A/N: Chapter 5!!! Wow, I never expected to get to this point... So cool! It's
all thanks to those wonderful, entertaining fairies called reviewers!
Anyway, normal disclaimers (profanity, drunken stupors, gender-switching
goodness, and a bit of yaoi. The usual.). This one gets kinda angsty. I
never meant for that to happen...whoops! So, back to the story... Be proud of
me, I spelled MacGyver right.
(Oh, and by the way, the cliffhangers are an evil trick to (hopefully) get
you to review more. Aren't I bad?)
Disclaimer: We all know by now that I only own my story. Do I even have to DO these on my sixth entry???
Dawn to Dusk
Chapter 5
Killing Shinigami
Heero slammed the door-hard- as Duo started to scream. God, this was awful. What the hell happened last night? Well, he could remember it, but that's not what he meant. It seemed like Duo had been okay with it...
But then he went and did something like this. After a night when Heero had been happy- TRULY happy, mind you, not just 'hooray I got to blow something up' happy, but genuinely, sincerely joyful- Duo wakes up screaming. Right after yelling for him to go away. Heero, although inexperienced when it came to 'mornings after' reactions, was no fool. He knew what that meant.
Duo had rejected him.
Heero leaned against the barren white dorm wall just as Wufei came running out of his room, sword in hand. Duo was still screaming.
"Yuy, what did you do to him," he asked, face betraying his concern. Heero just glared at him, ready to kill whatever came into view next. He was in a BAD mood, not to mention he had a horrible, horrible hangover. Heero wanted to scream "OMAE O KOROSU" at the top of his lungs and blow up the building, killing everything on the damn planet in a thirty- mile radius. But then he'd kill...everyone.
So, Heero glared. He glared with every ounce of effort he could at Wufei, until he was sure his eyes were about to explode, and Wufei backed away.
Wufei had never seen Heero this angry before. Shoot him all you wanted, but he looked even creepier than he regularly did while considering sadistic tendencies towards you. Without another word, he turned around and jogged into Heero and Duo's room.
Trowa and Quatre were already in the room, having run through the joint bathroom the two rooms shared. They held down the screaming Duo as he changed...Wufei froze. Duo was a girl!
'ONNA DUO! ONNA DUO,' Wufei's mind screamed over and over.
"Wufei, snap out of it," Quatre yelled at the boy who stood in the middle of the room, now muttering very naughty things in Chinese.
Like normal, Duo passed out, drenched in sweat, now a girl and an inch shorter. Trowa sat down, exhausted. Quatre joined him, leaning on his shoulder, and Wufei slumped down onto the floor, horribly, horribly confused.
Duo groaned, and Quatre jumped to attention. Trowa ushered Wufei out of the room...and into the hall, where murderous Heero stood, thinking MacGyver-y thoughts such as the contemplation of how to make explosives with white paint, a fire extinguisher, and a whole bunch of anger.
"Are you alright this time," Quatre asked in his eternally concerned nature, and Duo didn't make a noise. "...Duo?" Duo was quiet. Duo was never quiet.
"I feel like shit," he whispered, and grabbed the girl clothes Quatre had set next to the black bed. In a slow, staggering motion, Duo pulled himself out of the sheets and walked into the bathroom, locking any and every door, window, or crevice tightly upon entry.
Duo threw up; this had to be the worst transformation yet. Or maybe it was just the hangover. He had yet to be able to tell.
When he was done retching, Duo stripped and took a shower. A long, cold shower. He tried to think of class, of missions, of anything that wasn't Heero. But it didn't work.
It never did, anyway. He'd been doing this ever since he'd met Heero, which incidentally involved shooting him. Twice. Duo couldn't help but chuckle a little. The humor was short-lived, though. Heero probably hated him right now.
And how could Duo blame him? Hell, he'd hate himself if he'd been in Heero's position. Even without being in that situation, he hated himself. One good night, one SPECTACULAR night, and it was all blown to smithereens. Heero was a one-time opportunity, and he'd destroyed it. There was only one solution, or at least only one he could think of.
Duo's thoughts were turned into little chunks of unhappiness when someone knocked on the door loudly. With a sigh, Duo (or Dea, now...) stepped out of the shower and got dressed in the confusing clothes he was required to wear.
