Disclaimers: I don't own anything, thank you veddy veddy much.
Warnings: R+1 (lil Relena-bashin' at the beginning), Shonen Ai/Yaoi: 2+1/2x1 (because I believe in a sensitive Heero), 3+4; maybe yuri, depends on how you look at it, mild language, romance, lil drama, sap, uh...I think that covers it.
Notes: Yeah, R+1 (ack!), but it's not what you think! Excuse all the errors. Sorry this took so long. I guess I've kinda been neglecting my writings -_-; in any case...Enjoy!
("...")- indicates a telephone conversation, other line
/.../- flashback thing
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Matte Kudasai Heero
Part 3: Matte Heero
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Quatre and Heero arrived back at Relena's estate at two o'clock that morning. The Japanese boy thanked the Arabian and left for his room after he said good night. As Heero was on his way, and Quatre was on his. The platnium blonde was tired and wanted to go to bed. Perferably with Trowa, but whatever works. He stepped into the dark room he was currently staying in and kicked his shoes off. Screw personal hygiene! Quat was dead tired. He had spent all night running after Heero who was convinced that Duo was somewhere in the building, which Duo wasn't, so it was all pointless. Why was the Japanese male so stubborn? And speaking of his braided friend...
"Duo?" Quatre asked as he flipped on the lamp.
"Ugh!" a lump on the floor whined as the lights offended his opened eyes, "Quat, turn that thing off! Can't you see that I'm sleeping?"
Quatre pulled off his jacket and shirt, "Gomen, Duo, I'll turn it off in a second." he said, and in a second, he did turn off the light as soon as he was under the covers and ready to sleep.
"So...how was he?" asked Duo.
"Who?"
"Heero."
Quatre was silent for a moment then answered, "He's been better."
"...what's that suppose to mean?"
The blond groaned, "Duo, go to sleep, onegai? We can talk about it in the morning."
"Okay, but don't think you can get away my plaguing you of questions tomorrow."
"Wasn't planning too."
Duo was satisfied...for now, he closed his eyes to attempted to rest. Suddenly the door creaked opened and a tall figure quietly stepped into the room.
"Quatre?" asked the figure.
It was Trowa, the lump on the floor had verified from the long jagged uni-bang. Trowa shut the door and flicked on the light to the room.
"Turn that off! Omae o korosu!" Duo growled and hid under his thin sheet.
"'Omae o korosu'?" Trowa asked partly in surprise because one the lump on the floor shouted at him and two, that wasn't Duo's line, it was Heero's.
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Once in his moonlit room, Heero jumped, he thought he had just heard someone say 'omae o korosu'. No, couldn't be. He was just imagining things. The boy plopped on the bed, face down. Today his bed smelled...different. He inhaled the sheets, it smelled like...strawberries. Sweet strawberries, like in the shampoo that Duo used. Heero shook his head, there was no way that his bed smelled like strawberries. He, again, was imagaining things, it must have been from that phone call earlier. Maybe he had imagined that too.
/I'm not as far as you think I am, Heero.../
...or maybe not.
The Japanese boy rose from the oddly scented bed. His attire was not fit for sleep. Thus, Heero Yuy walked over the dresser and opened it. The boy changed into a loose tank top and pair of silky black boxers that weren't exactly his size, the elastic band didn't even stretch when he slid them on. He shrugged, they would do for now, wait...boxers? Heero didn't have boxers! Oh well, they were there in his dresser. He unconsciously scanned the wooden wardrobe top to bottom, something in the moonlight caught his eye, his laptop to be percise. No, not the laptop, what was written on it, Heero didn't write it. He hadn't touched his precious laptop in over two years. Squinting, Heero struggled to read the print in the darkness of the room. He damned himself for never bothering to change the lightbulb when he first began living in the room. The writing was uniquely messy yet neat, sharp but curved, straight and slanted; the writing was very familiar.
"Su-suki da...?" he stammered out quietly. "Suki da?"
Heero came to a conclusion, someone was definitely in his room while he was gone.
Someone who smelt like sweet strawberries.
Someone who would write 'suki da' on his laptop.
Someone whose handwriting is as distinct as this.
Someone like...
Heero was convinced that he wasn't imagining things because of the obvious. It was clear now, Duo Maxwell had been in his room while he was away. Heero held the laptop in his left hand careful not to rub against the message on the machine, and ran to Quatre room.
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"Will you guys cut it out? I'm trying to sleep down here!"
Quatre ceased kissing Trowa's lips, "Gomen."
"Thank you." Duo said.
*knockknock*
"Quatre...!" came the distant cry.
The blond stared at the door, "Heero?"
"Hai...I need to show you something."
"Alright, hold on."
"Shit!" Duo cursed under his breath, "Tro, what now?"
"Get under the bed." Trowa instructed and pushed the braided boy beneath the mattress. Quatre opened the door, "Can I help you Heero?" he asked.
"Duo's here!"
Trowa, Quatre, and Duo from under the bed, gasped. Good thing it was in unison, otherwise Heero would be able to detect three seperate actions. How did Heero know what Duo was here? Was is so obvious? Did he hear Duo? Did someone tell him? No, no one else knew but Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, and Duo himself. So...
"Duo's...here?" Quatre asked nervously.
Heero shook his head, "He *was* here, whether or not he is still in this mansion is beyond my knowledge, but I know he was in my room sometime earlier. He had to be!"
"What makes you say that?" Trowa said, turning on the lamp. Heero told his friends about the differences in his room.
While underneath the bed Duo tried his damned hardest not to say anything. He could see Heero's ankles, his bare feet pacing back and forth daring him to reach out and grab them. His angel was right there! Before his very eyes, Duo could smell Heero's soothing essence. He still wasn't quite sure what he smelled like, it was just one of those scents that reeked 'Heero' in a good way though. He loved it, he could distinguish it from anything.
Between he and Heero lay no physical blockade in Duo's way. Not a door. Not a window. Now a mile. Not Relena. Heero was right there! Right there! Duo had dreamt of this moent for five years, but, somehow, he just couldn't bring himself to get Heero to realize how close they were. Why not? This is what he had been waiting for! Why???
Suddenly, the ankles were right infront of his nose as Heero sat upon the bed. Duo covered his mouth to prevent his hot breath from breathing on the flesh, though he was positive that Heero wouldn't mind. He scooted over more to the left. Shinigami was sadden from the fact that Heero was less than inches from him, but he couldn't do anything about it.
"He's the only one that smells like strawberries." Heero commented, "He's here, I know he is...but where? This evening, he even said 'I'm not as far as you think I am, Heero...', and Duo Maxwell never lies. He's close, I can almost feel his breath on my legs..."
Duo moved even more to the left, his warm breath was heavy and was floated along Heero's ankles and calves.
"You talked to him?" Trowa asked, Heero shook his head, then the uni-banged boy cocked an eyebrow, "He called you?"
