Warning: Still Heero x Duo. There is mention of pickles in a dream. Let
me assure you that all pickles that were mentioned in this story are not
real. Do not be alarmed by them, or by people who are moving and speaking
when not awake. Enjoy!
Heero awoke the next morning. Of course, the first thoughts he had were of Duo. Of his eyes, which he had gotten lost in the night before, his hair, which was well-kept, long, and simply enchanting, and of his body, which was lean, well-muscled, very delicate, but powerful, an oxymoron if he ever saw one. "Duo," he whispered the name as he had done the night before, only this time there was no response. Heero sighed.
Heero then pulled himself out of bed. He got dressed and ready for his morning workout, which included a 12-mile jog to the gym, 20 minutes working with equipment for his chest, 20 for his arms, 20 more for his stomach, and then, a jog of 12-miles back. This of course was only his maintenance workout.
Heero got back home at 9:00am, as he always did. Quatre and Trowa were both awake. Yes, they lived there, too, and so did Wu Fei. Quatre had bought a house, or rather a mansion, for them all to live in. Each had their own room, which had attached balconies, and bathrooms, complete with large Jacuzzi tubs. Quatre was making breakfast, while Trowa read the paper at the small table in the kitchen.
"Did you have a good workout Heero?" Quatre asked with a happy grin on his face.
"Hn."
"Is that a yes or a no hn?" He giggled at the joke he had just made.
Heero looked over at Trowa and was surprised to notice the smile on his face. Trowa was only slightly more expressive then Heero himself, and if he knew himself well enough, then he knew that he would never smile at a dumb joke like that. Eventhough this bothered Heero, he had bigger things to think about. Like the fact that he had a crush on one of his housemates. He had thought about Duo 7 more times then he usually did during his workout.
"I think it was a yes." A very familiar voice said.
Quatre greeted his newly awakened friend, "Good morning Duo. Would you like some breakfast?"
"Sure Quatre. Thanks. That would be great." He then turned his attention to Heero. "So?"
"So what?"
"Was I right?"
"About?"
"About the hn that you justified as an answer a little while back."
Suddenly, a voice was heard and a Chinese boy appeared in the doorway. "Justified. Justice. Injustice!"
"Oh no. He is sleep walking again." Quatre walked over to the unconscious Wu Fei. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."
"No!! Let go of me you stupid woman! This is injustice. Why does the pickle get to dance?"
Trowa raised an eyebrow, then went to help Quatre get Wu Fei back to bed. Meanwhile, Duo was on the floor laughing so hard that he could hardly breath. "A dancing pickle? Man, Wu Fei has some crazy dreams. I'm gonna need to ask him about this one."
Finally, the sleepwalker was safe, sound, and in a happy state of deep, motionless sleep. Duo had gone off after his laughing fit and breakfast to take a shower.
About 45 minutes later, he was out and all tenants of the house were awake. Heero was in his room on his laptop, when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Hey Heero. Can I ask you a favor?"
"Yeah, what do you want Duo?"
"Will you brush and braid my hair for me?" Thank goodness that Heero's back was facing Duo, because Heero's eyeballs popped out of his head at that. Duo never let anyone touch his hair.
"Umm." Words were slipping from Heero's brain, like butter slipping off a hot knife. "O.. ok. Sure."
Duo skipped over, handed Heero the comb, and sat down in front of his chair. Heero had no idea what was going on. Why was Duo asking him? Quatre was the one who always wanted to play with Duo's long locks, he thought as he pulled the brush though the mess of wet hair. Heero had a small war inside his brain, and then decided to ask Duo about it. "Why didn't you let Quatre brush it?"
"Oh, he wants to play with it more then brush it. Knowing him, he would probably put a bunch of pink bows in my hair. Which would just piss me off. Plus I think he would have trouble getting the tangles out."
"Why don't you just brush it?"
"Well, I can if you don't want to." Duo turned to look at Heero, his eyes full of disappointment. "It is just easier to have someone else do it." He looked so sad.
"No! I mean it's no problem. Really. I was just wondering, but why me?"
"I don't really know why. I was just like 'Hey, let's see if Heero will brush my hair.' I guess I thought you could work with it well 'cuz you might take it on as some kind of mission, like you do with everything else."
"Hn." There was something else. Heero just felt like Duo had different reasons.
"I guess I was right. I haven't felt a single tug on my head. Now, I know I had really bad tangles, and that you have been brushing it, but it doesn't feel like your doing anything or that I had a single knot in my hair."
Heero had been brushing it very absent-mindedly, but also extremely carefully. Slowly pulling the wide-toothed comb through sections of long, damp chestnut hair. With every stroke of the brush, Heero would savor the silkiness and sheer length of the tresses his hands were so privileged to feel.
"I think you can begin braiding it now."
