Teach Me How To Be Cool:
Lesson#7: The Ex Girlfriend Strikes With Tact
There was a tense silence enveloping them all, so thick that one little mouse squeaking could shatter the barriers of melancholic solitude.
They were seated on respective chairs around the circular furnished oak table, all wearing masks of guilt and regret. Well save for one who was yawning idly and bouncing off his seat, winking at Heero.
Relena Peacecraft walked into them, a small confident air of pleasance wrapped around her debonair.
Her eyes rested on Heero's lean form next to the chestnut-haired boy named Duo Maxwell who kept his bubbly expression, and her blue eyes softened.
Duo's brow rose as he noticed Relena gazing longingly at Heero.
Just as Relena was about to walk over to Heero, The Reverend's wife Helen appeared into the scene, carrying a tray of lemonade and cookies that she balanced perfectly with her left hip.
She set the tray down and served each boy his glass and sighed sadly, crossing her arms on her chest.
"Well, whose story is it next?" She asked softly. The blonde boy looked up, inscrutable blue eyes shimmering dully.
"It was all my fault, Mrs. Maxwell." When Quatre spoke, his voice quivered a bit while Duo downed a glass of lemonade.
Everyone turned to him, as if telling him it wasn't the perfect time to drink lemonade.
"What?" Duo asked, unabashed.
The one next to Quatre named Trowa Barton's head snapped up in surprise, trying vehemently to ignore Duo's loud burp.
He grimaced and pulled on a serious face.
"Mrs. Maxwell, I planned it all and none of this has got to do with Quatre, Heero or your son. The blame should be placed upon me and not anyone else."
Relena rolled her eyes and shook her head in mock disbelief.
The Reverend appeared behind her and Relena moved away to allow him to enter the room.
His hair was visibly thinning and years of his old age traced stark wrinkles on his face. He moved towards the table, next to his wife, carefully studying each seated boy's face.
"Have you all been aware that kids your age should not have been out at that time of night?"
His voice was gentle but spoke with stern reprimand.
"Alcohol consumption?! Your parents might have been worried sick of you. Were you aware that the you could've been in jail if you were caught drinking at your age?! If you decide-ever again-to engage in such activities, I advice that you a safe distance and leave my son out of it."
His words weighed them all down.
Duo stood up, almost shakily and the slight nausea building up in his stomach caused him to blink through the forming tears of laughter.
Strangely, he felt light as a feather and he was in such a blissful height he cared not what the world thought of him. He giggled girlishly, holding himself up on his knees by placing a hand on the table. Ahh, alcohol and inebriation.
"It's not their fault, Pa." He said, startling everyone out of their guilt induced stupor, wiping lemonade off his lips by the back of his hand. "I wanted to come. You know, you should lighten up a bit. We had lots of fun in the bar, you know!! I sang Avril Lavigne songs, danced around a bit.. Had a few drinks..." He smiled innocently, eyes misting over as he grabbed a cookie from the platter.
"Ooh, does this have real chocolate in it?" He nibbled on it while Trowa, Quatre and Heero rushed to his side to shut him up, however the dour look the reverend shot them was enough to make them return to their seats.
"You brainwashed my son." The reverend muttered darkly, eyes taking an almost uncharacteristic dark glint. "You stained him with your... your sinful vulgarity. Did you know that to lie with another man as you would a woman is against the bible? And you forced my son to... to break the holy rules?!?!" Rage and contempt burned beneath his cool demeanor.
Quatre felt as if his world was shattered to bits as he heard those and he almost cried if he had not bitten on his lower lip to halt the welling emotions that threatened to overflow.
Trowa felt like hacking Relena into a million pieces.
Heero sighed. "You're right, sir." He stood up with stoical grace and looked the Reverend in the eye. "It was all my idea. I forced myself on your son. I threatened to kill him if he did not comply with my wishes. And I should be punished, not anyone else."
Duo stared at Heero in bewilderment, mirroring Quatre and Trowa's expressions, except that Quatre's eyes were liquid and brimming with unshed tears.
Relena's brow shot up and she was on the verge of saying something when she thought better of it and shut her mouth.
"Well obviously Heero's lying to you gullible lot." Duo said, nodding his head and giggling once more.
Quatre gaped at him, still trying not to cry. "Oh and Pa, the blonde bimbo over there's a goddamn liar as well." Duo pointed over to Relena who looked as if she were slapped in the face with a trout or she was jus as mortified, either would just have described her expression properly.
Quatre slapped his forehead mentally, still on the verge of tears though.
"Ooh, did I tell that you that Heero and I were engaged?" Duo flashed his ring at the reverend and Relena. "Yeah and we're gonna drop out of high school next year, have a cozy little house down by the road with a swing on the porch, bear cute little Heero jr. and buy more hamsters...and a new dog because honestly, St. Peter's horny. "
His voice dropped to a whisper. "And if it is a sin, then it means Quatre and Trowa are damned as well... so then at least I'd have friends in hell... Oh god, I just made a rhyme! I'm a poet now!"
Quatre burst into tears and Trowa hugged him as his shoulder shook uncontrollably. Helen Maxwell looked confused and Relena rolled her eyes while the Reverend blinked.
Meanwhile Duo hiccupped mid-way but never faltered. "Hang on, have I introduced Hee-chan to you guys yet? Hee-chan's what Heero has given me... ohh... A hamster!! Where is that little fur ball anyway?"
He slipped his hand into his jumper pocket, took it out and held nothing but air, lip pouting and quivering.
"Have you seen Hee-chan?" Duo asked Heero who stared at him blankly, unblinking.
"Guess not, have you?" He asked sadly at the cookie in his hand before munching hungrily on it. "Oh.. My god.. What did I just do?! I killed the cookie!!!! I murdered it! I'm a sinner!!!! Now I'm never gonna find where Hee-chan is!!!! Is he in hamster heaven?!? Noooo!!!"
The reverend cast him aside, out of Trowa, Quatre and Heero's circle. "Gags? Ropes?" He pointed towards Relena who tried so hard not to strangle the noisy boy.
"If Miss Peacecraft had not informed me of your misdeeds Mr. Yuy, then you would have gotten away with it."
Helen sighed at her son as the latter tried to grieve over the 'death' of the cookie while Relena rolled her eyes once more. Heero's Prussian blue eyes glared into the blonde girl's, so much seething anger it was almost nauseating.
"Gags, sir?" The reverend sort of projected that 'sir' image.
Relena smirked innocently.
"Yes, Miss Peacecraft told me the whole story. Of how you tied Duo up, intoxicated him and forced him to come with you tonight."
Anger seeped from the Reverend, his face was ruddy with such hate it was almost painful but his face instead showed clear disbelief, dismay in his expression.
"Mr. Yuy," He said, a low rumble in his throat. "If you lay another finger on my son, I will feel obliged to call on the authorities. What you did could have been said as kidnap and I don't intend to make it a hobby to let it go nonchalantly like I will be doing right now. Cases like these are implausible."
