Tell Me You Love Me [UTB- Violet Tears]
O_O I finally got off my lazy butt and decided to copy this chapter from my notebook to the computer. Gah! See what laziness does! Oh, a note. Don't write stories in notebooks. Chances are you'll either be too lazy to copy it, or you'll lose the note book *coughcoughitwasntmyfaultcoughcough* And I would like to apologize profusely to all my reviewers of this fic for taking so long... And thanks for reviewing in the first place! ^_^ Uhm, my fluff muses seem to be in a good mood these days. *glares at lemon muses* go away, lemon muses... Bug me when I'm writing a scene for another fic, I'm busy rig--*lemon muse attacks* NO! GO AWAY! I DON'T WANNA WRITE A LEMON YET! *beats away muse*
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The next morning after going to bed at a late hour, Duo awoke to Heero's sneezes. Blinking, he sat up, watching his koi's face contract with each sneeze. He waited for a pause, and when Heero finally stopped sneezing, he said, "Bless ya, Hee-chan."
The Japanese boy nodded and pulled his covers off.
"Heero, you don't look so good. You okay?"
"Baka," smirked Heero, "You gave me your cold."
Duo threw his feet over the edge of the bed and crossed the room to Heero's bed, curling up next to pilot 01. "Well, now! We can be sick together!" chuckled 02, flinging his arm around Heero's neck. "Hehe, only problem is I think my cold decided it didn't like me anymore and went away,"
"Great." muttered Heero, a very slight smile appearing on his face. "Thanks, Duo," his voice was sarcastic as Duo played with the end of his long braid. Duo batted his eyelashes while his face twisted into the trademark Maxwell grin.
"You're very welcome." he laughed. "You stay here; I'll getcha something to eat. Whaddya want?"
"Whatever Quatre made." came the reply from the stoic boy, dropping a kiss on Duo's temple.
"Okay. But you're gonna have to do more than that." teased the American, amusement streaking through his amethyst eyes. "Much more."
An almost-grin made its way across Heero's face evilly and slowly. He gathered the smaller boy in his arms, pressing his lips forcefully against Duo's pastel ones, savoring the taste of 02's lips on his and the chills it sent running through him. Duo yielded to the kiss and smiled shyly at Heero.
"I think just a little more'll do it," smirked Deathscythe's pilot, delicately resting his head on Heero's shoulder as the other boy wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Heero kissed the top of Duo's head. He coughed.
"Do you think we could pick this up later? The food is going to get cold."
Reluctantly, Duo removed himself from Heero's lap and nodded. "Eh, okay, I'll ask Q-man to make ya some soup," the braided pilot opened the door and left the room to downstairs. Upon coming into the kitchen, he saw WuFei sitting at the table, munching on a cracker and- he paused. "Yo Tro! Quat! I see you two're an item now!"
And it did appear to be so- Quatre was standing over the sink, washing dishes with Trowa's arm dangled around his waist. Sure, they had been close friends since they day they met, but there was a look in Trowa's visible eye that said so much more. It was a look of love. Quatre turned around at Duo's words, unafraid to nuzzle his head into the crook of Trowa's arm. A slight blush appeared in the cheeks of the taller boy.
WuFei turned his head. "I'm surrounded by lovers."
Emerald, turquoise, and amethyst eyes rolled. Duo sweatdropped.
"Well then, Wuffers, we needta find ya someone!"
WuFei quickly shook his head, sending Duo a friendly glare. "That's more than okay, Maxwell." said the Chinese pilot before dunking his plate in the sink.
"Aww, c'mon, Wuffers, ya know you wanna love someone and have someone love you." Duo suddenly remembered and turned to Quatre, who was looking happy and calm with Trowa's arm pulling him close. "Hey Q-man, Heero got my cold. Is there any like soup he can have?"
Quatre's expression now became worried. "Heero? Sick?" asked 04.
Duo nodded. "Eh, seems like it. We got any chicken soup?"
Trowa released Quatre and started digging through a cupboard. A few moments later, his face reappeared and in his hands, a can of chicken soup. Silently, he opened the can and poured the contents into a porcelian bowl. The last drop of liquid fell into the bowl. Trowa opened the microwave door and slid the bowl onto the circular glass disk. After closing the door, he pressed a few numbered buttons, watching as the pale yellow light from a miniature lightbulb burst into the inside of the microwave, cooking the soup. He then looked back at Quatre, who looped his thinner arm around Trowa's more muscular one. Anyone looking at them right now could actually *feel* the love between the two pilots. Gently, Trowa raised one hand to play idly with a golden lock of 04's hair.
