Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing . . . I mean . . . just think . .
. I would start making new episodes (at least another 49 AND another movie)
and I think that they'd probably all be gay! ::snickers::
Authors note: Well, I'm on chapter 2 of 'Upside down. Inside out' and I think that I'm really gonna enjoy writing this, I think, probably as much as I enjoyed writing 'Wait and see' . . . but . . . we shall see . . . tee hee! I just wanted to give out a few warnings. There is implied 1x2 and 3x4 in the past AND there's a lil bit of a 1x2 scene in this chapter . . . please don't hate me . . . it's all for a point . . .
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Upside down. Inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter two; When hormones take flight.
Quatre sat on the couch in the living room, rubbing his temples as Duo yelped from upstairs,
"Look, Trowa, how was I supposed to know that your door was locked for a reason?!" Duo chuckled nervously, obviously trying to back away from his companion as foot steps could be heard above the blondes head, moving across cautiously towards the door, "I'm sorry! Alright! I promise! I'll never pick your lock again! Honest! I . . . I never lie! You know that!" Duo attempted to make the situation better for himself, "What . . .? Oh . . . and I'm sorry that I called you Trowa-chan . . . I didn't mean to imply that you're a, uh . . . girl . . ."
Quatre shook his head, sighing as footsteps ran across the hallway, Duo's bedroom door slamming shut as the braided man ran and hid in his room. Trowa could be heard muttering to himself as he shut his own door, which left Quatre alone,
"I thought we were ordering pizza . . ." Quatre mumbled sadly to himself as he placed his chin in his hands, donning an adorable pout.
The front door open and closed, the entrant was light stepped, however, a soldier in the war had learned to pick up such things and it immediately alerted Quatre. Standing, he shuffled towards the small foyer area,
"Wufei, did you forget some . . . thing . . .?" Quatre trailed off as he caught sight of the figure in the doorway for the first time, "Heero . . ." He breathed, barely audible to the standard human ear, however Heero, with his heightened senses looked up, a tired smile tugging at his lips,
"Good evening Quatre. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not Wufei."
"Oh!" Quatre gasped, "It's not a disappointment! I'm glad it's you!"
Heero found and Quatre cursed himself at the realisation of how enthusiastic his previous comment had sounded. He bit his lower lip, feeling a little awkward as he leant casually against the doorframe of the living room,
"I thought that Relena had a party tonight . . . shouldn't you be working . . .?"
Heero, who had his left foot on the bottom step, his hand on the banister paused and shuddered at the name of his former employer and stalker,
"It's a long story . . ."
"I'm not going anywhere." Quatre whispered, staring at the side of Heero's face. Heero looked at him, a false smirk now donning his features,
"Where's everyone else?"
"Duo's sulking in his room, Wufei's out and Trowa has become the rare, yet not quite extinct uni-banged recluse."
"Oh." Heero looked at his feet, "Alright then, are you hungry?"
"Starving."
"Pizza?"
"Pizza."
Both smiled faintly and Heero stepped backwards off of the stair case and walked into the kitchen, Quatre in toe.
Heero ordered their pizza and they settled to wait. Heero seemed to avoid the topic of his now lack of occupation and he prompted Quatre to talk of other things . . . like the weather. Quatre rolled his eyes when Heero started making comments on how strange Duo had been acting recently,
"I mean . . . since when did he start wearing his hair in a braid?" Heero scoffed, sipping at a mug of cocoa,
"Uhm . . . Heero . . ." Quatre began, "Duo's done that for as long as we've known him! I get the feeling that you're trying to avoid the subject of why you're home early!"
Heero blushed, looking down into his drink,
"Uh . . . yeah . . ." He murmured,
"So are you going to tell me or w-?"
DING. DONG.
"Ahh, pizza!" Heero declared, jumping up from his seat and racing towards the front door. Within seconds he returned, placing the box on the table and stuffing a slice into is mouth,
"Heero . . ." Quatre sighed, shaking his head, "Please tell me . . ."
"Like I said, it's a long story."
"And I told YOU that I've not got anywhere to be."
"For the richest man in the world . . . you sure do have a lack of social life . . ."
"Heero!" Quatre scolded eyes ablaze with impatience, "Stop avoiding the subject!"
"Ugh. Fine. Can I just give you the back cover version?"
"If you wish."
"I quit."
"Why?"