Heero shook his head again, "Not directly."
"I see."
Blue orbs looked up at emerald, "I miss him..." he said, "I want him to be in this very room with me, I want to see him again. I want to see his smile, and I want to smile for him. He has every right to be mad or even hate me, but I don't want him to. Is that wrong?" he asked very out of character, he couldn't believe how open he was being, and for once it was someone else besides Duo. Well, it was only Quatre and Trowa, and he still trusted them like he had during the war. Trowa shook his head. "I told him that I didn't want to get married. I don't even know how we became engaged. It's like one morning I woke up with a ring on my finger." he said.
'That's probably what *DID* happen!' Duo thought to himself. He pondered about what Heero had just told Trowa and Quatre, how could he ever be angry, or hate Heero? Hell, how could *anyone* get angry or hate him? How could anyone resist his pretty Japanese face. He was just too cute. 'I'm right here Heero...'
Heero glared at the thick golden band with large pink diamonds running down the middle petruding at least five millimeters. He had turned it around backwards so he wouldn't have to stare at pink stones every time he looked at his fingers. Relena had wanted to get their names inscribed on the insides of the rings, but Heero refused to do it, and disapproved of her idea. He had to admit, he didn't like the thing. It was well...ugly, at least to him. He hated the color of it, he hated the thickness, he hated the pink stones, he hated the bulky elaborate design Relena chose, and most of all, he hated the way it blinded him in the sunlight.
"I hate this thing." he spat easily sliding off the ring to glare at it from all angles. Shit, the thing didn't even fit his finger! "What am I going to do?" Heero asked silently.
"Do you love him?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you love him?"
The Japanese boy was quiet for a moment, completely unaware that his hesistation was slowly ripping the rapidly beating heart beneath the bed. Finally, his delayed reply came.
"...yes...ever since the day I saw him on that beach..."
As soon as he heard Heero's reply, Duo's head jerked up and his hair caught itself in the springs holding the mattress in place, it hurt, but he didn't care. He carefully freed himself. Duo nearly fainted. Heero loved him! He wanted to jump around the room and do his victory dance with Heero. His Heero, his one and only. It was now officially alright to crash the wedding. Damn, he was glad he waltzed into Heero's room earlier.
"Then don't worry about a thing. Everything will fall into place." Trowa comforted.
"Honto?"
"I'm sure of it." Trowa reassured, "All you have to do is go with the flow, something is bound to happen." Trowa concluded.
"Arigato." Heero smirked. The smirk felt funny since he had given his lips permission to form any facial feature, save a glare and frown. Hell, talking to someone so intimately was weird when you pass up your twenty words per day limit for the first time in two years.
"You should get some sleep Heero." Quatre said. Heero nodded and walked to the door, "Oyasumi." he said and turned away.
Duo stole a quick glance at his beloved as Heero walked out of the room. Once he heard both Quatre's and Heero's door close, he slid out from under the bed with the cockiest grin pasted on his face. Trowa cocked an eyebrow and Quatre giggled.
"He loves me!" Duo nearly squealed in happiness, Heero or not, Shinigami danced his victory dance anyway.
"So it seems." Quatre giggled, Trowa looked sternly at the American, "Duo, don't do anything like that again, you know that Relena will throw you out." he said. Duo sighed, Trowa was right. Then he looked on the bright side of things.
"But, mmmmm...did you see that loose tank top and waist-slipping, silky, black, boxers on his cute little ass?" the braided boy licked his lips and chuckled, "He's sexy even in his pajamas! But...since when did Heero wear silky black boxers? I'm missing--Oi! Chotto matte! Those are mine!"
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The next morning everyone spent their time dressing themselves and preparing for the wedding.
At one o'clock, the guest were filing into the chapel. Relena had mentioned the day she was to be married to the press, and now reporters from around the universe came with cameras, audio recorders, and journalist. Heero noticed this as soon as he saw a bright flash. He hated the press, so he hid away in the restroom. He leaned against the wall not bothering to turn on the light. He would stay there until it was time to get this over with. He only hoped that no one would try to kick him out, it was a single bathroom. How could this day come so soon? Heero slid to the floor, he wished someone would save him today.
Anybody.
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"Oh Dorothy! I feel absolutely horrible!" Relena cried early morning. She had already waken up two hours late and had the most...the most..the most--well, she felt really bad. Dorothy had came to wake Relena-sama up only to find her blond friend hunched over the side of the bed throwing her guts up.
'Poor girl,' Dorothy thought, 'I suppose we should had stopped her from drinking too much.'
"Dorothy!" Relena called voice hoarse from the vomitting she had just finished. Dorothy fled to Relena's side. She helped her friend to the bathroom and helped prepare the hunover princess. Today was going to be a long day.
"Dorothy, I don't feel good..."
"A very long day..." Dorothy said to herself.
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"Quat! Can I come out now?" Duo asked, "This closet doesn't provide any leg space!"
"Who said that you had to stay there?" Wufei returned.
"Well, I suppose since Heero's not here yet." Quatre replied straightening his bow tie. Trowa sat calmly on the couch waiting for the blond to finish dressing so he could get ready (no, he wasn't naked!). The four boys were in a small room in which they were to prepare for the ceremony. Duo recognized the room, it was the priest's dressing room.
Duo jumped out of the cramped closet, "Damn! Do you know hard it is trying to stuff yourself in there in a a TUX???"
"Frankly Maxwell, I've never tried." Wufei retorted buttoning up his white dress shirt.
The braided boy ignored that Asian, he was already dressed and had nothing to do, in other words, he was already bored. He turned to Trowa, "Oi, Tro, I'm bored."
Trowa cocked an eyebrow, "..."
"Can I hang out in the courtyard?"
"No."
"Can I talk to Hilde?"
"No."
"Walk around the church?"
"No."
"Sneak into the kitchen?"
"No."
"I check out the altar?"
"No."
"Sanctuary?"
"That's the same thing." Trowa retorted.
Duo let out a long exasperated sigh, "Well is there *ANYTHING* that I can do?"
"Probably not, Maxwell."
"Can I at least go to that bathroom???"
Trowa thought for a moment, "N--"
"Sure Duo, just don't cause any trouble, alright?" Quatre chirped, "Be careful!"
Duo turned to Trowa, "Geeh, thanks *Quatre*." he said and walked out of the room. Trowa gave his lover a look, there was a good chance that he would run into Relena and he knew it. But knowing the American, he didn't give a rat's ass.
"...Does he even know where the restroom is?" Wufei asked.
"I'm assuming."
The boys shrugged.
It's not that Shinigami needed to use it, he just needed to get away from the other boys, he was never around them without Heero. By the way, where was that psychotic boy? Duo wondered through the halls until he reached the restroom. He tried to turn the handle, but it was locked. He sighed and waited for a few minutes for the man who was in there to come out. He didn't. The braided boy waited a couple more moments, he wasn't getting any where. He knocked on the door. There wasn't even an answer. Maybe no one was in it? He pounded on the door louder.