Heero nodded, staring at his shoes. Fury, betrayal and such resentment burned like wild fire beneath the cool cloak of indifference he wore. But why such anger? Why such betrayal?
The questions lingered at the back of his mind and he chose to ignore them, refused to dwell in the surfacing influx of emotion. Why should he care so much for the baka's welfare?
"If Miss Peacecraft hadn't been there to inform me of your little fiasco, you would've gotten away with it and not be reprimanded. But God sees everything and in turn has sent a messenger to me to tell of your misdeeds."
Heero looked up once more. Shock was vivid in his expression. Those were all lies.. Lies..
Relena wanted him back, surely.
Duo bit on his lower lip to stop himself from vomiting, screaming and ripping Relena's hair off from her scalp.
At the pinnacle of holding the nausea in his stomach, he planned to rush into the bathroom at some point later on.
"Now I suggest you take your leave and never show your face to my son again."
Trowa pressed Quatre's hand tightly.
Duo's head shot up and he glared at Relena-before he completely went into retching-who remained composed.
It was all her fault. All her damn fault he couldn't even spend one puny moment with Heero without his parents finding out. Who in their right mind would believe Heero forced Duo to come with him?
Duo's mother's voice shot him out from his thoughts.
"I don't think you should be so hard on them, Hun. They're just kids after all." Her smile was small, invisible and she winked at Heero who looked away.
"It's better best that you leave, all of you." The Reverend said gently. "Think of what you've done tonight. Think of the time you've wasted that you could've used in school. Think of the crime you had committed and I only pray that God forgive your souls. Good night boys. And good night Miss Peacecraft, the world can do with more of your ilk nowadays."
Heero nodded obediently, an imperceptible flicker of emotion lingering in his eyes that passed all too quickly. They all left with Relena following after them and Duo could no longer repress the frustration that built up inside of him. More often known as disgust.
Why did Relena have to meddle so much?! He heard voices growing distant, as he slammed open the door to the bathroom, throwing up by the toilet.
After a few good minutes of puking, he walked back to the living room, only to find that Heero and the others were gone. He felt dehydrated of emotion and liquid.
"Where they go? Is the party over?"
The reverend's brow shot up immediately. "Party?"
Helen Maxwell frowned at her husband and stared at the not so much untouched platter of cookies.
"Too bad you didn't make them stay for some food." She mumbled, trying to alter the subject. "They may have been hungry."
"Helen." The reverend spoke softly. "I don't think it would've made it feel any better talking things over lemonade and cookies. Although I know for a fact that your lemonade and cookies are the best in town."
He smiled thinly and pulled her close.
Duo could only stare at his shoes. "I'm going to bed." With that, he rushed to his bedroom, hair flapping behind him as the tears welled up. Helen looked at her husband in concern.
"Duo! Wait we need to talk!" The reverend said out loud. "Duo!"
"I'll go talk to him." Helen said softly, heading towards the living room where the staircase was located. "Go put these in the fridge." She pointed at the table where the crystalline glass twinkled in the light.
"It's such a shame your cookies aren't really chocolate." The reverend spoke below a whisper.
"What was that?" Helen asked.
"Nothing." The reverend crossed his fingers, muttering a silent prayer to forgive his sins.
Helen headed upstairs.
***
Duo slammed the door behind him and wiped furiously at his face. He didn't know why he was crying, why he suddenly felt the urge to mash Relena in to pulp even if she were a girl.
He hated how the spoiled rich bitch (hey that rhymed) seemed to screw things up-if only she hadn't told his father about their trip to the bar then Duo's parents wouldn't have found out.
He threw himself on his bed and pulled the covers to his head the better to hide his face from the world.
A soft knock ensued after moments of unbreakable silence and Duo sniffled a bit before muttering a gentle, "I'm asleep."
Yet stubbornly, the door opened nonetheless, much to the braided boy's chagrin, to reveal the silhouetted form of Helen Maxwell.
It was his mother-great!
Now they'd be discussing about their plans to leave Darlington for Duo to pursue the pastoral training.
Duo thought it couldn't have gotten worse when his mother sat next to him and pushed the blankets down to his chest. Suddenly he hated himself for blabbing out like that but it felt strange to lie and the alcohol had had an odd effect towards him that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
It was dark in his room and the window had been left open.
Duo shivered as his mother smiled down at him. She eyed the shimmering ring that encircled his one finger and her eyes glimmered knowingly. Her son was growing up now.
"You love him, don't you?"
Duo feigned innocence. "What do you mean, Ma?" He hugged a pillow to his side and averted her gaze, focusing on the shadows dancing across the wall where moonlight splayed. "Heero literally forced himself on me." It hurt to lie.
"Can I see your hand?" Helen's voice was soft and Duo hesitated before turning to her. Helen took his hand and fingered the amethyst jewels encrusted on the silver band. "He gave this to you, didn't he?"
Duo's lower lip quivered and he nodded shamefully. He was caught ought so soon already. "Please Ma, don't tell-"
"I won't." Helen whispered, placing a thin finger on her son's lips. "Your secret's safe with me. It's quite nice to see that my son's falling in love. It just proves that no matter how hard your father and I try to protect you from the world, the world seemed to have find you nonetheless."
"I don't ever want to leave Darlington, Ma." Duo whispered as he placed his head on his mother's lap. "I don't think I can ever leave Heero. Do you think Pa will reconsider the pastoral training? Do you think he'll approve of Heero and me together? Like he said, it is a sin."
Helen sighed wearily, stroking her son's hair with her slim fingers. There was a brief silence broken only by the sound of Duo's low breathing.
"Ma?"
"I don't know, dear. But I will try to speak to your father about it."
"Heero?"
Helen shook her head. "Don't be foolish." She murmured. "I meant the training."
Duo smiled softly and felt lulled to sleep by his mother's gentle embrace. "Do you think the ring's real though?"
He held up his hand so that the moon's silver rays glinted in time with it. Helen squinted in the half darkness thoughtfully, scrutinizing the ring once more. She shrugged and smiled fondly.
"Looks real enough to me." She said. She stood up after kissing Duo on the forehead.
"Do you think I could sell it on eBay though?" Duo grinned.
Helen laughed softly, a sound almost resonating from an ethereal being.
"I don't think Heero would like that." Her footsteps echoed in the four corners of the room as she padded towards the door, slender fingers resting on the doorknob.
"Heero invited me for a dance, Ma."
Helen's lips curved skywards. "That's wonderful dear."
"And I think I love him. And I would die if Pa finds out."
Helen's face bore a sad smile.
"Love knows no gender, Duo. Good night."
Duo sighed wistfully. "Night, Ma."
The thing that Duo loved about his mother was the fact that she respected his privacy, never intruded and didn't was far too much questions. There was of course the fact that she'd purposefully didn't lock the door.
***
"Well?" The reverend's face looked tired and he held down the bible on his lap, sitting up on the bed.
It had endured a good few minutes when Helen had confronted her son. The woman with the chestnut hair shut the door behind her softly, the small ethereal smile resonating from her persona.