Heero whimpered. Yes, he whimpered. His eyes clenching tight and he huffed, head falling forwards, scruffy bangs flying this way and that,
"Because . . ." He began, lowering his voice, "Relena told me that the only reason she hired me was to . . ." He rolled his eyes, "Sleep with me . . ."
Quatre gasped,
"She told you that?!"
"No . . . actually . . . she used the phrase 'Fuck me', but I thought that I'd avoid being crude!" Heero snapped.
Quatre backed up in his seat, a little offended,
"Uhm . . . I'm . . . sorry?"
"Quatre . . ." Heero sighed, tightening his fingers around his mug, "I'm sorry . . . I shouldn't have snapped at you." Heero reached out and grabbed another slice, eating it quickly in silence before standing again, "I'm going to bed. Goodnight Quatre."
"Goodnight. Sleep well."
Heero nodded, and in the doorway paused, turning his head to glance over his shoulder,
"Thanks . . ." He mumbled before disappearing around the corner and up the stairs,
"No problem . . ." Quatre answered to no one.
- - -
Duo sat on the end of his bed, swinging his legs back and forth as he stared at a group photo of the pilots. Heero held a cake above his head as Duo reached for it, Quatre trying to calm the hyper active pilot down was gently attempting to place reassuring hands on his arm. Trowa had snuck a taste of the whipped cream atop of Heero's pride and joy where, Wufei was drawing his favourite blade to slice the cake, or slit Relena's throat, one of the two. It had been Relena's birthday and it had been Quatre and Heero's idea to celebrate it. Trowa seemingly had no opinions, or emotions for that matter and Wufei was just a sour puss anyway. No one had bothered listening to Duo protest, screaming out; 'SHE'S EVIL! E-VILE! I'M TELLIN' YA HEERO! SHE'S NOT SATAN . . . SHE'S ALREADY DETROYED SATAN! SHE PINKED HIM TO DEATH! SHE'S GONNA TURN ME! THE GOD OF DEATH INTO A BARBIE DOLL IF THIS KEEPS UP! DON'T DO IT HEERO! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIL!' Of course, Quatre had told him to not be so silly, but Duo knew the score. Relena was a conniving bitch . . . she was pure poison in the form of something giant and pink,
"Y'know . . . like those shaped bubble bath bottles you get . . . brightly coloured and expendable . . . that's all she is . . ." He murmured, twirling a pen in his fingers, "Hmmmm . . . perhaps if I tip her upside down everything inside will goop outta her ears and then we flush her down the drain and bam! No more Relena . . ."
"Well . . . that's certainly a very strange theory there." Heero chuckled, popping his head around the door,
"Heero!" Duo exclaimed, "I thought you were working for Miss 'Queen of the bitches . . . uh . . . I mean world . . ."
Heero snorted,
"Not anymore."
"How come?"
"Why does everyone want to know?"
"Because it sure beats anything happening in our lives! Why, who else asked?"
"Quatre."
Duo mockingly sniffled,
"Ok . . . fine . . . go and see Quatre before you come to me . . . see if I care . . ."
"Duo . . ." Heero growled, settling on the end of the bed beside his former lover, "I'm not in the mood to mess about."
"Oh, you're not, eh?" Duo chuckled, shooting out hands to tickle the 'perfect soldiers' sides and stomach, forcing him backwards, flat against the bed, "We'll see about that! Laugh Heero! It's not illegal!"
Heero began laughing, eyes clenched shut as he tried to wrestle against the smaller man, however, his emotionally tired body only pawed against Duo's,
"You suck . . ." He managed to breath as Duo lightened up on his tickling, still straddling his stomach,
"Oh . . . that's just one of my many, many talents . . . but . . . you know all about that, don't you Heero . . ." The violet eyed friend purred,
"Of course . . . only the best for me . . ."
Duo smirked wickedly, staring deep into the cobalt orbs of the figure beneath him that writhed with excitement left over from his attack. Heero's chest rose and fell; his eyes lidded heavily, lips slightly apart,
"Heero . . ." He breathed, dipping his head to capture the perfect lips that awaited him. The pair locked in a kiss, neither moving until Duo began to trace the line of Heero's lips with his tongue. Heero moaned softly.
What neither knew was Quatre was standing in the doorway as the pair began to get 'friendly' on the bed. Tears welled up in the aqua-marine pools as he whispered something about saying goodnight before dashing off to his room. Neither of the pair heard anything. They were drowning in a sea of foolishness,
"Duo . . ." Heero panted as they parted . . .
~ ~ ~ To be continued . . .