"Oi, what are you doin' in there?" he asked waiting for a reply. He got none. Duo pounded on the door, "Oi!"
The door opened.
Duo looked at the man who was inside.
"Heero?!"
The cobalt orbs lit up seeing at the figure before him, "Duo???"
The two stood there without a word being said, just looked stunned at each other. Heero hadn't seen Duo in two years, now he was right infront of him.
"How've you been?" Duo finally asked, "Quat says you've been better."
"I have." Heero replied quietly, "You?"
"Yeah, it's not the best part of my life." the American said, "You?"
"...you just asked me that."
"I did, didn't I?" Duo chuckled. It was a contagious soft hearted chuckle, Heero couldn't help himself, he followed. Both boys laughed with each other, but it soon faded away leaving smiles upon their faces.
"Why were we laughing?" Heero asked.
Duo shrugged, "I don't know."
"Me neither."
Shinigami nodded his head, "You look...nice." he said referring to the black tuxedo was wearing.
"You too."
"Uh-huh, well Mr. Yuy, take a good look cause you're not going to see me in a tux again, I hate this thing!" Duo said with a grin casually, "So...did ya miss me, Heero?"
The Japanese boy had the sudden urge to glomp the American, not caring whether or not Duo minded. He couldn't resist, he threw his arms around the amethyst eyed boy's neck, "Duo......" he said as a single tear escaped his eye falling onto Duo's strong shoulder.
Duo was shocked, had the boy missed him so much to resort to *glomping*? Oh well, he sighed and tightly embraced Heero, who had latched on to him. Was it just him, or was Heero...extremely light? Did he lose weight? Duo dimissed the thought, he had more important things to do now. He would think about it later. All was quiet again, there they were ex-lovers united...sort of. Heero could smell the same scent of strawberries on Duo just like the one from his bed.
"I take that as a yes?" Duo suggested after a while. Heero nodded as more tears of happiness and sadness slid down his face, the braided boy tried to free himself from the ex-gundam pilot's embrace to see his face in person. Not his ankles, not his bed, not threw and window, and not from behind a door; in person. But being as strong as Heero was, Duo couldn't seem to pry his arms off. "You gotta let me go, Heero..." he said. Heero reluctantly released him just enough to meet each other face to face.
Duo smiled down at the Asian and wiped away all traces of tears.
"I missed you too."
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Miss Relena stood tapping her foot waiting for the other girls to finish dressing. Her wedding gown was indeed white, like she told Heero, it had pink trimmings with lace. The veil covered just below her chin (so it wouldn't take so long for Heero to kiss her pink colored lips), above the veil were pink cloth flowers. The dress itself was very...well...poofy. Her shoes were sharp, pointy high heels (lord forbids she should kick someone), and her hair was down with pink brettes. She wore light pink gloves that reached over her elbow with a bouquet full of (you guessed it) pink flowers. Her neck was lined with loose pearls that were pink and white and her earrings were golden rings with pink diamonds in the center. The blush on her cheeks were pink, and eyeshadow was light blue. The mascara on her eyelashes was a mixture between pink and black, why? Who knows. All in all, she looked like a Barbie Doll and in order for her to walk properly without tripping over herself, she had to hold up nearly all ends of the dress. Such trouble.
"Will you hurry up? Heero is waiting!" Relena said sharply. She had invited Mariemia to be her flower girl, and selected, Dorothy, Hilde, and Catherine to be the bride's maid. Milliardo would walk her down the aisle, and one of Quatre's nephew's to be carry the rings. Fun.
"Unlike you Relena, who has been dreaming of this day for *five* years, we need time to get into these dresses." Hilde said under her breath.
"What was that?" Relena glared.
"Nani? What was what?" Hilde retorted innocently. Catherine giggled at the dark haired girl's behavior, it would be so boring with out her. The girls didn't have many things in common. Hilde tried to strike up another conversation, "I talked to Wufei this morning."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, he said that he spoke to Duo over the phone."
Relena's glared deepened even more, even if Hilde was her friend and all, she never liked it when someone mentioned *his* name in front of her.
"About what did they talk about?" Dorothy asked.
Hilde shrugged, "I don't know, he wouldn't tell. He just said that Duo wanted to talk to Heero."
"Nani?!" Relena bellowed, "He wanted to talk to *MY* Heero?"
"Chill out Peacecraft. They can still be friends ya know. Don't have a cow every time someone mentions his name." Catherine said rolling her eyes.
"For real!" Hilde said, "DuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuo!"
Dorothy playfully slapped Hilde's hand, "Be quiet!"
"Well, after we're married, he can come over and crash the house anytime he wants. Heero doesn't believe in divorce."
Hilde cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah, whatever."
"He doesn't!"
"What does Heero not believing in divorce have anything to do with crashing your house?" Hilde wondered.
"Must you question everything that comes out of my mouth????" Relena asked aggravated.
"Relena, calm down, or you'll sweat your make-up off. You want to look your best. Everyone is watching." Dorothy pointed out, Relena took the advice, her friends' words shouldn't bother her.
"Oh damn."
"What is it now Relena?"
"I have to use the little girls' room." she said, "And I have all of *this* on! Ugh!"
"Didn't you think of that before?"
"No!" Relena said as she walked to the door, "Where's the restroom, by the way?"
"Down the hall to the left, Relena-san."
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Duo was still holding Heero close; Heero's head was on his shoulder both or their eyes being shut, and Duo's head rested in messy chocolate locks, inhaling the sweet scent of the boy. Heero smelled like......Hell! Duo didn't know what he smelled like, but he loved it. Arms wrapped around each other, they both didn't want to let go. Heero hugged Duo tighter.
"How long are you going to go on like this?" Duo asked quietly.
Heero sighed, "I don't know..." he said. The Japanese boy leaned into the other's firm neck, "Duo...I--"
"Heero!" came a shrill shriek.
Heero and Duo turned to face the sound, "Relena?" Duo asked containing his laughter, Relena in a poofy wedding gown. Fun~ny.
Relena stared shock, "Duo?"
"Heero?"
"Relena?"
"Duo?"
"PAGAN!!!" the girl shouted.
Suddenly, Pagan showed up, "Yes, Miss Relena?"
She gave Duo her deadliest glare, "Get this man out of my SIGHT!" she screamed and tried to pull Duo away from her fiance.
Shaking his head, Heero held on to Duo, he didn't want to let go. The boys heard clacking footsteps, not the ones from dress shoes, the ones for boots. Combative boots. Security. The men pulled Duo from Heero, but Heero caught his hand. Half of the men held Heero back and the other half worked on pleasing Relena's order. Their hands broke apart, Duo held his hand out and Heero reached for it. But the fingers only touched, too far to grip. With Relena's shrieking in the background, they two were pulled from each others' grasp. Duo kicked and tried to throw a few punches, he even tried to bite, anything that would get the men to release him and get back to the Japanese angel. Heero did the same, but was too restrained. Five men it took to hold Heero back and seven for Duo.