WuFei sighed annoyedly and shuffled out of the room, his momentary anger replaced by great sorrow.
A few more minutes passed by until the microwave beeped. Duo noted the soup was done heating as tendrils of steam started climbing up the air in delicate waves. The American strode over to the big black heating box and pulled the door back by the handle. "Hey Tro! Looks like Q taught ya how to cook!" he removed the bowl and fetched a spoon from the sink. "I'll be down for something later, okay?"
Quatre nodded, still content in Trowa's arms. Duo observed stoic Trowa's face; Heavyarms' pilot looked happier than ever before. Duo smiled. "I'll leave you two alone right now."
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WuFei sat on his bed in despair. Now that Trowa and Quatre were together, he was all alone - no one to love, and no one to love him. An alien feeling came over him suddenly, a strange moisture pooling in his obsidian eyes. `No,' he told himself, `I musn't cry!' But his dragon will faded quickly, leaving the fight to control the tears harder than before. Each silvery tear burned his skin in shame. Tears were not something he knew how to control. He tried to ignore the stabbing pain in his heart. "Why must I be so lonesome? Why do I have to see the others, love blossoming between them, and know I'll never experience such feelings?" He was sure no one would ever love him.
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Duo rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Heero, you're not gonna get any better if you're not gonna eat." he poked at the still steaming bowl of soup infront of Heero.
"Who cookied this?" the Japanese youth asked carefully.
"Well, obviously Q's been givin' Tro some cooking lessons. Trowa cooked it. I- hey! Stop lookin' at me like that! I swear I didn't cook it!"
Heero smirked. The soup looked edible enough. "You'd better hope Trowa cooked this." slowly, he raised a spoonful to his lips, titling the spoon so the soup would pour into his mouth.
"Not too bad, ne Heero?"
A slight nod was his response. "Hn."
"Well, guess that's a good sign." Duo shrugged. His cold was still lingering, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it was before.
"Duo." Heero said suddenly, "Check my--" he paused, coughing. "--laptop for any missions."
Duo looked like he could have sweatdropped. "You never forget the mission, do you?"
Heero almost smiled. "Yeah. I'd forget it before you, though." he said softly.
Grinning, Duo pulled himself from where he sat on the bed and plopped down infront of Heero's laptop. He yawned, acsessing the mission file, clicking here and there. A frown appeared on his face when he saw there was a mission, for all five of them.
"Well?" asked Heero. "Did they send anything?"
"Yeah, they did. All five of us. Lemme read it to ya," the American turned back to the screen. "`Pilots 01, 02, 03, 04, 05- We've received word of a new enemy base near your current location. You are to infiltrate the base, destroying any and all weapons of any kind you come across, among others. Do not bring your gundams - there is no sufficient area to conceal them. Complete mission as soon as possible.`" Duo finished reading and sighed at the glowing screen. "It seems like we never get a break, ne? Can't wait until this war is over." he stood. "I'll go tell the others." he trodded out of the room and bounded down the stairs, chestnut braid flying behind him.
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"Trowa?" Quatre asked timidly of the boy holding him. 03 looked deep into the eyes of the Arabian, and nodded. "Uhm..." the blonde paused and smiled gently. "Do you love me?" his voice was unsteady and shy. "Well, I guess you don't have to answer that... But I love you, Trowa. I've always loved you."
Trowa responded by tightening his arms around Quatre. He nodded and kissed the top of the Arabian's head.
"Can I take that as a yes?"
03 nodded again. Quatre smiled and brushed Trowa's bangs out of his face-- Trowa let him do whatever he wanted now--and stared lovingly into two emerald orbs.
"Your eyes are so beautiful, Trowa. From the day I met you I loved your eyes."
A soft smile appeared on Trowa's face. "I've always loved everything about you, little one. You're everyone's angel. But you're my special angel." he slid his arms further around Quatre's waist, loving every moment the angel spent in his lap. He was about to kiss him when a certian pilot of Deathscythe bounded into the room.
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"We got a new mission," Duo said, plopping down cross legged on the living room floor. "All of us need to go. Heero's preparing what we'll need."
Quatre sighed and stood from Trowa's lap. "I'll go get Sandrock--" Duo shook his head.
"H.Q. said not to being our gundams. They said there won't be enough room to hide them or something." Duo shrugged. Trowa nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I'll go tell WuFei." said Duo.
