An Interesting Website
Oops, wrote this a few weeks ago and forgot about it o_x;
Hiya, Bob here! Well, this is it... my first shounen ai fic! :D I'm so happy, I bubble!! *bubbles* Now then, this is a 1x2 fic!! Heero and Duo!! Don't like the coupling? Go away. Want Heero to be with Relena?? You frighten me, go away. However, if you positively HATE Relena... You should probably go away too.
Warnings: SHOUNEN AI!! TWO MALE PEOPLE IN LOVE!!! DON'T LIKE IT!?! GO AWAY!!! X.x sheesh.
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Once upon a time, Heero Yuy was doing what he did everyday... check his email. He opened up his trusty laptop and flipped the on switch, tapping his fingers impatiently. Naturally, the first thing he did was to check for new missions. However, there weren't any, and he was just about to shut it back down when the familiar "You've got mail" notice played. He hned and looked in his inbox. "Hn..." He blinked. It was from Quatre.
Hey Heero, look, some pictures of all of us!! Cool, ne? See you and
Duo at the next mission!
-Quatre.
Underneath the note were a few web addresses to some pictures. Wing's pilot looked at them, and noticed something... Duo wasn't in any of them! The perfect soldier glared at his laptop. Why would all those pictures be there of the four of us, but no Duo... Then he remembered Duo had a camera with him at the time these pictures looked like they were taken... There was the tree photo, and no one could have gotten that... they had been on a mission. Heero vividly remembered that one... it was when he first realized what a good tree climber Duo was... and how nice his hair looked unbound and tangled up in a branch... but how could some website have gotten a hold of them if Duo had taken the photos himself?? Not to mention the fact that if they got out, there could be some serious trouble for him and the other pilots.
The spandex-clad pilot wrinkled his brow in frustration-why didn't Quatre seem to care that these pictures were simply floating around on the web? Then he noticed something... the URL for the pictures. All of them had the domain name of GodofDeath.net. He sweat dropped. What in the heck.?
Carefully, he highlighted the domain and hit enter. His eyes grew slightly bigger (gasp!! Its an emotion!! Maybe o.O) and he sweatdropped even more. On the front page was a picture of Duo, grinning happily in his normal hyper way, with an arm on the side of the picture that was most definitely his. Under it, in big letters, it said, "Hiya!! Welcome to da personal site of Duo Maxwell, the God of Death!"
Heero blinked. Duo... had a website?!
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A few rooms away from where Heero sat pondering his laptop, Duo Maxwell was sitting in front of a large computer, whistling happily. He checked his website to see who was on. Hm, 3 members and 7 guests. Spiffy! Ever since last month when he had created the website, full of all kinds of neat codes he had picked up from assorted 'sources', he had been getting more and more hits.
The braided pilot had to admit he really was lucky. Webspace was scarce during the war and expensive to boot. If it weren't for the Winner Foundation letting him use their servers, he would never have been able to pull off his website. Grinning, he uploaded a few more pictures. The god of death snickered, recalling the time they had been stuck in that tree for 3 hours straight during a mission, and Heero had nearly fallen out when the his branch broke. Ah, there were some good pictures there...
Naturally, all of Duo's favorite pictures had a certain pilot in them... A certain pilot who happened to have blue eyes, messy brownish hair and a thing for killing people. After spending a few months with the Spandex clad soldier, you couldn't help but sort of... feel him. (Not in that way...lol, hentais!) You could get a sense of what kind of person he was, the feeling that there was more than met the eye. It was particularly easy for Duo, who had a knack for analyzing people. He could tell by the way Heero acted that he was fighting not only the forces of OZ but himself as well, fighting his emotions. In fact, the braided pilot had a feeling that Heero's turmoil was because he himself didn't know what he was fighting for, or why. That was how he was raised, and that was how he would probably remain-As emotionless as humanly possible... or as long as he could help it.
Duo sighed. Yup, Heero could be a dead shell at times, but there were those brief moments where he just looked... human. Like when he was asleep, or tired after a long battle. Even Duo noticed how cute he looked when he walked, obviously tired but doing his best not to show it, over to his room in the safe house after a particularly grueling mission.
