Okie…. there's the second chapter that I promised after finals….=] Give me a few good reviews for this one and I'll post the next chapter! Ja, minna-san!
*authors notes* might be some OOC
//thoughts//
Disclaimer: dun own them. If I did, I wouldn't share! XP
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Duo awoke in the middle of the night, to realize that he wasn't on his bed. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly to darkness. He blinked a couple of times to adjust to the darkness of the room. He could dimly see the bed, the dresser and the door. He turned and looked out the window, seeing only streetlights and the sky black.
//great… now you're losing sleep over them//
He sighed and took a look at the digital clock, wincing as the back of his neck popped. Massaging it, he read the digital clock. 5:00 am. He smiled slightly. At this time, usually Wufei would be practicing his katas and Heero would probably typing away on his laptop. His smiled slipped a little as he realized that all that was before the rest of the pilots had gotten together.
//I need to do something about this//
He hated being miserable when one of the pilots were away. No surprise, since he loved all of then like crazy. They were his family. Family. He smiled at the thought.
//…Yah. Family//
He got out of the chair and walked into the bathroom, glancing at the mirror. He groaned as he began combing through his massively tangled hair.
//I should really get this thing cut off//
Duo knew that he would never do that no matter how much he said that. The braid was sacred. It reminded him of Solo, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. Thus the three parts to the braid. He spent quite sometime untangling it then weaved it into its customary braid, flipping it over his shoulder with an air of arrogance.
//Yep. Looks good to me//
Smirking, he brushed his teeth and did the all the routinely morning things and then went to get himself some coffee. God knows he needed it. He slipped downstairs soundlessly, not wanting to wake up the resting pilots. He checked the time on the clock in the kitchen and blanched. Did it really take him that long to get downstairs? He peeked outside through the window by the sink, squinting slightly. Yup, the sun was just about ready to come up. Definitely 6:30 in the morning. He made his coffee lazily and sat down at the dining table, as he sipped his coffee slowly, his eyes glazing over as he lost himself in his thoughts.
Lately he had begun to feel neglected. Usually he didn't mind if someone was ignoring him because he would go and barge in on them anyway. But ever since the other pilots have gotten together, he felt that he was being pushed aside. He loved them but sometimes they could be really hurtful without even knowing about it. Heero and Wufei usually ignored him but they would at least tell him to bug off. But not anymore. It was like they were tuning him out. As for Trowa, he didn't change all that much except nowadays he hardly even spoke to him. And Quatre… Sometimes the blond could tell that he was feeling neglected, but he really didn't care if Duo was depressed or not. He would be fine in the end, that's what they all thought.
He sighed, staring into his now empty cup. He got up and rinsed it at the sink, wiping his wet hands on a towel.
//well...ain't nothing I can do but live with it//
He walked into the living room when he heard the front door open. He immediately turned and ran to the hallway, meeting up with Heero and Wufei, who were in the process of stepping in. He rushed to meet both of them, hugging them with one arm around the neck at the same time.
"Heero! Wufei! You guys are back! Are you guys okay? Did the mission go well? Want some breakfast?" Duo finally stopped for breath, his face flushed with happiness.
"I plan to die on the battlefield, Maxwell, not in your arms." Wufei choked out, trying to pry Duo's arm from his neck.
Duo let out a chuckle and loosened his hold on both of them. "Sorry, Wu-man." He said with a smirk.
"Don't. Call. Me. That." He gritted out, eyes glinting dangerously. Suddenly a blond ball of energy in blue pajamas raced down the stairs and threw itself at Wufei, making him stumbled backwards a little, back towards the doorway. Quatre sighed happily, nuzzling his face into Wufei's chest, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms tightly around the Asian's waist.
Duo smothered a laugh, barely. It seemed like Quatre was quite eager to get Wufei all to himself. Even Heero's lips curled into a slight smile.
Wufei looked with surprised eyes are the blond snuggled against him. Then his eyes softened and he too wrapped his arms around the smaller pilot in return, a soft smile gracing his lips. Quatre purred and snuggled closer to the warmth, his eyes opening slowly. He took a look around at his audience and blushed, pulling away slightly. He looked at Heero and smiled.
"Hey. Are you guys okay?" Quatre asked.
"Hn. Mission accomplished. Without injuries." He added, smiling back a little.
Quatre beamed and took Wufei's hand leading him to the kitchen. As soon as they disappeared, Heero turned to greet the Latin pilot who had been standing in the shadows for a while. Trowa walked forward and stopped in front of Heero, taking his hand and lacing his fingers through, squeezing it gently.
"How have you been?" Heero asked softly.
"If you're asking if I missed you or not, then yes, I have missed you a lot." Trowa murmured back, lifting his other hand to brush against Heero's cheek momentarily. He let his hand drop and then led the Japanese boy into the kitchen.
Duo stood watching this entire exchange and as soon as the second couple disappeared from his sight, he let his smile disappear. Yup, that's how it was. Not one 'how are you, Duo?' or even 'Baka'. Duo sighed. Looks like things were back to normal. Or at least as normal as it can get.
"Guys! I'm going to go out for a while." He yelled as he grabbed his jacket from the closet. There was no reply. Not that he expected any. Duo shook his head and stepped out of the house, closing the door softly behind him.