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WuFei didn't answer the door when he heard Duo knock. He stared straight ahead and left the braided baka to constantly knocking on the door.
"Hey WuFei! Ya really need ta come out! You okay in there?"
A pause.
"WuFei! Open the door! It's really important!"
The Chinese pilot stood infront of his door, hand hovering directly above the doorknob.
"I'm coming in, 'Fei!"
Duo pushed the door open with all his might, grunting as he did so. The other boy, having no time to react, suddenly found his lips pressed against the candy like tiers of none other than a very shocked looking Duo. Enraged, WuFei stepped back and glared. "MAXWELL!" he cried. His eyes locked with amethyst orbs.
"Sorry...I-I didn't mean to, it just happened," Duo stated, his voice hiding the fact that he was slightly fearful of the verbal lecture he was sure he was about to get. He flinched when WuFei's hand came in contact with his shoulder. But it wasn't for rebuking. The touch was light and gentle.
"Forget about it." said WuFei, eyes crinkling in what seemed to be a smile.
Duo blinked, then remembered the mission. "Oh yeah, 'Fei. There's a new mission. There's some base near here we gonna infiltrate and destroy. We're not to use our gundams, they said there won't be enough room to hide 'em all."
WuFei raised his eyebrows. It was already midday. There wouldn't be enough time to complete the mission before dark. But at the same time, the cover of darkness would help them greatly in sneaking into the base. Duo shrugged.
"I'll ask Hee-chan? But I dunno, 'Fei. He's got a cold and even though he's gonna ignore it for sure, it could get worse."
WuFei was silent. Feeling the American's soft, pastel lips on his had, if only got a brief moment, sent some kind of tingly feeling through his entire body. "I'll come down in a second, Maxwell. Tell Yuy to decide if he's going to come or not. Though I doubt he would stay home during a mission."
Duo nodded. "Mm'kay. I'll come up and tell ya what he says if you're not down by then."
WuFei responded by shaking his head in positive affirmation as Duo pulled himself to his feet and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. 05 sighed.
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Well, here it is. The infamously-long-waited-for chapter five. Review please! I know I've been a very bad author and been extremely lazy, but hey. Better late than never, right? I promise I'll try to get the next chapter out soon.
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Berrful Hunter (UTB- Forever Duo's Girl/TaraSaturn)
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O_O I finally got off my lazy butt and decided to copy this chapter from my notebook to the computer. Gah! See what laziness does! Oh, a note. Don't write stories in notebooks. Chances are you'll either be too lazy to copy it, or you'll lose the note book *coughcoughitwasntmyfaultcoughcough* And I would like to apologize profusely to all my reviewers of this fic for taking so long... And thanks for reviewing in the first place! ^_^ Uhm, my fluff muses seem to be in a good mood these days. *glares at lemon muses* go away, lemon muses... Bug me when I'm writing a scene for another fic, I'm busy rig--*lemon muse attacks* NO! GO AWAY! I DON'T WANNA WRITE A LEMON YET! *beats away muse*
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The next morning after going to bed at a late hour, Duo awoke to Heero's sneezes. Blinking, he sat up, watching his koi's face contract with each sneeze. He waited for a pause, and when Heero finally stopped sneezing, he said, "Bless ya, Hee-chan."
The Japanese boy nodded and pulled his covers off.
"Heero, you don't look so good. You okay?"
"Baka," smirked Heero, "You gave me your cold."
Duo threw his feet over the edge of the bed and crossed the room to Heero's bed, curling up next to pilot 01. "Well, now! We can be sick together!" chuckled 02, flinging his arm around Heero's neck. "Hehe, only problem is I think my cold decided it didn't like me anymore and went away,"
"Great." muttered Heero, a very slight smile appearing on his face. "Thanks, Duo," his voice was sarcastic as Duo played with the end of his long braid. Duo batted his eyelashes while his face twisted into the trademark Maxwell grin.
"You're very welcome." he laughed. "You stay here; I'll getcha something to eat. Whaddya want?"
"Whatever Quatre made." came the reply from the stoic boy, dropping a kiss on Duo's temple.
"Okay. But you're gonna have to do more than that." teased the American, amusement streaking through his amethyst eyes. "Much more."
An almost-grin made its way across Heero's face evilly and slowly. He gathered the smaller boy in his arms, pressing his lips forcefully against Duo's pastel ones, savoring the taste of 02's lips on his and the chills it sent running through him. Duo yielded to the kiss and smiled shyly at Heero.
