Title: Different chap2/?
Rating: R for naughty language and high school life
Pairings: 1+2+1, 1xR *ducks*, 4+3 (unrequited)
Warnings: YAOI/Shounen ai, naughty language, drug use, Relena, liberal use of bad American slang
Disclaimer: Right. like I own GW. The story is mine though, and the "don wanna" belongs to Amanda Marque. It's my little tribute to her.
Archive: 1x2ml, gwYAOIml,
Hikaru's Note: Heh, it's been awhile for this one. Sorry to all of those who've been waiting for more. If you want to read the rest, feel free to cut and paste the fanfiction.net link above. Thank you to all of the those who reviewed the last chapter, your comments mean so much to me and make me feel loved. Thanks to you guys, I buckled down and wrote this. It probably would have gone unwritten, otherwise. I'm really sorry for the long wait though! I was writing, just not the right chapter. I couldn't write this chapter, so I skipped a couple and wrote the one I really needed to get out. I've also been working on a comic version of this told by Duo. And blame Harry Potter!!! And my work Subway! And Mercedes Lackey! Okay.. On with the show!!! (it's the longest part yet!!! Please take it as the peace offering it is).
Chapter 2: The First of Many Visits
The rest of the day went off without a hitch. Art was the same old same old, well except for the boy who got angry and dumped paint all over his canvas. The funny part was when he tried to pass it off as artistic expression. Speech class was okay too. All it involved was researching the main points for our upcoming class debate. We were going to be talking about reasons for and against war [1].
After class, I met Duo at the bus stop. All it took was one look at him and it was easy to determine that the rest of his day hadn't been as easy going as mine.his normally neat plait had so many frizzled hairs sticking out that Duo looked as though he had just woken up. His face was twisted into a grimace bordering on a snarl, but that wasn't what tipped me off. It was his lack of giggling fan club. Instead of ten or so girls clustered around him, I saw the regulars hidden in the surrounding crowds whispering and casting frightened looks in Duo's direction.
So me, being the wonderful, supportive, step-sister/best friend that I am, I ran up behind him and slapped him on the back so hard, he nearly fell over.
"God dammit, Hilde! What the hell," Duo shouted once he regained his balance.
"Hiya," I giggled, much to his dismay, "Aw, where are your groupies, Mr. Rockstar?"
The glare I got in response was on par with Heero Yuy's.
"Oh shut up, Hilde," he huffed.
"So. bad rest the day, eh?"
Duo threw his hands up in the air, "Bad? Bad doesn't begin to descried it! In shop class, Chang was fucking with me the whole period. I was so pissed that I missed a cut with the damn skill saw. I almost cut off my fucking leg! Then the teacher got pissed at ME. He made me sweep the entire shop with a paintbrush while Chang and the other shitheads taunted me. They called me 'Broom Bitch Maxwell' when Wright wasn't looking."
"Come on Duo," I prodded, "Mr. Wright must've noticed them picking on you."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm sure he did notice, but he's assistant coach for the basketball team and the head coach for the boys' soccer team. It's only natural he'd let the jocks get off easy.
"But it doesn't end there! In computer programming, I was paired with that hotshot Muller on our screensaver project. Now I have to make 26 different screensavers with the asshole. I mean, he's had it out for me ever since I beat the living shit out of him in a basketball game our freshmen year, and our sophomore year, and basically anytime we've matched up against each other.
"So anyway, he makes all these stupid, completely unoriginal jokes about the hair, and what a 'wussy boy' I am. Y'know, the ones. 'Hey look, a girl' or 'Bet you like it in the ass.' Jesus! At least Chang and Yuy can come up with something original!"
"So." I asked, acting uninterested, "the point.?"
"Well," he continued undaunted, "I managed to finish five pretty good screensavers. Before I could save them to disk though, Mr. Brilliant 'accidentally' wipes the hard drive clean! What an idiot! He'd freaking cut off his own nose just to spite his face! Now I have to spend more time working on that godforsaken project with him because he set me back a day already!
"Way to go Muller! Way to be a fuckin' moron!"
