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Well, THAT was part one. Kinda rushed the story a bit but hey I didn't wanna harp on unneeded detail and all. It sounds like everyone who reviewed my story liked it!!! Believe me I'm still really surprised X_x. Thankyou all -.- * bows to fanfiction readers *
And now for the start of part 2 where I gonna work on the character relations. I really hope no one hates Ayame @_@. She's kinda my favorite character. There's a little bit of ever fangirl (or guy if ya wanna swing that way with Duo. Hehe) in her ^^-.
Duo: less talking, more writing.
Aya: HEY V_V before I make this a DUO DEATHFIC
Duo: you wouldn't DARE
Aya:..YOU'RE RIGHT YOURE TOO HOTT
Duo: the powerrrrrrrrr.
Claimer of Dis: FIBBITY BITTY OOGLY BOOOOO (I Don't own Gundam Wing)
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Life aint no bowl of cherries.
~~
Thirty-five days, twenty-two hours and fourty-five seconds. Exactly how long Ayame had been with the five misfit Gundam pilots.
Day ten she made the only dinner Heero had ever enjoyed. He asked for seconds.
Day fifteen she cleaned the whole house and made Quatre the happiest Arabian neat freak in the northern half of the hemisphere.
Since day twenty she had set Duo's alarm for five o'clock in the morning EXACTLY.
And since day twenty-two Shinigami has wanted to kick her ass.
Day twenty-seven Wufei smiled (probably for the first time in his life) after learning Ayame could read and understand his dialect of Chinese.
And on day thirty-two Trowa spoke more than one sentence after she struck up a conversation about her interest in his "past life" around the circus.
By day thirty-four Duo realized something but couldn't put his finger on it.
And on day thirty-five he finally figured it out.
~~~
* Around the end of day thirty-five; 6:32 pm *
"Damn. Shit. Fucka doodle do." Duo yanked the keys out from his clunker of a car and proceeded to the front door in a less than happy mood. It hadn't been a good day at work. He loved the garage. He loved the machinery, but it just made him a little bit cranky being sprayed with oil not once but twice, having a muffler backfire in his face, and an idiot who probably doesn't know an engine from a steering wheel smack him in the shnoz with a wrench. He rubbed his nose again remembering the pain the poor little thing had to endure for hours.
"Stupid keys."
After a struggle with the lock, he threw the door open letting it rebound and dent the wall.
Ayame literally jumped out of her skin, dropping the simmering pot of spaghetti sauce all over the floor.
"Oh no.Duo? Is that you?"
Duo tired hard to crack a smile for her but his look of disgust only worsened the harder he attempted.
"Yeah it's me." He rounded his way into the kitchen and found her on her hands and knees scrubbing up the floor. "Spill something?"
"Just a little sauce. It's like the fifth time anyway." Ayame huffed out a puff of air and got back to her feet. "You sound happy too. Another wonderful day?"
The still dirty garage worker sat down at the kitchen table, putting his hands in his face. "Oh yeah, just PEACHY. Like getting my BALLS run over."
"Anything I can do to help?" Ayame asked knowing nothing could have sedated the angry god of death.
"Shot gun and one bullet."
"Duo!!!"
"Sorry Aya." He pouted in his childish way.
"Awwwww." She made her way from the sink and over to him, drying her hands and throwing the towel on the table. Her sweet smelling limbs wrapped themselves around his neck; cuddling him affectionately, "think of something that'll make you happy, like.uh.sunshine and rainbows?"
"Sunshine gives ya sunburn, and rainbows make me think of carebears and carebears make me queasy." The braided American cringed visibly as visions of little prancing bears with decals on their stomachs singing to him. Torture. Pure madness. And somehow they all looked like Quatre.
::I'd rather have my nipples pierced::
"Okay then think of sex and masturbation and 10 women fondling you at once." Her pink lips screwed up in a sarcastic smirk. Duo seemed to take this into consideration.