"What," he asked, hoping he sounded more masculine than he thought he did. When nobody responded, he opened the door a teensy bit, to see Quatre's blue eye staring back at him.
"Heero stormed off, but gave me this for you," Quatre said, and handed Duo a small scrap of paper, creased sharply into fourths. "I didn't read it, of course. He was really mad, though..." Duo sat down on the tile floor, almost ready to cry. But, boys don't cry. He settled for some pathetic whimpering and looking ever so sad. Then, after a moment he remembered he was a girl, and started to cry outright. Boys didn't cry, but a boy now turned into a girl could do a damn good job of it. After his sobbing fit was over, Duo managed to clear his eyes up enough to read the note. It was simple, and sharp, the trademark of something obviously Heero's.
Duo-
We were drunk. That's all there was to it.
-Heero
"Oh my god," Duo whispered, and began to bawl. Quatre came running into the bathroom, and Duo showed him the letter with a sob. He made a move to hug Duo, but got shooed away.
An hour later (which now made it about seven in the morning), the girl who walked out of the bathroom only resembled Duo. Her extremely long brown hair hung down in waves (from ten years of braiding), some of it tied back in a black bow. Dea's violet eyes were almost as empty as Trowa's green, save the deep pain that showed through.
"Hey Quat," she said, plastering on a fake smile. It was actually a very good one, too. If he hadn't walked out like a ghost, Quatre might have believed it. "I was thinking maybe we should move up our date. I'm thinking, right after I get Sarah to put makeup on me and we go raid the laundry room again, I could torture Heero." My Heero, Duo growled in his brain. He was determined to make amends, one way or another. Trowa stood up at the mention of a date, and Quatre followed at mention of raiding the laundry room again.
"Oh, not again," Quatre whimpered, but Duo got that devilish grin on his face, and Quatre just prayed they wouldn't be looking for underwear again.
"What about this one," Trowa asked, pulling out one of the many black dresses on the dry cleaning rack. Quatre looked at it, and shook his head. Trowa put it back. A minute later, it was repeated. They'd been at this for almost an hour now. Trowa and Quatre attempted to find a dress for Duo, while Duo himself was struggling to get the hang of putting makeup on in Sarah's bright purple dorm room.
"I still can't believe you've never put on makeup," Sarah said with a giggle. "So, who are you going out with again? Heron, or something?" Duo glared at his female friend, and it was so powerful of a glare even Trowa would have backed off. But not Heero. Never Heero. "So, Quatre said on the phone you might have something to talk about with me..." Damn Quatre, Duo thought half-heartedly.
"If I told you all my problems, you'd call the nice men with white jackets," Duo muttered, and Sarah laughed.
"Just tell me the one that's bugging you the most, then," Sarah said. With a sigh, Duo decided it was time to see if there really was anything special about this 'girl talk' thing.
"Well, I've liked this guy for a long time now, right? (Sarah nodded) Well, last night I got him drunk, and got drunk in the process, and we ended up...well, kissing a lot in a dumpster," Duo said in a rush, and Sarah stopped mid-eye shadowing. "And then, when I woke up in my room...well, let's just say me changing in the morning is something very painful for me, and very painful for others to see. So, I pushed him out of the room, and started screaming because hey, it was really painful, and now Heero's probably out buying explosives or something, actually probably a rocket launcher- he's been wanting one for a while now- thinking I don't really like him." Duo threw up his hands exasperatedly. "And here I am, turning into a complete girl for him, and he gets to go blow stuff up instead of me! I WANT TO BLOW STUFF UP WITH HIM!!!" Sarah looked at him doubtfully.
"Ummm, Dea? Have you ever thought maybe you should just buy bigger pants," she said a little shyly, and Duo gave her a confused look. "I mean, if changing your clothes is all that's wrong, get bigger clothes. Then it won't hurt." Duo slapped himself on the forehead. Bad non-analogy, BAD!
"Just forget it," he sighed, and Sarah continued to put the makeup on him.
"Heero? I just wanted to ask if you were still going on the date," Quatre's voice came over the phone. For a moment, Heero stood still and silent. Finally, he remembered he'd already told Quatre he would.
"I am," he said calmly. Heero refused to think about...someone. It had all been a mistake, anyway, to...someone.
"Well, it's been moved up to three," Quatre said. "I know none of us have class after three, so I said you'd be okay with it."
