Disclaimer: I don't own it. Sorry. I know I let you down, there. But it's
the sad truth...
Warnings: Er...Nakkie Duo, future sight, no 3x4(*sniff* but since this was to fill a 3x12 budget...).
Kat: Also for you(not the naked Duo, he's mine!)! Aren't you the lucky gal! This is fic number three, by the way.
***
Duo slowly closed the door behind him, trying not to make the cealing fall in.
"Man, this safehouse's a dump."
He was right. Three rooms; a joint bedroom for him and Wufei, a living room with a small
stove in one corner, and a small bathroom. Mildew, mold and spider webs all around.
He wrinkled his nose. By the looks of it, the shower wasn't any exception. Duo sighed,
weighing the possiblities.
He could go without a bath, sleeping in the day's sweat and grime; at least there was no
blood. He'd probably get kicked out of the bedroom by Wufei for not showering. End up
sleeping on the roach motel sofa-if it didn't collapse, that is.
Or he could attempt to shower in this...thing.
Duo took in the crusty floor, drain with something green growing in it, wavy glass doors and
stall, and dead roach in one corner.
Opening the door, he tentitively turned the right handle, it was made of rusted metal and
about three feet up in the cement wall.
A creaking noise and water ran out of the shower head above.
"Well, at least that works," he placed one hand into it's stream, testing the temperature.
"Warm, too. This place isn't all bad," Duo quickly undid the tie for his hair, letting it stream
down behind him, then pulled off his shirt and pants, as the water rinsed out the inside of the
stall.
As a small cloud of steam gathered around the cealing, he opened the glass door, letting a
wave of heat wash over himself.
"Yeah, now that feels nice."
Duo grinned and stepped inside, tossing a pair of boxers over his shoulder as he did so.
"Close the door, now," He obeyed his own command and turned his attention back to the
water falling over him.
"Hot. Feels good. Nice," He muttered to himself, closing his eyes and relaxing in the peace
found in a locked bathroom.
"But now," Duo opened his eyes, casting a critical glance over the inside of the shower,
taking in the steam, water and fogged up glass.
"How hot to make it," He ran a hand through his hair, "It feels real good now, but," He
glanced down, "There's the S factor."
"Right," Duo shook his head, sending droplets of water flying, "Not like it's gonna happen,
but I don't want to find out, after the war's over, that I am..." He struggled with the word,
"Handicaped, so to speak."
There was a pause, "Not that I even want kids, but it's the thought that counts. I mean, what
if Fei-baby or someone is off multiplying like a rabbit, and I'm stuck, all because I'm here,"
He gestured around him, "killing my men off?"
He sighed.
"But then, the water feels real good like this. And if I'm gonna die any day in this war, then
why not?"
He struggled briefly with himself, before reaching out and turning the cold water on.
"There," Duo muttered, shivering slightly as the water cooled off, "I had so better live
through this damn war."
After adjusting to this new temperature, he groped around the high stone shelf installed in
the shower.
"Damnit," He muttered, shaking off a cobweb, "No shampoo."
Duo let out an exasperated sigh, then turned the water off, opened the stall door and
stepped out onto the cold tiled floor.
"Ah, fucking cold," He rang out his hair, letting the water collect on the ground in a puddle, as
he knelt down and began digging through a beat up black bag.
"Pants...jacket...sunglasses...Hey! My hat!" He grinned and pulled it out, plopping it on top
of his still wet hair.
"I was looking for this!" He began searching in his bag again, and after several more
attempts, he came up with a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap.
"Here we go," He stood up, wipeing dust off his knees and walked back into the shower,
throwing his hat on the floor before closing the door again.
Duo turned the water on for a second time, carfully placing his items in a clean corner of the
stall.
"Now, where was I?" He asked himself, letting the water wash over his body.
"Right. Sperm," He grabbed the shampoo and emptied a considerable amount into his
palm, before continuing his train of thought.
"Wu-man and kids. That's a weird thought," He paused, thinking the idea over.
"Actually, if he didn't kill them off, I suppose he'd be a good father...kinda."
His face lit up as this topic led into another, more interesting one.
"Who'd Wuffles marry? A woman, that man's as straight as the joy stick of Heero's gundam.
She'd be probably at least partially Chinese."
Duo paused in working the foamy bubbles through his hair, while picturing exactly what she
would look like.
