Well, this is my first fanfic, so please, if it sucks, bear with me
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, Bandai does.
Well, here goes.
After coming back from a long mission, Duo groggily flopped onto his designated bed in the safehouse. He didn't feel to well, he felt cold, he shivered a bit, in that split second he coughed, rather severely actually, just then, he heard someone come in to the five Gundam Pilots living quarters,
"Who is it?"
Duo called out, holding back coughs.
"Duo?"
The cobalt blue eyed pilot Heero Yuy walked into Duo's room,
"I didn't expect you back from your mission yet."
He looked Duo over for a second, noticing that he looked a bit feverish,
"You look sick, baka, what did you do?"
Duo frowned at Heero, every time Heero called him that it made him feel bad,
"I didn't do anything."
"Duo no baka, daijobu desu ka?"
"Hai.I'm fine ok, it ain't like you to worry so freakin' much Yuy."
Heero looked away,
"I don't know what you are talking about ok, just get some sleep, it compromises the mission if you're sick."
he really didn't mean it like that at all. he really liked Duo on the inside, but could never tell him.
Duo shook his head,
"I'm fi-"
he began to cough again.
Heero raised an eyebrow,
"Baka, you are sick."
he walked over to Duo and placed his hand over Duo's forehead, he frowned,
"You have a fever."
he tried to hide the obvious worry in his voice.
Duo pushed his hand away,
"I'm -tellin'- you I'm fine, got it?"
Heero shook his head again,
"I don't believe you.look, get some sleep or I'll cut off that braid of yours."
he had to be rough sometimes, or Duo would never listen to him.
Duo's eyes widened in horror,
"Y-you wouldn't do that!!"
Heero's face remained emotionless,
"Go..to..bed.."
Duo twitched and gave in,
"You win, but you can't make me do anything else, got it?"
Heero shrugged,
"I am not going to make any promises, if you're sick, I can't have you compromising the mission that way."
Duo sighed,
"When I'm sick or something, or in battle, you and Trowa make the rest of us look like we suck man."
Heero was three-quarters out of Duo's room; he turned around, a definite smirk on his face,
"That's really not hard to do Maxwell."
Heero shut the door behind him, leaving Duo sitting up in his bed, the braided pilot sighed and laid down ~Why do you care so much Heero.why do you care if I'm sick? ~ then he let sleep take over all his senses.
Well, hoped you like it, I'll write the second chapter soon.please review, I'll be very grateful if you did.I have a few other stories in mind, I'm just not ready to type 'em yet before I tweak them a little more.
After coming back from a long mission, Duo groggily flopped onto his designated bed in the safehouse. He didn't feel to well, he felt cold, he shivered a bit, in that split second he coughed, rather severely actually, just then, he heard someone come in to the five Gundam Pilots living quarters,
"Who is it?"
Duo called out, holding back coughs.
"Duo?"
The cobalt blue eyed pilot Heero Yuy walked into Duo's room,
"I didn't expect you back from your mission yet."
He looked Duo over for a second, noticing that he looked a bit feverish,
"You look sick, baka, what did you do?"
Duo frowned at Heero, every time Heero called him that it made him feel bad,
"I didn't do anything."
"Duo no baka, daijobu desu ka?"
"Hai.I'm fine ok, it ain't like you to worry so freakin' much Yuy."
Heero looked away,
"I don't know what you are talking about ok, just get some sleep, it compromises the mission if you're sick."
he really didn't mean it like that at all. he really liked Duo on the inside, but could never tell him.
Duo shook his head,
"I'm fi-"
he began to cough again.
Heero raised an eyebrow,
"Baka, you are sick."
he walked over to Duo and placed his hand over Duo's forehead, he frowned,
"You have a fever."
he tried to hide the obvious worry in his voice.
Duo pushed his hand away,
"I'm -tellin'- you I'm fine, got it?"
Heero shook his head again,
"I don't believe you.look, get some sleep or I'll cut off that braid of yours."
he had to be rough sometimes, or Duo would never listen to him.
Duo's eyes widened in horror,
"Y-you wouldn't do that!!"
Heero's face remained emotionless,
"Go..to..bed.."
Duo twitched and gave in,
"You win, but you can't make me do anything else, got it?"
Heero shrugged,
"I am not going to make any promises, if you're sick, I can't have you compromising the mission that way."
Duo sighed,
"When I'm sick or something, or in battle, you and Trowa make the rest of us look like we suck man."
Heero was three-quarters out of Duo's room; he turned around, a definite smirk on his face,
"That's really not hard to do Maxwell."
Heero shut the door behind him, leaving Duo sitting up in his bed, the braided pilot sighed and laid down ~Why do you care so much Heero.why do you care if I'm sick? ~ then he let sleep take over all his senses.
Well, hoped you like it, I'll write the second chapter soon.please review, I'll be very grateful if you did.I have a few other stories in mind, I'm just not ready to type 'em yet before I tweak them a little more.