"Hn," Heero said. It was just like Quatre to already have checked. He had actually been considering lying to get out of it, but then Duo would find out and give him grief...damn it! No more thinking about...some people! "Where?"
"Same restaurant," Quatre's cheery voice said. Without a goodbye, Heero hung up and walked towards his final class of the day, the only one he might have difficulties in, for two reasons. The first reason was the plain and simple fact it was public speaking. The second was that Duo had been assigned to the same class.
That was why 'Dea' stood in a nearby alcove, shaking, a worried Sarah hovering around him. Turned out she had the class too.
Heero sat down quietly in the back of the room, ready to spend the entire hour avoiding conscious thought. He pulled out a sheet of paper to draw guns on, and possibly leos blowing up from him with a rocket launcher yelling out "Omae o korosu" in a little speech bubble. But, at the moment he reached for a pencil, two girls walked in.
The first was a nondescript blonde. After many, many Relena incidents, Heero had begun to avoid blonde girls. She told the teacher her name just like Heero had, and stood to the side to wait politely for her friend to finish doing the same.
And what a friend she was. With wavy brown hair that ended just at her tailbone, some of it tied in a black bow, she looked...sultry was the only word he could come up with. There was a sorrow to her beauty. Heero, intrigued by the girl listened to her give a name.
"It's Dea, actually," the girl- Dea, he assumed- said with an inflection that reminded him of a depressed Duo. "Do we sit anywhere we want?" The teacher, looking a bit ruffled, nodded curtly, and motioned the two to take a seat. The blonde followed Dea all the way around the room to...him. Dea sat down with an easy slide.
"Hiya," Dea said a bit meekly, as if she were about to say something else, but stopped. "I'm Dea, and this is Sarah." The blonde waved, and for the first time Heero noticed the brunette's eyes. They were violet. Violet, and sad.
Violet, and exactly like Duo's.
Heero shivered internally. The girl was obviously a girl- Heero wasn't a pervert, but it was definitely obvious, not to mention the fact that even cross dressing was something Duo would consider a lie, and Duo never lied.
Dea didn't seem too surprised when Heero failed to introduce himself.
"Well, I just wanted to say, I'm glad you didn't cancel the double date," Dea said, and in a synchronized move both girls turned around in their chairs and began to stare at the board.
Duo would do this. Duo could do this. He would kill Duo, for Heero. He would let go of it all, just for him. Shinigami would die, for Heero. The things he did for his Hee-chan.
"So, what should I wear? What's Quatre's favorite color," Sarah asked, but Duo didn't hear her. He could feel Heero's eyes on him. Probably that sexy glare of his, he thought with a bittersweet smile. "...Dea? Hellooooo, earth to Dea!"
"Yeah, alright..." Duo grumbled. "He likes light pink, I guess. Pastel colors and the like." Duo couldn't help it- Duo wasn't dead just yet. "Me, I'm wearing black." Heero tensed, and Duo could just see those gorgeous twitching muscles on the back of Heero's neck.
Heero, on the other hand, was as close to panic as the Perfect Soldier ever got, which involved accidentally dropping his pencil and picking it back up. It was Duo, but a girl Duo. Oh, shit. Heero was going to KILL the stupid Shinigami.
(About an hour and a half later...)
Duo sat in a black dress, his everyday cross now a choker, and knee-high, laced black boots, legs crossed and looking as feminine as possible to Heero, who glared at him across the table while wearing a blue shirt and black pants. Although Duo was seriously considering leaping across the table, pulling Heero onto the floor and ripping all his clothes off, Duo just smiled, violet eyes glittering. Somehow, Heero knew. Heero knew, and he was mad. Damn, that was a sexy glare.
"So, Quatre, what's it like having all those sisters," Sarah asked cautiously at Quatre, who sat glancing uncomfortably at Dea and Heero, wondering if they were going to kill each other or not. He was wearing his normal outfit, since it was nice enough for the restaurant. Allah, why did he let Duo drag him into this? He just wanted to snuggle with his Trowa, not go out on a date with some star-struck blonde dressed in a cream puff.
And indeed, Sarah's dress looked like a lovely pastry, with layers of pastel ruffles completed with white shoes and a light pink headband. You didn't need to be an in-the-closet gay man like Quatre to tell that was a BAD outfit. But, being ever the gentleman, he smiled at the walking cupcake.