I raised an eyebrow at step-brother. It was a musing to see him on the verge of hyperventilation, but his behavior really was pretty pathetic.
"Duo," I sighed, "you are acting like Relena when she breaks a nail. The day is over, our bus is here, so let's go home and get over it."
He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he finally nodded and let me drag him aboard to 'our spot': the seat two spaces from the back of the bus.
The bus quickly filled up with students eager to get home and pretend that such a thing as school never existed. At 3:15 on the dot, the bus engines started up and we were on our way. Duo was relatively quite, so I pulled a comic book out of my backpack and began reading.
Soon, we found ourselves trudging the two blocks from the bus stop to our house. Actually, it was really my dad's and mine. Since Duo's mom had been married to my father when she died, and Duo had no other living relatives, the officials had just decided Duo adopted by default by my dad [2].
As we came closer to the house, it quickly became apparent that something was amiss. That something was a black Chevy truck hopped up on steroids. The worst part of this find was discovered when we finally reached the front yard.
"Hn. The queen of the Egyptian eyeliner faggots arrives," drawled a deep monotone voice that could only belong to one man.
"Yuy, what the fuck are you doing parked in the driveway of MY house?!"
A quick glance in my step-brother's direction confirmed the anger and surprise in his voice.
Heero's glare deepened as he crossed his arms, "That should be obvious. YOU requested my presence after school so we could work on the project in Biology. YOU even gave me directions to your house. Why did it take YOU so long to arrive?"
Duo's eyes narrowed into slits in response to the obvious challenge, "I take the bus."
Then he marched over to the door, unlocked it, and held it open with a mocking bow for Heero's entry, "After you, your Majesty."
Heero snarled, but entered anyway with Duo and I close on his heels. From there, Duo led Heero to his room and I made a beeline for the television. Flopping onto the couch and throwing my backpack beside it without a second thought, I flipped on the TV just in time to catch the opening credits of Cardcaptors [3].
It wasn't until the last five minutes of Jackie Chan Adventures that I heard any noise from the occupied room. However, my brother and Heero decided not to disappoint me.
It began with muffled shouting which quickly escalated into all out screaming accompanied by thuds and objects being smashed. Alarmed, I rose and raced to the bedroom door, only to have it jerked open violently. I stepped back in surprise when I came face to face with Heero Yuy. He took the opportunity to stalk past my temporarily paralyzed form and disappear out the front door.
It was the sound of tires screeching out of the driveway that finally brought me back to reality. I dashed to the window just in time to glimpse the monster Chevy rounding the corner.
"God damned son of a bitch," floated faintly from Duo's room and I dashed back to his door.
Duo slowly picked himself up off his bed. He stared in disgust at the wreckage that had once been his room.
"A-are you okay," I sputtered stupidly.
He turned and gave me that silly half grin of his, "Yeah, I'll have some interesting bruises for awhile, but I think I'll live."
"I'll help you clean this mess up before my dad gets home, if you want."
"Heh, yeah, thanks." "No problem."
Duo stepped forward and ruffled my short, dark hair affectionately, "Ya know, you're not so bad for a jock."
"HEY," I admonished in mock anger, "you want me to help or not?"
He smiled in response and bent to pick up some of the CD cases scattered about the floor. Taking my cue from him, I stooped to help him.
All was quiet until I spotted an unfamiliar navy blue backpack.
"Duo, what's this," I asked while holding it up for him to see. He glanced at casually, never really taking his attention off the task at hand.
"Oh, that's just Hee-," he turned back around , his pale face staring numbly at the offending object, "-ro's backpack."
"He must've forgotten it when he stormed out," I inferred for him, "guess we can give it back to him tomorrow."
Duo shook his head, "No, he needs it tonight. He has a Chem test tomorrow that he needs to study for. That was part of the argument. He didn't want to waste his afternoon with me and a project due a month from now when he could be studying for a test he's taking tomorrow.and well, things went from there."
"Okay."
"Yeah, so I'll take it over to his house," he said with a resigned sigh, "if I don't make it back home before your dad, tell'em I went to the library."
