One Last Chance
Ch. 6
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Warnings: some angst, Shonen ai, R+1, 1+2+1 and I think that's it for now.
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A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers! I'm glad to be here on FFN and I'm going to be working hard to keep all of y'all happy ^.^ If you have any ideas as to were I can go with this fic, let me know, I'm all ears!!
Heero was startled the next morning when he woke up. It sounded like there was someone using his home gym down the hall.
'That's odd,' he thought. None of the servants really came into his wing of the house and Duo was the only other person staying around there. He checked the clock, 5:35AM. 'It's too early for Duo to be up at this hour.'
Grabbing the gun that he kept under his pillow, he crept silently to the mini gym. By the time he reached the room, there were no sounds coming from the inside. Slowly and silently, he opened the door to find a darkened room. He sneaked in on his most silent of modes to examine the room.
The next thing Heero knew, he was lying face down, his gun out of his hand, and something pinning him to the ground, one arm behind his back.
"Who are you and what do you want?" came a familiar voice from behind him.
'That's funny, I was going to ask the same thing," he thought. Then the voice registered in his head, "Duo?!"
"Heero?"
He felt a weight lift off his back and sat up. Duo had actually gotten him off guard? That seemed impossible. Wait a minute... what was Duo doing up at this hour of the morning?
"Are you feeling okay, Duo?"
"Yes, why?" Duo by then had turned on the lights to continue his *new* morning rituals, leaving a very confused Heero sitting in the room.
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The next Duo encounter Heero had was in the kitchen. Duo was wearing a pair of black spandex shorts, a plum colored tank top, and a pair of worn gray tennis shoes. Currently, Duo was washing a bowl he'd presumably used for cereal. By the look of it, he had eaten some of Heero's sensible bran fiber cereal, rather than Relena's Sugar coated breakfast choice.
'Duo never eats anything sensible. The more sugar, caffeine, and assorted toxins, the better. What is with him?'
Heero snapped out of it when he heard the slamming for kitchen drawers.
"What are you doing, Duo?"
"I'm looking for scissors."
"Why?"
"Hn." Duo had found the scissors and began pulling his braid forward.
"Duo what are you doing?!" Heero all but screamed, eyes wide in horror as he saw what Duo was about to do.
"This hair is inefficient. I wasted approximately 30 extra gallons of water this morning washing it. I also used 60% more shampoo and conditioner than necessary to keep good hygiene. It is a waste of resources. A soldier has no need for such frivolities."
Heero was barely able to snap his mouth shut when he heard Duo's tirade. 'Is this the way I sounded?'
Just as Duo put the blades of the scissors to his hair, Heero's arm snapped up, catching Duo's hand in a death grip and gave his Death Glare.
"Drop the scissors. That is a direct order, soldier," came the order in a low monotone.
Duo instantly dropped the scissors and stood at attention.
'This is too weird. This isn't my Duo..... Since when is it *my* Duo??' Saving the questions for later, Heero continued, "You are under no circumstances to cut your hair. Also prohibited is removing the crucifix around your neck and self destructing. That is all."
With that, Duo left the room, giving Heero a terse nod.
"Mission Accepted."
Heero turned pale.
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A/N Yes, I know my chapters are short, but in my defense, I don't keep y'all waiting more than a day to update.
Bet y'all didn't see that one coming, huh?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Warnings: some angst, Shonen ai, R+1, 1+2+1 and I think that's it for now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers! I'm glad to be here on FFN and I'm going to be working hard to keep all of y'all happy ^.^ If you have any ideas as to were I can go with this fic, let me know, I'm all ears!!
Heero was startled the next morning when he woke up. It sounded like there was someone using his home gym down the hall.
'That's odd,' he thought. None of the servants really came into his wing of the house and Duo was the only other person staying around there. He checked the clock, 5:35AM. 'It's too early for Duo to be up at this hour.'
Grabbing the gun that he kept under his pillow, he crept silently to the mini gym. By the time he reached the room, there were no sounds coming from the inside. Slowly and silently, he opened the door to find a darkened room. He sneaked in on his most silent of modes to examine the room.
The next thing Heero knew, he was lying face down, his gun out of his hand, and something pinning him to the ground, one arm behind his back.
"Who are you and what do you want?" came a familiar voice from behind him.
'That's funny, I was going to ask the same thing," he thought. Then the voice registered in his head, "Duo?!"
"Heero?"
He felt a weight lift off his back and sat up. Duo had actually gotten him off guard? That seemed impossible. Wait a minute... what was Duo doing up at this hour of the morning?
"Are you feeling okay, Duo?"
"Yes, why?" Duo by then had turned on the lights to continue his *new* morning rituals, leaving a very confused Heero sitting in the room.
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The next Duo encounter Heero had was in the kitchen. Duo was wearing a pair of black spandex shorts, a plum colored tank top, and a pair of worn gray tennis shoes. Currently, Duo was washing a bowl he'd presumably used for cereal. By the look of it, he had eaten some of Heero's sensible bran fiber cereal, rather than Relena's Sugar coated breakfast choice.
'Duo never eats anything sensible. The more sugar, caffeine, and assorted toxins, the better. What is with him?'
Heero snapped out of it when he heard the slamming for kitchen drawers.
"What are you doing, Duo?"
"I'm looking for scissors."
"Why?"
"Hn." Duo had found the scissors and began pulling his braid forward.
"Duo what are you doing?!" Heero all but screamed, eyes wide in horror as he saw what Duo was about to do.
"This hair is inefficient. I wasted approximately 30 extra gallons of water this morning washing it. I also used 60% more shampoo and conditioner than necessary to keep good hygiene. It is a waste of resources. A soldier has no need for such frivolities."
Heero was barely able to snap his mouth shut when he heard Duo's tirade. 'Is this the way I sounded?'
Just as Duo put the blades of the scissors to his hair, Heero's arm snapped up, catching Duo's hand in a death grip and gave his Death Glare.
"Drop the scissors. That is a direct order, soldier," came the order in a low monotone.
Duo instantly dropped the scissors and stood at attention.
'This is too weird. This isn't my Duo..... Since when is it *my* Duo??' Saving the questions for later, Heero continued, "You are under no circumstances to cut your hair. Also prohibited is removing the crucifix around your neck and self destructing. That is all."
With that, Duo left the room, giving Heero a terse nod.
"Mission Accepted."
Heero turned pale.
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A/N Yes, I know my chapters are short, but in my defense, I don't keep y'all waiting more than a day to update.
Bet y'all didn't see that one coming, huh?