Shinigami grinned, "That did make me_happy_but I don't think that's the happy you were shooting for."
A "Duo grin" crossed her face. She pecked him on the ear with a kiss and nuzzled the spot tenderly. "Find one happy thought," she replied quietly planting warm lip marks on the fleshy part of his ear, "and that way, no matter what happens when ya think about it, it'll brighten up your day, no matter how bad."
"Really?"
"Yup!"
There was a moment of silence where Duo actually contemplated what she said. One could have easily mistaken this as going brain dead. After finishing the barrage of short kisses, the tall cream-and-coffee haired woman flocked back to her cooking.
".I dunno!" His eyes scrunched up in anxious confusion, "What's your..er ah. 'Special thought'?" he moved his fingers mimicking quotation marks.
Ayame blushed a light pink. "My thought?"
"Yeah! It'll give me inspiration for mine." He paused. "Wow this is really corny." Duo admitted blatantly.
"Just think about it. You're a genius Duo Maxwell I think you can think figure one out." She offered him a warm forkful of sauced up noodles. He graciously accepted it, sucking it down with an appreciate "mmm" to follow.
"Well can you at least tell me yours?"
Ayame pulled a chair out and plopped down. "Fine." The reluctant reply came.
He waited.
She stared at him as if she was trying to bore a hole through his forehead and out the other braided end.
After a few minutes the silence got to him.
"Well, what is it?"
Ayame smiled meekly. "I'm looking at it."
~~
*Night; Day thirty-five; 9:47 *
"Hello Blue moo moo slippers!" Duo stared down at the blue cows on his feet from his seated perch on his fluffy-mattressed bed. They were a gift from Aya-chan. Although they were completely stupid looking and somewhat gay, she thought they were cute so what the hell it wouldn't hurt.if he didn't wear them around anyone he knew.
Wufei swung stiffly around into the entrance of his room, "Maxwell." his glance fell from the braided American's face to the fuzzie blue animals on his feet, "I won't ask."
"What the hell do you want Wuffie." Duo shot back a glare, blushing a little while trying to hide his feet.
"Quatre told me to tell everyone something about a party on Friday, blah blah blah." He waved his hand in boredom, like talking to Duo was a chore.
"D'you know who's commin'?"
The Chinese man's face contorted horribly in a sarcastic look, one eyebrow raised, "He decided to invite a few homeless people from off the street and those whores that hang around the street corner at night sometimes."
"REALLY!?"
"No dumbass." The Chinese pilot rubbed his temples, "Why, Nataku, have you banished me to such a place where I must live with an American asshole who has not a working brain c-"
As Wufei ranted, Shinigami rose from his seat and walked over to the door, "Shut the fuck up and get all holy in your own room." He slammed the door in his face.
He already knew the people who were coming. The same people who came every time. Duo felt the need for new faces to be present but that would mean inviting his friends who WERE the prostitutes and homeless people Wufei was speaking so badly about.
"Whatever, it's not like I'll need to be present. God I hate get-togethers. Especially when it involves that creepy double brow girl and Lady Une." Chills played his spine like a xylophone, giving him a slight shake.
The chestnut haired boy made his way back to the bed greeting the comforter face first. He laid there for a while, the cow slippers keeping his feet toasty warm, reminding him of their giver.
"Ayame." Duo was on the edge of consciousness and La La Land. He remembered the time when his Aya-chan had told him that she belonged to him; mind, body, and soul; like so many other women had. If it had happened before, why now. Why did it matter to him so much whether her love was real or fake.
* 10:00 pm *
:: So many other women.why the hell do I hafta care whether this one stays or goes.::
Every night she came in at ten-fifteen and told him she loved him, took his laundry, and left; of course he never replied, it was easier to stay "asleep" and say nothing.
It was only a few minutes that she was in the room, and he loved every one of them. Duo fell asleep to the voice, to those footsteps, to that smile. It's amazing how things that seem so trivial in life become so crucial when it's someone you care so deeply about.