"What did he say?"
"He's growing up, Hun." Helen sat next to her husband, murmuring vaguely. "He's an adolescent now."
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"You'll know when the time is right."
The reverend sighed. "Well, I'm leaving in a few days for the training seminar so we could leave Darlington soon."
He placed the bible on the bedside table and looked into her eyes sincerely.
He was having a difficult time just trying to speak about leaving his son and wife in a very distraught state.
Duo had just been 'molested' by a fellow student and he could not bear the thought of leaving him so vulnerable like that with his darling wife, most specially when they could barely take care of themselves.
There had to be a man of the house when he was away but his effeminate son didn't seem too fit for the position.
And so he resolved upon leaving Darlington for the pastoral training, even if he had to be away for a short while, for Duo's own good so that he may be isolated from the sinful town of Darlington.
"We'll miss you." Helen told her husband as she slid into the covers next to him. "Do you think it's a good idea to be leaving this place? It's been a home to us for some time, do you think it wise to just pack our bags and move into another town?"
"If the Lord calls for it Helen, we should."
"That's what I was afraid of."
***
"How could you stoop so low as to-to be with him?" Relena's cheeks stained with tears the moment they'd stepped out of the door. "I thought you loved me, Heero. I thought you said we were meant to be and now... now you're leaving me for him? Why Heero? Why are you doing this?"
"I didn't leave you." Heero walked in brisk strides towards his car. "You left me for him. You lied to The Reverend."
Relena stopped in her tracks, sobbing. Her slender shoulders shook uncontrollably and she reached out to touch Heero who shrugged her hand off of his arm.
"I regretted that, I'm sorry." Her voice was below a whisper. "Now I want you back here with me. Please?"
Heero's gaze softened. The moonlight revealed Relena's anguished expression and the midnight breeze caressed wisps of sandy blonde hair away from her wet eyes.
Heero reached out to push her hair out of her eyes. Relena looked up at him, lower lip quivering silently and she looked away as Heero began caressing her cheek, trailing one thumb along the faint patch of tears.
"Do you love me?"
Heero turned to look at the house behind Relena, the Maxwells' home where Duo must've been sleeping already.
Duo was fun while he lasted, he didn't have to pretend when he was with him-the braided American made him want to laugh effortlessly, almost because he never did.
Heero almost thought he loved him-almost because he knew that love was another illusion he didn't want to be beguiled with. It was out of proportion and logic to want another male.
Heero stared at Relena's pale complexion, dispersing all other thought from his mind but the girl in front of him who seemed so beautiful.
Heero stepped forward, closing the small space in between them and cupped Relena's cheek in his hand before moving closer, his lips hovering above hers for a millisecond.
***
"The Reverend doesn't like Heero very much, does he?" Trowa asked Quatre as they made their way to Heero's car. "His dislike towards Heero is so palpable."
Quatre shrugged nonchalantly, shoulders shaking as he tried to stop his sobs. "The Reverend's a nice man." He said simply, sniffling. "It's just that he cares for Duo so much, he's almost overprotective—too overprotective in my opinion."
Trowa nodded. "You'll never get the old folks." He sighed. "They're a mystery to everyone."
"I find Relena annoying."
Trowa opened the car door and helped Quatre slide easily into the backseat.
"Do you?" Quatre asked wiping softly at his tears while Trowa kissed his forehead to console him.
Trowa shrugged. "She is kind of stuck up." He admitted.
"Do you think Heero's better left with her though?" Quatre asked softly. T
rowa turned to him, confusion striking his features.
"What do you mean?"
Quatre pointed towards the other end of the road in front of the Maxwells' house where Heero bent down over Relena. "Are they kissing?" Quatre asked, squinting in the dark.
"It looks like it." Trowa said gravely.
***
Heero leaned forward, arms sliding up Relena's shoulders, pulling her closer towards her. Relena's cheeks flustered a pretty shade of red as Heero moved into her face, shutting his eyes.
Relena waited for the kiss.
And waited...
Heero's eyes snapped open in sudden realization and a small hitch of breath caught in his throat. That was what he wanted, wasn't it? To hold Relena once more and kiss her and tell her that she was the most important part of his life?
Was it?! His mind screamed in silent agony as he stared down at the girl in his arms.
He wanted her... Or did he?!
Did he?!
Then how could it all seem so wrong to kiss Relena?
All Heero wanted was to show Relena that he had the strength to move on from their break-up and during that process, he knew he still missed her company so bad. He still knew he wanted her.
But... did he really? Heero pulled away, stepping back and when Relena opened her eyes to reveal the tears behind her eyelids, Heero felt nothing but sympathy-pity.
"I can't." His voice was smooth and serious. "You lied to them to keep me away."
A small tear trickled down Relena's cheeks and she wiped it away with a finger. "So, now you're replacing me for that... that braided idiot?!" Her voice cracked and she placed a shaky hand on her forehead. "I thought you loved me, Heero. I thought you said that we were meant to be together forever back at The Talon?"
The tears fell hotly, crystalline pearls that failed to be caught, trickling down her chin, anguished, real. "Heero... please. I did it for us. I need you..."
"I thought so too." Heero's tone was monotonous and Relena sniffed, flipping her hair to her shoulder before reaching out to grab Heero's arm again, begging him to stay. Heero glared at her, yanking his arm away from her grasp roughly. "I was wrong."
He left her there, a sad heap on the ground, sobbing. "You'll pay for stealing Heero from me, Duo Maxwell." She vowed silently. "Oh, how painful you shall pay."
***
"They didn't kiss." Trowa deducted, watching as Heero headed towards them, a stoic mask of cold hiding his emotions as always. "Heero left her."
Quatre grinned. "You think he likes Duo now?"
Trowa sighed, turning emerald eyes towards Quatre. "Maybe."
"Compared to us, they have far too much drama going on." Trowa listened to the soft humming sound of the car as Heero started the engine of his care.
"And ours is just another perfect fairytale?" Quatre asked, giggling and blushing.
Trowa pulled him close. "Yes."
***
"HEE-CHAN!!!!!!!!!!!"
Duo pulled out jumper after jumper from his closet, frantically slamming open random drawers in his room and peering in under his bed.
"Hee-chan, where the heck are you?!"
He searched for his hamster in his ransacked room, tossing about books, bits of rolled up tissues and Barbie dolls in the process.
"Ma!!!!" Duo yelled after he grabbed his bag and dashed downstairs all in one slick movement. "Ma!!"
Helen Maxwell emerged from the kitchen, a smile on her face as she carried a bowl of cereals towards Duo who pushed it away gently.
"Ma, since when do you allow me to eat cereals?"
"It's a special vegetable cereal." Helen corrected him, pinching at his nose. "Now go wake your father and tell him to eat some food. He'll be driving you to school today."
Duo frowned, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "I can't get any ride from Heero?"
Helen shook her had sadly. "Of course you can but not this morning. Your father's just taking extra precautions so that your Heero won't come near you today." She set the bowl of green cereals to the kitchen counter. "Your father's an overprotective man."
