Off ta tha showers with ye now Hero..."
"Hai." Nodding towards his new friends he waved, "Sayonara" before entering the back office at a calmer state, not sliding and ending up on the floor like his goofy companion.
Sam and Jean in turn bid everyone a good night promising to see them again soon before the older man headed up stairs to retrieve the reserved clothing for his wet boys, while Jean went up front to close up Hall after the exiting young men.
It took ole Sam around ten minutes to find the correct clothing before trotting down the stairs settling them on the counter top smirking as he and his soon-to-be wife bid them a goodnight even though they themselves would not be hitting the hay for another three or so hours. Closing the bottom stairwell door behind them they set up to their own doings, leaving the younger males to their washing.
"Hey Heero!"
Standing in the middle of the room, the only part on him clean; his hands, Heero maneuvered the small squares that made up the puzzle in his hands, determined to get the colors lining up before the other finished with his shower. It was the only part of the room he could stand without getting sticky root beer on anything else; the middle of the floor. His only complaint for the moment, turning his head up to glare at the ceiling, was having to stand below the air conditioner vent, effectively freezing his half naked ass off.
Frowning glancing down Heero eyed the bulging bag by the door; the current holder of all of the American's clothes and half of his, leaving him in nothing but his navy blue boxers. He would have preferred to wait somewhere else, preferably wearing something other then just his boxers standing in the office waiting on the bathroom door to open so he could have his turn... Alas with a sigh, he resigned himself to the only spot he would not "leak" onto anything else, per Jean's words.
"Nani?" He wasn't truly listening to the braided cutie, his mind focusing on the puzzle problem at hand, only truly listening when his name was mentioned. One never knew when there would be a pop quiz on what was said and he wanted a passing grade.
Cleansing the shampoo from his long chestnut tresses Duo wondered what the Japanese man was doing in there, by himself no less, he snickered shaking his head; Heero's voice sounded distracted. Shrugging he finished the task of shampoo removal before setting in on the conditioner. "Why is there a shower in the office?" The question, the room itself had been nagging at him since he'd seen it. What other place, in all he's been, had a shower in their office?
"They renovated" was the immediate reply.
"Well no shit Sherlock!" violet eyes rolled.
Heero snickered moving red to join a purple with its other kin, "Keep digging Watson."
"Holy shit!" He couldn't help it; it slipped!
"You struck gold?" came the humored reply, sound for all the world like Heero was trying not to sound amused by the long haired man, and failing.
Head jerking back in surprise, Duo lost hold on the conditioner bottle, "Damnit!" Snickering came through the door; he shook his head, large grin spreading across his features. Had Heero "Don't Screw With Me" Yuy just make a joke... Twice?! Hell was finally coming to claim his soul. Yup, that had to be it. "Heero..."
Turning the cube so the blues aligned, also trying to keep his body from emitting his chuckles any louder then they were, Heero called back, "Hai?" snorting a little at the image his mind produced of a naked, hair covered American staring at the shower door with a dumbfounded look in his large violet eyes.
"Shower. Office. Why?"
"They-"
"Don't tell me they renovated!" suffering a sigh throwing his hair over his broad shoulder Duo sent a glare toward the other man's direction. Honestly! "Why's there a shower here? I know Kara didn't need one." She had her own home to go to. Besides he remembered quite well the days the renovations had been going on. The back of the Hall had been in total shambles with Kara venting about not having work to do; that they were probably tearing up everything she had slaved over... but she seemed nonetheless happy it was being put in for some reason and he could never figure out why. Even asking her didn't work!
Duo was going to make him answer wasn't he? Wouldn't take a make over as an answer would he? Stubborn baka... Alright, fine, so he had to answer. Just let it be said that he did warn the idiot - well mentally anyhow. "They installed it for me" he called over his shoulder. And no, I'm not telling you why! Was the mental other half.
"For- spphff" spitting water out of his gaping mouth Duo stared at the door, hard won on seeming to see the candy tanned Japanese on the other side of it. "For you!?" Why the hell'd they do that?! Not that he was complaining or anything! Oh no, he was beyond happy to be able to shower and put on some clean clothes after that 'fight'. Heero's clothes no less! A silly lopsided smile crossed his rose lips. "Why..." dragging out the question, hoping if he acted like he was hesitating on asking it that Heero would be more prone to answering him, "...did they put in a brand spanking new bathroom for you Heero?"
"I told you."
