Okie…. I will try to connect this one more to the others…sorry if the last one was a little vague.. And Yes, Trowa reads a lot!!! And Heero talks a lot more…
Disclaimer: dun own them.
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"You guys, we should do something for Duo's birthday." Quatre said, walking into the living room where the others sat, relaxing. Duo was out on a solo mission and wouldn't be back until the next morning.
Trowa looked up from reading his book (yes another one!) and Wufei turned to face him, taking a break from his usual exercises. Heero simply glanced his way, his fingers never ceasing their typing.
"He does so much for us and I feel like I'm neglecting him." Quatre said, looking around the room. "Don't you?"
Wufei sighed softly. "Duo understands that we need our privacy. It doesn't mean that we're neglecting him if we don't spend all the time with him."
"Not all the time. But we haven't been spending any time with him." Quatre argued. "And I feel a little guilty. And I think Duo's feeling a little left out as well."
Trowa turned back to his book. "So what do you suggest we do?"
Quatre's eyes lit up. "Well, there is a concert in two weeks and Duo's favorite band is performing. So I thought maybe we could get the tickets and surprise him."
"Sure, whatever." Wufei replied absently, turning back to his exercises.
Quatre beamed happily and went to make plans.
***
Duo returned the next morning, tired and filthy from his mission. It was the usual sneak in, get info, blow up the base, and get back out if possible. Though the mission had been easy, all Duo wanted to do was to take a shower and collapse on his bed. He trudged up the stairs, opening his door quietly and slipping in. He glanced around. Everything looked pretty much the same. His eyes wandered and he caught sight of his box. Suddenly he had the urge to play some music. He took a quick shower, grabbed the music sheets and left for the music room.
***
There it was. The second time in three days. Trowa listened intently as he shut the book he was reading and walked up the stairs to the music room. The melody was once again sad and slow. He stood outside the double doors, unsure whether to go in or not. He then opened the door quietly, slipping in unnoticed. He eyes widened in surprise as he saw the American pilot playing them music, eyes closed. Duo must have really been into the music because if not he would have been aware of someone else in the room. Recovering from his shock, Trowa moved across the room, making no noise, as he picked up his flute ad followed the lead of the piano.
Duo was lost in his own blissful world of dreams. He was faintly aware of another following his melody, but he paid it no heed. He continued to play, fingers moving gracefully, rising and then a decrescendo followed until the last note rang out loud, fading away. He opened his eyes, his face wet with tears. He sat there for a moment and realized that there was someone else in the room with him. He turned around, twisting on the bench as he sought out the intruder.
"Trowa!" Duo turned back scrubbing his face of the salty trails. He got up, and busied himself as he collected the sheets. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard some music." Trowa replied, putting away his flute and leaning back on one of the tables, arms crossed. "I knew that Quatre was not here so I came up to investigate. I was kind of surprised to see you playing such a beautiful melody."
"Well, what do you know? The worthless Duo Maxwell is actually good at something besides talking." He said bitterly, clutching the papers in his hand as he turned to go.
"Duo, I didn't-" Trowa started towards him.
"Forget it, Trowa. It doesn't matter." Duo stopped him from moving any further. "I'm sorry, okay? Why don't you go back downstairs? Heero will be looking for you." With that he exited the room, leaving a very baffled Trowa.
***
Heero was looking for him. He was going to go upstairs when he saw Trowa coming down. He didn't need Trowa to tell him that something was wrong. It showed on the green-eyed pilot's face.
"Something the matter?" He asked.
Trowa turned to look at him. "It's just-" He started again. "Duo was behaving rather strange."
"Hn."
"I mean, he was playing the piano and he was… in tears"
"I didn't know he played the piano."
"Me neither."
"Trowa, don't worry about it. Duo was probably remembering something from his past. He'll be fine. We have to leave immediately. We have a mission."
"Alright. Lets go."
***
He sighed. What had made him lose control like that? Duo no baka. Now Trowa was going to think something was wrong. He smiled a little. Well, that wouldn't exactly be bad.
He shook his head, walking down the hallway. Everything was such a mess. Hopefully Trowa wouldn't do anything about it and it would just pass as one of his moods. He stopped and looked around. He hadn't seen this room before. He must have walked in absently. He looked at the walls where he saw some scrolls in Chinese. He looked to one of the sides and saw a small shrine. He walked up to it and looked at the items on a small table. Incensed sticks, a few pictures, some more scrolls and a sword. This must be Wufei's Shrine room, he thought to himself. He slowly picked up the blade and pulled it out if its sheath. The magnificent blade caught the sunlight coming from the window and shimmered. He tossed it back and forth in his hands. The weight was perfect too. Light and easy to wield. He ran his thumb lightly over the edge, pulling back as the blade cut through his skin. Sharp. It was a splendid sword. Just as he was going to try a few slashes, a sharp voice cut through the silence.
"What Do You Think You're Doing In HERE?"