"Huh? What?" Heero had completely forgotten where he was, who he was, what he was doing, and that time was more then just a concept. He had been pulled back though and was looking at the sleek, detangled hair he was still pulling the comb through. "Right. Braiding."
Heero began braiding, and as he did, he began to think. What was that thing he couldn't put his finger on. The real reason Duo had come to him. He just couldn't tell.
As he was nearing the end of Duo's hair, Duo decided to stand up. Just to make it easier for Heero, but Heero did not expect this, nor was he paying any attention. Now, Duo has very long hair, that, when braided comes to his thighs. Well, Heero was braiding the section that, when he stood up, was perfectly lined up with Duo's butt. Now, since Heero was not paying attention, he didn't notice the change, and as he reached for a group of hair that had fallen from his grip, his hand made very noticeable contact with Duo's backside.
Heero quickly stood up. He could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. Heero wondered if he had ever blushed this bad before. Duo turned around to look at him. "Heero? What's wrong?"
"I umm.. well I ." He was too embarrassed to even utter the simplest of explanation.
"Heero, why are you so freaked out. Is it because you touched my butt?"
Heero was shocked that he could say it like it was nothing to worry over. Then he remembered his horrible blushing and turned his face down and away from Duo's eyes. "Hn."
"I thought so." Duo picked up the hair-tie and wrapped it around a couple of times. "Heero, don't worry, guys touch each other's butts all the time."
"Really?" He looked back up.
"Yeah. Like with sports. The players will slap a guy on the butt to tell him that he did a good job, but you don't watch that much TV so I shouldn't expect you to know this, now should I?" Duo finished tying off his hair and had walked to the door. Heero was with him every step wanting to hear about these athletes. "Oh Heero, by the way."
"Yeah?"
He held up his braided hair. "Thanks. I may have to have you do this all the time." He gave Heero an odd look, then said, "Ya did a good job."
As Duo said that, he congratulated Heero as an athlete would. Duo had just slapped Heero on the butt. Heero knew he had never blushed this bad. Never.
"I get it now." Duo had left and he was talking to himself. "I get it. I know. He asked me because," he sat down on the bed, eyes locked on the floor like it held the mystery of life. "He has a crush on me!!" Heero's brain then began to process things Duo had done that, at the time, was thought to be innocent, but now seemed overlooked. He began to find things that Duo did and said to be laced with hints that he must have been blind to have missed.
Heero eventually went back to his computer, leaving it only to get dinner. That night at 11:55 PM, Heero stepped outside onto his balcony and was astonished to find Duo waiting for him.
"Hey Heero."
"Hn."
"So, tell me more about this mystery girl."
"Ummm. Like what?"
"Like what does she look like? Where does she live? How did you two meet?"
Heero looked at Duo. He'd guess. Duo would figure out it was himself. "No. I don't really want to."
"Awww, come on Heero. I won't make fun I promise." He took a couple steps closer to Heero. "Please Heero. I just wanna know. You trust me right?" He said batting his eyelashes the entire time. He was trying to make himself look innocent and harmless, and it worked.
Now Heero knew that Duo was neither innocent, nor harmless, but when he tried to appear that way, he was adorable. "Fine. Um. She has long light brown hair."
"And?"
"A slim build, and amazing eyes."
"What color are they?"
He looked into Dou's eyes. What color were they. He couldn't tell. "They change. Sometimes they look like the midnight sky. Sometimes they look like the ocean, and other times they look like lavender in the full bloom of spring."
"Oh, I've seen people with eyes like that, I can't remember where I have, but I have. They are cool." He took a moment to look up at the sky. "So, you really have got it bad for this girl, huh Yuy?"
"Yeah I guess so. She is just so free and full of life. It almost makes me wish I could be too." He looked over at Duo. And what was this? Duo looked sad. 'But why?' Heero thought. His mind raced back to earlier that day. Back to his "discovery." 'That couldn't be it, could it. No, he is just thinking, that's all. He is not sad that you have a crush on someone else. Why should he care.' Heero had decided earlier that day that Duo did not have a crush on him. Now he didn't know again.
Duo and Heero stayed out on the balcony until 2am talking about girls and how much they can mess with you. The entire time Heero was waging a war in his head of whether or not Duo liked him. Finally, they were leaving to go to bed.
"Night Heero." He slapped Heero on the tush, winked at him, and then leapt over to his own balcony and room.
Heero walked back into his room, wonderment filling his head. "He couldn't possibly like me." The battle waged on, as he thought of all the things that might have been signals that Duo had sent him.
Thinking that he was overanalyzing and getting his hopes up, Heero came to a conclusion. "He doesn't like me." He then walked off to the bathroom.
He got ready for sleep, got into bed and pulled the blankets up around his neck. He then came up with a new and final conclusion. "Maybe he likes me just a little." He then fell asleep and went into a dream world filled with midnight skies, oceans, and large fields of lavender.