The pilot smiled to himself just thinking about Heero. 'Oops, forgot to check on the guestbook... see if I've gotten any more replies to my problem... Jeesh, who'd have thought the God of Death would need help from a bunch of web surfing nuts."
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"Hn..." Heero hit the enter button. Well, whoever made the page sure did have a good sense of html... the layout was really well put together. All black, and lots of CSS coding and javascript to make every single line of text stand out. It was very like Duo... Flashy and funny but still managing to be dark and mysterious, a trait Heero had noticed without even thinking about it a few missions back. Scrolling down, something caught his eye. "Help the God of Death and his sad little love life, pleaseplease...". Heero sweat dropped, and clicked on it. The sweatdrop grew bigger and bigger as he read through it.
Well, see I've got a little problem. I've got this roommate of mine who's a little... anti social. But the thing is... I have a bit of a crush on him, shall we say. Ok, a big crush... If you knew him, I'd like to see you not fall for him... he even has a pink pacifist stalking him. But I have no clue what I'm supposed to do about it. Tell him? Seduce him? Any ideas? Send them to Shinigami@death.net or post them in the guestbook! Thankies!
Heero stared, dumbstruck. What the Hell... He quickly explored the rest of the site. Yea, there it was... the photos he remembered Duo taking, most of his profile (conveniently leaving out the fact of him being a Gundam Pilot who happened to run around routinely blowing things up/killing people), and even a sketch he had watched Duo doodle a few weeks ago. He remembered watching Duo sit there, looking impossibly cute as he glared at the bird in front of him, as if daring it to move and mess up his drawing. But in the end, he had finally drawn a rather impressive sketch of the little sparrow. Then, to Heeros astonishment, he had given it to him. In fact, it was still sitting next to his computer...
The perfect soldiers mind whirled. Duo liked him... but... did he like Duo? Did he? He was constantly with him, but that was for missions, and he had saved his life several dozen times, but that was because he was a fellow Gundam pilot... He had come closer to actually befriending Duo then anyone in his life, but that was because what could you do when you constantly were stuck with someone?
He wasn't supposed to feel emotions. That was his upbringing. No emotions, no regrets. If he DID feel something for Duo... it could mean big trouble for them all, especially the braided baka. Heero sighed, not something he normally did. However, this was, obviously, not a normal thing.
He got up and stretched himself, letting his muscular arms to flex out of their temporary non-moving state. The pilot allowed himself a yawn, then walked across the room and plopped down on the bed. He grabbed the sketch Duo did and examined it. Now that he really looked at it... it really was beautiful. Every feather was perfect, even the eye seemed to glow with a life of its own. Beautiful.
Heero blinked. He wasn't used to looking at anything and truly seeing its beauty. If he did that... it would be emotions, and with emotions came regrets, and with regrets came problems. But then... Duo was the type of person who could bring that out in anyone, whether it be for a drawing or for the braided pilot himself. He just did.
Heero leaned back and rested his head on the pillows. His eyes slowly closed and he thought about everything he had just discovered. A-Duo had a website, and didn't tell him. B-Duo apparently liked him. C- Heero might, just miiiiight like him back. He tried to think back to a time when Duo had actually acted like he liked him, just a little bit. Duo was a very good actor, Heero knew that already. But there had been that one time when he had let his guard down...
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"OWIEOWIEOWIEOUCH!!! HEeeeeeyyyyyy Watch where you put those bandages!! Stupid perfect soldier cant even put on a few bandages without KILLING HIS PATIENT!! I NEED ANESTHESTIA!!
"Duo, shut up. I need to concentrate. You were hit pretty bad, and it wouldn't hurt if you weren't squirming like crazy," Heero stated flatly. He was having a lot of trouble getting the bandages around Duo's arm and tied with Duo fidgeting and complaining. They had been on a mission when Duo had tripped and fallen while running from a bomb that was about to go off. In doubling around to rescue him, Heero had nearly been killed too. Luckily, both of them were shielded from the blast by a large sheet of metal that was close by, and Duo got off with a big scrape on his arm and a slightly fractured bone. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt, and Duo meant to show the world.
"Heeeeeerrrroooooooo can I put the bandages on myself??"