Muhahahahahaha! You hate me now, right? Did you hate me already? Fine then! :;sticks tongue out:: see if I care! Hmph!
Authors note: Well, I'm on chapter 2 of 'Upside down. Inside out' and I think that I'm really gonna enjoy writing this, I think, probably as much as I enjoyed writing 'Wait and see' . . . but . . . we shall see . . . tee hee! I just wanted to give out a few warnings. There is implied 1x2 and 3x4 in the past AND there's a lil bit of a 1x2 scene in this chapter . . . please don't hate me . . . it's all for a point . . .
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Upside down. Inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter two; When hormones take flight.
Quatre sat on the couch in the living room, rubbing his temples as Duo yelped from upstairs,
"Look, Trowa, how was I supposed to know that your door was locked for a reason?!" Duo chuckled nervously, obviously trying to back away from his companion as foot steps could be heard above the blondes head, moving across cautiously towards the door, "I'm sorry! Alright! I promise! I'll never pick your lock again! Honest! I . . . I never lie! You know that!" Duo attempted to make the situation better for himself, "What . . .? Oh . . . and I'm sorry that I called you Trowa-chan . . . I didn't mean to imply that you're a, uh . . . girl . . ."
Quatre shook his head, sighing as footsteps ran across the hallway, Duo's bedroom door slamming shut as the braided man ran and hid in his room. Trowa could be heard muttering to himself as he shut his own door, which left Quatre alone,
"I thought we were ordering pizza . . ." Quatre mumbled sadly to himself as he placed his chin in his hands, donning an adorable pout.
The front door open and closed, the entrant was light stepped, however, a soldier in the war had learned to pick up such things and it immediately alerted Quatre. Standing, he shuffled towards the small foyer area,
"Wufei, did you forget some . . . thing . . .?" Quatre trailed off as he caught sight of the figure in the doorway for the first time, "Heero . . ." He breathed, barely audible to the standard human ear, however Heero, with his heightened senses looked up, a tired smile tugging at his lips,
"Good evening Quatre. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not Wufei."
"Oh!" Quatre gasped, "It's not a disappointment! I'm glad it's you!"
Heero found and Quatre cursed himself at the realisation of how enthusiastic his previous comment had sounded. He bit his lower lip, feeling a little awkward as he leant casually against the doorframe of the living room,
"I thought that Relena had a party tonight . . . shouldn't you be working . . .?"
Heero, who had his left foot on the bottom step, his hand on the banister paused and shuddered at the name of his former employer and stalker,
"It's a long story . . ."
"I'm not going anywhere." Quatre whispered, staring at the side of Heero's face. Heero looked at him, a false smirk now donning his features,
"Where's everyone else?"
"Duo's sulking in his room, Wufei's out and Trowa has become the rare, yet not quite extinct uni-banged recluse."
"Oh." Heero looked at his feet, "Alright then, are you hungry?"
"Starving."
"Pizza?"
"Pizza."
Both smiled faintly and Heero stepped backwards off of the stair case and walked into the kitchen, Quatre in toe.
Heero ordered their pizza and they settled to wait. Heero seemed to avoid the topic of his now lack of occupation and he prompted Quatre to talk of other things . . . like the weather. Quatre rolled his eyes when Heero started making comments on how strange Duo had been acting recently,
"I mean . . . since when did he start wearing his hair in a braid?" Heero scoffed, sipping at a mug of cocoa,
"Uhm . . . Heero . . ." Quatre began, "Duo's done that for as long as we've known him! I get the feeling that you're trying to avoid the subject of why you're home early!"
Heero blushed, looking down into his drink,
"Uh . . . yeah . . ." He murmured,
"So are you going to tell me or w-?"
DING. DONG.
"Ahh, pizza!" Heero declared, jumping up from his seat and racing towards the front door. Within seconds he returned, placing the box on the table and stuffing a slice into is mouth,
"Heero . . ." Quatre sighed, shaking his head, "Please tell me . . ."
"Like I said, it's a long story."
"And I told YOU that I've not got anywhere to be."
"For the richest man in the world . . . you sure do have a lack of social life . . ."
"Heero!" Quatre scolded eyes ablaze with impatience, "Stop avoiding the subject!"
"Ugh. Fine. Can I just give you the back cover version?"
"If you wish."
"I quit."
"Why?"
Heero whimpered. Yes, he whimpered. His eyes clenching tight and he huffed, head falling forwards, scruffy bangs flying this way and that,
"Because . . ." He began, lowering his voice, "Relena told me that the only reason she hired me was to . . ." He rolled his eyes, "Sleep with me . . ."