* 10:05 pm *
:: I love no one. I'm a terrorist. I kill people I don't care for them. I'm just here for the trip not the interaction.::
It's amazing that someone as social as Duo Maxwell could be so hateful of all the people that surrounded him. THEY killed his parents. THEY made him an orphan. THEY rejected him and made him seem undesirable. THEY took the only people who ever loved him away. THEY made him a killing machine. And now SHE was making him forget why he had ever been mad. Mad at people like her. How dare she.
* 10:07 pm *
::If I sent her away that man would find her and I'd hafta live with it.::
Otto, Ayame's ex, hadn't been seen or heard from since the night he practically killed her. And no one asked about it. Better to leave bodies in their graves than to dig 'em up and disturb their peace. Duo actually began to believe that Ayame had no idea what happened that night. The gist of it yes but not everything. She was in shock, and it was possible. Could his Aya-chan have forgotten the way he held her so gently when her body screamed out in pain? Shinigami was the only barrier between her and fatality. The only time the god of death had ever cared about sparing another being.
* 10:13 *
:: Two more minutes.::
Now clad in p.j.'s, cow slippers removed, he climbed under the sheets to fall "asleep" before Ayame came in. After sandwiching himself between his fluffy, cozy comforters, he let his head hit the pillow with abandon and lay there waiting.
The digital clock beeped ten-fifteen, in big, red bold letters.
His bedroom door creaked open, as a needle-thin stream of light added color on the curtains of his far window. Seconds later, the light was extinguished with the flick of a switch. The unmistakable silhouette of Ayame entered the room. In a rush, she scurried over to the hamper where his dirty blue jumpsuit was kept, picking it carefully out. She gathered it into her arms, all the time Duo's eyes following her every movement.
"I love you." She whispered quietly, kneeling momentarily at his bedside.
"I love you too Ayame." the dryness of his throat was amazing.
She drew back, a bit startled by the answer. "Sorry for waking you up! I didn't know-!"
"Do you REALLY love me?"
"Huh?"
"Do you really love me?."
Ayame tilted her head in at the question. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Duh you asshole!"
"People have told me they loved me before." Duo replied matter-of-factly, like he was the smartest person that ever walked on the globe.
She leaned down and kissed him, smiling. He rubbed his nose against hers gently, loving the tingle of her skin against his.
"Trust me."
"I dunno if I caaaaaaaaan." He said childishly, blinking his purple eyes at her from between the sheets.
.
"I'd never tell a lie." She replied. Duo's nose crunched up as she placed little kisses on it.
::My line!::
"Really? Really?" He eyed her carefully like a fat kid looking over a bar of chocolate.
"Really really!"
"You suuuuuuuuure?"
"Positive!"
Duo popped up, throwing the covers off of his toasty pajama-ed body. He held his arms out to her. "C'meeeeeeeere! Big hug!"
Ayame grinned and threw herself onto him, tackling the braided boy to the bed. There was a fit of giggles, a period of silence and then a few grateful sighs from both. Covers rustled on the bed. Duo pulled her in and spooned her body against his. He pushed kisses along her shoulder enjoying the shivers he felt from Ayame.
"I don't know who could ever imagine hurting you.but I can swear to you it won't happen again."
"Where'd that come from." She laughed a little.
He shrugged. "Dunno.just a random thought."
"Well, heh, you can't promise someone they'll never hurt again."
"I would never tell you something I couldn't do." He smiled onto her skin. "I love you."
"REALLY?" She mocked.
"YOU DOUBT MY LOVE! I'm HURT!" His drama was pathetic and dripping with sarcasm.
Ayame laughed again before comfortably settling into his arms.
He pulled the blanket on to the two of them, smiling to himself.
Ayame would get spend the rest of the night in the arms of her happy thought.
~~
Confusing? Did it suck? You wanna flame me yet? Please tell ^^ * points at comment button * hehe!