I crossed my arms, "He'll never believe that, Duo!"
He crossed the room and removed the backpack from my grasp.
"So," he said with defiance, "it'll be the truth. Heero lives near the library and I need to get a book on DNA for back reference on the project. I don't trust Thorpe to give us all the information we'll need. I'll just give Heero his backpack since I'll be in the area."
"Okay, but wait! How do you know where Heero lives?"
"Oh, that," he smirked, "well. who didja think egged and toilet papered last Halloween?"
Before I could even sputter and answer, he was out the door and gone.
As luck would have it, my father, Trant Schibieker [4], got home before Duo. However, not more than five minutes after my dad arrived, Duo burst though the front door looking rather harassed and a bit disheveled.
"Where were you," my father demanded. I hadn't had the chance to tell him the cover story yet.
Duo brandished the book I hadn't realized he was carrying.
"Library," he said curtly. Then he stalked off to his room to avoid further questioning.
He didn't appear again until just after dinner. I was doing the dishes and Trant was in the computer room going over some file from his work.
My step-brother rummaged around the kitchen cabinets and fridge noisily. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I peered over my shoulder to find that he was making a sandwich. I went back to my dishes and Duo plopped down at the kitchen table.
After a few moments of listening to him eat his sandwich my curiosity kicked in again.
"So what happened?"
"Nuffink." (Nothing)
"Duo," I sighed over the splash of dishes, "swallow before you speak, and don't lie to me. It's never 'nothing' when something happens between you and a . a jock."
"God! What? Are you my mother now too?"
I spun to face him, my anger evident on my face, "No, I'm not your mother! I'm your best friend and your sister. Now spill before I give you a sisterly beating!"
I know I should have expected what happened next, but I didn't.
He laughed. Okay, he didn't just laugh. He fell out of his chair and started rolling around the floor clutching his sides as roared his mirth.
"Just what is so funny?"
"It-it's just.YOU," he gasped, "the image. of you. beating. MY ASS!"
This sent him into another fit laughter. I not so patiently waited for him to finish.
"Duo." I warned.
"Okay, okay," he said as he waved an imaginary surrender flag, "Geez, you jocks are so pushy."
"Humph."
"Okay," he resigned, " I went to his house, just like I said I would, but when I got there, he wasn't home. Interesting since he was so. pushy. about getting his studying done. So, me being the nice guy that I am, I decided that instead of just leaving it on the doorstep and running like hell, I would break-er-ENTER his house and put it in his room. I mean, I didn't want it to get stolen or nothing."
"Sure. that was your only reason."
"Hey, shut up! So anyways, I tried the front door, naturally, I didn't want to pass up an easy opportunity if I could find it. Surprise, surprise, it was locked, but at least I know the Yuys aren't as stupid as they look.
"Of course, next I checked the windows. On the left side of the house, I found a winner, AND it was hidden from view by the neighbor's wooden fence and the bushes in front of the house.
"So I pop the sucker open and climb in. Lucky me, it was even the bastard's room!"
"Alright, so what happened then?"
"Hold on! I'm getting there! Well, I was feeling curious so I started to go though his stuff."
"Duo! You DIDN'T!"
"SHHH! Will ya keep it down? And YES, I did. Oh God, let me tell you, his taste in music sucks! He had this classical shit and some live church choir wannabe crap. He even had some Asian looking shit. I couldn't even read what it was 'cause it was like Chinese or something. All I could read was 'TWO-MIX [5].'"
"It was probably Japanese."
"Huh?"
"Heero's half Japanese you dork," the exacerbation was evident in my voice, "His name basically gives it away."
"Right. so anyway, I was going through his book collection -can you believe the guy actually reads Jane Austen? What a loser- and I hear the doorknob turn. I'm too far away from the window so I dove under the bed. It was so dusty under there and he had like week old underwear lying next to this HUGE stack of porn."
I made a face.