"Heero!" Duo shouted.
"Duo!!!" Heero cried as the braided boy was carried off, "No, come back Duo! Come back! Don't leave me!"
Heero was on the verge of tears...some how the braided boy always had that effect on him. He struggled with all of his will and might, but the five men just wouldn't let up. Left breathless, he panted the name of his ex-lover, "Duo......"
The men gradually released him, when they did, he got up and sprinted after the braided boy.
"Duo!"
The guards grabbed him as soon as he saw a chestnut braid round the corner.
Heero glared and struggled again, "Let me go!" he jerked up tried to free himself, but nothing worked.
The names and pleas echoed through the church halls and faded into the empty air.
When everything calmed and Heero didn't attempt to run after the boy again, he was put into the hands of Relena. He sank to his knees and wiped the forming tears from his eyes. Why did she have to do that? Why was he always torn from the one he loved the most? Were the heavens so cruel not to let him spend time with the one he wanted? Was this torture? Did he do something wrong? Heero didn't know why every time something good happened, bad always followed. Did the universe hate him? Did no one want the ex-Perfect Soldier to be happy? He could only think of one thing, "Duo..." he whispered letting the short three lettered name roll off of his tongue.
"Heero," she said sympathetically shaking her head, "I love you. I've told you once, I've told you over a thousands times, you and I are getting married. Today to be exact. We're. Getting. Married. I will not have obstacles in our way. We were meant for each other, Heero. I'm not going to let your *fling* get in the way!" she spat.
Heero said nothing, he felt the ice around his heart freeze up again. Fling. She had called Duo a fling. He wanted to tear her head off, or yell, or *something*, but he just couldn't bring himself to do anything but stay where he was. Relena began ranting again, but he wasn't listen. He never was. He recalled what had just happened. Torn away from the one he loved. Though, the good thing was that he got to see Duo. It's what he wanted wasn't it? Just to see him again. Now that he had gotten what he wanted, it was over. Even if he didn't want to, even if he wanted more time, he had to face reality, right?
He heard people approaching.
"Yuy!"
Heero rose to his feet and turned to the owner of the voice that just called him, Wufei. Behind the Asian were Quatre and Trowa. Quatre asked Relena what had happened, her reply was very misleading.
"He was making out with Heero right infront of me!" she said, "Now I'm willing to forgive Heero, he must have been under pressure, that Duo has a mouth, a sweet talker isn't he? I can understand how Heero could have been fooled, but Duo! That was just unacceptable! He cames in, uninvited, and starts to grope at him, I just can't allow that!"
Perhaps she was jumping to conclusion, or maybe she was doing it on purpose to make Heero and Duo to look bad. Whether it was one or the other is unknown, but then again no one really cared...well...that's not true, Heero did.
Once again, the ex-Perfect Soldier wanted to yell and scream at the immature girl. She had totally distorted the predicament that him and the braided boy were in. Sometimes she made him so mad. Every now and then he would wish that he was a girl so he could slap her face into a bright blood red color...but he wasn't a girl.
"Miss Relena, I'm sure they had their reasons..." Trowa said.
The stubborn girl shook her head, "No, I don't believe that."
"...that's not what happened..." Heero said silently to his friends. Trowa and Quatre escorted Heero to the dressing room while Wufei took Relena back to where she had come from.
"You know Relena-sama," Wufei began, "it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding..."
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"Hey! Watch it!" Duo spat as he was brutally thrown out of the chapel and locked out of the gates.
"Stay out of the church." a guard warned.
Duo glared from the ground he had landed on, "Oh go protect Relena!" he stood up and brushed himself off, "Damn, Quat's gonna kill me for that stain..." he ran to the closed gates, "Oi! Oi! You have to let me in!" he shook the gates hard making a rusty rattling noise. "Oi!"
The guard held his walkie-talkie to his mouth, "Secure the perimeter." he said.
"No! You idiot! Why did you have to do *THAT*!!! Ugh!" Duo shouted and shook the gate more. He attempted to break the gate down, but no dice. Didn't work. He wasn't Heero who could bend steel. Oh God, Heero! He had to get to him before it was too late. Wait...he couldn't bend steel, but that lock looks mighty old. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin small piece of metal...
The church bells rang loudly.
2:00 PM.
"Shit!" he shouted. He had to get to Heero. No matter what, he will make it, "Matte kudasai Heero"
The bells ceased and it began it rain heavily.
"Matte Heero!"
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TBC?
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Well, the bottom at last! Heehee. I don't know what to say. It's really been a long time. Again, I'm really sorry about that. But now it summer and there's more time to write! At least for now. If anyone wants I'll get the next part out in day or so. So...thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!
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Arigato minna-san!
Aznfiregoddess: I'll continue no doubt ^_^, just keep reading, ne?' Sakura Yuy: Heehee, I think when Relena is drunk she's more lovable that way...if...you can love her *shrugs*.; anic: Aw, I hope you haven't cried any *pats anic's back*, and I hope his part answered your question too.; Ashly: *waves 2x1 flag back* heehee glad you and I see the same about no sympathy for Relena ^_^ Arigato!; Dreaming Dragon: I know I have very bad bad bad Japanese, so if you see any horrible mistakes, please tell me ^_^. Don't worry DD-chan, we'll get to your dramatic scene soon ^_~!; x1-TaKeN-oVeR: No! Don't die! I wrote more see! Come back...!; Berrful Hunter: I won't have Heero be with anyone else ^_^...well..in the end at least.; Serafina: I've gotten so many comment about Relena being Drunk, think I should do more of her like that? Serafina, where did your name come from? It's so cool. Just rolls off my tongue.; Emily Hato: Mature, wow, that's the last thing I'd ever think my writing was. Thank you so much. It gives me a fuzzy feeling inside ^_^.; LB: Ah, Wufei, he's a good man don't you think? At least when everyone's not bashing him I guess. I know what you mean about the one parent say no go to the other thing is. I use it all the time! It's only wrong when you get caught ^_~.; kaori-chan: That's great, this means anytime you read one of my fics you'll check up on my Japanese? That's be great. Cause the only Japanese I know is all spelled in Korean pronunciation. It's just easier for me it remember. But thanks alot, I learned something now about the silent u ^_^.; ozzypoos: Because Trowa is a nice guy. Don't worry, the fall will all come back in a different form and worst impact *grins evilly*.; Yume-chan: Of course this is for you! After all the scanned DJs you sent me, it's the least I could do ^_^. I'll talk to you later, ne? Ja!
Extra thanks to all the readers who are still reading this delayed story. Thank you!