Quatre gasped,
"She told you that?!"
"No . . . actually . . . she used the phrase 'Fuck me', but I thought that I'd avoid being crude!" Heero snapped.
Quatre backed up in his seat, a little offended,
"Uhm . . . I'm . . . sorry?"
"Quatre . . ." Heero sighed, tightening his fingers around his mug, "I'm sorry . . . I shouldn't have snapped at you." Heero reached out and grabbed another slice, eating it quickly in silence before standing again, "I'm going to bed. Goodnight Quatre."
"Goodnight. Sleep well."
Heero nodded, and in the doorway paused, turning his head to glance over his shoulder,
"Thanks . . ." He mumbled before disappearing around the corner and up the stairs,
"No problem . . ." Quatre answered to no one.
- - -
Duo sat on the end of his bed, swinging his legs back and forth as he stared at a group photo of the pilots. Heero held a cake above his head as Duo reached for it, Quatre trying to calm the hyper active pilot down was gently attempting to place reassuring hands on his arm. Trowa had snuck a taste of the whipped cream atop of Heero's pride and joy where, Wufei was drawing his favourite blade to slice the cake, or slit Relena's throat, one of the two. It had been Relena's birthday and it had been Quatre and Heero's idea to celebrate it. Trowa seemingly had no opinions, or emotions for that matter and Wufei was just a sour puss anyway. No one had bothered listening to Duo protest, screaming out; 'SHE'S EVIL! E-VILE! I'M TELLIN' YA HEERO! SHE'S NOT SATAN . . . SHE'S ALREADY DETROYED SATAN! SHE PINKED HIM TO DEATH! SHE'S GONNA TURN ME! THE GOD OF DEATH INTO A BARBIE DOLL IF THIS KEEPS UP! DON'T DO IT HEERO! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIL!' Of course, Quatre had told him to not be so silly, but Duo knew the score. Relena was a conniving bitch . . . she was pure poison in the form of something giant and pink,
"Y'know . . . like those shaped bubble bath bottles you get . . . brightly coloured and expendable . . . that's all she is . . ." He murmured, twirling a pen in his fingers, "Hmmmm . . . perhaps if I tip her upside down everything inside will goop outta her ears and then we flush her down the drain and bam! No more Relena . . ."
"Well . . . that's certainly a very strange theory there." Heero chuckled, popping his head around the door,
"Heero!" Duo exclaimed, "I thought you were working for Miss 'Queen of the bitches . . . uh . . . I mean world . . ."
Heero snorted,
"Not anymore."
"How come?"
"Why does everyone want to know?"
"Because it sure beats anything happening in our lives! Why, who else asked?"
"Quatre."
Duo mockingly sniffled,
"Ok . . . fine . . . go and see Quatre before you come to me . . . see if I care . . ."
"Duo . . ." Heero growled, settling on the end of the bed beside his former lover, "I'm not in the mood to mess about."
"Oh, you're not, eh?" Duo chuckled, shooting out hands to tickle the 'perfect soldiers' sides and stomach, forcing him backwards, flat against the bed, "We'll see about that! Laugh Heero! It's not illegal!"
Heero began laughing, eyes clenched shut as he tried to wrestle against the smaller man, however, his emotionally tired body only pawed against Duo's,
"You suck . . ." He managed to breath as Duo lightened up on his tickling, still straddling his stomach,
"Oh . . . that's just one of my many, many talents . . . but . . . you know all about that, don't you Heero . . ." The violet eyed friend purred,
"Of course . . . only the best for me . . ."
Duo smirked wickedly, staring deep into the cobalt orbs of the figure beneath him that writhed with excitement left over from his attack. Heero's chest rose and fell; his eyes lidded heavily, lips slightly apart,
"Heero . . ." He breathed, dipping his head to capture the perfect lips that awaited him. The pair locked in a kiss, neither moving until Duo began to trace the line of Heero's lips with his tongue. Heero moaned softly.
What neither knew was Quatre was standing in the doorway as the pair began to get 'friendly' on the bed. Tears welled up in the aqua-marine pools as he whispered something about saying goodnight before dashing off to his room. Neither of the pair heard anything. They were drowning in a sea of foolishness,
"Duo . . ." Heero panted as they parted . . .
~ ~ ~ To be continued . . .
Muhahahahahaha! You hate me now, right? Did you hate me already? Fine then! :;sticks tongue out:: see if I care! Hmph!