"No, you're going to kill yourself. I'm almost done,"
"But... GAH!!!!"
"Baka, I told you to stop moving...
Duo had shut up after that, and Heero eventually got his arm bandaged and ready to heal. Later on that day, in the safehouse...
"Heero?" Duo said softly as the pilot walked by his room. Duo had been resting for several hours, as he was also dead tired from the long day. Heero opened the door a little.
"Hn?"
"I'm sorry I was so mean earlier... it just hurt a lot... but you risked everything to go back and save me, and I bitched about it... I'm really, really sorry, Heero..." Duo's eyes were seemed unusually bright, and reflected regret and... could it be? Perhaps... affection? Heero blinked; he hadnt expected an apology (and Duo's eyes can dazzle anybody, ne?)
"It's ok, Duo," Heero said, not unkindly. If it weren't for the fact he rarely smiled, he would have; as it was only his eyes showed kindness.
"Thanks, Hee-chan," Duo said, grinning at him. A small blush appeared on his cheeks, and he laughed softly. Then he abruptly closed his eyes, rolled over, and fell asleep. Heero had sat there for a while, watching the braided boy. Finally he had walked out of the room, shutting the door imperceptibly. And in his sleep, if Heero had been there do see it-Duo smiled.
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Heero rolled over onto his side and almost smiled at the memory. That was when he had first thought of Duo as not just a teammate but as a friend. Of course, he didn't really know what having a friend was, but he thought that Duo fit the description of what he knew pretty well. He rolled over again as he remembered that if what Duo had said on the website was true... then he might be more then a friend. He smiled (yes, actually SMILED, nearly invisible but it WAS THERE) and fell asleep.
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*sweatdrop* uh... how was it? First chappie? I don't think it was uh... horrible... gah, I'm writing scary stuff like... character analysis and deep thought!! *twitch* freaky... Hm, and I originally thought this might be a one chappie thing xD guess not, ne? Uh... if I do decide to post this... reviews are good? ^_^;;;;; Flames will be used to burn down random objects, such as school x_x... don't I wish, don't we all. Eheh... anyway. Ja ne.
Oops, wrote this a few weeks ago and forgot about it o_x;
Hiya, Bob here! Well, this is it... my first shounen ai fic! :D I'm so happy, I bubble!! *bubbles* Now then, this is a 1x2 fic!! Heero and Duo!! Don't like the coupling? Go away. Want Heero to be with Relena?? You frighten me, go away. However, if you positively HATE Relena... You should probably go away too.
Warnings: SHOUNEN AI!! TWO MALE PEOPLE IN LOVE!!! DON'T LIKE IT!?! GO AWAY!!! X.x sheesh.
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Once upon a time, Heero Yuy was doing what he did everyday... check his email. He opened up his trusty laptop and flipped the on switch, tapping his fingers impatiently. Naturally, the first thing he did was to check for new missions. However, there weren't any, and he was just about to shut it back down when the familiar "You've got mail" notice played. He hned and looked in his inbox. "Hn..." He blinked. It was from Quatre.
Hey Heero, look, some pictures of all of us!! Cool, ne? See you and
Duo at the next mission!
-Quatre.
Underneath the note were a few web addresses to some pictures. Wing's pilot looked at them, and noticed something... Duo wasn't in any of them! The perfect soldier glared at his laptop. Why would all those pictures be there of the four of us, but no Duo... Then he remembered Duo had a camera with him at the time these pictures looked like they were taken... There was the tree photo, and no one could have gotten that... they had been on a mission. Heero vividly remembered that one... it was when he first realized what a good tree climber Duo was... and how nice his hair looked unbound and tangled up in a branch... but how could some website have gotten a hold of them if Duo had taken the photos himself?? Not to mention the fact that if they got out, there could be some serious trouble for him and the other pilots.
The spandex-clad pilot wrinkled his brow in frustration-why didn't Quatre seem to care that these pictures were simply floating around on the web? Then he noticed something... the URL for the pictures. All of them had the domain name of GodofDeath.net. He sweat dropped. What in the heck.?
