{Title} Sweet Enigma
{Author} Sweet Charisma
{Chapter} 6. Suppression
{Summary} Heero has no idea what's up with everybody. And he couldn't care less. Or could he?
{Notes} Time for Heero's take on things. If he seems a tad out of character it's on purpose. It will come together.
Ashen Skies: It was kind of the whole point to have Duo smile at such a time. I know word usage seems out of place (believe me X3 I get into writing so much I might not even notice. That, or I had no other ways to describe how I pictured it.).
Yup, so that whole chapter was the way it was on purpose. Sorry if it seemed a little iffy.
Thanks for the input. =) There will be chapters about Heero and Duo.
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Heero sat in his room, his fingers flying across the laptop as he typed an e-mail to Une. She was basically just asking how everybody was holding out after the war. Heero sighed. He couldn't exactly think of much more to type than "I am good, Quatre is well, Trowa is pretty good, Wufei is best he can be, and Duo is Duo,".
He withdrew his hands from the laptop in thought. He hadn't really spent enough time with the others to actually know what was going on with them. Basically , though, he couldn't care less. Foolish antics like theirs weren't a good thing to get so caught up in at the moment.
The perfect soldier paused. He almost had gotten sucked into their world of laughter. Duo had nearly persuaded him to actually go out and have a good time with these weekly bar outings. He still had a rather respectable time but some things just weren't for him.
Like, Duo for instance. He'd caught himself falling for the considerably beautiful pilot. Catching the emotion, he quickly tried to terminate it from his mind.
And, he couldn't think about this now. There were much more important things than love to worry about. Duo had nearly convinced him different.
He sighed, brushing the thoughts quickly from his head. He rose from his seat, discarding the E-mail to Une for later.
Little went through his mind, as he trained himself to do. His detached face remained as he picked himself up from his desk and wandered to the door. He opened it and started down the hallway. As he came closer to the kitchen, laughter rung through his ears. He quirked his brow, speeding his pace slightly. He finally grew close enough to turn into the kitchen. There he saw Duo, Trowa, and Quatre sitting around the table. Quatre sat on one of Trowa's knees and Duo sat in front of them. They all ate ice cream out of Styrofoam cups apparently from the ice cream place he and Duo always visited. Rarely did Duo ever go without him…but what did that matter? He definitely wasn't into Duo anymore.
Heero kept a keen eye on them and made his way to the refrigerator to pour himself a cup of water. Nobody could really tell he still kept his eye on them.
"So…he really does that?" He heard Quatre ask, a disbelieving smile on his face. He threw a glance to Heero and quickly pursed his lips to silence himself. He heard Duo's laugh
What were they talking about? …no. It didn't matter what or who Duo talked about in his spare time. He might have let it once, but he wouldn't now.
Heero shook his head, never taking his curious eye off of the three. Apparently Quatre and Trowa were still working toward a relationship and using it more openly. That's what it seemed like to him, anyway.
Trowa's head slowly turned toward Heero with a surprised look. As if they didn't even notice him walking in. Usually Quatre had a bright smile to greet him with, at least. Not that it mattered to him.
…The war might be over, but he was still the perfect soldier.
"Oh, hey Heero." Trowa said, lips forming into a smirk.
Duo's head was the next to turn. Heero thought he saw a glint of excitement and welcoming in those...er…decent looking... violet eyes of his. His pride just wouldn't allow him to think more than "Duo looks decent".
"Hm." He semi-grunted out of spite. Out of spite? What the hell was spite anyway and why was he feeling it?
Duo cleared his throat and quickly shot up. He kept his lips pursed and grabbed Quatre's arm. "Come on," He said with a secretive laugh. "Lets go bring Wuffie some ice cream."
Quatre nodded and willingly followed, same conservative smile on his face. As if they were both keeping something. Heero quickly shook it off and Trowa rose, the smirk never wiped off of his face.
"Heero. I wanted to ask you." He began, advancing toward Heero. The cobalt-eyed pilot simply shrugged as if wanting Trowa to continue. "Quatre wanted to have an outing tonight before he went back to work. You game?"
Heero debated inwardly with himself. Did he really want to spend another night at the karaoke bar? He did have fun getting away from the house last night. Eh, if worse came to worse he could just leave. No questions asked.
He simply nodded curtly. "I'm game."
Trowa smiled. "Great. Have to really run, though." He said and ran off.
Heero turned, watching Trowa leave the room. Why was he acting so bizarre?
Shaking it off, once again, Heero walked back into his room.