Well, THAT was part one. Kinda rushed the story a bit but hey I didn't wanna harp on unneeded detail and all. It sounds like everyone who reviewed my story liked it!!! Believe me I'm still really surprised X_x. Thankyou all -.- * bows to fanfiction readers *
And now for the start of part 2 where I gonna work on the character relations. I really hope no one hates Ayame @_@. She's kinda my favorite character. There's a little bit of ever fangirl (or guy if ya wanna swing that way with Duo. Hehe) in her ^^-.
Duo: less talking, more writing.
Aya: HEY V_V before I make this a DUO DEATHFIC
Duo: you wouldn't DARE
Aya:..YOU'RE RIGHT YOURE TOO HOTT
Duo: the powerrrrrrrrr.
Claimer of Dis: FIBBITY BITTY OOGLY BOOOOO (I Don't own Gundam Wing)
~~
Life aint no bowl of cherries.
~~
Thirty-five days, twenty-two hours and fourty-five seconds. Exactly how long Ayame had been with the five misfit Gundam pilots.
Day ten she made the only dinner Heero had ever enjoyed. He asked for seconds.
Day fifteen she cleaned the whole house and made Quatre the happiest Arabian neat freak in the northern half of the hemisphere.
Since day twenty she had set Duo's alarm for five o'clock in the morning EXACTLY.
And since day twenty-two Shinigami has wanted to kick her ass.
Day twenty-seven Wufei smiled (probably for the first time in his life) after learning Ayame could read and understand his dialect of Chinese.
And on day thirty-two Trowa spoke more than one sentence after she struck up a conversation about her interest in his "past life" around the circus.
By day thirty-four Duo realized something but couldn't put his finger on it.
And on day thirty-five he finally figured it out.
~~~
* Around the end of day thirty-five; 6:32 pm *
"Damn. Shit. Fucka doodle do." Duo yanked the keys out from his clunker of a car and proceeded to the front door in a less than happy mood. It hadn't been a good day at work. He loved the garage. He loved the machinery, but it just made him a little bit cranky being sprayed with oil not once but twice, having a muffler backfire in his face, and an idiot who probably doesn't know an engine from a steering wheel smack him in the shnoz with a wrench. He rubbed his nose again remembering the pain the poor little thing had to endure for hours.
"Stupid keys."
After a struggle with the lock, he threw the door open letting it rebound and dent the wall.
Ayame literally jumped out of her skin, dropping the simmering pot of spaghetti sauce all over the floor.
"Oh no.Duo? Is that you?"
Duo tired hard to crack a smile for her but his look of disgust only worsened the harder he attempted.
"Yeah it's me." He rounded his way into the kitchen and found her on her hands and knees scrubbing up the floor. "Spill something?"
"Just a little sauce. It's like the fifth time anyway." Ayame huffed out a puff of air and got back to her feet. "You sound happy too. Another wonderful day?"
The still dirty garage worker sat down at the kitchen table, putting his hands in his face. "Oh yeah, just PEACHY. Like getting my BALLS run over."
"Anything I can do to help?" Ayame asked knowing nothing could have sedated the angry god of death.
"Shot gun and one bullet."
"Duo!!!"
"Sorry Aya." He pouted in his childish way.
"Awwwww." She made her way from the sink and over to him, drying her hands and throwing the towel on the table. Her sweet smelling limbs wrapped themselves around his neck; cuddling him affectionately, "think of something that'll make you happy, like.uh.sunshine and rainbows?"
"Sunshine gives ya sunburn, and rainbows make me think of carebears and carebears make me queasy." The braided American cringed visibly as visions of little prancing bears with decals on their stomachs singing to him. Torture. Pure madness. And somehow they all looked like Quatre.
::I'd rather have my nipples pierced::
"Okay then think of sex and masturbation and 10 women fondling you at once." Her pink lips screwed up in a sarcastic smirk. Duo seemed to take this into consideration.