Carefully, he highlighted the domain and hit enter. His eyes grew slightly bigger (gasp!! Its an emotion!! Maybe o.O) and he sweatdropped even more. On the front page was a picture of Duo, grinning happily in his normal hyper way, with an arm on the side of the picture that was most definitely his. Under it, in big letters, it said, "Hiya!! Welcome to da personal site of Duo Maxwell, the God of Death!"
Heero blinked. Duo... had a website?!
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A few rooms away from where Heero sat pondering his laptop, Duo Maxwell was sitting in front of a large computer, whistling happily. He checked his website to see who was on. Hm, 3 members and 7 guests. Spiffy! Ever since last month when he had created the website, full of all kinds of neat codes he had picked up from assorted 'sources', he had been getting more and more hits.
The braided pilot had to admit he really was lucky. Webspace was scarce during the war and expensive to boot. If it weren't for the Winner Foundation letting him use their servers, he would never have been able to pull off his website. Grinning, he uploaded a few more pictures. The god of death snickered, recalling the time they had been stuck in that tree for 3 hours straight during a mission, and Heero had nearly fallen out when the his branch broke. Ah, there were some good pictures there...
Naturally, all of Duo's favorite pictures had a certain pilot in them... A certain pilot who happened to have blue eyes, messy brownish hair and a thing for killing people. After spending a few months with the Spandex clad soldier, you couldn't help but sort of... feel him. (Not in that way...lol, hentais!) You could get a sense of what kind of person he was, the feeling that there was more than met the eye. It was particularly easy for Duo, who had a knack for analyzing people. He could tell by the way Heero acted that he was fighting not only the forces of OZ but himself as well, fighting his emotions. In fact, the braided pilot had a feeling that Heero's turmoil was because he himself didn't know what he was fighting for, or why. That was how he was raised, and that was how he would probably remain-As emotionless as humanly possible... or as long as he could help it.
Duo sighed. Yup, Heero could be a dead shell at times, but there were those brief moments where he just looked... human. Like when he was asleep, or tired after a long battle. Even Duo noticed how cute he looked when he walked, obviously tired but doing his best not to show it, over to his room in the safe house after a particularly grueling mission.
The pilot smiled to himself just thinking about Heero. 'Oops, forgot to check on the guestbook... see if I've gotten any more replies to my problem... Jeesh, who'd have thought the God of Death would need help from a bunch of web surfing nuts."
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"Hn..." Heero hit the enter button. Well, whoever made the page sure did have a good sense of html... the layout was really well put together. All black, and lots of CSS coding and javascript to make every single line of text stand out. It was very like Duo... Flashy and funny but still managing to be dark and mysterious, a trait Heero had noticed without even thinking about it a few missions back. Scrolling down, something caught his eye. "Help the God of Death and his sad little love life, pleaseplease...". Heero sweat dropped, and clicked on it. The sweatdrop grew bigger and bigger as he read through it.
Well, see I've got a little problem. I've got this roommate of mine who's a little... anti social. But the thing is... I have a bit of a crush on him, shall we say. Ok, a big crush... If you knew him, I'd like to see you not fall for him... he even has a pink pacifist stalking him. But I have no clue what I'm supposed to do about it. Tell him? Seduce him? Any ideas? Send them to Shinigami@death.net or post them in the guestbook! Thankies!
Heero stared, dumbstruck. What the Hell... He quickly explored the rest of the site. Yea, there it was... the photos he remembered Duo taking, most of his profile (conveniently leaving out the fact of him being a Gundam Pilot who happened to run around routinely blowing things up/killing people), and even a sketch he had watched Duo doodle a few weeks ago. He remembered watching Duo sit there, looking impossibly cute as he glared at the bird in front of him, as if daring it to move and mess up his drawing. But in the end, he had finally drawn a rather impressive sketch of the little sparrow. Then, to Heeros astonishment, he had given it to him. In fact, it was still sitting next to his computer...
The perfect soldiers mind whirled. Duo liked him... but... did he like Duo? Did he? He was constantly with him, but that was for missions, and he had saved his life several dozen times, but that was because he was a fellow Gundam pilot... He had come closer to actually befriending Duo then anyone in his life, but that was because what could you do when you constantly were stuck with someone?