- - - - -
That evening, Heero dressed in a forest green muscle tank, and a pair of black jeans. He tied on his boots and stood. It was very comfy. He studied himself in the mirror for about two seconds. That was pretty much all he cared to have. Moments later, he walked out of his room, musky scent still flowing from his body.
He halted when he saw a huge pink piece of notebook paper hanging on the wall. Heero curiously grabbed it and started reading;
Heero,
I was kind of hoping you'd see this! Yup, we're gone. Sorry. Meet us at The Night A-sap.
-From your secret admirer, (1)
Duo
P.S, very pretty color, eh? If you'd love an explanation, which admit it, you do, come. Perhaps Quatre can break it down for you in less complicated terms for your stoic ways of operation. See you there!
Hm. Just like Duo to leave such a note. Heero crinkled it up. Some people would just never change. What were they all hiding from him? And would it be effective? If it were another attempt to get Heero to display emotion then good luck to them. It just wouldn't work. Stupid, dainty, dim emotion.
Besides. Duo. Did. Not. Mean. Anything. To. Heero. He would just have to spell that out more clearly tonight. He'd thought surely he'd gotten through to the long-haired pilot the previous night.
His thoughts were interrupted, to his surprise, when he rounded the corned and saw Wufei sitting in the kitchen. The Chinese boy had his legs hoisted up Indian style on the chair. He ate rice out of a bowl with chopsticks. He was not nearly dressed for a night out. A simple t-shirt and white sweatpants.
"Wufei?" He called.
Wufei looked up from his bowl. "Good evening Yuy." He greeted, immediately glancing back to his bowl.
"You're out tonight?" Heero asked skeptically. Wufei always went with them. It was a little out of the ordinary.
Wufei grunted and rose from his seat. "Yup." He turned to Heero with a glance. His face was his usual serious look, yet he seemed as if he were hiding something in that voice of his. "I'm not allowed to interfere." He brushed past Heero with a smug look.
Heero shot him a confused glance, warning very present in his voice. "Wufei…"
But with that, he was gone. Heero clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. This shouldn't bother him. At all.
Eager to find an explanation to all of this, Heero strode out of the kitchen, through the spacious halls, and out the front door.
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(1) Nope. That wasn't a typo. That was on purpose. X3
I have very symbolic plans for the Heero's reply to Une's letter
R & R please?
{Author} Sweet Charisma
{Chapter} 6. Suppression
{Summary} Heero has no idea what's up with everybody. And he couldn't care less. Or could he?
{Notes} Time for Heero's take on things. If he seems a tad out of character it's on purpose. It will come together.
Ashen Skies: It was kind of the whole point to have Duo smile at such a time. I know word usage seems out of place (believe me X3 I get into writing so much I might not even notice. That, or I had no other ways to describe how I pictured it.).
Yup, so that whole chapter was the way it was on purpose. Sorry if it seemed a little iffy.
Thanks for the input. =) There will be chapters about Heero and Duo.
- - -
Heero sat in his room, his fingers flying across the laptop as he typed an e-mail to Une. She was basically just asking how everybody was holding out after the war. Heero sighed. He couldn't exactly think of much more to type than "I am good, Quatre is well, Trowa is pretty good, Wufei is best he can be, and Duo is Duo,".
He withdrew his hands from the laptop in thought. He hadn't really spent enough time with the others to actually know what was going on with them. Basically , though, he couldn't care less. Foolish antics like theirs weren't a good thing to get so caught up in at the moment.
The perfect soldier paused. He almost had gotten sucked into their world of laughter. Duo had nearly persuaded him to actually go out and have a good time with these weekly bar outings. He still had a rather respectable time but some things just weren't for him.
Like, Duo for instance. He'd caught himself falling for the considerably beautiful pilot. Catching the emotion, he quickly tried to terminate it from his mind.
And, he couldn't think about this now. There were much more important things than love to worry about. Duo had nearly convinced him different.
He sighed, brushing the thoughts quickly from his head. He rose from his seat, discarding the E-mail to Une for later.
Little went through his mind, as he trained himself to do. His detached face remained as he picked himself up from his desk and wandered to the door. He opened it and started down the hallway. As he came closer to the kitchen, laughter rung through his ears. He quirked his brow, speeding his pace slightly. He finally grew close enough to turn into the kitchen. There he saw Duo, Trowa, and Quatre sitting around the table. Quatre sat on one of Trowa's knees and Duo sat in front of them. They all ate ice cream out of Styrofoam cups apparently from the ice cream place he and Duo always visited. Rarely did Duo ever go without him…but what did that matter? He definitely wasn't into Duo anymore.