Warnings: R+1 (lil Relena-bashin' at the beginning), Shonen Ai/Yaoi: 2+1/2x1 (because I believe in a sensitive Heero), 3+4; maybe yuri, depends on how you look at it, mild language, romance, lil drama, sap, uh...I think that covers it.
Notes: Yeah, R+1 (ack!), but it's not what you think! Excuse all the errors. Sorry this took so long. I guess I've kinda been neglecting my writings -_-; in any case...Enjoy!
("...")- indicates a telephone conversation, other line
/.../- flashback thing
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Matte Kudasai Heero
Part 3: Matte Heero
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Quatre and Heero arrived back at Relena's estate at two o'clock that morning. The Japanese boy thanked the Arabian and left for his room after he said good night. As Heero was on his way, and Quatre was on his. The platnium blonde was tired and wanted to go to bed. Perferably with Trowa, but whatever works. He stepped into the dark room he was currently staying in and kicked his shoes off. Screw personal hygiene! Quat was dead tired. He had spent all night running after Heero who was convinced that Duo was somewhere in the building, which Duo wasn't, so it was all pointless. Why was the Japanese male so stubborn? And speaking of his braided friend...
"Duo?" Quatre asked as he flipped on the lamp.
"Ugh!" a lump on the floor whined as the lights offended his opened eyes, "Quat, turn that thing off! Can't you see that I'm sleeping?"
Quatre pulled off his jacket and shirt, "Gomen, Duo, I'll turn it off in a second." he said, and in a second, he did turn off the light as soon as he was under the covers and ready to sleep.
"So...how was he?" asked Duo.
"Who?"
"Heero."
Quatre was silent for a moment then answered, "He's been better."
"...what's that suppose to mean?"
The blond groaned, "Duo, go to sleep, onegai? We can talk about it in the morning."
"Okay, but don't think you can get away my plaguing you of questions tomorrow."
"Wasn't planning too."
Duo was satisfied...for now, he closed his eyes to attempted to rest. Suddenly the door creaked opened and a tall figure quietly stepped into the room.
"Quatre?" asked the figure.
It was Trowa, the lump on the floor had verified from the long jagged uni-bang. Trowa shut the door and flicked on the light to the room.
"Turn that off! Omae o korosu!" Duo growled and hid under his thin sheet.
"'Omae o korosu'?" Trowa asked partly in surprise because one the lump on the floor shouted at him and two, that wasn't Duo's line, it was Heero's.
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Once in his moonlit room, Heero jumped, he thought he had just heard someone say 'omae o korosu'. No, couldn't be. He was just imagining things. The boy plopped on the bed, face down. Today his bed smelled...different. He inhaled the sheets, it smelled like...strawberries. Sweet strawberries, like in the shampoo that Duo used. Heero shook his head, there was no way that his bed smelled like strawberries. He, again, was imagaining things, it must have been from that phone call earlier. Maybe he had imagined that too.
/I'm not as far as you think I am, Heero.../
...or maybe not.
The Japanese boy rose from the oddly scented bed. His attire was not fit for sleep. Thus, Heero Yuy walked over the dresser and opened it. The boy changed into a loose tank top and pair of silky black boxers that weren't exactly his size, the elastic band didn't even stretch when he slid them on. He shrugged, they would do for now, wait...boxers? Heero didn't have boxers! Oh well, they were there in his dresser. He unconsciously scanned the wooden wardrobe top to bottom, something in the moonlight caught his eye, his laptop to be percise. No, not the laptop, what was written on it, Heero didn't write it. He hadn't touched his precious laptop in over two years. Squinting, Heero struggled to read the print in the darkness of the room. He damned himself for never bothering to change the lightbulb when he first began living in the room. The writing was uniquely messy yet neat, sharp but curved, straight and slanted; the writing was very familiar.
"Su-suki da...?" he stammered out quietly. "Suki da?"
Heero came to a conclusion, someone was definitely in his room while he was gone.
Someone who smelt like sweet strawberries.
Someone who would write 'suki da' on his laptop.
Someone whose handwriting is as distinct as this.
Someone like...
Heero was convinced that he wasn't imagining things because of the obvious. It was clear now, Duo Maxwell had been in his room while he was away. Heero held the laptop in his left hand careful not to rub against the message on the machine, and ran to Quatre room.
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"Will you guys cut it out? I'm trying to sleep down here!"
Quatre ceased kissing Trowa's lips, "Gomen."
"Thank you." Duo said.
*knockknock*
"Quatre...!" came the distant cry.
The blond stared at the door, "Heero?"
"Hai...I need to show you something."
"Alright, hold on."
"Shit!" Duo cursed under his breath, "Tro, what now?"
"Get under the bed." Trowa instructed and pushed the braided boy beneath the mattress. Quatre opened the door, "Can I help you Heero?" he asked.
"Duo's here!"
Trowa, Quatre, and Duo from under the bed, gasped. Good thing it was in unison, otherwise Heero would be able to detect three seperate actions. How did Heero know what Duo was here? Was is so obvious? Did he hear Duo? Did someone tell him? No, no one else knew but Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, and Duo himself. So...
"Duo's...here?" Quatre asked nervously.
Heero shook his head, "He *was* here, whether or not he is still in this mansion is beyond my knowledge, but I know he was in my room sometime earlier. He had to be!"
"What makes you say that?" Trowa said, turning on the lamp. Heero told his friends about the differences in his room.
While underneath the bed Duo tried his damned hardest not to say anything. He could see Heero's ankles, his bare feet pacing back and forth daring him to reach out and grab them. His angel was right there! Before his very eyes, Duo could smell Heero's soothing essence. He still wasn't quite sure what he smelled like, it was just one of those scents that reeked 'Heero' in a good way though. He loved it, he could distinguish it from anything.
Between he and Heero lay no physical blockade in Duo's way. Not a door. Not a window. Now a mile. Not Relena. Heero was right there! Right there! Duo had dreamt of this moent for five years, but, somehow, he just couldn't bring himself to get Heero to realize how close they were. Why not? This is what he had been waiting for! Why???
Suddenly, the ankles were right infront of his nose as Heero sat upon the bed. Duo covered his mouth to prevent his hot breath from breathing on the flesh, though he was positive that Heero wouldn't mind. He scooted over more to the left. Shinigami was sadden from the fact that Heero was less than inches from him, but he couldn't do anything about it.
"He's the only one that smells like strawberries." Heero commented, "He's here, I know he is...but where? This evening, he even said 'I'm not as far as you think I am, Heero...', and Duo Maxwell never lies. He's close, I can almost feel his breath on my legs..."
Duo moved even more to the left, his warm breath was heavy and was floated along Heero's ankles and calves.
"You talked to him?" Trowa asked, Heero shook his head, then the uni-banged boy cocked an eyebrow, "He called you?"