"Yeah, so I'm trying no to cough, and that's when I hear Relena Darlian's voice. It turns out he was at her house fucking after he left here. Well her brother came home early from his college classes, so they decided to continue their fun at Heero's house. and I'm trapped under the bed. I won't go into detail, but listening to Relena scream for half an hour isn't how I pictured my afternoon. And, geez, they could've rocked the bed a little harder, I wasn't quite a stain on the carpet yet."
"Oh, Duo! Too much info! Keep it to yourself! Ya don't need to scar me too!"
"Fine," he said, turning away, "if ya don wanna hear the story, that's 'kay with me."
"No! I wanna hear it. Keep going."
"Alright then, stop interrupting. Finally Heero tires out Miss Darlian and she passes out. He gets up, goes to the window and opens it- thank God I closed it after I got in, though I still don't know why I bothered. I listened as he lit up a smoke. I peeked out from under the bed and found him staring out the window and taking a drag of his cigarette. Seeing it as my opportunity, I snuck out the other side of the bed and went out the front door as quickly and quietly as I could.
"As soon as I was safe, I took off to the library, got my book and came home. Didn't want to waste the trip an' all.
"So that's the story."
I half expected him to take a bow.
"God, Duo, I think that was the stupidest thing you've ever done."
He gave a small laugh, "Nah, that wasn't stupid, it was brave! Now I know just how much of a jock loser Yuy really is!"
"Still stupid," but I couldn't help but smile. I did think he was brave, but if let him know that, his head would swell to the size of Heero Yuy's, and we couldn't have that.
I left him for a quick shower and then went to bed. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep with a smile gracing my lips.
TBC
[1] War is such a main theme in the Gundam Wing series that it would be a crime to NOT mention it at the very least.
[2] I'm not sure if this would really happen, but it sounds plausible enough to me...
[3] Did I mention that I love CLAMP? Well I do! Almost more than GW.almost.
[4] In the comic compilation of GW from Mixx (now TokyoPop), Trant and Hilde know each other from before OZ. that's why I thought they'd make good relations.
[5] Another GW Reference. For those who don't know, they sing the theme song "Just Communication" as well as "Rhythm Emotion" and "White Reflection."
Hikaru's note: See ya next time! ^^
Rating: R for naughty language and high school life
Pairings: 1+2+1, 1xR *ducks*, 4+3 (unrequited)
Warnings: YAOI/Shounen ai, naughty language, drug use, Relena, liberal use of bad American slang
Disclaimer: Right. like I own GW. The story is mine though, and the "don wanna" belongs to Amanda Marque. It's my little tribute to her.
Archive: 1x2ml, gwYAOIml,
Hikaru's Note: Heh, it's been awhile for this one. Sorry to all of those who've been waiting for more. If you want to read the rest, feel free to cut and paste the fanfiction.net link above. Thank you to all of the those who reviewed the last chapter, your comments mean so much to me and make me feel loved. Thanks to you guys, I buckled down and wrote this. It probably would have gone unwritten, otherwise. I'm really sorry for the long wait though! I was writing, just not the right chapter. I couldn't write this chapter, so I skipped a couple and wrote the one I really needed to get out. I've also been working on a comic version of this told by Duo. And blame Harry Potter!!! And my work Subway! And Mercedes Lackey! Okay.. On with the show!!! (it's the longest part yet!!! Please take it as the peace offering it is).
Chapter 2: The First of Many Visits
The rest of the day went off without a hitch. Art was the same old same old, well except for the boy who got angry and dumped paint all over his canvas. The funny part was when he tried to pass it off as artistic expression. Speech class was okay too. All it involved was researching the main points for our upcoming class debate. We were going to be talking about reasons for and against war [1].
After class, I met Duo at the bus stop. All it took was one look at him and it was easy to determine that the rest of his day hadn't been as easy going as mine.his normally neat plait had so many frizzled hairs sticking out that Duo looked as though he had just woken up. His face was twisted into a grimace bordering on a snarl, but that wasn't what tipped me off. It was his lack of giggling fan club. Instead of ten or so girls clustered around him, I saw the regulars hidden in the surrounding crowds whispering and casting frightened looks in Duo's direction.