Duo's frown deepened and Helen upon seeing this placed a comforting hand on his cheek. "It'll be all right honey." She assured him. "I'll be 'driving' you next time."
Duo grinned at this, knowingly.
His brows furrowed thoughtfully as he remembered what he was supposed to ask his mother.
"Ma, have you seen Hee-chan?"
"Hee-chan?" Helen poured milk into the bowl of cereals and dipped a spoon into it. "Who's Hee-chan?"
Duo turned red and shrugged sheepishly. "He's my hamster, the one Heero gave me last time-it came with the ring. I brought him with us last night, but I can't remember where I put him."
Helen took off her apron and hung it on the wall. "I don't remember any hamster last night. Have you checked your jumper pocket?"
Duo nodded, pouting. "I can't believe I lost Heero's present." He sulked.
"Aw, Hun." Helen walked over to her son and sighed. "It will let out, show up somewhere. I'll be home a little bit early today and I promise to look around for your hamster."
"Thanks, Ma." Duo smiled.
"Are those carrot pancakes I smell?" The Reverend kissed his wife and patted his son on the head.
Duo frowned. He wasn't getting any rides from Heero today...
***
"Well?" Quatre asked. "What?!"
Trowa shook his head. "No answer." He put down the payphone and stared blankly at Quatre, reaching out to caress his love's pale cheek.
"Do you think he'll come to school today?" Quatre touched Trowa's hand on his cheek before they headed into the school's double doors, Trowa walking with him.
"Knowing Heero, I doubt it."
"Relena's here." Quatre said, looking out into the parking lot where Relena's limo stopped abruptly. There were a few body guards stationed around her as she stepped down from the limo, her eyes perceptibly bloodshot. "She seemed to have been crying all night last night."
"From what I gather, Relena won't let Heero of the hook that easily."
"What happened to the other guy she was with previously, anyway? I don't see him around."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
***
"Pray for world peace." The reverend told Duo as the latter got off the car. "And don't forget your tofu." He handed him a brown paper bag.
"Bye, Pa." Duo waved after him as he drove off, grimacing at the awful smell of the tofu. "I hope you go somewhere really far like the North Pole." He added under his breath.
From a distance he could see that a few freshmen lingered about the vicinity and Quatre and Trowa were absorbed in conversation in the school's double doors.
Heero was nowhere to be found, though. Just as he was about to trot towards them to ask about Heero's whereabouts, Relena appeared behind him, pulling on his braid.
Instinctively, Duo whipped around and clutched at her arm, slightly twisting it.
"What do you want Relena?" He spat.
Relena's face was devoid of any other emotion but rage and she flipped her arm from Duo's grasp, glaring at the boy.
"What did you do to him?"
"Huh?"
"Suddenly he's different as if he doesn't love me anymore. I barely know him now and it's all because of you! You did something to him-you seduced him-you tricked him! Didn't you?"
"What are you talking about?" Duo has half flirting with hysteria and confusion, a small urge to laugh seeming appropriate for the situation.
Relena was practically angry because he'd bagged Heero now. How ironic.
"Your relationship won't bring you anywhere, trust me." Relena's voice was dripping with jealousy. "You're both men, do you understand that? And it's wrong! So wrong that no matter what you do society would not accept that! And you-you'll never be able to make him happy!"
She pushed at him roughly with her shoulder as she passed him by, leaving him to ponder for a second.
Duo stared at the gravel beneath his sneakers, unable to look up at the world.
She had a point. Maybe they weren't meant to be after all. They were both young boys, maybe it was just a brief adolescent thing-infatuation-and not strong enough to last.
Duo wasn't even sure if he made Heero happy-maybe it had been a one sided feeling. Maybe Heero didn't appreciate his company as much as Duo appreciated his...
With these thoughts in mind, Duo walked towards the school and his locker door. Opening the metal coffin that was his locker, a small frown on his face he looked up into the confines of said locker and his eyes lit up.
Belatedly as well as comically, a bunch of daisy flowers tumbled down from the locker and onto him in a small heap on the floor. He picked them up one by one, blushing as he eyed them in awe.
They were probably from Heero.
He looked up and a small post it caught his attention. He plucked it off the locker door and read the purple script that resembled Heero's.
"Princess Bride."
Duo's brow rose. "I'm not a girl." He whined to himself. "Grr... Damn Heero. Hmph!"
He stuffed the rest of the daisies into the locker when he eyed something else: it was a Polaroid that showed a chestnut haired 5 year old with long hair and dainty braids around her head, daisy chains around her wrists and a furious blush on her soft cheeks.
A boy with chocolate brown hair accompanied the one with the daisy chain, a small smile on his lips as he knelt next to her rather shyly, lips pressed forwards on her cheek.
"Oh... My God.." The five year old hadn't been a girl after all!!
Duo was at a loss for words and he felt like hugging Heero then if only he could find him.
There were memories buried deep into the ground, some only retrieved as of the current moment.
"He was that damned boy who used to call me a princess!!" A small smile played against Duo's lips as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
"Get these daisies out of my way, Maxwell." Wufei's voice was hard and threatened to crack any moment.
Duo was still lost in thought with the sudden influx of childhood memories to consider him in his reality.
"Maxwell!"
Duo jumped up slightly and frowned, sighing and scratching his head.
He rolled his eyes as he saw Wufei kicking at the few daisies on the floor. "If you're just going to complain about how the world is unfair and suffering, I suggest it that you join the justice league." Duo slammed shut his locker and crossed his arms, a small smug look about his face, the Polaroid still in his fingers.
"I heard they've got open slots."
With that said, Duo headed off to his next class in an unarguably happy mood.
***
Heero lay in bed all day, thinking.
He missed school that day and at his parents' absence, it seemed all the more easier to do what he pleased.
He had gone to school earlier when the building was closed and no student was yet prowling the corridors, clambered onto the bars and stuffed flowers into Duo's locker.
It was strange, Heero blaming everything upon being under the influence of alcohol, although he had imbibed beer a good 5 hours before.
He didn't feel like attending class, unable to just remain in the same vicinity as Relena or Duo to avoid any emotional battles with the both of them.
He felt caught out after leaving Relena to cry like that last night. But nonetheless it had heaved relief into him, brushed away any weight of worry off of his back that he was hurting her by being with Duo or the other way around.
It just confirmed Trowa's theory even more and Heero didn't know whether to be pissed off at him or thank him, for clearing things up and making him realize that indeed he was smitten with Duo.
He didn't know why he suddenly felt so... out of center, so out of his mind... but it felt so good anyway.
It felt wonderfully different to be with Duo. He made him laugh, and wasn't his false self when he was around Heero. If anything, he didn't make him nostalgic for Relena. It was all right to be himself.
Heero groaned, pressing a finger to his temple. He felt slightly dizzy and due to his lack of sleep, the effects of his enduring hangover were more arduously felt. Burying his face into a pillow and fighting the urge not to retch then and there, he riveted his thoughts back to Duo.