Heero awoke the next morning. Of course, the first thoughts he had were of Duo. Of his eyes, which he had gotten lost in the night before, his hair, which was well-kept, long, and simply enchanting, and of his body, which was lean, well-muscled, very delicate, but powerful, an oxymoron if he ever saw one. "Duo," he whispered the name as he had done the night before, only this time there was no response. Heero sighed.
Heero then pulled himself out of bed. He got dressed and ready for his morning workout, which included a 12-mile jog to the gym, 20 minutes working with equipment for his chest, 20 for his arms, 20 more for his stomach, and then, a jog of 12-miles back. This of course was only his maintenance workout.
Heero got back home at 9:00am, as he always did. Quatre and Trowa were both awake. Yes, they lived there, too, and so did Wu Fei. Quatre had bought a house, or rather a mansion, for them all to live in. Each had their own room, which had attached balconies, and bathrooms, complete with large Jacuzzi tubs. Quatre was making breakfast, while Trowa read the paper at the small table in the kitchen.
"Did you have a good workout Heero?" Quatre asked with a happy grin on his face.
"Hn."
"Is that a yes or a no hn?" He giggled at the joke he had just made.
Heero looked over at Trowa and was surprised to notice the smile on his face. Trowa was only slightly more expressive then Heero himself, and if he knew himself well enough, then he knew that he would never smile at a dumb joke like that. Eventhough this bothered Heero, he had bigger things to think about. Like the fact that he had a crush on one of his housemates. He had thought about Duo 7 more times then he usually did during his workout.
"I think it was a yes." A very familiar voice said.
Quatre greeted his newly awakened friend, "Good morning Duo. Would you like some breakfast?"
"Sure Quatre. Thanks. That would be great." He then turned his attention to Heero. "So?"
"So what?"
"Was I right?"
"About?"
"About the hn that you justified as an answer a little while back."
Suddenly, a voice was heard and a Chinese boy appeared in the doorway. "Justified. Justice. Injustice!"
"Oh no. He is sleep walking again." Quatre walked over to the unconscious Wu Fei. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."
"No!! Let go of me you stupid woman! This is injustice. Why does the pickle get to dance?"
Trowa raised an eyebrow, then went to help Quatre get Wu Fei back to bed. Meanwhile, Duo was on the floor laughing so hard that he could hardly breath. "A dancing pickle? Man, Wu Fei has some crazy dreams. I'm gonna need to ask him about this one."
Finally, the sleepwalker was safe, sound, and in a happy state of deep, motionless sleep. Duo had gone off after his laughing fit and breakfast to take a shower.
About 45 minutes later, he was out and all tenants of the house were awake. Heero was in his room on his laptop, when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Hey Heero. Can I ask you a favor?"
"Yeah, what do you want Duo?"
"Will you brush and braid my hair for me?" Thank goodness that Heero's back was facing Duo, because Heero's eyeballs popped out of his head at that. Duo never let anyone touch his hair.
"Umm." Words were slipping from Heero's brain, like butter slipping off a hot knife. "O.. ok. Sure."
Duo skipped over, handed Heero the comb, and sat down in front of his chair. Heero had no idea what was going on. Why was Duo asking him? Quatre was the one who always wanted to play with Duo's long locks, he thought as he pulled the brush though the mess of wet hair. Heero had a small war inside his brain, and then decided to ask Duo about it. "Why didn't you let Quatre brush it?"
"Oh, he wants to play with it more then brush it. Knowing him, he would probably put a bunch of pink bows in my hair. Which would just piss me off. Plus I think he would have trouble getting the tangles out."
"Why don't you just brush it?"
"Well, I can if you don't want to." Duo turned to look at Heero, his eyes full of disappointment. "It is just easier to have someone else do it." He looked so sad.
"No! I mean it's no problem. Really. I was just wondering, but why me?"
"I don't really know why. I was just like 'Hey, let's see if Heero will brush my hair.' I guess I thought you could work with it well 'cuz you might take it on as some kind of mission, like you do with everything else."
"Hn." There was something else. Heero just felt like Duo had different reasons.
"I guess I was right. I haven't felt a single tug on my head. Now, I know I had really bad tangles, and that you have been brushing it, but it doesn't feel like your doing anything or that I had a single knot in my hair."
Heero had been brushing it very absent-mindedly, but also extremely carefully. Slowly pulling the wide-toothed comb through sections of long, damp chestnut hair. With every stroke of the brush, Heero would savor the silkiness and sheer length of the tresses his hands were so privileged to feel.
"I think you can begin braiding it now."
"Huh? What?" Heero had completely forgotten where he was, who he was, what he was doing, and that time was more then just a concept. He had been pulled back though and was looking at the sleek, detangled hair he was still pulling the comb through. "Right. Braiding."