So me, being the wonderful, supportive, step-sister/best friend that I am, I ran up behind him and slapped him on the back so hard, he nearly fell over.
"God dammit, Hilde! What the hell," Duo shouted once he regained his balance.
"Hiya," I giggled, much to his dismay, "Aw, where are your groupies, Mr. Rockstar?"
The glare I got in response was on par with Heero Yuy's.
"Oh shut up, Hilde," he huffed.
"So. bad rest the day, eh?"
Duo threw his hands up in the air, "Bad? Bad doesn't begin to descried it! In shop class, Chang was fucking with me the whole period. I was so pissed that I missed a cut with the damn skill saw. I almost cut off my fucking leg! Then the teacher got pissed at ME. He made me sweep the entire shop with a paintbrush while Chang and the other shitheads taunted me. They called me 'Broom Bitch Maxwell' when Wright wasn't looking."
"Come on Duo," I prodded, "Mr. Wright must've noticed them picking on you."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm sure he did notice, but he's assistant coach for the basketball team and the head coach for the boys' soccer team. It's only natural he'd let the jocks get off easy.
"But it doesn't end there! In computer programming, I was paired with that hotshot Muller on our screensaver project. Now I have to make 26 different screensavers with the asshole. I mean, he's had it out for me ever since I beat the living shit out of him in a basketball game our freshmen year, and our sophomore year, and basically anytime we've matched up against each other.
"So anyway, he makes all these stupid, completely unoriginal jokes about the hair, and what a 'wussy boy' I am. Y'know, the ones. 'Hey look, a girl' or 'Bet you like it in the ass.' Jesus! At least Chang and Yuy can come up with something original!"
"So." I asked, acting uninterested, "the point.?"
"Well," he continued undaunted, "I managed to finish five pretty good screensavers. Before I could save them to disk though, Mr. Brilliant 'accidentally' wipes the hard drive clean! What an idiot! He'd freaking cut off his own nose just to spite his face! Now I have to spend more time working on that godforsaken project with him because he set me back a day already!
"Way to go Muller! Way to be a fuckin' moron!"
I raised an eyebrow at step-brother. It was a musing to see him on the verge of hyperventilation, but his behavior really was pretty pathetic.
"Duo," I sighed, "you are acting like Relena when she breaks a nail. The day is over, our bus is here, so let's go home and get over it."
He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he finally nodded and let me drag him aboard to 'our spot': the seat two spaces from the back of the bus.
The bus quickly filled up with students eager to get home and pretend that such a thing as school never existed. At 3:15 on the dot, the bus engines started up and we were on our way. Duo was relatively quite, so I pulled a comic book out of my backpack and began reading.
Soon, we found ourselves trudging the two blocks from the bus stop to our house. Actually, it was really my dad's and mine. Since Duo's mom had been married to my father when she died, and Duo had no other living relatives, the officials had just decided Duo adopted by default by my dad [2].
As we came closer to the house, it quickly became apparent that something was amiss. That something was a black Chevy truck hopped up on steroids. The worst part of this find was discovered when we finally reached the front yard.
"Hn. The queen of the Egyptian eyeliner faggots arrives," drawled a deep monotone voice that could only belong to one man.
"Yuy, what the fuck are you doing parked in the driveway of MY house?!"
A quick glance in my step-brother's direction confirmed the anger and surprise in his voice.
Heero's glare deepened as he crossed his arms, "That should be obvious. YOU requested my presence after school so we could work on the project in Biology. YOU even gave me directions to your house. Why did it take YOU so long to arrive?"
Duo's eyes narrowed into slits in response to the obvious challenge, "I take the bus."
Then he marched over to the door, unlocked it, and held it open with a mocking bow for Heero's entry, "After you, your Majesty."
Heero snarled, but entered anyway with Duo and I close on his heels. From there, Duo led Heero to his room and I made a beeline for the television. Flopping onto the couch and throwing my backpack beside it without a second thought, I flipped on the TV just in time to catch the opening credits of Cardcaptors [3].
It wasn't until the last five minutes of Jackie Chan Adventures that I heard any noise from the occupied room. However, my brother and Heero decided not to disappoint me.