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I love cliffhangers, don't you? .O…give me a few good reviews and I'll think about posting the next chapter. ^_^
Disclaimer: dun own them.
***
"You guys, we should do something for Duo's birthday." Quatre said, walking into the living room where the others sat, relaxing. Duo was out on a solo mission and wouldn't be back until the next morning.
Trowa looked up from reading his book (yes another one!) and Wufei turned to face him, taking a break from his usual exercises. Heero simply glanced his way, his fingers never ceasing their typing.
"He does so much for us and I feel like I'm neglecting him." Quatre said, looking around the room. "Don't you?"
Wufei sighed softly. "Duo understands that we need our privacy. It doesn't mean that we're neglecting him if we don't spend all the time with him."
"Not all the time. But we haven't been spending any time with him." Quatre argued. "And I feel a little guilty. And I think Duo's feeling a little left out as well."
Trowa turned back to his book. "So what do you suggest we do?"
Quatre's eyes lit up. "Well, there is a concert in two weeks and Duo's favorite band is performing. So I thought maybe we could get the tickets and surprise him."
"Sure, whatever." Wufei replied absently, turning back to his exercises.
Quatre beamed happily and went to make plans.
***
Duo returned the next morning, tired and filthy from his mission. It was the usual sneak in, get info, blow up the base, and get back out if possible. Though the mission had been easy, all Duo wanted to do was to take a shower and collapse on his bed. He trudged up the stairs, opening his door quietly and slipping in. He glanced around. Everything looked pretty much the same. His eyes wandered and he caught sight of his box. Suddenly he had the urge to play some music. He took a quick shower, grabbed the music sheets and left for the music room.
***
There it was. The second time in three days. Trowa listened intently as he shut the book he was reading and walked up the stairs to the music room. The melody was once again sad and slow. He stood outside the double doors, unsure whether to go in or not. He then opened the door quietly, slipping in unnoticed. He eyes widened in surprise as he saw the American pilot playing them music, eyes closed. Duo must have really been into the music because if not he would have been aware of someone else in the room. Recovering from his shock, Trowa moved across the room, making no noise, as he picked up his flute ad followed the lead of the piano.
Duo was lost in his own blissful world of dreams. He was faintly aware of another following his melody, but he paid it no heed. He continued to play, fingers moving gracefully, rising and then a decrescendo followed until the last note rang out loud, fading away. He opened his eyes, his face wet with tears. He sat there for a moment and realized that there was someone else in the room with him. He turned around, twisting on the bench as he sought out the intruder.
"Trowa!" Duo turned back scrubbing his face of the salty trails. He got up, and busied himself as he collected the sheets. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard some music." Trowa replied, putting away his flute and leaning back on one of the tables, arms crossed. "I knew that Quatre was not here so I came up to investigate. I was kind of surprised to see you playing such a beautiful melody."
"Well, what do you know? The worthless Duo Maxwell is actually good at something besides talking." He said bitterly, clutching the papers in his hand as he turned to go.
"Duo, I didn't-" Trowa started towards him.
"Forget it, Trowa. It doesn't matter." Duo stopped him from moving any further. "I'm sorry, okay? Why don't you go back downstairs? Heero will be looking for you." With that he exited the room, leaving a very baffled Trowa.
***
Heero was looking for him. He was going to go upstairs when he saw Trowa coming down. He didn't need Trowa to tell him that something was wrong. It showed on the green-eyed pilot's face.
"Something the matter?" He asked.
Trowa turned to look at him. "It's just-" He started again. "Duo was behaving rather strange."
"Hn."
"I mean, he was playing the piano and he was… in tears"
"I didn't know he played the piano."
"Me neither."
"Trowa, don't worry about it. Duo was probably remembering something from his past. He'll be fine. We have to leave immediately. We have a mission."
"Alright. Lets go."
***
He sighed. What had made him lose control like that? Duo no baka. Now Trowa was going to think something was wrong. He smiled a little. Well, that wouldn't exactly be bad.
He shook his head, walking down the hallway. Everything was such a mess. Hopefully Trowa wouldn't do anything about it and it would just pass as one of his moods. He stopped and looked around. He hadn't seen this room before. He must have walked in absently. He looked at the walls where he saw some scrolls in Chinese. He looked to one of the sides and saw a small shrine. He walked up to it and looked at the items on a small table. Incensed sticks, a few pictures, some more scrolls and a sword. This must be Wufei's Shrine room, he thought to himself. He slowly picked up the blade and pulled it out if its sheath. The magnificent blade caught the sunlight coming from the window and shimmered. He tossed it back and forth in his hands. The weight was perfect too. Light and easy to wield. He ran his thumb lightly over the edge, pulling back as the blade cut through his skin. Sharp. It was a splendid sword. Just as he was going to try a few slashes, a sharp voice cut through the silence.
"What Do You Think You're Doing In HERE?"
***
I love cliffhangers, don't you? .O…give me a few good reviews and I'll think about posting the next chapter. ^_^