Heero shook his head again, "Not directly."
"I see."
Blue orbs looked up at emerald, "I miss him..." he said, "I want him to be in this very room with me, I want to see him again. I want to see his smile, and I want to smile for him. He has every right to be mad or even hate me, but I don't want him to. Is that wrong?" he asked very out of character, he couldn't believe how open he was being, and for once it was someone else besides Duo. Well, it was only Quatre and Trowa, and he still trusted them like he had during the war. Trowa shook his head. "I told him that I didn't want to get married. I don't even know how we became engaged. It's like one morning I woke up with a ring on my finger." he said.
'That's probably what *DID* happen!' Duo thought to himself. He pondered about what Heero had just told Trowa and Quatre, how could he ever be angry, or hate Heero? Hell, how could *anyone* get angry or hate him? How could anyone resist his pretty Japanese face. He was just too cute. 'I'm right here Heero...'
Heero glared at the thick golden band with large pink diamonds running down the middle petruding at least five millimeters. He had turned it around backwards so he wouldn't have to stare at pink stones every time he looked at his fingers. Relena had wanted to get their names inscribed on the insides of the rings, but Heero refused to do it, and disapproved of her idea. He had to admit, he didn't like the thing. It was well...ugly, at least to him. He hated the color of it, he hated the thickness, he hated the pink stones, he hated the bulky elaborate design Relena chose, and most of all, he hated the way it blinded him in the sunlight.
"I hate this thing." he spat easily sliding off the ring to glare at it from all angles. Shit, the thing didn't even fit his finger! "What am I going to do?" Heero asked silently.
"Do you love him?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you love him?"
The Japanese boy was quiet for a moment, completely unaware that his hesistation was slowly ripping the rapidly beating heart beneath the bed. Finally, his delayed reply came.
"...yes...ever since the day I saw him on that beach..."
As soon as he heard Heero's reply, Duo's head jerked up and his hair caught itself in the springs holding the mattress in place, it hurt, but he didn't care. He carefully freed himself. Duo nearly fainted. Heero loved him! He wanted to jump around the room and do his victory dance with Heero. His Heero, his one and only. It was now officially alright to crash the wedding. Damn, he was glad he waltzed into Heero's room earlier.
"Then don't worry about a thing. Everything will fall into place." Trowa comforted.
"Honto?"
"I'm sure of it." Trowa reassured, "All you have to do is go with the flow, something is bound to happen." Trowa concluded.
"Arigato." Heero smirked. The smirk felt funny since he had given his lips permission to form any facial feature, save a glare and frown. Hell, talking to someone so intimately was weird when you pass up your twenty words per day limit for the first time in two years.
"You should get some sleep Heero." Quatre said. Heero nodded and walked to the door, "Oyasumi." he said and turned away.
Duo stole a quick glance at his beloved as Heero walked out of the room. Once he heard both Quatre's and Heero's door close, he slid out from under the bed with the cockiest grin pasted on his face. Trowa cocked an eyebrow and Quatre giggled.
"He loves me!" Duo nearly squealed in happiness, Heero or not, Shinigami danced his victory dance anyway.
"So it seems." Quatre giggled, Trowa looked sternly at the American, "Duo, don't do anything like that again, you know that Relena will throw you out." he said. Duo sighed, Trowa was right. Then he looked on the bright side of things.
"But, mmmmm...did you see that loose tank top and waist-slipping, silky, black, boxers on his cute little ass?" the braided boy licked his lips and chuckled, "He's sexy even in his pajamas! But...since when did Heero wear silky black boxers? I'm missing--Oi! Chotto matte! Those are mine!"
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The next morning everyone spent their time dressing themselves and preparing for the wedding.
At one o'clock, the guest were filing into the chapel. Relena had mentioned the day she was to be married to the press, and now reporters from around the universe came with cameras, audio recorders, and journalist. Heero noticed this as soon as he saw a bright flash. He hated the press, so he hid away in the restroom. He leaned against the wall not bothering to turn on the light. He would stay there until it was time to get this over with. He only hoped that no one would try to kick him out, it was a single bathroom. How could this day come so soon? Heero slid to the floor, he wished someone would save him today.
Anybody.
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"Oh Dorothy! I feel absolutely horrible!" Relena cried early morning. She had already waken up two hours late and had the most...the most..the most--well, she felt really bad. Dorothy had came to wake Relena-sama up only to find her blond friend hunched over the side of the bed throwing her guts up.
'Poor girl,' Dorothy thought, 'I suppose we should had stopped her from drinking too much.'
"Dorothy!" Relena called voice hoarse from the vomitting she had just finished. Dorothy fled to Relena's side. She helped her friend to the bathroom and helped prepare the hunover princess. Today was going to be a long day.
"Dorothy, I don't feel good..."
"A very long day..." Dorothy said to herself.
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"Quat! Can I come out now?" Duo asked, "This closet doesn't provide any leg space!"
"Who said that you had to stay there?" Wufei returned.
"Well, I suppose since Heero's not here yet." Quatre replied straightening his bow tie. Trowa sat calmly on the couch waiting for the blond to finish dressing so he could get ready (no, he wasn't naked!). The four boys were in a small room in which they were to prepare for the ceremony. Duo recognized the room, it was the priest's dressing room.
Duo jumped out of the cramped closet, "Damn! Do you know hard it is trying to stuff yourself in there in a a TUX???"
"Frankly Maxwell, I've never tried." Wufei retorted buttoning up his white dress shirt.
The braided boy ignored that Asian, he was already dressed and had nothing to do, in other words, he was already bored. He turned to Trowa, "Oi, Tro, I'm bored."
Trowa cocked an eyebrow, "..."
"Can I hang out in the courtyard?"
"No."
"Can I talk to Hilde?"
"No."
"Walk around the church?"
"No."
"Sneak into the kitchen?"
"No."
"I check out the altar?"
"No."
"Sanctuary?"
"That's the same thing." Trowa retorted.
Duo let out a long exasperated sigh, "Well is there *ANYTHING* that I can do?"
"Probably not, Maxwell."
"Can I at least go to that bathroom???"
Trowa thought for a moment, "N--"
"Sure Duo, just don't cause any trouble, alright?" Quatre chirped, "Be careful!"
Duo turned to Trowa, "Geeh, thanks *Quatre*." he said and walked out of the room. Trowa gave his lover a look, there was a good chance that he would run into Relena and he knew it. But knowing the American, he didn't give a rat's ass.
"...Does he even know where the restroom is?" Wufei asked.
"I'm assuming."
The boys shrugged.
It's not that Shinigami needed to use it, he just needed to get away from the other boys, he was never around them without Heero. By the way, where was that psychotic boy? Duo wondered through the halls until he reached the restroom. He tried to turn the handle, but it was locked. He sighed and waited for a few minutes for the man who was in there to come out. He didn't. The braided boy waited a couple more moments, he wasn't getting any where. He knocked on the door. There wasn't even an answer. Maybe no one was in it? He pounded on the door louder.