"No you didn't."
"Yes I did."
Frowning, brows crinkling Duo shook his hair, trying to get the conditioner out of the heavy mass, "No you didn't! I think I'd *remember* if you had!"
Lips twitching upwards, "Your hairs probably hiding the answer from your brain" Heero smirked.
"I HEARD THAT!!"
"Opps." His smirk widened; his problem cube nearly solved.
"OPPS!?" Heero told him 'opps'. And there, ladies and gentlemen, is the childish side I was conducting a speech about the other day. Proof given, thesis concluded. Thank you very much! A mini-Duo bowed in his mind, wide grin on his chubby little face.
Sighing, though non-to overly exaggerated, the Japanese man let a small smile cross his own rosy lips, "I told you, 'I'm adopted'" there was a pause, "I stay late."
Well yeah, but he hadn't taken the words to heart! Ain't this takin' "adopted" a bit far? A whole new bathroom just for someone they knew nearly a year now? He stayed late? So what, were RBF's a other nightly thing for him or he just like to crash here at times? Guess there's more to Heero then he knew and needed to find out. Luckily for him, he'd be seeing a lot more of the handsome, quiet, Japanese man if he had his way about it.
"Your turn-WOW!" stepping from the bathroom Duo stopped dead whistling wolf, eyes roaming over the finely chiseled man before him. Whose stormy eyes were directed at the colored block in his hands, never noticing the pair inspecting his body; taking in all the defined curves, muscle toned cliffs... Whistling again Duo shook his head, trying to get his eyes to meet Heero's before the other knew that he was ogling him like a god.
I knew he worked out but good God! Those clothes do him no justice. We need to go shopping, get him some tighter clothes... mmhmm... just you wait, I'll have that man showin' off what he's worth in no time flat! Pausing in moving forward to get Heero's attention he wondered if that thought was a good idea or not. Yeah, it'd be a kicker to see that body more often, but did he *really* want others eyeing him as well? No. Then again... on the other hand they could and he'd be able to lean over and put a possessive arm around his waist... heh Yes!
Whoa, hold up! Stop! Calling a mental holding of horses, Duo's foot stopped in mid air as well. He wasn't even acquainted with the other man like that... Yet. Slowly grinning, plan forming in his mind Duo pushed the small 'Go' button in one corner of his mind while his foot touched ground, the other taking off, propelling him closer to the root beer smelling man. "Your up Sweet Cheeks!" laughs at the dust rose color taking to Heero's cheeks Duo hurriedly left the room set on starting clean up before Heero was finished... or could kill him, either one.
Blinking. Eyes stilling staring proudly at his finished puzzle cube Heero's mind absorbed what the braided wonder had just called him. "Sweet Cheeks?" Whispering to himself shaking his head as he moved to place the cube on the desk, exchanging it for his new clothing Heero entered the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. There was no telling if that braided - or unbraided as the moment had it - goofball would come running in unannounced. Chances were highly good he would not, but his mind was for naught on putting it against the other. Chances were chances after all.
Sighing as steaming hot water flew over and down his body, reveling in the feeling of root beer being quickly taken away from his smooth skin. His mind, while hands worked to cleanse himself, wondered to the long haired American in the outer most room, probably cleaning what he could while waiting for him to get out of the shower; which wouldn't take long at all with his short hair.
Duo was certainly... different. He had yet to meet someone as out going as the light American. There was the new guy at the office, Milliardo's secretary, Quatre... But nobody remotely close to Heero was Duo had become to be. Ridicules really, if one stopped to think about it. They had only been acquainted for two days but it seemed like much long then such. No one had ever been able to make him feel that way aside from Jean and Sam; that in itself was a whole different category then Duo. With them... they loved him, would do anything for him; thought of him as their son. Something that warmed his long since cold heart more then he could admit... be able to put into words...
Duo... scrubbing vigorously at his scalp making sure to get rid of all root beer collected there. Duo made him feel warm too, but it was different from his new family. It warmed his heart to another level, making his skin crawl, goose bumps at times to pop up upon his tanned skin. His head buzzed when the American came a mere foots distance away smiling brilliantly; his heart would flutter. Heero wasn't sure quite what these feelings were; had never felt this way for anyone... some of the things were similar to what he felt with the others, so maybe he had an inkling of what he had... However was clueless on how to go about it.