He wasn't supposed to feel emotions. That was his upbringing. No emotions, no regrets. If he DID feel something for Duo... it could mean big trouble for them all, especially the braided baka. Heero sighed, not something he normally did. However, this was, obviously, not a normal thing.
He got up and stretched himself, letting his muscular arms to flex out of their temporary non-moving state. The pilot allowed himself a yawn, then walked across the room and plopped down on the bed. He grabbed the sketch Duo did and examined it. Now that he really looked at it... it really was beautiful. Every feather was perfect, even the eye seemed to glow with a life of its own. Beautiful.
Heero blinked. He wasn't used to looking at anything and truly seeing its beauty. If he did that... it would be emotions, and with emotions came regrets, and with regrets came problems. But then... Duo was the type of person who could bring that out in anyone, whether it be for a drawing or for the braided pilot himself. He just did.
Heero leaned back and rested his head on the pillows. His eyes slowly closed and he thought about everything he had just discovered. A-Duo had a website, and didn't tell him. B-Duo apparently liked him. C- Heero might, just miiiiight like him back. He tried to think back to a time when Duo had actually acted like he liked him, just a little bit. Duo was a very good actor, Heero knew that already. But there had been that one time when he had let his guard down...
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"OWIEOWIEOWIEOUCH!!! HEeeeeeyyyyyy Watch where you put those bandages!! Stupid perfect soldier cant even put on a few bandages without KILLING HIS PATIENT!! I NEED ANESTHESTIA!!
"Duo, shut up. I need to concentrate. You were hit pretty bad, and it wouldn't hurt if you weren't squirming like crazy," Heero stated flatly. He was having a lot of trouble getting the bandages around Duo's arm and tied with Duo fidgeting and complaining. They had been on a mission when Duo had tripped and fallen while running from a bomb that was about to go off. In doubling around to rescue him, Heero had nearly been killed too. Luckily, both of them were shielded from the blast by a large sheet of metal that was close by, and Duo got off with a big scrape on his arm and a slightly fractured bone. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt, and Duo meant to show the world.
"Heeeeeerrrroooooooo can I put the bandages on myself??"
"No, you're going to kill yourself. I'm almost done,"
"But... GAH!!!!"
"Baka, I told you to stop moving...
Duo had shut up after that, and Heero eventually got his arm bandaged and ready to heal. Later on that day, in the safehouse...
"Heero?" Duo said softly as the pilot walked by his room. Duo had been resting for several hours, as he was also dead tired from the long day. Heero opened the door a little.
"Hn?"
"I'm sorry I was so mean earlier... it just hurt a lot... but you risked everything to go back and save me, and I bitched about it... I'm really, really sorry, Heero..." Duo's eyes were seemed unusually bright, and reflected regret and... could it be? Perhaps... affection? Heero blinked; he hadnt expected an apology (and Duo's eyes can dazzle anybody, ne?)
"It's ok, Duo," Heero said, not unkindly. If it weren't for the fact he rarely smiled, he would have; as it was only his eyes showed kindness.
"Thanks, Hee-chan," Duo said, grinning at him. A small blush appeared on his cheeks, and he laughed softly. Then he abruptly closed his eyes, rolled over, and fell asleep. Heero had sat there for a while, watching the braided boy. Finally he had walked out of the room, shutting the door imperceptibly. And in his sleep, if Heero had been there do see it-Duo smiled.
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Heero rolled over onto his side and almost smiled at the memory. That was when he had first thought of Duo as not just a teammate but as a friend. Of course, he didn't really know what having a friend was, but he thought that Duo fit the description of what he knew pretty well. He rolled over again as he remembered that if what Duo had said on the website was true... then he might be more then a friend. He smiled (yes, actually SMILED, nearly invisible but it WAS THERE) and fell asleep.
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*sweatdrop* uh... how was it? First chappie? I don't think it was uh... horrible... gah, I'm writing scary stuff like... character analysis and deep thought!! *twitch* freaky... Hm, and I originally thought this might be a one chappie thing xD guess not, ne? Uh... if I do decide to post this... reviews are good? ^_^;;;;; Flames will be used to burn down random objects, such as school x_x... don't I wish, don't we all. Eheh... anyway. Ja ne.