"Oi, what are you doin' in there?" he asked waiting for a reply. He got none. Duo pounded on the door, "Oi!"
The door opened.
Duo looked at the man who was inside.
"Heero?!"
The cobalt orbs lit up seeing at the figure before him, "Duo???"
The two stood there without a word being said, just looked stunned at each other. Heero hadn't seen Duo in two years, now he was right infront of him.
"How've you been?" Duo finally asked, "Quat says you've been better."
"I have." Heero replied quietly, "You?"
"Yeah, it's not the best part of my life." the American said, "You?"
"...you just asked me that."
"I did, didn't I?" Duo chuckled. It was a contagious soft hearted chuckle, Heero couldn't help himself, he followed. Both boys laughed with each other, but it soon faded away leaving smiles upon their faces.
"Why were we laughing?" Heero asked.
Duo shrugged, "I don't know."
"Me neither."
Shinigami nodded his head, "You look...nice." he said referring to the black tuxedo was wearing.
"You too."
"Uh-huh, well Mr. Yuy, take a good look cause you're not going to see me in a tux again, I hate this thing!" Duo said with a grin casually, "So...did ya miss me, Heero?"
The Japanese boy had the sudden urge to glomp the American, not caring whether or not Duo minded. He couldn't resist, he threw his arms around the amethyst eyed boy's neck, "Duo......" he said as a single tear escaped his eye falling onto Duo's strong shoulder.
Duo was shocked, had the boy missed him so much to resort to *glomping*? Oh well, he sighed and tightly embraced Heero, who had latched on to him. Was it just him, or was Heero...extremely light? Did he lose weight? Duo dimissed the thought, he had more important things to do now. He would think about it later. All was quiet again, there they were ex-lovers united...sort of. Heero could smell the same scent of strawberries on Duo just like the one from his bed.
"I take that as a yes?" Duo suggested after a while. Heero nodded as more tears of happiness and sadness slid down his face, the braided boy tried to free himself from the ex-gundam pilot's embrace to see his face in person. Not his ankles, not his bed, not threw and window, and not from behind a door; in person. But being as strong as Heero was, Duo couldn't seem to pry his arms off. "You gotta let me go, Heero..." he said. Heero reluctantly released him just enough to meet each other face to face.
Duo smiled down at the Asian and wiped away all traces of tears.
"I missed you too."
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Miss Relena stood tapping her foot waiting for the other girls to finish dressing. Her wedding gown was indeed white, like she told Heero, it had pink trimmings with lace. The veil covered just below her chin (so it wouldn't take so long for Heero to kiss her pink colored lips), above the veil were pink cloth flowers. The dress itself was very...well...poofy. Her shoes were sharp, pointy high heels (lord forbids she should kick someone), and her hair was down with pink brettes. She wore light pink gloves that reached over her elbow with a bouquet full of (you guessed it) pink flowers. Her neck was lined with loose pearls that were pink and white and her earrings were golden rings with pink diamonds in the center. The blush on her cheeks were pink, and eyeshadow was light blue. The mascara on her eyelashes was a mixture between pink and black, why? Who knows. All in all, she looked like a Barbie Doll and in order for her to walk properly without tripping over herself, she had to hold up nearly all ends of the dress. Such trouble.
"Will you hurry up? Heero is waiting!" Relena said sharply. She had invited Mariemia to be her flower girl, and selected, Dorothy, Hilde, and Catherine to be the bride's maid. Milliardo would walk her down the aisle, and one of Quatre's nephew's to be carry the rings. Fun.
"Unlike you Relena, who has been dreaming of this day for *five* years, we need time to get into these dresses." Hilde said under her breath.
"What was that?" Relena glared.
"Nani? What was what?" Hilde retorted innocently. Catherine giggled at the dark haired girl's behavior, it would be so boring with out her. The girls didn't have many things in common. Hilde tried to strike up another conversation, "I talked to Wufei this morning."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, he said that he spoke to Duo over the phone."
Relena's glared deepened even more, even if Hilde was her friend and all, she never liked it when someone mentioned *his* name in front of her.
"About what did they talk about?" Dorothy asked.
Hilde shrugged, "I don't know, he wouldn't tell. He just said that Duo wanted to talk to Heero."
"Nani?!" Relena bellowed, "He wanted to talk to *MY* Heero?"
"Chill out Peacecraft. They can still be friends ya know. Don't have a cow every time someone mentions his name." Catherine said rolling her eyes.
"For real!" Hilde said, "DuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuoDuo!"
Dorothy playfully slapped Hilde's hand, "Be quiet!"
"Well, after we're married, he can come over and crash the house anytime he wants. Heero doesn't believe in divorce."
Hilde cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah, whatever."
"He doesn't!"
"What does Heero not believing in divorce have anything to do with crashing your house?" Hilde wondered.
"Must you question everything that comes out of my mouth????" Relena asked aggravated.
"Relena, calm down, or you'll sweat your make-up off. You want to look your best. Everyone is watching." Dorothy pointed out, Relena took the advice, her friends' words shouldn't bother her.
"Oh damn."
"What is it now Relena?"
"I have to use the little girls' room." she said, "And I have all of *this* on! Ugh!"
"Didn't you think of that before?"
"No!" Relena said as she walked to the door, "Where's the restroom, by the way?"
"Down the hall to the left, Relena-san."
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Duo was still holding Heero close; Heero's head was on his shoulder both or their eyes being shut, and Duo's head rested in messy chocolate locks, inhaling the sweet scent of the boy. Heero smelled like......Hell! Duo didn't know what he smelled like, but he loved it. Arms wrapped around each other, they both didn't want to let go. Heero hugged Duo tighter.
"How long are you going to go on like this?" Duo asked quietly.
Heero sighed, "I don't know..." he said. The Japanese boy leaned into the other's firm neck, "Duo...I--"
"Heero!" came a shrill shriek.
Heero and Duo turned to face the sound, "Relena?" Duo asked containing his laughter, Relena in a poofy wedding gown. Fun~ny.
Relena stared shock, "Duo?"
"Heero?"
"Relena?"
"Duo?"
"PAGAN!!!" the girl shouted.
Suddenly, Pagan showed up, "Yes, Miss Relena?"
She gave Duo her deadliest glare, "Get this man out of my SIGHT!" she screamed and tried to pull Duo away from her fiance.
Shaking his head, Heero held on to Duo, he didn't want to let go. The boys heard clacking footsteps, not the ones from dress shoes, the ones for boots. Combative boots. Security. The men pulled Duo from Heero, but Heero caught his hand. Half of the men held Heero back and the other half worked on pleasing Relena's order. Their hands broke apart, Duo held his hand out and Heero reached for it. But the fingers only touched, too far to grip. With Relena's shrieking in the background, they two were pulled from each others' grasp. Duo kicked and tried to throw a few punches, he even tried to bite, anything that would get the men to release him and get back to the Japanese angel. Heero did the same, but was too restrained. Five men it took to hold Heero back and seven for Duo.