Duo had a nice personality, was quite odd, loud, annoying, and to top that, he was a boy.
Heero knew that Duo was quite one of the most unlikely people he considered to have a relationship with but the Maxwell boy felt different.
Heero cursed Trowa artistically for filling his brain with love-smitten thoughts.
It was one of those rare moments he felt inspired to write poetry, though how corny it may seem. Heero grabbed at his hair, frustration clear in his face as he tried to fight off any more thoughts of Duo.
After the build up of nausea in his stomach and vomiting for a good few minutes, cursing his luck for drinking far too much the previous night, he took a long, cold shower.
After drying himself up and setting a pitcher of water by his desk, he began to write random poetry however, that proved to be a wrong option with phrases like 'amethyst eyes' and 'chestnut hair'.
Heero sighed and just gave up; glad no one was present to witness the great, perfect Heero Yuy drawing out hints of emotion.
He licked his lower lip to moisten it, staring into the words that tended to blur and spiral before him in fine script handwriting.
It was the poem he'd written.
Hid my emotions in a mask of cold,
Afraid to leave the barrenness of my lair
Cloaked beneath indifference,
Are memories of old,
Tarnished and rusted because
I had lost my youth.
Still you stand there
in such hopeful glamour,
--so tender, so raw-,
despite the world's scrutiny,
Out of bravery, sleek in your want to belong,
Hair like silk woven in the wind,
While I inched further into darkness
Out of anxiety and fear.
I trust that emotions
Are naught but illusions,
Beguiling and hurting,
Never ceasing to shatter one's sanity.
You needn't the redundant affection
Of lovers past our prime,
Because you have your own beauty.
The color of your eyes drowns me in
Their endless depths,
I wish to swim forever,
in the grace that is you.
But I have secrets that could hurt you,
Have tainted memories you cannot see,
I had profaned heaven's name,
When I learned how to want you,
-The fallen angel of my dreams-.
I'd be a fool of a pilgrim not to realize
That I love you.
Now I ask you to reach out for me,
Save me from the sin and hold my hand.
For I need your touch.
Else I burn in the chasms of hell.
He felt a small furry critter crawl up to his arm and he looked at the hamster that Duo had left in the car that *morning*.
A small smile crept its way to his lips as he picked up the hamster and examined it as it tried to break free from his grasp.
He chuckled to himself.
Trowa was right.
He fell for the braided baka.
He intended to shoot Trowa first thing when he came home this afternoon, that is, if only he had a real gun.
***
It was as if they were running backwards, going back into the past and seeking answers-answers that needed questions because the truth seemed vague and the memories whitewashed and forgotten. The sky was dull and the years flowed by counterclockwise, time lying strewn everywhere, gravity manacled into a twisted shard of dream because the domain that they were able to breach into their grasps was long forgotten and almost never existed. But it had come to that, had come to the point that a portion of the past still remained in the confines of their mind, pulled beneath the darkness of their existence for the past had been unchartered for some time. It was lost in a flurry of consecutive events, lapping up and burying the memories deep into the sands of time. They lost each other. But yet, even in the grave darkness, Duo could see clearly. He felt trapped in another dimension where feeling was unreal and the numbness around his body was palpable. He couldn't move, rigid and surreal, not wanting to leave the place where his feet met the hard earth beneath it-or was it earth? But he could see nonetheless, could breathe and the air that rushed into his lungs swept relief like a flood into him. He watched with grim distance as a form moved towards him. He didn't feel like he was himself there, just a hollow being that seemed capable of existence. He could see the shadows closing him on him and could do nothing but wait in fascination as darkness loomed over. There were fingers sliding against his skin after a brief pause, warm against cold, contrasting greatly. And he felt his tentative body shudder. There has a firm hotness that covered his lips and he gasped softly but didn't hear anything. The darkness subsided and then light filtered into invisible patches in which he stood. He felt the earth shattering beneath him but the form held him close in its arms. He moved forward to get a good view of the form and his eyes widened with startle as Heero's face appeared into range of his vision-and the funny thing was that he finally smiled.[1]
There was a soft tapping on his window and just as his dream was about to get to its perky parts, the tap resumed again, louder this time.
Duo groaned and rolled over, convincing himself that he was in another dream and buried his head beneath the pillows, however the taps did not cease.
Frustrated and determined to beat the crap out of anyone who disturbed his sleep, he staggered blindly in the half darkness, rolling out of bed and checking on the window where the sounds seemed to have been coming from.
The moment Duo lifted the window up, a small pebble hit him in the left eye. "Oww!" He lurched forward, hands flying to the left side of his face. "I'm going blind!!! Oww!!! Nooooo!!!! Grr... Who threw the damned pebble at me?!"
Heero slapped his own forehead at that. "Psst! Baka, down here!"
Duo blinked rapidly to disperse the pain from his eyes and leaned forward to see Heero's features silhouetted against the moonlight.
Even if it was 10 at night, the moon shone brightly enough to illuminate the front lawn.
He smiled, a small blush creeping into his face and at the exact moment when Heero's utterance of 'Baka' struck into his mind like a sudden spurt of water to one's countenance, he glared down at the other boy.
"Hey did you just call me a lap dancer again?"
Heero's brow rose and he laughed uncharacteristically. Duo's cheeks reddened both in anger and embarrassment. "What's so funny Heero Yuy? Just tell me what you think is so hilarious?!"
"You look beautiful when you're confused." Heero said, loud enough for only Duo to hear.
"Yeah, yeah." Duo waved his arm around. "Flatter me won't you, so I'd forget that you referred to me as-"
"An idiot."
"Hey, that's not nice!"
"Baka means 'idiot' in Japanese. Now let me in."
Duo stuck his tongue out. "I think not. Lap dancer has more dignity than idiot."
"All right then." Heero shrugged. "I'm leaving."
Duo rolled his eyes and mimicked Heero. " 'All right then, I'm leaving.' " He continued to make faces before he realized something. Maybe Heero knew where Hee-chan was.
"Hey, Heero! Wait! Come back."
Heero grinned at him and as moonlight played against his usually stoic features the nocturnal effect seemed to have made him look almost ethereal.
"You're letting me in?"
"Only if you stop calling me a lap-idiot. All right? Promise me first."
"I, Heero Yuy solemnly swear not to call Duo Maxwell an idiot ever again." Heero raised his arm up in mock vow. Duo smiled, "Impressive, Mr. Yuy. That was very well said in compared to your one word monotonous sentences."
Heero smiled again and Duo felt a tug at his heartstrings. He finally smiled. "There's a ladder back at the garden."
Heero nodded and disappeared briefly before reappearing once more with it. He set it precisely on Duo's windowsill and clambered up to Duo's bedroom window silently.
Heero slid into the window and walked into the dark recesses of Duo's room. Duo walked over to his bedside and flicked open the night-light.
The orange light flooded into the room, revealing a few untidy heaps of materials on Duo's bedroom floor.