"After a while, you get used to it," he said absentmindedly. "I actually have yet to meet about ten of them. I can only identify five of them for sure, anyway. That's one of the worst things for me- I'm the only boy, and I'm the youngest." Sarah nodded emphatically, as if Quatre had just told her the meaning of life. Quatre was sick of this. He would NOT let this girl torture him so Duo could stare at Heero. And, as stated previously, he just wanted to snuggle with his Trowa. Dinner was over, anyway, and he was down seventy dollars to prove it. Stupid Duo's stomach... Quatre stood up.
"But, what with being gay and in love with someone else, I'm afraid I have to cut the date short," Quatre said, irritated tremendously. So much for in the closet, but the girl was visual offensive in that outfit. Sarah dropped her water glass in shock, and Duo chuckled, stretching out in the chair for a moment. Heero wasn't that surprised, honestly. So, he just kept glaring at Duo, arms crossed. "Sorry, Sarah. Can I drive you home?" Sarah looked from Quatre, to Duo, mortified. She'd had a crush on a GAY man!
"WAAAAAAAH," She screamed, and ran out of the restaurant.
"I'd take that as a no, Quat," Duo chuckled, and stood up in that blatantly feminine way he'd developed over the afternoon. If Heero was a normal guy, he'd have blushed from the swish of his hips which that dress did NOT help! Baka...onna? Heero was so confused. "You coming, Heero, or do you really hate the chair that much?" Throwing his napkin onto the table, Heero strode out of the restaurant.
"Heh...I guess I'll go follow him," Duo said, his evil grin back in place. "Good luck with Trowa! Don't wait up- most likely he'll either shoot me, or we'll get drunk again." Quatre nodded, and drove himself back to his dorm room, singing along with the radio.
"He said that he'd love me, he never would go! Ohh, noo! Now I find I'm sitting here on my own! Ohh, noo! Was it something I've said, or done, that made him pack his bags up, and run? Could it be another, he's foooouuund? He's breaking up a happy home," Quatre sang a little too enthusiastically as he pulled into the parking lot and pranced into the room he shared with Trowa, still singing the rest of the song.
Trowa looked up from his homework sleepily. "Hunh," he muttered, and Quatre laughed. His hair was even pokier than normal from his little nap. "How'd your date go?" Groggy to the bitter end.
"Honestly, it wasn't my date to begin with, but overall, horribly," he said very cheerfully. "But at the end, I just walked out after saying I was gay." Trowa snapped to alertness.
"Did I hear that right," he asked, wondering if he was still asleep, and thinking his voice was inner dialogue. He'd had a dream like this repeatedly. "Am I asleep?" Quatre laughed, and (inspired by Duo) tackled Trowa with a kiss. Although it hurt to fall out the side of his chair, Trowa was most certainly sure he was still dreaming. "Quatre! Wait until I'm awake!" For once, Quatre didn't do what he asked, mostly because Trowa WAS awake, and therefore the demand was void to begin with.
(Meanwhile...)
"Don't follow me," Heero snapped. Duo wasn't even trying to be quiet, letting his high-heeled boots talk back to him along the narrow, winding cobblestone streets so common in Europe.
"We need to talk before sundown," Duo's female voice rang out as he played with one of his long strands of brown hair. "Damn it Heero, turn around and talk to me! I didn't turn into a girl just so you could ignore me some more!" He whipped around, and Duo's violet eyes were met with Heero's cold glare. Unaffected (he hadn't been for about a month now), Duo smiled at his prey.
"Talk, then," he stated. That's a good Heero, Duo thought. Trust me.
"For the past day, along with this one, I've been turning into a girl every sunrise, and turning back into a guy at sunset," he said seriously, approaching the other boy...well, the boy. Duo kept forgetting he was female, although this outfit made it VERY obvious. He could tell Heero was figuring the morning out faster than he'd expected, so he skipped over the devil technicalities and jumped to what was most important. "This morning, I didn't want you to see me turn into this. Honestly, it was a stupid idea to begin with. So, I panicked. Not because of last night, but because of THIS." He motioned to his new, one-inch-shorter-and-much-more- curvy-yet-still-sexy-Duo body. Heero absorbed the new information again, analyzed, and then spoke.