"Heero!" Duo shouted.
"Duo!!!" Heero cried as the braided boy was carried off, "No, come back Duo! Come back! Don't leave me!"
Heero was on the verge of tears...some how the braided boy always had that effect on him. He struggled with all of his will and might, but the five men just wouldn't let up. Left breathless, he panted the name of his ex-lover, "Duo......"
The men gradually released him, when they did, he got up and sprinted after the braided boy.
"Duo!"
The guards grabbed him as soon as he saw a chestnut braid round the corner.
Heero glared and struggled again, "Let me go!" he jerked up tried to free himself, but nothing worked.
The names and pleas echoed through the church halls and faded into the empty air.
When everything calmed and Heero didn't attempt to run after the boy again, he was put into the hands of Relena. He sank to his knees and wiped the forming tears from his eyes. Why did she have to do that? Why was he always torn from the one he loved the most? Were the heavens so cruel not to let him spend time with the one he wanted? Was this torture? Did he do something wrong? Heero didn't know why every time something good happened, bad always followed. Did the universe hate him? Did no one want the ex-Perfect Soldier to be happy? He could only think of one thing, "Duo..." he whispered letting the short three lettered name roll off of his tongue.
"Heero," she said sympathetically shaking her head, "I love you. I've told you once, I've told you over a thousands times, you and I are getting married. Today to be exact. We're. Getting. Married. I will not have obstacles in our way. We were meant for each other, Heero. I'm not going to let your *fling* get in the way!" she spat.
Heero said nothing, he felt the ice around his heart freeze up again. Fling. She had called Duo a fling. He wanted to tear her head off, or yell, or *something*, but he just couldn't bring himself to do anything but stay where he was. Relena began ranting again, but he wasn't listen. He never was. He recalled what had just happened. Torn away from the one he loved. Though, the good thing was that he got to see Duo. It's what he wanted wasn't it? Just to see him again. Now that he had gotten what he wanted, it was over. Even if he didn't want to, even if he wanted more time, he had to face reality, right?
He heard people approaching.
"Yuy!"
Heero rose to his feet and turned to the owner of the voice that just called him, Wufei. Behind the Asian were Quatre and Trowa. Quatre asked Relena what had happened, her reply was very misleading.
"He was making out with Heero right infront of me!" she said, "Now I'm willing to forgive Heero, he must have been under pressure, that Duo has a mouth, a sweet talker isn't he? I can understand how Heero could have been fooled, but Duo! That was just unacceptable! He cames in, uninvited, and starts to grope at him, I just can't allow that!"
Perhaps she was jumping to conclusion, or maybe she was doing it on purpose to make Heero and Duo to look bad. Whether it was one or the other is unknown, but then again no one really cared...well...that's not true, Heero did.
Once again, the ex-Perfect Soldier wanted to yell and scream at the immature girl. She had totally distorted the predicament that him and the braided boy were in. Sometimes she made him so mad. Every now and then he would wish that he was a girl so he could slap her face into a bright blood red color...but he wasn't a girl.
"Miss Relena, I'm sure they had their reasons..." Trowa said.
The stubborn girl shook her head, "No, I don't believe that."
"...that's not what happened..." Heero said silently to his friends. Trowa and Quatre escorted Heero to the dressing room while Wufei took Relena back to where she had come from.
"You know Relena-sama," Wufei began, "it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding..."
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"Hey! Watch it!" Duo spat as he was brutally thrown out of the chapel and locked out of the gates.
"Stay out of the church." a guard warned.
Duo glared from the ground he had landed on, "Oh go protect Relena!" he stood up and brushed himself off, "Damn, Quat's gonna kill me for that stain..." he ran to the closed gates, "Oi! Oi! You have to let me in!" he shook the gates hard making a rusty rattling noise. "Oi!"
The guard held his walkie-talkie to his mouth, "Secure the perimeter." he said.
"No! You idiot! Why did you have to do *THAT*!!! Ugh!" Duo shouted and shook the gate more. He attempted to break the gate down, but no dice. Didn't work. He wasn't Heero who could bend steel. Oh God, Heero! He had to get to him before it was too late. Wait...he couldn't bend steel, but that lock looks mighty old. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin small piece of metal...
The church bells rang loudly.
2:00 PM.
"Shit!" he shouted. He had to get to Heero. No matter what, he will make it, "Matte kudasai Heero"
The bells ceased and it began it rain heavily.
"Matte Heero!"
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TBC?
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Well, the bottom at last! Heehee. I don't know what to say. It's really been a long time. Again, I'm really sorry about that. But now it summer and there's more time to write! At least for now. If anyone wants I'll get the next part out in day or so. So...thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!
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Arigato minna-san!
Aznfiregoddess: I'll continue no doubt ^_^, just keep reading, ne?' Sakura Yuy: Heehee, I think when Relena is drunk she's more lovable that way...if...you can love her *shrugs*.; anic: Aw, I hope you haven't cried any *pats anic's back*, and I hope his part answered your question too.; Ashly: *waves 2x1 flag back* heehee glad you and I see the same about no sympathy for Relena ^_^ Arigato!; Dreaming Dragon: I know I have very bad bad bad Japanese, so if you see any horrible mistakes, please tell me ^_^. Don't worry DD-chan, we'll get to your dramatic scene soon ^_~!; x1-TaKeN-oVeR: No! Don't die! I wrote more see! Come back...!; Berrful Hunter: I won't have Heero be with anyone else ^_^...well..in the end at least.; Serafina: I've gotten so many comment about Relena being Drunk, think I should do more of her like that? Serafina, where did your name come from? It's so cool. Just rolls off my tongue.; Emily Hato: Mature, wow, that's the last thing I'd ever think my writing was. Thank you so much. It gives me a fuzzy feeling inside ^_^.; LB: Ah, Wufei, he's a good man don't you think? At least when everyone's not bashing him I guess. I know what you mean about the one parent say no go to the other thing is. I use it all the time! It's only wrong when you get caught ^_~.; kaori-chan: That's great, this means anytime you read one of my fics you'll check up on my Japanese? That's be great. Cause the only Japanese I know is all spelled in Korean pronunciation. It's just easier for me it remember. But thanks alot, I learned something now about the silent u ^_^.; ozzypoos: Because Trowa is a nice guy. Don't worry, the fall will all come back in a different form and worst impact *grins evilly*.; Yume-chan: Of course this is for you! After all the scanned DJs you sent me, it's the least I could do ^_^. I'll talk to you later, ne? Ja!
Extra thanks to all the readers who are still reading this delayed story. Thank you!