"Hello Quatre, glad you could accept my invitation" Relena paused, scanning the horizon, "will it just be the two if you staying here?"
Quatre grinned at Wufei. Relena wasn't doing a very good job of hiding the fact that she wished another pilot was there. More to the point, a Japanese pilot.
"No Relena-sama, the others will be joining us shortly, the got held up on a mission."
Relena nodded, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. /So Heero, lets see you run from me now. There's no reason in denying your feelings for me/ Smiling brightly she indicated to the Arabian and Asian to follow her, face hardened with resolve /Heero Yuy, you're mine/
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"… and then it blew up and fried him."
"Hn."
Heero stole a glance at Duo gazing happily out the window at the surrounding scenery, moulded into a green blur by the travelling freighter truck. A soft voice spoke from the back seat.
"You don't seem too upset about your hamster dying."
"Nah, why should I? I mean, he's down with my buddy in Hell, neh?" the braided pilot stretched lazily, his yawn loudly exaggerated in the confined space.
"Morbid." Quipped Trowa, who had been silent for most of their journey. Thoughts were probably dwelling on someone else.
"It sure is nice of Relena to invite us to her huge house for a holiday, considering we're in the middle of a full blown war at the moment." A mischievous smile crept on to his tanned face.
"D'ya think she'd mind if you didn't turn up?
Heero acknowledged Duos banter with a flicker of a smile.
"It's not like I care what she thinks." /It's what you think/ he said to himself. Prussian eyes blinked at Duo and what Heero left unsaid, his partner understood. Sliding across the seat, Duo leaned his head on Heeros shoulder and murmured softly in his ear.
"Never knew you cared."
The perfect soldier squirmed suddenly, causing the truck to jolt to the other side of the road, narrowly avoiding an on-coming car.
"Not now Duo, my hands are full at the moment."
The Shinigami pilot flashed a cheeky grin
"Whadda coincidence! So do I!"
Trowa shook his head disbelievingly at the pair in the front seat. / I wonder if they'll still be like that at Relenas/ he mused. / I wonder if Quatre will be there/ He smiled softly to himself and wrapped his jacket around his lean body. He closed his eyes, falling into a light sleep against the drawn curtains of the window. There wasn't much point in staying awake; the only kind of talk going on was filled with innuendo. Often on Duos behalf. The truck lurched once again, hurling Trowa against the door. He sat up angrily, rubbing at a bruise acquired from the handle that jammed into his arm.
"Yuy! Drive properly, you're gonna get… DUO! Stop distracting him!"
Duos chestnut head popped up, looking at Trowa over the seat with wide innocent eyes.
"What? What did I do?"
"Nearly got us killed! Can't you wait till we've stopped moving to continue with Heero?" He glared at Duo with one visible emerald eye in exasperation, speaking more in the past minute than he would for the rest of the day. He switched his gaze to Heero quietly snickering at the wheel.
"You should know better, don't encourage him."
Duo nudged Heero in the ribs, his trademark grin breaking on his face
"Ya know what Hee-chan, I think Trowas getting touchy because Quatre aint here. Am I right?" Trowa reddened, failing to hide what everyone knew.
"Of course I am! Trowa man, you gotta lighten up. We'll be there soon." Duo winked at Trowa and then with exaggerated secrecy he leant over the back of the seat and whispered loudly to him.
"And then you can let Quatre give you the grand tour of the bedroom. And if you really don't want him going anywhere, handcuffs are always an option. But you gotta be careful, because this one time when I cuffed Heero to the bedpost he broke the locks on them and tied me up and – ITAI!"
Duos shocked face registered with Trowa for a brief second before he was piled on top of the stunned heavy-arms pilot. He lay across Trowa, clutching his head.
"Ahh, Heero, be more gentle next time." He groaned, clambering off his friends lap. Trowa then climbed into the passenger seat.
"I'll drive now, take a rest Heero."
No sooner than the words were out of his mouth, Duo had pulled a mildly protesting pilot into his arms, dragging the body comfortably on top of his.
"I said a rest Duo, not a work out."
"Ooh, touché. Don't worry, he's got so much stamina it's impossible to wear him out. I've tried it."
"I'm sure. Just keep it down please."
Trowa could visualise the grin spreading over Duos face, thinking of his next comeback.
"Sure, no problem… now where is that gag? I'm sure it's around he- mph!"
Trowa swung around, curious to see what shut Duo up.
"Hm, you make a perfect gag Heero."
Slowly and deliberately the Japanese pilot raised his hand and extended his finger, making an obscene gesture at Trowa.
"I bet you didn't learn that from Dr. J" he mumbled, turning back to the wheel.
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Yes, another bit typed, another piece of complete waffle for you to read. I'm fully aware the characters are not themselves but this is a sugar high fic.