"Tall, probably. Light skin, strong enough to snap him out of his sexist phase. Hmm, I
dunno why, but I'm getting blonde, busty, and blueish eyes."
He shook his head, suds soaring through the air, "Then she can't be pure Chinese. Oh well.
Doesn't matter, I suppose. I'm just guessing about these things."
Grabbing more shampoo, he moved on to the next pilot.
"Well, since I assume that Ro's gonna marry that Relena chick, let's do Kitty-Kat. What
would his wife look like?"
There was a long silence, filled only by the running of water.
"Kitty-Kat...Kit-kat...Q-man...Quat...Tra...Quatre..." Duo sighed, his head hanging.
"Damn, this is hard. What would she look like?"
He crossed his arms, foot tapping on the stall's floor.
"Got it!" He snapped his fingers, "Tall, Barbie blonde, gray eyes, cat like, forked eyebrows,
and evil."
Duo laughed, picturing the two of them together. "Yeah, right. Like that'll ever work."
He reached for the bar of soap, "Tro's the only one left. Him next! Damnit all," He bent
down, grabbing the bar of soap that had slipped out of his hands when he had cackled
evily at the thought of Trowa as a married man.
Glaring at the innocent looking white rectangle, he continued.
"Trowa. His wife..." He looked around the stall, then cursed and
opened the door again. He walked over to the bag and dug around inside it, bar of soap
still in one hand.
"Let's keep talking. Tro-babe's wife..." He went still, the soap falling from his hand, his eyes
staring straight ahead, not seeing.
//A blonde girl, screaming, crying.
The boy walks away, unfazed, looking to the sky.
A flash of light, a figure sits up in bed, no longer a girl, but a woman.
She leans over, next to her lies another, no longer a boy, but a man...//
A knock echos through the bathroom, sending Duo's head snapping up.
"Maxwell!" A muffled yell is heard, "Hurry it up!"
Duo grinned, picking up the bar of soap and standing up.
"If you think I'm taking too long, Wufei, why don't you come in here with me? It'll save time!"
He yelled through the closed door, smirking when the pounding on the door stops and
footsteps quickly retreat.
"Wu-man is crazy sometimes," He said, stepping back into the shower.
"But then," He admitted, replaying the slowly fading scene in his head, "Maybe so am I."
Warnings: Er...Nakkie Duo, future sight, no 3x4(*sniff* but since this was to fill a 3x12 budget...).
Kat: Also for you(not the naked Duo, he's mine!)! Aren't you the lucky gal! This is fic number three, by the way.
***
Duo slowly closed the door behind him, trying not to make the cealing fall in.
"Man, this safehouse's a dump."
He was right. Three rooms; a joint bedroom for him and Wufei, a living room with a small
stove in one corner, and a small bathroom. Mildew, mold and spider webs all around.
He wrinkled his nose. By the looks of it, the shower wasn't any exception. Duo sighed,
weighing the possiblities.
He could go without a bath, sleeping in the day's sweat and grime; at least there was no
blood. He'd probably get kicked out of the bedroom by Wufei for not showering. End up
sleeping on the roach motel sofa-if it didn't collapse, that is.
Or he could attempt to shower in this...thing.
Duo took in the crusty floor, drain with something green growing in it, wavy glass doors and
stall, and dead roach in one corner.
Opening the door, he tentitively turned the right handle, it was made of rusted metal and
about three feet up in the cement wall.
A creaking noise and water ran out of the shower head above.
"Well, at least that works," he placed one hand into it's stream, testing the temperature.
"Warm, too. This place isn't all bad," Duo quickly undid the tie for his hair, letting it stream
down behind him, then pulled off his shirt and pants, as the water rinsed out the inside of the
stall.
As a small cloud of steam gathered around the cealing, he opened the glass door, letting a
wave of heat wash over himself.
"Yeah, now that feels nice."
Duo grinned and stepped inside, tossing a pair of boxers over his shoulder as he did so.
"Close the door, now," He obeyed his own command and turned his attention back to the
water falling over him.
"Hot. Feels good. Nice," He muttered to himself, closing his eyes and relaxing in the peace
found in a locked bathroom.
"But now," Duo opened his eyes, casting a critical glance over the inside of the shower,
taking in the steam, water and fogged up glass.
"How hot to make it," He ran a hand through his hair, "It feels real good now, but," He
glanced down, "There's the S factor."