"I think just a little more'll do it," smirked Deathscythe's pilot, delicately resting his head on Heero's shoulder as the other boy wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Heero kissed the top of Duo's head. He coughed.
"Do you think we could pick this up later? The food is going to get cold."
Reluctantly, Duo removed himself from Heero's lap and nodded. "Eh, okay, I'll ask Q-man to make ya some soup," the braided pilot opened the door and left the room to downstairs. Upon coming into the kitchen, he saw WuFei sitting at the table, munching on a cracker and- he paused. "Yo Tro! Quat! I see you two're an item now!"
And it did appear to be so- Quatre was standing over the sink, washing dishes with Trowa's arm dangled around his waist. Sure, they had been close friends since they day they met, but there was a look in Trowa's visible eye that said so much more. It was a look of love. Quatre turned around at Duo's words, unafraid to nuzzle his head into the crook of Trowa's arm. A slight blush appeared in the cheeks of the taller boy.
WuFei turned his head. "I'm surrounded by lovers."
Emerald, turquoise, and amethyst eyes rolled. Duo sweatdropped.
"Well then, Wuffers, we needta find ya someone!"
WuFei quickly shook his head, sending Duo a friendly glare. "That's more than okay, Maxwell." said the Chinese pilot before dunking his plate in the sink.
"Aww, c'mon, Wuffers, ya know you wanna love someone and have someone love you." Duo suddenly remembered and turned to Quatre, who was looking happy and calm with Trowa's arm pulling him close. "Hey Q-man, Heero got my cold. Is there any like soup he can have?"
Quatre's expression now became worried. "Heero? Sick?" asked 04.
Duo nodded. "Eh, seems like it. We got any chicken soup?"
Trowa released Quatre and started digging through a cupboard. A few moments later, his face reappeared and in his hands, a can of chicken soup. Silently, he opened the can and poured the contents into a porcelian bowl. The last drop of liquid fell into the bowl. Trowa opened the microwave door and slid the bowl onto the circular glass disk. After closing the door, he pressed a few numbered buttons, watching as the pale yellow light from a miniature lightbulb burst into the inside of the microwave, cooking the soup. He then looked back at Quatre, who looped his thinner arm around Trowa's more muscular one. Anyone looking at them right now could actually *feel* the love between the two pilots. Gently, Trowa raised one hand to play idly with a golden lock of 04's hair.
WuFei sighed annoyedly and shuffled out of the room, his momentary anger replaced by great sorrow.
A few more minutes passed by until the microwave beeped. Duo noted the soup was done heating as tendrils of steam started climbing up the air in delicate waves. The American strode over to the big black heating box and pulled the door back by the handle. "Hey Tro! Looks like Q taught ya how to cook!" he removed the bowl and fetched a spoon from the sink. "I'll be down for something later, okay?"
Quatre nodded, still content in Trowa's arms. Duo observed stoic Trowa's face; Heavyarms' pilot looked happier than ever before. Duo smiled. "I'll leave you two alone right now."
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WuFei sat on his bed in despair. Now that Trowa and Quatre were together, he was all alone - no one to love, and no one to love him. An alien feeling came over him suddenly, a strange moisture pooling in his obsidian eyes. `No,' he told himself, `I musn't cry!' But his dragon will faded quickly, leaving the fight to control the tears harder than before. Each silvery tear burned his skin in shame. Tears were not something he knew how to control. He tried to ignore the stabbing pain in his heart. "Why must I be so lonesome? Why do I have to see the others, love blossoming between them, and know I'll never experience such feelings?" He was sure no one would ever love him.
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Duo rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Heero, you're not gonna get any better if you're not gonna eat." he poked at the still steaming bowl of soup infront of Heero.
"Who cookied this?" the Japanese youth asked carefully.
"Well, obviously Q's been givin' Tro some cooking lessons. Trowa cooked it. I- hey! Stop lookin' at me like that! I swear I didn't cook it!"
Heero smirked. The soup looked edible enough. "You'd better hope Trowa cooked this." slowly, he raised a spoonful to his lips, titling the spoon so the soup would pour into his mouth.
"Not too bad, ne Heero?"
A slight nod was his response. "Hn."
"Well, guess that's a good sign." Duo shrugged. His cold was still lingering, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it was before.
"Duo." Heero said suddenly, "Check my--" he paused, coughing. "--laptop for any missions."
Duo looked like he could have sweatdropped. "You never forget the mission, do you?"
Heero almost smiled. "Yeah. I'd forget it before you, though." he said softly.