Shaking his head he quickly rinsed the shampoo out, dried changing into his new clothes before throwing the soaking boxers and towel into the plastic bag for later washing tomorrow. Opening the office door he was surprised to notice ten tile squares spaced two feet apart scattered in a semi-straight line going from one side of the Hall into the other cutting through their War Zone. He arched one delicate brow, eyes roaming to find the missing American.
Suddenly the stereo system blared to life, loud and low enough it wouldn't disturb the two above them, yet still loud enough they'd have to speak up to hear anything. Thus, Heero now knew where the American had disappeared. Chuckling to himself moving to one of the side tables picking up a dry rag spraying some cleaner onto it he moved to clean the small table via the placed tile squares. A small part of his mind wondered where the other man had found them; the other half was enthralled by the tune playing... soft strums of a guitar started it off while two men started singing it, near rap like. Not nearly something he listened to except this song had a catchy beat to it, one not even he could ignore. The lyrics however... were not helping his thoughts one tiny bit...
"~Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty... Just a little sumthin' sumthin' itty bitty... Do ya wanna get triple x groovie... Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie...~" Tenor, loud, strangly giddly floated back towards him from the front. Looking up through the back wall supports stormy sea eyes watched as a slim man with flowing knee length hair rounded the front corner, carrying two new glasses in his hands, a fresh roll of towels and rags under his arms. Heero arched his brow humored, watching as nimble feet skiped and jumped to a silent dance while he walked onwards. "~And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky... Let me get you butt naked licky licky...~"
"Really?" other brow joining the first, "That would be interesting to see."
Grinning to himself bouncing back into his cleaning, cute shell ears nearly missed the quieted remark as pale tan hands carefully set their drinks down on another table while his other hand grabbed up more rags going back to his pervious point of cleaning. He had already sopped up and tore off the plastic covering for their pool table making sure that that wood hadn't in anyway been damaged by their bout of childish fun. "~Here we go yo here's the scenario... Gonna strip you down like a care in the barrio...~"
Stopping in mid turn catching the flash of tan and red moving violet eyes widened a fraction, muscles bunching up excitedly. There before him, stood one very sexy Heero Yuy clad in nothing but cut off shorts tight enough to be called second skin with a plain red button up shirt left wide open exposing his expertly kept six pack for all to see - that being the attentive crowd of one, Duo Maxwell. It was then, as drool started to collect at his mouths corner he caught the murmured comment and smirked, imaged dancing through his mind. He tried desperately to beat them back with a mental stick, "A challenge Yuy?" One he would not mind taking up in any way, forms or condition.
Smirk. "Maybe" straightening from his slouched position cleaning the tables legs, "Maybe not". In all honestly his heart beat faster at the thought of that being a challenge. He was not easy by any means; knew the other wasn't. It would indeed, be a challenge to see who would give in. Who would win. Who would loose... if in a challenge such as this there even was a looser? He didn't think so. How could there be? It was obvious what would happen. Sooner or later. Heero barely knew how to sort out the new feelings he was going through, in no way was he going to rush into anything. Lifting his head, midnight blues studied warm smiling violets. Duo wouldn't hurt him, he knew that much if nothing else.
"~Ya got the power of the hootchie... I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie~" Whistling as he threw the rags down and turning on his foot Duo moved to the closet by the office, pulling out a wet/dry vacuum since Heero was handling wall clean up. Dragging the huge half pint machine on the opposite table side of his Japanese friend Duo plugged it in and got to work, every now and then sneaking glances over the blue-green tables top towards the other; more then pleased to catch shy eyes peering back at him, only to turn away when blue met violet. A happening Duo decided was adorable.
"~I'm your lovey dovey bedtime playa...~" This wasn't so bad. He had never liked cleaning before in his life. When Father and Sister made him clean his small part of the massive sized room it was always a worn over fight for him to actually get started; then another just to make sure he finished. Now... now it wasn't so bad at all. Glancing about an hour or so later he decided the space was nearly the same size but the difference in place and why he was cleaning didn't seem to have that much pull on the reason it wasn't a pain... as much as *who* was with him...
Duo was nearly finished, Heero noted standing from the other side of their space, switching with Duo to stand on the now clean, partially dry half of the run while the Vac Express moved to the other and got started. Time was passing rather quickly; it was nearing half pass two. Sharp eyes didn't miss the wide yawn passing pale rose lips some minutes before. It brought a smile to usual hard-pressed lips to see the longhaired man do something so simple. Maybe it was just him, maybe his life was full of complicated things since he could ever remember, but... Duo brought a simple pace into his life he had been sorely missing. Nothing in his short years had been easy for him. Duo was his opposite. Sure his life might not have been easy on him either, but he took it all in a lazed stride, like he knew it was going to happen, he was just waiting for it to do so.
