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Okay… I admit it… I'm feeling a little bit lazy tonight, and I don't really want to write anymore this evening. So I'll put the first scene up now, and then add the rest later, okay? Please don't get mad, I'll update soon, I promise!!
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The next few days were much the same. With Duo's injury, Heero took over the brushing of the long hair, and Duo found it was being taken care of better under Heero's supervision than his own. He loved the feeling of someone else brushing his hair, though he had never thought that someone else would be the infamous Heero Yuy.
"Oy, Hee-chan?" Duo asked one day during one of their hair-brushing sessions.
"Hn?"
"Why do you brush my hair?" The brush stopped mid-stroke. "I mean, I don't mind, and my ribs feel a lot better now. So why-" Duo played with the edge of his shirt.
"Baka." Heero tugged on a strand of hair then continued brushing. "Simple stress-relief in times of war."
"Oh." Duo studied his hands.
After a few minutes of silence, "Elastic."
Duo twisted in his chair and came face to face with a surprised Heero who still held the end of the braid. "Is that it?"
Heero raised an eyebrow. "Is what it?"
"Is that the only reason you brush my hair for me?"
"Baka." He extracted the elastic from around Duo's wrist then tied it off before sitting in the desk chair, having long since brought a second chair into their now shared room. He typed randomly on the keyboard for a few moments. "I have a mission."
"What mission?" Duo asked stiffly.
The two boys locked eyes. "Infiltration of the base at the coordinates that we stole. I am to get the plans for a new mobile suit they are creating and destroy the base when the information has been transferred."
"Transferred to where?"
"My Gundam." Heero said quietly.
"No!" Duo shouted. "It's a suicide mission! You need me to help, or you'll die!"
"So be it then. We have already waited too long for you to heal. We have lost the advantage and you are in no condition to be taking this on. My Gundam will not be destroyed, therefore there is only an acceptable loss. Me." Heero's voice was ice cold.
"That's not acceptable!" Duo wouldn't meet his gaze. "How long have you known?"
"A few days now. If you didn't make significant improvement, this would be the only other option." Heero shook his head. "There is no other way."
Duo looked up and violet eyes met prussian blue. "What if there was?"
"There isn't." Heero said flatly.
"If there was," Duo pleaded. "Would you try it?"
Heero snorted. "Of course. I don't particularly relish the idea of dying."
"That's a relief," Duo joked, "I was beginning to think that you had a death wish or something!"
Heero looked away, uneasy. "I used to."
Duo moved to kneel on the floor next to Heero. "What changed?"
Heero only glanced at Duo before quickly glancing away again. "Everything."
"Everything?" Duo prodded. "Like what?"
"I don't know." Heero sighed. "Just, everything." He finished lamely.
"Okay," Duo nodded. "Is it a good or a bad change?"
"Good, I guess."
"Try to name one thing that has gone from bad to good."
"You."
Duo's eyes widened in surprise. "Me?"
Heero opened his mouth to continue, but was interrupted by a knock at their door. Or rather, an angry Wufei pounding at the door. "Maxwell! How dare you replace my shampoo with honey! This is injustice!"
Duo looked around for a place to hide and Heero actually smiled. "Honey?"
Duo grinned in mock abashment. "I thought he'd like it better than pink hair dye."
"I think he would too." Heero stood and commanded Duo, "On your feet."
Duo rose gracefully and Heero pointed to the door. "You're not really gonna send me out there, are you, Hee-chan?"
"Baka," Heero deadpanned. "Just because I admire you for pulling a stunt like that, doesn't mean that I don't want to see what happens when Wufei gets his hands on you!"
Duo's shoulders slumped. "You're cruel."
Heero just chuckled and unlocked the door. He took great pleasure in watching the chase that ensued.
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Next scene coming soon!
Okay… I admit it… I'm feeling a little bit lazy tonight, and I don't really want to write anymore this evening. So I'll put the first scene up now, and then add the rest later, okay? Please don't get mad, I'll update soon, I promise!!
*****
The next few days were much the same. With Duo's injury, Heero took over the brushing of the long hair, and Duo found it was being taken care of better under Heero's supervision than his own. He loved the feeling of someone else brushing his hair, though he had never thought that someone else would be the infamous Heero Yuy.
"Oy, Hee-chan?" Duo asked one day during one of their hair-brushing sessions.
"Hn?"
"Why do you brush my hair?" The brush stopped mid-stroke. "I mean, I don't mind, and my ribs feel a lot better now. So why-" Duo played with the edge of his shirt.
"Baka." Heero tugged on a strand of hair then continued brushing. "Simple stress-relief in times of war."
"Oh." Duo studied his hands.
After a few minutes of silence, "Elastic."
Duo twisted in his chair and came face to face with a surprised Heero who still held the end of the braid. "Is that it?"
Heero raised an eyebrow. "Is what it?"
"Is that the only reason you brush my hair for me?"
"Baka." He extracted the elastic from around Duo's wrist then tied it off before sitting in the desk chair, having long since brought a second chair into their now shared room. He typed randomly on the keyboard for a few moments. "I have a mission."
"What mission?" Duo asked stiffly.
The two boys locked eyes. "Infiltration of the base at the coordinates that we stole. I am to get the plans for a new mobile suit they are creating and destroy the base when the information has been transferred."
"Transferred to where?"
"My Gundam." Heero said quietly.
"No!" Duo shouted. "It's a suicide mission! You need me to help, or you'll die!"
"So be it then. We have already waited too long for you to heal. We have lost the advantage and you are in no condition to be taking this on. My Gundam will not be destroyed, therefore there is only an acceptable loss. Me." Heero's voice was ice cold.
"That's not acceptable!" Duo wouldn't meet his gaze. "How long have you known?"
"A few days now. If you didn't make significant improvement, this would be the only other option." Heero shook his head. "There is no other way."
Duo looked up and violet eyes met prussian blue. "What if there was?"
"There isn't." Heero said flatly.
"If there was," Duo pleaded. "Would you try it?"
Heero snorted. "Of course. I don't particularly relish the idea of dying."
"That's a relief," Duo joked, "I was beginning to think that you had a death wish or something!"
Heero looked away, uneasy. "I used to."
Duo moved to kneel on the floor next to Heero. "What changed?"
Heero only glanced at Duo before quickly glancing away again. "Everything."
"Everything?" Duo prodded. "Like what?"
"I don't know." Heero sighed. "Just, everything." He finished lamely.
"Okay," Duo nodded. "Is it a good or a bad change?"
"Good, I guess."
"Try to name one thing that has gone from bad to good."
"You."
Duo's eyes widened in surprise. "Me?"
Heero opened his mouth to continue, but was interrupted by a knock at their door. Or rather, an angry Wufei pounding at the door. "Maxwell! How dare you replace my shampoo with honey! This is injustice!"
Duo looked around for a place to hide and Heero actually smiled. "Honey?"
Duo grinned in mock abashment. "I thought he'd like it better than pink hair dye."
"I think he would too." Heero stood and commanded Duo, "On your feet."
Duo rose gracefully and Heero pointed to the door. "You're not really gonna send me out there, are you, Hee-chan?"
"Baka," Heero deadpanned. "Just because I admire you for pulling a stunt like that, doesn't mean that I don't want to see what happens when Wufei gets his hands on you!"
Duo's shoulders slumped. "You're cruel."
Heero just chuckled and unlocked the door. He took great pleasure in watching the chase that ensued.
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Next scene coming soon!