"Right," Duo shook his head, sending droplets of water flying, "Not like it's gonna happen,
but I don't want to find out, after the war's over, that I am..." He struggled with the word,
"Handicaped, so to speak."
There was a pause, "Not that I even want kids, but it's the thought that counts. I mean, what
if Fei-baby or someone is off multiplying like a rabbit, and I'm stuck, all because I'm here,"
He gestured around him, "killing my men off?"
He sighed.
"But then, the water feels real good like this. And if I'm gonna die any day in this war, then
why not?"
He struggled briefly with himself, before reaching out and turning the cold water on.
"There," Duo muttered, shivering slightly as the water cooled off, "I had so better live
through this damn war."
After adjusting to this new temperature, he groped around the high stone shelf installed in
the shower.
"Damnit," He muttered, shaking off a cobweb, "No shampoo."
Duo let out an exasperated sigh, then turned the water off, opened the stall door and
stepped out onto the cold tiled floor.
"Ah, fucking cold," He rang out his hair, letting the water collect on the ground in a puddle, as
he knelt down and began digging through a beat up black bag.
"Pants...jacket...sunglasses...Hey! My hat!" He grinned and pulled it out, plopping it on top
of his still wet hair.
"I was looking for this!" He began searching in his bag again, and after several more
attempts, he came up with a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap.
"Here we go," He stood up, wipeing dust off his knees and walked back into the shower,
throwing his hat on the floor before closing the door again.
Duo turned the water on for a second time, carfully placing his items in a clean corner of the
stall.
"Now, where was I?" He asked himself, letting the water wash over his body.
"Right. Sperm," He grabbed the shampoo and emptied a considerable amount into his
palm, before continuing his train of thought.
"Wu-man and kids. That's a weird thought," He paused, thinking the idea over.
"Actually, if he didn't kill them off, I suppose he'd be a good father...kinda."
His face lit up as this topic led into another, more interesting one.
"Who'd Wuffles marry? A woman, that man's as straight as the joy stick of Heero's gundam.
She'd be probably at least partially Chinese."
Duo paused in working the foamy bubbles through his hair, while picturing exactly what she
would look like.
"Tall, probably. Light skin, strong enough to snap him out of his sexist phase. Hmm, I
dunno why, but I'm getting blonde, busty, and blueish eyes."
He shook his head, suds soaring through the air, "Then she can't be pure Chinese. Oh well.
Doesn't matter, I suppose. I'm just guessing about these things."
Grabbing more shampoo, he moved on to the next pilot.
"Well, since I assume that Ro's gonna marry that Relena chick, let's do Kitty-Kat. What
would his wife look like?"
There was a long silence, filled only by the running of water.
"Kitty-Kat...Kit-kat...Q-man...Quat...Tra...Quatre..." Duo sighed, his head hanging.
"Damn, this is hard. What would she look like?"
He crossed his arms, foot tapping on the stall's floor.
"Got it!" He snapped his fingers, "Tall, Barbie blonde, gray eyes, cat like, forked eyebrows,
and evil."
Duo laughed, picturing the two of them together. "Yeah, right. Like that'll ever work."
He reached for the bar of soap, "Tro's the only one left. Him next! Damnit all," He bent
down, grabbing the bar of soap that had slipped out of his hands when he had cackled
evily at the thought of Trowa as a married man.
Glaring at the innocent looking white rectangle, he continued.
"Trowa. His wife..." He looked around the stall, then cursed and
opened the door again. He walked over to the bag and dug around inside it, bar of soap
still in one hand.
"Let's keep talking. Tro-babe's wife..." He went still, the soap falling from his hand, his eyes
staring straight ahead, not seeing.
//A blonde girl, screaming, crying.
The boy walks away, unfazed, looking to the sky.
A flash of light, a figure sits up in bed, no longer a girl, but a woman.
She leans over, next to her lies another, no longer a boy, but a man...//
A knock echos through the bathroom, sending Duo's head snapping up.
"Maxwell!" A muffled yell is heard, "Hurry it up!"
Duo grinned, picking up the bar of soap and standing up.
"If you think I'm taking too long, Wufei, why don't you come in here with me? It'll save time!"
He yelled through the closed door, smirking when the pounding on the door stops and
footsteps quickly retreat.
"Wu-man is crazy sometimes," He said, stepping back into the shower.
"But then," He admitted, replaying the slowly fading scene in his head, "Maybe so am I."