Smiling to himself, wild brown locks flew as their owner shook his head walking towards the stairway door, opening and entering the short hall only to stop at the stairs side opening another smaller door, to a closet (another renovation) pulling two blankets and two pillows into this arms before closing the door exiting the small hall back into the main room where Duo was finishing up with the other half of the carpet. He happed to enter the room reaching the table just as Duo looked up clicking off the vacuum. Hearing the song start a fitting part he opened his mouth to sing along, "~Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer~" leaning across the mounded sleeping gear towards the tables other side.
"Y-you know the song Sweet Cheeks?" he couldn't help the grin that filtered across his face. Who would have thought the top cop would know such a song?! heh Wonders never did seize. Well he certainly hopped they didn't!
There was that name again. Wasn't bad, didn't particularly think it was good either, at least not for others to be hearing him called that in public. "I know of it" answering he eyed the clothes the other wore. A loose fitting black button up with only two buttons holding the middle together, which didn't work to conceal much; a pair of his shorts that hung a little off one hip, a slight big for the other man's slimmer frame though they didn't lack for hugging nicely. Smirking, a thought striking him Heero leaned in a bit closer finishing his sentence, "...I've heard it around... Buns."*
'Buns' huh? Violets sparkled as Duo leaned against his side of the table, hands planted on the fuzzy blue-green felt. He smiled near nose to nose with the other, licking his lips, "~I got the green glow under my car...~" It was tempting... So very tempting just to lean in and take those lips to his own... He didn't have much to loose; had everything to gain... so why not? Worst to be Heero would ignore him for a while before getting over it right? 'Sides, ole Heero didn't look like he was backing down to what might happen...
"Duo..."
Was it him or was Heero's voice a pitch lower, smoother? Shaking the thought from his head, thereof trying to anyway seeing as images of other things still danced behind open eyes. "Yes Heero?" the name rolled off his tongue, playing on the 'r' of it, doubling the sound. He never noticed how exotic the other's name sounded before, when you said it like that.
Chuckling quieting, not wanting to break their near silent retreat before the next song started, "Your staring..." whispering, inching ever so much closer, eyes darting to lush lips watching as Duo's pink tongue shot out to wet them.
"No I'm not" grin, "I'm observing."
"Are you now?"
"Mmmhmm... you can never watch any one thing too much, ya know?" Though watching you should be a crime! Woo damn it's gettin'' warm in here...
"Well..." drawing the word out, moving forward touching his nose to Duo's near laughing as violet eyes widened and crossed trying to focus on his nose Heero grinned whispering, "~I got the boom boom system you can hear real far~" before pulling back looking as if nothing happened keeping a keen eye on the other as his American stumbled gripping the table more then need be to stay up righted. Stifling a snort of amusement Heero pointed at the table, "Set up" before turning away heading for the front.
"Set up huh?" Head shaking in disbelief, the words 'cute kitten' popping into his head at the nose rubbing, Duo quickly looked down at the collected blankets and pillows finally acknowledging the chilly temperature of the room; cutting off his thought that blankets would be a bit much. He hadn't even really thought about staying the night, but it was three in the morning. Definitely time for bed.
Jumping onto the table the lights clicked off with a sounding "tink" making the now braided man jump a bit, blankets rolled down to his waist. It was pitch black, he couldn't tell his hand from someone else's if asked; there was a little light coming from under the office door, but nothing that could make a difference in seeing unless it was opened all the way. Which was reason more, why Duo jumped scooting over when the blankets to his left seemingly moved of their own violation backwards.
He waited silently as the Japanese man hoped up beside him, sifting to lye on his right side, facing him. Duo laid himself down beside him, facing the same way not knowing if the other was trying to see him or not. It was quickly decided trying to see in darkness sucked. He had a question he really needed an answer to, or well, he'd do something the other probably wouldn't like... "H-hey Heero...?"
There was shifting, "Hn."
"Can I um wel-" how do you voice your wanting of interacting with another person without sounding overly brainless?
"Hn" smirk.