Heero began braiding, and as he did, he began to think. What was that thing he couldn't put his finger on. The real reason Duo had come to him. He just couldn't tell.
As he was nearing the end of Duo's hair, Duo decided to stand up. Just to make it easier for Heero, but Heero did not expect this, nor was he paying any attention. Now, Duo has very long hair, that, when braided comes to his thighs. Well, Heero was braiding the section that, when he stood up, was perfectly lined up with Duo's butt. Now, since Heero was not paying attention, he didn't notice the change, and as he reached for a group of hair that had fallen from his grip, his hand made very noticeable contact with Duo's backside.
Heero quickly stood up. He could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. Heero wondered if he had ever blushed this bad before. Duo turned around to look at him. "Heero? What's wrong?"
"I umm.. well I ." He was too embarrassed to even utter the simplest of explanation.
"Heero, why are you so freaked out. Is it because you touched my butt?"
Heero was shocked that he could say it like it was nothing to worry over. Then he remembered his horrible blushing and turned his face down and away from Duo's eyes. "Hn."
"I thought so." Duo picked up the hair-tie and wrapped it around a couple of times. "Heero, don't worry, guys touch each other's butts all the time."
"Really?" He looked back up.
"Yeah. Like with sports. The players will slap a guy on the butt to tell him that he did a good job, but you don't watch that much TV so I shouldn't expect you to know this, now should I?" Duo finished tying off his hair and had walked to the door. Heero was with him every step wanting to hear about these athletes. "Oh Heero, by the way."
"Yeah?"
He held up his braided hair. "Thanks. I may have to have you do this all the time." He gave Heero an odd look, then said, "Ya did a good job."
As Duo said that, he congratulated Heero as an athlete would. Duo had just slapped Heero on the butt. Heero knew he had never blushed this bad. Never.
"I get it now." Duo had left and he was talking to himself. "I get it. I know. He asked me because," he sat down on the bed, eyes locked on the floor like it held the mystery of life. "He has a crush on me!!" Heero's brain then began to process things Duo had done that, at the time, was thought to be innocent, but now seemed overlooked. He began to find things that Duo did and said to be laced with hints that he must have been blind to have missed.
Heero eventually went back to his computer, leaving it only to get dinner. That night at 11:55 PM, Heero stepped outside onto his balcony and was astonished to find Duo waiting for him.
"Hey Heero."
"Hn."
"So, tell me more about this mystery girl."
"Ummm. Like what?"
"Like what does she look like? Where does she live? How did you two meet?"
Heero looked at Duo. He'd guess. Duo would figure out it was himself. "No. I don't really want to."
"Awww, come on Heero. I won't make fun I promise." He took a couple steps closer to Heero. "Please Heero. I just wanna know. You trust me right?" He said batting his eyelashes the entire time. He was trying to make himself look innocent and harmless, and it worked.
Now Heero knew that Duo was neither innocent, nor harmless, but when he tried to appear that way, he was adorable. "Fine. Um. She has long light brown hair."
"And?"
"A slim build, and amazing eyes."
"What color are they?"
He looked into Dou's eyes. What color were they. He couldn't tell. "They change. Sometimes they look like the midnight sky. Sometimes they look like the ocean, and other times they look like lavender in the full bloom of spring."
"Oh, I've seen people with eyes like that, I can't remember where I have, but I have. They are cool." He took a moment to look up at the sky. "So, you really have got it bad for this girl, huh Yuy?"
"Yeah I guess so. She is just so free and full of life. It almost makes me wish I could be too." He looked over at Duo. And what was this? Duo looked sad. 'But why?' Heero thought. His mind raced back to earlier that day. Back to his "discovery." 'That couldn't be it, could it. No, he is just thinking, that's all. He is not sad that you have a crush on someone else. Why should he care.' Heero had decided earlier that day that Duo did not have a crush on him. Now he didn't know again.
Duo and Heero stayed out on the balcony until 2am talking about girls and how much they can mess with you. The entire time Heero was waging a war in his head of whether or not Duo liked him. Finally, they were leaving to go to bed.
"Night Heero." He slapped Heero on the tush, winked at him, and then leapt over to his own balcony and room.
Heero walked back into his room, wonderment filling his head. "He couldn't possibly like me." The battle waged on, as he thought of all the things that might have been signals that Duo had sent him.
Thinking that he was overanalyzing and getting his hopes up, Heero came to a conclusion. "He doesn't like me." He then walked off to the bathroom.
He got ready for sleep, got into bed and pulled the blankets up around his neck. He then came up with a new and final conclusion. "Maybe he likes me just a little." He then fell asleep and went into a dream world filled with midnight skies, oceans, and large fields of lavender.