"Why the double date," he asked.
"Original plan, before last night and this morning, was to get you to adjust to me being a girl and...like me, and to get Trowa jealous," Duo admitted a little guiltily. "It was a stupid idea to begin with, now that I think about it. We just completely used Sarah's crush on Quatre...Feel kinda bad about it, now..."
Heero's "Hn" this time seemed to mean, "No kidding, idiot." They stood in the late sunlight for a moment, silent. Now it was Heero's choice. Would Duo die, or would it be Dea? The silence stretched on, deafening.
"We should get back before sunset, then," Heero said finally, and started to walk back towards the dorm.
DAMN IT!!! Duo screamed in his mind. Damn Heero and his indecisive responses, and his sexy glares, and all those hours Duo had been kept awake by that damn laptop! Damn the laptop! Damn it to hell! AND DAMN HEERO YUY WITH IT!!!
"HELL NO," Duo screamed at Heero's retreating form. "NO WAY IN HELL ARE YOU GETTING AWAY WITH THAT, DAMN IT!" Heero turned, emotionless. Duo was seething. Without even realizing he was moving, Duo had punched Heero in the face, and hard. His lip split, and began to bleed. But still, he just looked at Duo, not a single reaction save the side-movement of his head.
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A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I have to go in five minutes, and wanted to post it tonight! Millions of sorry! I made it long, though...does that count for something? Thanks for reading, please review! SORRY!!!!
Disclaimer: We all know by now that I only own my story. Do I even have to DO these on my sixth entry???
Dawn to Dusk
Chapter 5
Killing Shinigami
Heero slammed the door-hard- as Duo started to scream. God, this was awful. What the hell happened last night? Well, he could remember it, but that's not what he meant. It seemed like Duo had been okay with it...
But then he went and did something like this. After a night when Heero had been happy- TRULY happy, mind you, not just 'hooray I got to blow something up' happy, but genuinely, sincerely joyful- Duo wakes up screaming. Right after yelling for him to go away. Heero, although inexperienced when it came to 'mornings after' reactions, was no fool. He knew what that meant.
Duo had rejected him.
Heero leaned against the barren white dorm wall just as Wufei came running out of his room, sword in hand. Duo was still screaming.
"Yuy, what did you do to him," he asked, face betraying his concern. Heero just glared at him, ready to kill whatever came into view next. He was in a BAD mood, not to mention he had a horrible, horrible hangover. Heero wanted to scream "OMAE O KOROSU" at the top of his lungs and blow up the building, killing everything on the damn planet in a thirty- mile radius. But then he'd kill...everyone.
So, Heero glared. He glared with every ounce of effort he could at Wufei, until he was sure his eyes were about to explode, and Wufei backed away.
Wufei had never seen Heero this angry before. Shoot him all you wanted, but he looked even creepier than he regularly did while considering sadistic tendencies towards you. Without another word, he turned around and jogged into Heero and Duo's room.
Trowa and Quatre were already in the room, having run through the joint bathroom the two rooms shared. They held down the screaming Duo as he changed...Wufei froze. Duo was a girl!
'ONNA DUO! ONNA DUO,' Wufei's mind screamed over and over.
"Wufei, snap out of it," Quatre yelled at the boy who stood in the middle of the room, now muttering very naughty things in Chinese.
Like normal, Duo passed out, drenched in sweat, now a girl and an inch shorter. Trowa sat down, exhausted. Quatre joined him, leaning on his shoulder, and Wufei slumped down onto the floor, horribly, horribly confused.
Duo groaned, and Quatre jumped to attention. Trowa ushered Wufei out of the room...and into the hall, where murderous Heero stood, thinking MacGyver-y thoughts such as the contemplation of how to make explosives with white paint, a fire extinguisher, and a whole bunch of anger.
"Are you alright this time," Quatre asked in his eternally concerned nature, and Duo didn't make a noise. "...Duo?" Duo was quiet. Duo was never quiet.
"I feel like shit," he whispered, and grabbed the girl clothes Quatre had set next to the black bed. In a slow, staggering motion, Duo pulled himself out of the sheets and walked into the bathroom, locking any and every door, window, or crevice tightly upon entry.
Duo threw up; this had to be the worst transformation yet. Or maybe it was just the hangover. He had yet to be able to tell.