Rolling his vibrant eyes in the gloom of their night Duo fiddled with the hemmed back portion of his two blankets, rubbing them between forefinger and thumb thinkingly. Heero was so straightforward about things, should he be that way too? Now? Hell he wasn't sure... Mentally beating himself up for flaking out now that he had permission to do what his heart wanted of him, he was startled when a warm hand took his fidgeting one into its own.
"You worry too much."
Heero's voice was soft, tired but not tired, his hand soothing over his own. His larger thumb calmly rubbing the pad of his hand, his fingers kneading tired digits. "And you don't fret much" he chuckled lowly shaking his head a little, trying with might to see their hands together.
"I do" it was so quiet Duo wasn't sure he heard it, but he had. Heero worried about things, he knew he did; everyone did. Yet there he laid apparently worrying about nothing. It seemed, now was best instead of never... never was not an option he would have given into.
Scooting his body over, feeling the firm softness of Heero's against his own Duo smiled leaning in, "Hn" closing the distance between them, reveling in sweetness as firm lips clashed with his own soft ones in a hesitant kiss; each not sure in their own right, fumbling find the best way. The darkness around them was a blessing at that time; it's cool arms able to swallow their blushing faces from view.
Slowly pulling back, licking his lips Duo let out what sounded like a giddy giggle. He couldn't help it! That was his first kiss! They fumbled a bit but found their grounding and scored! The crowd goes wild! Or maybe it was just him... he could really care less at the moment. Now if they got mor- "OW!" Mental jumble of hyper thoughts were rudely cut off by a soft pop to his head.
Removing his hand from the others Heero smirked bopping the American upside his head, not having to be telepathic to know the thoughts running amuck. "Baka" shaking his unruly head shifting to his other side settling down for the night, he laid his head back down scooting about to get more comfortable... let no one say it was pleasant sleeping on a pool table.
Snorting to himself grinning Duo shifted his weight forward, arms stretching out to carefully grasp the Japanese around his waist bringing him to lay flush against himself. He was right, kissing the back of Heero's neck happily, it had been a long night, but as sleeps loving arms encircled both boys guiding them into her realm, Duo decided it was beyond worth it.
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We'll go where the wind blows
And I'll be a wild rose
Welcome to my Crazy Life
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There's a Beginning. We're sure there'll be a Middle in there somewhere, but as far as we can see there's not an Ending in sight for our crazy little gindig we've got going here. It's the starting of our lives... Our Crazy Lives... and what a starting it is!
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* I claim to know nothing about Police rankings. I've done everything short of asking an actual cop how they go. And from the answers I get... a Lt. is higher then a Srg. and Chief is the main dog at the stations. heh And of course you'd think it figured that nearly all my uncles in the family are Fire Fighters and don't know jack about Police rankings either. ::rolls 'er eyes:: Sad.
** EMCRT = Emergency Mythical Creatures Rescue Team ^__^;
* Buns - heh my maw knows someone in her trucking business that's nicknamed "Buns"... now tell me that don't go double for Duo? ^_~
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3:03am... Alrighty people... Just let me say... ::takes a deep breath:: I'M FINISHED!!!! ^_____^ HOO RAH!! lol Sorry, long post, I know. 36 pages I believe this part was. Sorry for those that don't like sitting to read posts this large. But honestly, I tried my damneedest to end the story at like 60 pages, but it ran over to 65 (66 if you count the notes ran over to that) so the second part was posted (now) at 36...
I'm finished!! Woo hoo! heh damn I'm tired. I've been writing the last five hours, you'd think I'd of finished before this. There's a catch however, and it *totally* depends on you wonderful readers. - before that, lemme thank those that have reviewed this one! ARIGATOU! - okies. hehe ^_^;
The catch is there's a few ideas I have and didn't get to play with, the SL just morphed on it's own into sometehing else and honestly I don't know if the ideas would work now.. I'd probably have to change it up a little bit, but nothing that would change what's been written... and it'd in *no way* be as long as this part was... Aries willing... heh So if you'd like to see a Third & Final part to this.. having not had enough as this part being the ENDING... Then please review and let me know as such. It all depends on y'all if there's a final part to really end this one. If not, then this settles it as the ending.
I hope y'all liked! ^_^ I had a blast writing this part to it. Especially with that "No shit" part in there lol That was funny ^__^ Welps, please review and let me know what y'all think... I'm takin' my tired aurse to bed. lol
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Oyasumi nasai,
~ Anime Redneck
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The Certifiable Songfic Queen
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