It began with muffled shouting which quickly escalated into all out screaming accompanied by thuds and objects being smashed. Alarmed, I rose and raced to the bedroom door, only to have it jerked open violently. I stepped back in surprise when I came face to face with Heero Yuy. He took the opportunity to stalk past my temporarily paralyzed form and disappear out the front door.
It was the sound of tires screeching out of the driveway that finally brought me back to reality. I dashed to the window just in time to glimpse the monster Chevy rounding the corner.
"God damned son of a bitch," floated faintly from Duo's room and I dashed back to his door.
Duo slowly picked himself up off his bed. He stared in disgust at the wreckage that had once been his room.
"A-are you okay," I sputtered stupidly.
He turned and gave me that silly half grin of his, "Yeah, I'll have some interesting bruises for awhile, but I think I'll live."
"I'll help you clean this mess up before my dad gets home, if you want."
"Heh, yeah, thanks." "No problem."
Duo stepped forward and ruffled my short, dark hair affectionately, "Ya know, you're not so bad for a jock."
"HEY," I admonished in mock anger, "you want me to help or not?"
He smiled in response and bent to pick up some of the CD cases scattered about the floor. Taking my cue from him, I stooped to help him.
All was quiet until I spotted an unfamiliar navy blue backpack.
"Duo, what's this," I asked while holding it up for him to see. He glanced at casually, never really taking his attention off the task at hand.
"Oh, that's just Hee-," he turned back around , his pale face staring numbly at the offending object, "-ro's backpack."
"He must've forgotten it when he stormed out," I inferred for him, "guess we can give it back to him tomorrow."
Duo shook his head, "No, he needs it tonight. He has a Chem test tomorrow that he needs to study for. That was part of the argument. He didn't want to waste his afternoon with me and a project due a month from now when he could be studying for a test he's taking tomorrow.and well, things went from there."
"Okay."
"Yeah, so I'll take it over to his house," he said with a resigned sigh, "if I don't make it back home before your dad, tell'em I went to the library."
I crossed my arms, "He'll never believe that, Duo!"
He crossed the room and removed the backpack from my grasp.
"So," he said with defiance, "it'll be the truth. Heero lives near the library and I need to get a book on DNA for back reference on the project. I don't trust Thorpe to give us all the information we'll need. I'll just give Heero his backpack since I'll be in the area."
"Okay, but wait! How do you know where Heero lives?"
"Oh, that," he smirked, "well. who didja think egged and toilet papered last Halloween?"
Before I could even sputter and answer, he was out the door and gone.
As luck would have it, my father, Trant Schibieker [4], got home before Duo. However, not more than five minutes after my dad arrived, Duo burst though the front door looking rather harassed and a bit disheveled.
"Where were you," my father demanded. I hadn't had the chance to tell him the cover story yet.
Duo brandished the book I hadn't realized he was carrying.
"Library," he said curtly. Then he stalked off to his room to avoid further questioning.
He didn't appear again until just after dinner. I was doing the dishes and Trant was in the computer room going over some file from his work.
My step-brother rummaged around the kitchen cabinets and fridge noisily. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I peered over my shoulder to find that he was making a sandwich. I went back to my dishes and Duo plopped down at the kitchen table.
After a few moments of listening to him eat his sandwich my curiosity kicked in again.
"So what happened?"
"Nuffink." (Nothing)
"Duo," I sighed over the splash of dishes, "swallow before you speak, and don't lie to me. It's never 'nothing' when something happens between you and a . a jock."
"God! What? Are you my mother now too?"
I spun to face him, my anger evident on my face, "No, I'm not your mother! I'm your best friend and your sister. Now spill before I give you a sisterly beating!"
I know I should have expected what happened next, but I didn't.
He laughed. Okay, he didn't just laugh. He fell out of his chair and started rolling around the floor clutching his sides as roared his mirth.
"Just what is so funny?"
"It-it's just.YOU," he gasped, "the image. of you. beating. MY ASS!"
This sent him into another fit laughter. I not so patiently waited for him to finish.