Shinigami grinned, "That did make me_happy_but I don't think that's the happy you were shooting for."
A "Duo grin" crossed her face. She pecked him on the ear with a kiss and nuzzled the spot tenderly. "Find one happy thought," she replied quietly planting warm lip marks on the fleshy part of his ear, "and that way, no matter what happens when ya think about it, it'll brighten up your day, no matter how bad."
"Really?"
"Yup!"
There was a moment of silence where Duo actually contemplated what she said. One could have easily mistaken this as going brain dead. After finishing the barrage of short kisses, the tall cream-and-coffee haired woman flocked back to her cooking.
".I dunno!" His eyes scrunched up in anxious confusion, "What's your..er ah. 'Special thought'?" he moved his fingers mimicking quotation marks.
Ayame blushed a light pink. "My thought?"
"Yeah! It'll give me inspiration for mine." He paused. "Wow this is really corny." Duo admitted blatantly.
"Just think about it. You're a genius Duo Maxwell I think you can think figure one out." She offered him a warm forkful of sauced up noodles. He graciously accepted it, sucking it down with an appreciate "mmm" to follow.
"Well can you at least tell me yours?"
Ayame pulled a chair out and plopped down. "Fine." The reluctant reply came.
He waited.
She stared at him as if she was trying to bore a hole through his forehead and out the other braided end.
After a few minutes the silence got to him.
"Well, what is it?"
Ayame smiled meekly. "I'm looking at it."
~~
*Night; Day thirty-five; 9:47 *
"Hello Blue moo moo slippers!" Duo stared down at the blue cows on his feet from his seated perch on his fluffy-mattressed bed. They were a gift from Aya-chan. Although they were completely stupid looking and somewhat gay, she thought they were cute so what the hell it wouldn't hurt.if he didn't wear them around anyone he knew.
Wufei swung stiffly around into the entrance of his room, "Maxwell." his glance fell from the braided American's face to the fuzzie blue animals on his feet, "I won't ask."
"What the hell do you want Wuffie." Duo shot back a glare, blushing a little while trying to hide his feet.
"Quatre told me to tell everyone something about a party on Friday, blah blah blah." He waved his hand in boredom, like talking to Duo was a chore.
"D'you know who's commin'?"
The Chinese man's face contorted horribly in a sarcastic look, one eyebrow raised, "He decided to invite a few homeless people from off the street and those whores that hang around the street corner at night sometimes."
"REALLY!?"
"No dumbass." The Chinese pilot rubbed his temples, "Why, Nataku, have you banished me to such a place where I must live with an American asshole who has not a working brain c-"
As Wufei ranted, Shinigami rose from his seat and walked over to the door, "Shut the fuck up and get all holy in your own room." He slammed the door in his face.
He already knew the people who were coming. The same people who came every time. Duo felt the need for new faces to be present but that would mean inviting his friends who WERE the prostitutes and homeless people Wufei was speaking so badly about.
"Whatever, it's not like I'll need to be present. God I hate get-togethers. Especially when it involves that creepy double brow girl and Lady Une." Chills played his spine like a xylophone, giving him a slight shake.
The chestnut haired boy made his way back to the bed greeting the comforter face first. He laid there for a while, the cow slippers keeping his feet toasty warm, reminding him of their giver.
"Ayame." Duo was on the edge of consciousness and La La Land. He remembered the time when his Aya-chan had told him that she belonged to him; mind, body, and soul; like so many other women had. If it had happened before, why now. Why did it matter to him so much whether her love was real or fake.
* 10:00 pm *
:: So many other women.why the hell do I hafta care whether this one stays or goes.::
Every night she came in at ten-fifteen and told him she loved him, took his laundry, and left; of course he never replied, it was easier to stay "asleep" and say nothing.