Heero took off his shoes instinctively and walked over to Duo, examining the baby blue wallpaper. He'd been there before but it had been so long ago and yet, it seemed like centuries past.
"Just so you know, I hate the wall paper." Duo informed him.
Heero said nothing but continued to let his eyes wander about the four corners of Duo's sleeping place.
"You know Heero, I was expecting something more like 'but soft what light through yonder window breaks!' than a pebble in the eye." Duo began once more after an uneasy silence.
He looked up at the other boy, wondering how on earth they'd ended up together.
Heero said nothing again and pulled out a small lump from the pocket of his pants (no not that lump you perverts!!!) that had been shivering.
It was the Hamster.
"Hee-chan!" Duo's face lit up instantly and a bright smile plastered against his face as he took the little hamster into his hands, stroking its back with a finger.
"Oh, Hee-chan, are you all right?"
"Hee-chan?" Heero's face showed utter confusion. "You named the hamster Hee-chan?"
"No, I named it Heero Jr." Duo said sardonically. "Well, duh! You heard what I called it! I called it Hee-chan, not to be mistaken for you of course."
"Of course."
"Simply because Hee-chan's far more understanding, listens to everything that I say, my problems, my frustrations-I even sleep with him and bathe with him and I do our hair together and we both eat breakfast together, I bring him everywhere-"
"You owned him for a day."
Duo looked sheepish. "But I did those things with him!" He protested vehemently. "Hee-chan sits in the corner when I dress up and I brush my teeth, we do everything together!! Hee-chan is very understanding, as I'd said. He's very kind and sensitive towards me. Unlike some people here."
He snorted and shook his head, setting the hamster upon his bedside table where Hee-chan curled up into a cute little ball.
Heero sighed and sat down next to Duo on the bed.
"Why didn't you come to school today?" Duo asked softly. "You didn't even call me."
"I don't have your number."
"Oh, right. I forgot." Duo looked down at his feet shame-faced, making a mental note to himself to give his number later on.
Heero reached out to tilt his chin up and look up at him so that their gazes leveled. "You came here at this time of night to give me Hee-chan, is that it?"
Heero shook his head. "I want to sleep here with you."
"WHAT?!!?!?!" Duo screeched in shock, his tone enough to wake up the whole neighborhood. Unfortunately, his neighbors were heavy sleepers and the only people who had heard Duo's cry were his parents. "You want to do it with me now?! Isn't it too soon, Heero!!!???!!!!! We've known each other for less than a week now you want to sleep with me?"
Heero's cheeks stained crimson. "No, you ba-lap dancer. I wanted to spend the night here, with you!"
"Oh, so now it's Lap dancer?"
"You said it had more dignity than 'baka'."
Sounds of movement from the other room followed suit, audible because of the annoyingly thin walls.
Duo's eyes widened. "My folks!" He gasped. "Hide Heero!! Don't let them see you or we'll be dead meat-uhm, I mean dead vegetables!"
Heero nodded and Duo helped shove him under the bed. Too bad the American's bed was low and Heero did not fit.
Duo grew even more panicked when footsteps ensued at the other end of the door, the knob twisting open.
"Under the covers!" Duo hissed in a whisper. "Curl into a ball or something! Just conceal yourself!!"
Duo hopped onto his bed, shut off the light and slid under the covers where Heero did what he had been told.
From a certain angle, Heero looked enough like a rather large pillow under the blankets somewhere between Duo's outstretched legs. Duo gulped as the door opened.
"Duo?" It was his father in his sleeping attire. The lights in the hallway were turned on, flooding slightly into the midi-darkness of Duo's bedroom. "Are you all right son?"
Duo nodded and felt his cheeks flush when Heero's hands had gotten into a certain region between his thighs. "Oh God, please..."
Helen's brow rose and the Reverend furrowed his own in confusion. He walked over to check on his son.
"I mean, Oh God! Thank you for uhm... world peace! I uh..." Duo's eyes were half-mast and Heero pinched his side to keep him from blowing his cover. "Ouch! I mean, Oh and I pray that you bless my family tonight and keep us safe from all kinds of... oh my... Uh... danger."
Duo nodded, flushed.
"Son?" His parents asked in sync.
"I was praying because I had a nightmare wherein I'd dreamt I had forgotten to pray and just to make sure, I prayed again. You know, it can never hurt… to pray again!" O.o
"Oh." The reverend smiled gently at his son and patted him on the head. "Be a good boy and sleep."
"Oh God... Heero..."
The reverend's brow shot up and just as he and his darling wife were about to step out of the door they turned around again. "Heero?" His voice was fey and a touch angry.
"I... I..." Duo stuttered. "I meant that I pray for Heero's welfare as well so that he may be forgiven of his sins."
The reverend nodded. "Well, praying for sinners is plausible... Good night son." He ruffled his hair fondly. "Have sweet dreams."
And they left-for Good-closing the door behind them with a soft thud.
Duo lifted the blankets up and glared at Heero. "What the heck was that for? Touching me like that!?"
"Touching you?" Heero was mortified. "I didn't touch you."
"Yes you-ahh..." Duo's lids fluttered as he felt something in his pajama bottoms. "Oh my... GO-"
Heero knew better than to make Duo scream and so he pinned him down to the bed, clasping a hand over the boy's mouth.
"The hamster!" Heero cursed under his breath. Duo nodded, struggling not to squeal as Hee-chan, not to be confused with Heero of course, crawled briskly on his thigh.
Heero reached down to rip Duo's pajama bottoms off as the American squirmed and almost bit on Heero's hand.
"Gmhet it Offmpph!"
Duo clawed his pajama top frantically. Pretty soon a heap of clothing lay discarded on a portion on the floor as Hee-chan slid mercilessly into Duo's Blue's Clues (lol) briefs. Duo leapt out of bed as noiselessly as he could, trying in vain to locate the hamster in his boxers.
He felt funny.
Meanwhile Heero barely found the hamster, as it seemed to have slipped in places Heero had never dared venture nearest. Duo's eyes were half-mast as a small squeamish sensation erupted in the region between his thighs.
//Hee-chan's hornier than my dog..//
"Oh... God.. Hee-chan's in my underwear... Get him out! Get him out!!" By then Heero's hand had left Duo's mouth and a shameful crimson streaked his cheeks as he nodded and pulled.
"Are you crazy?"
Duo pulled on a miserable face. "Oh.. my... Just get Hee-chan out... I don't want...AHH!!!"
Duo let out a terrible scream as he felt a small bite on a certain area on a lower portion of his lower stomach. (not that area, my dear readers-just the one below the belly button).
Immediately, Duo ripped off his underwear and threw it aside, jumping up and down, which might have been an imitation of an ancient African tribal dance... or not.
He caught Hee-chan by the tail and slid him into his drawer before closing it.
Again, as if history is repetitive, and indeed it is, footsteps were heard behind the other end of the doorway before it opened cautiously, light flooding in once again.
Heero cursed, slightly envying Duos protective parents, though it was getting quite overbearing now.