Grinning, Duo pulled himself from where he sat on the bed and plopped down infront of Heero's laptop. He yawned, acsessing the mission file, clicking here and there. A frown appeared on his face when he saw there was a mission, for all five of them.
"Well?" asked Heero. "Did they send anything?"
"Yeah, they did. All five of us. Lemme read it to ya," the American turned back to the screen. "`Pilots 01, 02, 03, 04, 05- We've received word of a new enemy base near your current location. You are to infiltrate the base, destroying any and all weapons of any kind you come across, among others. Do not bring your gundams - there is no sufficient area to conceal them. Complete mission as soon as possible.`" Duo finished reading and sighed at the glowing screen. "It seems like we never get a break, ne? Can't wait until this war is over." he stood. "I'll go tell the others." he trodded out of the room and bounded down the stairs, chestnut braid flying behind him.
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"Trowa?" Quatre asked timidly of the boy holding him. 03 looked deep into the eyes of the Arabian, and nodded. "Uhm..." the blonde paused and smiled gently. "Do you love me?" his voice was unsteady and shy. "Well, I guess you don't have to answer that... But I love you, Trowa. I've always loved you."
Trowa responded by tightening his arms around Quatre. He nodded and kissed the top of the Arabian's head.
"Can I take that as a yes?"
03 nodded again. Quatre smiled and brushed Trowa's bangs out of his face-- Trowa let him do whatever he wanted now--and stared lovingly into two emerald orbs.
"Your eyes are so beautiful, Trowa. From the day I met you I loved your eyes."
A soft smile appeared on Trowa's face. "I've always loved everything about you, little one. You're everyone's angel. But you're my special angel." he slid his arms further around Quatre's waist, loving every moment the angel spent in his lap. He was about to kiss him when a certian pilot of Deathscythe bounded into the room.
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"We got a new mission," Duo said, plopping down cross legged on the living room floor. "All of us need to go. Heero's preparing what we'll need."
Quatre sighed and stood from Trowa's lap. "I'll go get Sandrock--" Duo shook his head.
"H.Q. said not to being our gundams. They said there won't be enough room to hide them or something." Duo shrugged. Trowa nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I'll go tell WuFei." said Duo.
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WuFei didn't answer the door when he heard Duo knock. He stared straight ahead and left the braided baka to constantly knocking on the door.
"Hey WuFei! Ya really need ta come out! You okay in there?"
A pause.
"WuFei! Open the door! It's really important!"
The Chinese pilot stood infront of his door, hand hovering directly above the doorknob.
"I'm coming in, 'Fei!"
Duo pushed the door open with all his might, grunting as he did so. The other boy, having no time to react, suddenly found his lips pressed against the candy like tiers of none other than a very shocked looking Duo. Enraged, WuFei stepped back and glared. "MAXWELL!" he cried. His eyes locked with amethyst orbs.
"Sorry...I-I didn't mean to, it just happened," Duo stated, his voice hiding the fact that he was slightly fearful of the verbal lecture he was sure he was about to get. He flinched when WuFei's hand came in contact with his shoulder. But it wasn't for rebuking. The touch was light and gentle.
"Forget about it." said WuFei, eyes crinkling in what seemed to be a smile.
Duo blinked, then remembered the mission. "Oh yeah, 'Fei. There's a new mission. There's some base near here we gonna infiltrate and destroy. We're not to use our gundams, they said there won't be enough room to hide 'em all."
WuFei raised his eyebrows. It was already midday. There wouldn't be enough time to complete the mission before dark. But at the same time, the cover of darkness would help them greatly in sneaking into the base. Duo shrugged.
"I'll ask Hee-chan? But I dunno, 'Fei. He's got a cold and even though he's gonna ignore it for sure, it could get worse."
WuFei was silent. Feeling the American's soft, pastel lips on his had, if only got a brief moment, sent some kind of tingly feeling through his entire body. "I'll come down in a second, Maxwell. Tell Yuy to decide if he's going to come or not. Though I doubt he would stay home during a mission."
Duo nodded. "Mm'kay. I'll come up and tell ya what he says if you're not down by then."
WuFei responded by shaking his head in positive affirmation as Duo pulled himself to his feet and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. 05 sighed.
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Well, here it is. The infamously-long-waited-for chapter five. Review please! I know I've been a very bad author and been extremely lazy, but hey. Better late than never, right? I promise I'll try to get the next chapter out soon.
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Berrful Hunter (UTB- Forever Duo's Girl/TaraSaturn)
email: glitzykiss67@aol.com
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