Heero kept a keen eye on them and made his way to the refrigerator to pour himself a cup of water. Nobody could really tell he still kept his eye on them.
"So…he really does that?" He heard Quatre ask, a disbelieving smile on his face. He threw a glance to Heero and quickly pursed his lips to silence himself. He heard Duo's laugh
What were they talking about? …no. It didn't matter what or who Duo talked about in his spare time. He might have let it once, but he wouldn't now.
Heero shook his head, never taking his curious eye off of the three. Apparently Quatre and Trowa were still working toward a relationship and using it more openly. That's what it seemed like to him, anyway.
Trowa's head slowly turned toward Heero with a surprised look. As if they didn't even notice him walking in. Usually Quatre had a bright smile to greet him with, at least. Not that it mattered to him.
…The war might be over, but he was still the perfect soldier.
"Oh, hey Heero." Trowa said, lips forming into a smirk.
Duo's head was the next to turn. Heero thought he saw a glint of excitement and welcoming in those...er…decent looking... violet eyes of his. His pride just wouldn't allow him to think more than "Duo looks decent".
"Hm." He semi-grunted out of spite. Out of spite? What the hell was spite anyway and why was he feeling it?
Duo cleared his throat and quickly shot up. He kept his lips pursed and grabbed Quatre's arm. "Come on," He said with a secretive laugh. "Lets go bring Wuffie some ice cream."
Quatre nodded and willingly followed, same conservative smile on his face. As if they were both keeping something. Heero quickly shook it off and Trowa rose, the smirk never wiped off of his face.
"Heero. I wanted to ask you." He began, advancing toward Heero. The cobalt-eyed pilot simply shrugged as if wanting Trowa to continue. "Quatre wanted to have an outing tonight before he went back to work. You game?"
Heero debated inwardly with himself. Did he really want to spend another night at the karaoke bar? He did have fun getting away from the house last night. Eh, if worse came to worse he could just leave. No questions asked.
He simply nodded curtly. "I'm game."
Trowa smiled. "Great. Have to really run, though." He said and ran off.
Heero turned, watching Trowa leave the room. Why was he acting so bizarre?
Shaking it off, once again, Heero walked back into his room.
- - - - -
That evening, Heero dressed in a forest green muscle tank, and a pair of black jeans. He tied on his boots and stood. It was very comfy. He studied himself in the mirror for about two seconds. That was pretty much all he cared to have. Moments later, he walked out of his room, musky scent still flowing from his body.
He halted when he saw a huge pink piece of notebook paper hanging on the wall. Heero curiously grabbed it and started reading;
Heero,
I was kind of hoping you'd see this! Yup, we're gone. Sorry. Meet us at The Night A-sap.
-From your secret admirer, (1)
Duo
P.S, very pretty color, eh? If you'd love an explanation, which admit it, you do, come. Perhaps Quatre can break it down for you in less complicated terms for your stoic ways of operation. See you there!
Hm. Just like Duo to leave such a note. Heero crinkled it up. Some people would just never change. What were they all hiding from him? And would it be effective? If it were another attempt to get Heero to display emotion then good luck to them. It just wouldn't work. Stupid, dainty, dim emotion.
Besides. Duo. Did. Not. Mean. Anything. To. Heero. He would just have to spell that out more clearly tonight. He'd thought surely he'd gotten through to the long-haired pilot the previous night.
His thoughts were interrupted, to his surprise, when he rounded the corned and saw Wufei sitting in the kitchen. The Chinese boy had his legs hoisted up Indian style on the chair. He ate rice out of a bowl with chopsticks. He was not nearly dressed for a night out. A simple t-shirt and white sweatpants.
"Wufei?" He called.
Wufei looked up from his bowl. "Good evening Yuy." He greeted, immediately glancing back to his bowl.
"You're out tonight?" Heero asked skeptically. Wufei always went with them. It was a little out of the ordinary.
Wufei grunted and rose from his seat. "Yup." He turned to Heero with a glance. His face was his usual serious look, yet he seemed as if he were hiding something in that voice of his. "I'm not allowed to interfere." He brushed past Heero with a smug look.
Heero shot him a confused glance, warning very present in his voice. "Wufei…"
But with that, he was gone. Heero clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. This shouldn't bother him. At all.
Eager to find an explanation to all of this, Heero strode out of the kitchen, through the spacious halls, and out the front door.
- - - - - - -
(1) Nope. That wasn't a typo. That was on purpose. X3
I have very symbolic plans for the Heero's reply to Une's letter
R & R please?