Duo jumped up, frightened and sighed in relief the moment he wheeled and realized Heero had not been visible behind him.
The room's lights switched open and the chestnut haired youth blinked.
"Hello Pa."
"Er-hello son." The reverend stared at him in confusion.
"What brings you here?" Duo tried to smile, tugging at the end of his loose hair.
"I heard you scream." His father walked over to him, eyes traveling down the length of him. "Why are you still awake at this time of night?"
"I... uhm..." Duo gulped.
"And where have your clothes gone?" His father crossed his arms.
"Clothes?" Duo scratched at the back of his head. "I've got a good reason for that...uh.. It was hot. And I... I couldn't sleep."
"You screamed." The Reverend said paternally.
"-Right simply because I had another dream." Duo nodded, convincing nobody. "About..." he looked about the room, searching for a rush of ideas. "Judas Iscariot betraying God the father?"
The Reverend frowned. "Son..."
Duo batted his eyelashes coquettishly. "Yeah?"
"It's freezing outside, son. The temperature's cold." The reverend smiled gently and patted his head anyway though he doubted the truth of his son's words. "Put something decent on before you get to bed."
With that, he turned away and shut the door.
"Phew." Duo sighed in relief as he walked over to Heero who was lying on the floor. "You can come out now Heero."
Heero was staring at him incredulously, his mouth hanging agape. "..."
Duo blushed. "Er... Right.. I'll uh... go put something on.."
***
"Men are dumb." Relena said mournfully, pulling Dorothy closer into a friendly hug.
Dorothy nodded, pleased at their close proximity and cast her arm around Relena's shoulder.
"That's the wisest thing you've ever said tonight, Relena." She tried not to touch too much.
"I'll make Duo Maxwell pay." Relena swore, eyes hard and swimming with contempt. "I'll show him that he shouldn't mess with Relena Peacecraft."
Dorothy shook her head in disbelief and kissed the top of Relena's head, pulling her close. Relena sighed sorrowfully. "Heero used to write me pretty little sunnies-"
"Sonnets," Dorothy corrected, snorting softly. "They were pretty, yes."
Relena seethed silently a being corrected, ignoring Dorothy thoroughly. "Now he seems so have grown an attachment to that Maxwell."
Dorothy groaned. "There's no use mourning over it, Relena."
"I broke up with Sebastian just to get him back." The moonlight played finely, basking her complexion in an ethereal glow. "I did everything for him." There were silent tears clinging to her eyes.
"Maybe you shouldn't have broken up with him in the first place."
Relena frowned.
She was right. But nonetheless, she will make Maxwell pay.
"Hey, Dorothy.."
"Hmm?"
"Do you think it makes me look prettier if I cry?"
Dorothy's brow shot up.
***
"Will you be at Relena's party?" Treize asked as he watched Wufei from the corner of his eye, peeling potatoes for dinner. Treize was sitting by the coffee table, college books propped open in front of him, tapping a pen impatiently on a page.
Wufei was silent before he wiped his hands with a towel. His back faced Treize while he prepared dinner. "If you remember correctly, I don't like social gatherings much." He took a knife and began dicing onions. "And... Neither do I like Relena."
Treize shook his head in disbelief. He wanted Wufei to have fun with others for once and being cooped up in the simpleton town of Darlington was much miserable for his solitary dragon.
"It will be fun." He shut his book and walked over to Wufei, grabbing an apple from a nearby fruit basket. "And I'm not surprised that you dislike Relena. It seems you dislike everyone else."
Wufei shot him a small glare. "With the exception of me of course." Treize grinned with disarming charm.
He sighed and put down the apple on the counter, watching Wufei's movements intently.
"It will be fun." He repeated again after wrapping his arms around Wufei from behind. "Please come? For me?"
"And fun would be watching a bunch of misfit strangers dancing so nauseatingly close to each other while getting dead drunk before and making fools of themselves-?"
Wufei broke free from his lover's embrace and settled over to the coffee table. Treize sighed once more before standing next to Wufei who had moved his chopping board over there, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"You don't like to eat take out food, do you?"
"Unsanitary. Too many germs. " Wufei had been intent on slicing garlic.
"Come on... It's the only time we get to be together..."
Treize pulled out a chair and sat next to Wufei who ignored him profusely. He placed a hand on the younger boy's arm and Wufei jerked at the contact, cutting his finger in the process.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry, dragon."
Wufei hissed in pain and made for the sink to wash away the blood, cursing under his breath.
Treize pulled out Wufei's finger from the stinging rush of water, examining the small wound.
"It's not very deep." He observed. "Here, let me kiss it for you."
Treize brought Wufei's finger to his lips, kissing it softly.
"Treize..." Wufei whined, uncharacteristically. "Don't start."
Treize smiled deviously and wrapped an arm around Wufei's waist, pressing their bodies together before crushing lips.
After a good few minutes of kissing, Treize looked down into Wufei's flushed face, lips swollen.
"So, will you accompany me to the party?"
"No..." Wufei's brow shot up. "That doesn't change anything."
"Really?" Treize's voice was playful and with a grin that gave jolts of electricity running up and down Wufei's spine, he carried the younger boy in his arms and brought him upstairs.
***
His arms were wrapped around Duo securely, body perfectly aligned behind the American's like perfect puzzle pieces joined together. Moonlight was like a fine pale coloring, washing across their entwined bodies, ghosting shadows against their skin. A soft breeze touched the boys huddled comfortably together.
"Heero?"
"Your father told you to sleep." There was no spite in his tone.
"Hmph... Heero?" Heero's nose was buried into his locks, inhaling its lilac scent.
"Hnm."
Duo smiled softly, pulling the other boy's arm around him. He sighed before speaking.
"Why didn't you come to school today?"
"Tired."
"Relena?"
Heero did not respond.
"In school today... She told me we wouldn't last that long.. And... She had a point you know. I mean, what are we anyway? Friends who kiss a lot and hug and give each other things? No matter how hard we try it still won't be normal for us to be doing this.. We're ...both... boys. "
Duo's voice was soft, the last vestige of coherence barely present.
"Shh..." Heero whispered, drawing his hand up to tilt Duo's chin, willing him gently to face the Japanese boy.
Duo's eyes were misted with hurt. "What are we anyway, Heero? Tell me."
"You're my princess bride, remember?" Heero said almost inaudibly. "Relena's just jealous."
Duo managed a small smile. "You're that annoying boy who kept giving me daisies in the porch."
Heero's lips curved into a smile before he broke into a fit of quiet laughter. "Hai."
"I'm not a girl, Heero." Duo murmured, burying his head into Heero's chest, completely missing the smile and the 'Hai'. "I'm not a princess either. I'm a boy. "
Duo's yawn was muffled by Heero's chest. "Anyway...Thanks for the daisies, Heero."
"Hn."
" 'Night."
Duo's eyes fluttered close wearily. "Don't... leave... too soon... no school tomorrow... commemorating... school's.. founder..."