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Well, how was it??? Reviews and small flames are welcomed. ^_^… the next chapter will be up in a couple of days! Please REVIEW!
*authors notes* might be some OOC
//thoughts//
Disclaimer: dun own them. If I did, I wouldn't share! XP
***
Duo awoke in the middle of the night, to realize that he wasn't on his bed. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly to darkness. He blinked a couple of times to adjust to the darkness of the room. He could dimly see the bed, the dresser and the door. He turned and looked out the window, seeing only streetlights and the sky black.
//great… now you're losing sleep over them//
He sighed and took a look at the digital clock, wincing as the back of his neck popped. Massaging it, he read the digital clock. 5:00 am. He smiled slightly. At this time, usually Wufei would be practicing his katas and Heero would probably typing away on his laptop. His smiled slipped a little as he realized that all that was before the rest of the pilots had gotten together.
//I need to do something about this//
He hated being miserable when one of the pilots were away. No surprise, since he loved all of then like crazy. They were his family. Family. He smiled at the thought.
//…Yah. Family//
He got out of the chair and walked into the bathroom, glancing at the mirror. He groaned as he began combing through his massively tangled hair.
//I should really get this thing cut off//
Duo knew that he would never do that no matter how much he said that. The braid was sacred. It reminded him of Solo, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. Thus the three parts to the braid. He spent quite sometime untangling it then weaved it into its customary braid, flipping it over his shoulder with an air of arrogance.
//Yep. Looks good to me//
Smirking, he brushed his teeth and did the all the routinely morning things and then went to get himself some coffee. God knows he needed it. He slipped downstairs soundlessly, not wanting to wake up the resting pilots. He checked the time on the clock in the kitchen and blanched. Did it really take him that long to get downstairs? He peeked outside through the window by the sink, squinting slightly. Yup, the sun was just about ready to come up. Definitely 6:30 in the morning. He made his coffee lazily and sat down at the dining table, as he sipped his coffee slowly, his eyes glazing over as he lost himself in his thoughts.
Lately he had begun to feel neglected. Usually he didn't mind if someone was ignoring him because he would go and barge in on them anyway. But ever since the other pilots have gotten together, he felt that he was being pushed aside. He loved them but sometimes they could be really hurtful without even knowing about it. Heero and Wufei usually ignored him but they would at least tell him to bug off. But not anymore. It was like they were tuning him out. As for Trowa, he didn't change all that much except nowadays he hardly even spoke to him. And Quatre… Sometimes the blond could tell that he was feeling neglected, but he really didn't care if Duo was depressed or not. He would be fine in the end, that's what they all thought.
He sighed, staring into his now empty cup. He got up and rinsed it at the sink, wiping his wet hands on a towel.
//well...ain't nothing I can do but live with it//
He walked into the living room when he heard the front door open. He immediately turned and ran to the hallway, meeting up with Heero and Wufei, who were in the process of stepping in. He rushed to meet both of them, hugging them with one arm around the neck at the same time.
"Heero! Wufei! You guys are back! Are you guys okay? Did the mission go well? Want some breakfast?" Duo finally stopped for breath, his face flushed with happiness.
"I plan to die on the battlefield, Maxwell, not in your arms." Wufei choked out, trying to pry Duo's arm from his neck.
Duo let out a chuckle and loosened his hold on both of them. "Sorry, Wu-man." He said with a smirk.
"Don't. Call. Me. That." He gritted out, eyes glinting dangerously. Suddenly a blond ball of energy in blue pajamas raced down the stairs and threw itself at Wufei, making him stumbled backwards a little, back towards the doorway. Quatre sighed happily, nuzzling his face into Wufei's chest, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms tightly around the Asian's waist.
Duo smothered a laugh, barely. It seemed like Quatre was quite eager to get Wufei all to himself. Even Heero's lips curled into a slight smile.
Wufei looked with surprised eyes are the blond snuggled against him. Then his eyes softened and he too wrapped his arms around the smaller pilot in return, a soft smile gracing his lips. Quatre purred and snuggled closer to the warmth, his eyes opening slowly. He took a look around at his audience and blushed, pulling away slightly. He looked at Heero and smiled.
"Hey. Are you guys okay?" Quatre asked.
"Hn. Mission accomplished. Without injuries." He added, smiling back a little.
Quatre beamed and took Wufei's hand leading him to the kitchen. As soon as they disappeared, Heero turned to greet the Latin pilot who had been standing in the shadows for a while. Trowa walked forward and stopped in front of Heero, taking his hand and lacing his fingers through, squeezing it gently.
"How have you been?" Heero asked softly.
"If you're asking if I missed you or not, then yes, I have missed you a lot." Trowa murmured back, lifting his other hand to brush against Heero's cheek momentarily. He let his hand drop and then led the Japanese boy into the kitchen.
Duo stood watching this entire exchange and as soon as the second couple disappeared from his sight, he let his smile disappear. Yup, that's how it was. Not one 'how are you, Duo?' or even 'Baka'. Duo sighed. Looks like things were back to normal. Or at least as normal as it can get.
"Guys! I'm going to go out for a while." He yelled as he grabbed his jacket from the closet. There was no reply. Not that he expected any. Duo shook his head and stepped out of the house, closing the door softly behind him.
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Well, how was it??? Reviews and small flames are welcomed. ^_^… the next chapter will be up in a couple of days! Please REVIEW!