"Duo." I warned.
"Okay, okay," he said as he waved an imaginary surrender flag, "Geez, you jocks are so pushy."
"Humph."
"Okay," he resigned, " I went to his house, just like I said I would, but when I got there, he wasn't home. Interesting since he was so. pushy. about getting his studying done. So, me being the nice guy that I am, I decided that instead of just leaving it on the doorstep and running like hell, I would break-er-ENTER his house and put it in his room. I mean, I didn't want it to get stolen or nothing."
"Sure. that was your only reason."
"Hey, shut up! So anyways, I tried the front door, naturally, I didn't want to pass up an easy opportunity if I could find it. Surprise, surprise, it was locked, but at least I know the Yuys aren't as stupid as they look.
"Of course, next I checked the windows. On the left side of the house, I found a winner, AND it was hidden from view by the neighbor's wooden fence and the bushes in front of the house.
"So I pop the sucker open and climb in. Lucky me, it was even the bastard's room!"
"Alright, so what happened then?"
"Hold on! I'm getting there! Well, I was feeling curious so I started to go though his stuff."
"Duo! You DIDN'T!"
"SHHH! Will ya keep it down? And YES, I did. Oh God, let me tell you, his taste in music sucks! He had this classical shit and some live church choir wannabe crap. He even had some Asian looking shit. I couldn't even read what it was 'cause it was like Chinese or something. All I could read was 'TWO-MIX [5].'"
"It was probably Japanese."
"Huh?"
"Heero's half Japanese you dork," the exacerbation was evident in my voice, "His name basically gives it away."
"Right. so anyway, I was going through his book collection -can you believe the guy actually reads Jane Austen? What a loser- and I hear the doorknob turn. I'm too far away from the window so I dove under the bed. It was so dusty under there and he had like week old underwear lying next to this HUGE stack of porn."
I made a face.
"Yeah, so I'm trying no to cough, and that's when I hear Relena Darlian's voice. It turns out he was at her house fucking after he left here. Well her brother came home early from his college classes, so they decided to continue their fun at Heero's house. and I'm trapped under the bed. I won't go into detail, but listening to Relena scream for half an hour isn't how I pictured my afternoon. And, geez, they could've rocked the bed a little harder, I wasn't quite a stain on the carpet yet."
"Oh, Duo! Too much info! Keep it to yourself! Ya don't need to scar me too!"
"Fine," he said, turning away, "if ya don wanna hear the story, that's 'kay with me."
"No! I wanna hear it. Keep going."
"Alright then, stop interrupting. Finally Heero tires out Miss Darlian and she passes out. He gets up, goes to the window and opens it- thank God I closed it after I got in, though I still don't know why I bothered. I listened as he lit up a smoke. I peeked out from under the bed and found him staring out the window and taking a drag of his cigarette. Seeing it as my opportunity, I snuck out the other side of the bed and went out the front door as quickly and quietly as I could.
"As soon as I was safe, I took off to the library, got my book and came home. Didn't want to waste the trip an' all.
"So that's the story."
I half expected him to take a bow.
"God, Duo, I think that was the stupidest thing you've ever done."
He gave a small laugh, "Nah, that wasn't stupid, it was brave! Now I know just how much of a jock loser Yuy really is!"
"Still stupid," but I couldn't help but smile. I did think he was brave, but if let him know that, his head would swell to the size of Heero Yuy's, and we couldn't have that.
I left him for a quick shower and then went to bed. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep with a smile gracing my lips.
TBC
[1] War is such a main theme in the Gundam Wing series that it would be a crime to NOT mention it at the very least.
[2] I'm not sure if this would really happen, but it sounds plausible enough to me...
[3] Did I mention that I love CLAMP? Well I do! Almost more than GW.almost.
[4] In the comic compilation of GW from Mixx (now TokyoPop), Trant and Hilde know each other from before OZ. that's why I thought they'd make good relations.
[5] Another GW Reference. For those who don't know, they sing the theme song "Just Communication" as well as "Rhythm Emotion" and "White Reflection."
Hikaru's note: See ya next time! ^^