Heero took Duo's limp hand in his, noting that he'd worn the ring he'd given. He stifled a yawn and finally succumbed into the arms of sleep after watching Duo slumbering serenely for a few minutes.
"You're beautiful, Duo."
Heero concluded that he had what he'd always wanted as Duo murmured something under his breath.
Small snores followed suit, lasting till the last rays of moonlight waned.
***
Wrapped in silken sheets that engulfed his delicate frame, Quatre surfaced from the throng of twisted sheets. Blinking blearily around, adjusting his vision to the unfamiliar environment and stifling a small yawn, he rubbed his eyes like a child would do when he was confused.
Quatre sighed and buried his face into the pillows that strangely held the musky scent of Trowa. So he must've been in Trowa's bedroom after all. He concluded, a small smile forming on his lips.
He reached out to the mountain of sheets next to him, petite fingers sliding beneath the constricting blankets.
There was seeping warmth there, indicating the presence of another and a small groan followed after Quatre lifted the sheets up, allowing the influx of sunlight to filter there.
Trowa pulled the covers back down on his head muttering creative curses under his breath, not realizing Quatre was near. Trowa's blond cherub smiled quietly, briefly seeing that Trowa was lying on his stomach, one arm tucked beneath him, hair disheveled and green eyes shut languidly.
He moved closer into Trowa, seeking the refuge from the early morning cold.
Trowa slipped his arms around Quatre's waist beneath the covers upon instinct, drawing him close as if he were a pillow.
There wasn't any school that day. The principal had announced yesterday in an assembly that they were commemorating the date the founder of the school opened the public the establishment in the small town, some few decades past.
Trowa had seized the opportunity to spend more (bed) time with Quatre before they were to attend Relena's party the next day.
Whether they liked it or not, coming to Relena's party was an obligation and in fact, missing it would seem 'dorky', so to speak, in the eyes of the ever stereotyping society. Quatre wished to leave Darlington soon, otherwise he'd crack from peer pressure and the usual social calls.
Life sucked especially when you were stuck at the throes of adolescence. He frowned, lips pouting against the skin of Trowa's chest and he sighed ruefully, thinking about how he wanted to get away from town after class ended.
***
"Wake up, little dragon."
Wufei groaned and pulled the covers around him tighter, not wanting to leave the space between reality and dream. He smiled softly, dreamily, remembering how his lover had been present now to accompany him in his lonely, almost bleak house.
Treize was visiting town and intended to stay long after he'd graduate from law school next month.
As if a remedy to his growing loneliness even if Wufei loathed think of it, Treize was never leaving his side anymore.
He felt the bed dip under someone else's weight and the weight rested there momentarily before heaving up once more.
Wufei was glad that he could resume his slumber without further disruption and was convinced no one would dare disturb him more when he felt an amorous scent-a tickling sensation-filling his nostrils.
He sneezed softly, grimacing as he let his eyelids flutter open.
His rather bleary vision revealed Treize holding up a rose to him, a grin on his face. "I see you've awaken sleeping beauty."
Wufei yawned and stretched his arms over his head, turning around. "Leave me to rest, Treize."
"Well you're chipper this morning."
"Treize it's 7 AM and I have no school today."
"Which is exactly my point." Treize placed the rose upon the bedside table. "You should be up at this hour."
"Doing what?"
"Taking your clothes off."
Tbc...
Thanks to the ff reviewers:
kaori-chan - Yes, Relena's a bitch. I hate her but I kind of wanted to portray here as a real person who's ultimately slutty but has feelings nonetheless. lol.
darkarc- Duo will stand up to his father about Heero... er... some time... he's quite inebriated at the moment.
Spirit- You love the fic? Ha! My friend Debbie resents it! Thanks a load!
Ketsueki Kyoko- *sheepish grin* Er.. sorry... wrong song... you won't get stoned to death for owning an Avril CD, I'll be there behind ya.lol.
secret - I kind of got tired of POV's cause they don't cover too much... but I will write some POV's...
An3maePhreek -I read your fics!! But I'd skipped the lemon part because... my connection timed out.. sowee..
Sobakasu- Aww, thanks!!!
Duo- Er.. Heero's quite... confused, yes.
Labyrinthine Dolt - OMG! That was what I was thinking when I'd ended the previous chapter of the fic!!
Link Worshiper - *cowers and hides behind Voldemort* Erp! Don't kick my ass... Here's the chapter, just don't... kick.. lol.
LB - sorry for getting your name wrong last time.. but thanks so much for reviewing! ^^ you're great!!
devylzangyl - from what I know, homosexuality is a sin so if you're er... quite religiously inclined, more or less you're dead meat if your folks find out you dig the same sex... trust me. But hey, I'm not saying that happened to me... Ergo, Heero manipulating Duo, in a kind of 'molesting' his innocent mind.
Sev-chan - is this humanly possible enough? J *grin*
ChooChooTrain - I enjoy writing Trowa very much and thank you for the compliment! Ooh and I love your name!
Evita- I'll try to write a lemon... TRY... not sure though cause I'm not very humoristic about it... and the story genre's quite... comedic.. wow, I can be so redundant some times.. so yeah, if anyone else wants lemon then why not?
Werekitten- Duo will not die, I've seen the movie but I'd read the book first, and for all I can say, I don't see why I should kill Duo, why not Relena eh? And I hate deathfics... it spoils everything. This is supposed to be funny so I swear I won't kill anybody.
Duos-fangurl-2002- Duo's dad is quite... gullible.. nah too naïve for his own good so, he'll be easy on Duo, promise!!
Leaf Zelindor- my dad was supposed to be a pastor when he was a kid, unfortunately his family didn't push through with it. Thank god, otherwise I wouldn't be so hooked to Yaoi and I'd have to wear jumpers, eat my veggies and listen to Beethoven as well... *shudder* And yes, this fic is not realistic-I'd gotten the idea from a book.. but it's funny so it works for me... ^^
Emily Hato - mature and intelligent? Wow, you're the first person who told me that! And thanks deeply for reviewing each chapter! You're an angel! Or a cherub, whichever one you prefer but it's the same thing really.
White Destiny- Yes, you can never get rid of Relena, can you? Well, she's like a damned parasite.
Duo/FOlken/TK - I'm glad you liked the fic!!
Darla-La Mosca Tete- aww, I feel so special... I'm really glad you read my fic even if you are Spanish after all... well, I did understand your review... and wow, for all I can say, thank you so much! Mucho gracias!
Serafina- wow, you like the prequel?
Demothi- thanks!!! And I seem to like POV's too..
Lin-z - gee, thank you so much for the compliment!!
I copyright the poem, explains the sappiness, doesn't it?
[1] My friend Debbie told me to write a poetic dream. Grr... it sounds weird.. doesn't it?
Please Review! And I'll put Duo in next.. ^^ Did you like it? (I know it sounds lame but bear with me here) Too cheesy? I don't think it's any funny if I write in third person... well, here's another poll for you guys.
To lemon or not to lemon?
Please review and vote!