It was only a few minutes that she was in the room, and he loved every one of them. Duo fell asleep to the voice, to those footsteps, to that smile. It's amazing how things that seem so trivial in life become so crucial when it's someone you care so deeply about.
* 10:05 pm *
:: I love no one. I'm a terrorist. I kill people I don't care for them. I'm just here for the trip not the interaction.::
It's amazing that someone as social as Duo Maxwell could be so hateful of all the people that surrounded him. THEY killed his parents. THEY made him an orphan. THEY rejected him and made him seem undesirable. THEY took the only people who ever loved him away. THEY made him a killing machine. And now SHE was making him forget why he had ever been mad. Mad at people like her. How dare she.
* 10:07 pm *
::If I sent her away that man would find her and I'd hafta live with it.::
Otto, Ayame's ex, hadn't been seen or heard from since the night he practically killed her. And no one asked about it. Better to leave bodies in their graves than to dig 'em up and disturb their peace. Duo actually began to believe that Ayame had no idea what happened that night. The gist of it yes but not everything. She was in shock, and it was possible. Could his Aya-chan have forgotten the way he held her so gently when her body screamed out in pain? Shinigami was the only barrier between her and fatality. The only time the god of death had ever cared about sparing another being.
* 10:13 *
:: Two more minutes.::
Now clad in p.j.'s, cow slippers removed, he climbed under the sheets to fall "asleep" before Ayame came in. After sandwiching himself between his fluffy, cozy comforters, he let his head hit the pillow with abandon and lay there waiting.
The digital clock beeped ten-fifteen, in big, red bold letters.
His bedroom door creaked open, as a needle-thin stream of light added color on the curtains of his far window. Seconds later, the light was extinguished with the flick of a switch. The unmistakable silhouette of Ayame entered the room. In a rush, she scurried over to the hamper where his dirty blue jumpsuit was kept, picking it carefully out. She gathered it into her arms, all the time Duo's eyes following her every movement.
"I love you." She whispered quietly, kneeling momentarily at his bedside.
"I love you too Ayame." the dryness of his throat was amazing.
She drew back, a bit startled by the answer. "Sorry for waking you up! I didn't know-!"
"Do you REALLY love me?"
"Huh?"
"Do you really love me?."
Ayame tilted her head in at the question. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Duh you asshole!"
"People have told me they loved me before." Duo replied matter-of-factly, like he was the smartest person that ever walked on the globe.
She leaned down and kissed him, smiling. He rubbed his nose against hers gently, loving the tingle of her skin against his.
"Trust me."
"I dunno if I caaaaaaaaan." He said childishly, blinking his purple eyes at her from between the sheets.
.
"I'd never tell a lie." She replied. Duo's nose crunched up as she placed little kisses on it.
::My line!::
"Really? Really?" He eyed her carefully like a fat kid looking over a bar of chocolate.
"Really really!"
"You suuuuuuuuure?"
"Positive!"
Duo popped up, throwing the covers off of his toasty pajama-ed body. He held his arms out to her. "C'meeeeeeeere! Big hug!"
Ayame grinned and threw herself onto him, tackling the braided boy to the bed. There was a fit of giggles, a period of silence and then a few grateful sighs from both. Covers rustled on the bed. Duo pulled her in and spooned her body against his. He pushed kisses along her shoulder enjoying the shivers he felt from Ayame.
"I don't know who could ever imagine hurting you.but I can swear to you it won't happen again."
"Where'd that come from." She laughed a little.
He shrugged. "Dunno.just a random thought."
"Well, heh, you can't promise someone they'll never hurt again."
"I would never tell you something I couldn't do." He smiled onto her skin. "I love you."
"REALLY?" She mocked.
"YOU DOUBT MY LOVE! I'm HURT!" His drama was pathetic and dripping with sarcasm.
Ayame laughed again before comfortably settling into his arms.
He pulled the blanket on to the two of them, smiling to himself.
Ayame would get spend the rest of the night in the arms of her happy thought.
~~
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