When he was done retching, Duo stripped and took a shower. A long, cold shower. He tried to think of class, of missions, of anything that wasn't Heero. But it didn't work.
It never did, anyway. He'd been doing this ever since he'd met Heero, which incidentally involved shooting him. Twice. Duo couldn't help but chuckle a little. The humor was short-lived, though. Heero probably hated him right now.
And how could Duo blame him? Hell, he'd hate himself if he'd been in Heero's position. Even without being in that situation, he hated himself. One good night, one SPECTACULAR night, and it was all blown to smithereens. Heero was a one-time opportunity, and he'd destroyed it. There was only one solution, or at least only one he could think of.
Duo's thoughts were turned into little chunks of unhappiness when someone knocked on the door loudly. With a sigh, Duo (or Dea, now...) stepped out of the shower and got dressed in the confusing clothes he was required to wear.
"What," he asked, hoping he sounded more masculine than he thought he did. When nobody responded, he opened the door a teensy bit, to see Quatre's blue eye staring back at him.
"Heero stormed off, but gave me this for you," Quatre said, and handed Duo a small scrap of paper, creased sharply into fourths. "I didn't read it, of course. He was really mad, though..." Duo sat down on the tile floor, almost ready to cry. But, boys don't cry. He settled for some pathetic whimpering and looking ever so sad. Then, after a moment he remembered he was a girl, and started to cry outright. Boys didn't cry, but a boy now turned into a girl could do a damn good job of it. After his sobbing fit was over, Duo managed to clear his eyes up enough to read the note. It was simple, and sharp, the trademark of something obviously Heero's.
Duo-
We were drunk. That's all there was to it.
-Heero
"Oh my god," Duo whispered, and began to bawl. Quatre came running into the bathroom, and Duo showed him the letter with a sob. He made a move to hug Duo, but got shooed away.
An hour later (which now made it about seven in the morning), the girl who walked out of the bathroom only resembled Duo. Her extremely long brown hair hung down in waves (from ten years of braiding), some of it tied back in a black bow. Dea's violet eyes were almost as empty as Trowa's green, save the deep pain that showed through.
"Hey Quat," she said, plastering on a fake smile. It was actually a very good one, too. If he hadn't walked out like a ghost, Quatre might have believed it. "I was thinking maybe we should move up our date. I'm thinking, right after I get Sarah to put makeup on me and we go raid the laundry room again, I could torture Heero." My Heero, Duo growled in his brain. He was determined to make amends, one way or another. Trowa stood up at the mention of a date, and Quatre followed at mention of raiding the laundry room again.
"Oh, not again," Quatre whimpered, but Duo got that devilish grin on his face, and Quatre just prayed they wouldn't be looking for underwear again.
"What about this one," Trowa asked, pulling out one of the many black dresses on the dry cleaning rack. Quatre looked at it, and shook his head. Trowa put it back. A minute later, it was repeated. They'd been at this for almost an hour now. Trowa and Quatre attempted to find a dress for Duo, while Duo himself was struggling to get the hang of putting makeup on in Sarah's bright purple dorm room.
"I still can't believe you've never put on makeup," Sarah said with a giggle. "So, who are you going out with again? Heron, or something?" Duo glared at his female friend, and it was so powerful of a glare even Trowa would have backed off. But not Heero. Never Heero. "So, Quatre said on the phone you might have something to talk about with me..." Damn Quatre, Duo thought half-heartedly.
"If I told you all my problems, you'd call the nice men with white jackets," Duo muttered, and Sarah laughed.
"Just tell me the one that's bugging you the most, then," Sarah said. With a sigh, Duo decided it was time to see if there really was anything special about this 'girl talk' thing.
"Well, I've liked this guy for a long time now, right? (Sarah nodded) Well, last night I got him drunk, and got drunk in the process, and we ended up...well, kissing a lot in a dumpster," Duo said in a rush, and Sarah stopped mid-eye shadowing. "And then, when I woke up in my room...well, let's just say me changing in the morning is something very painful for me, and very painful for others to see. So, I pushed him out of the room, and started screaming because hey, it was really painful, and now Heero's probably out buying explosives or something, actually probably a rocket launcher- he's been wanting one for a while now- thinking I don't really like him." Duo threw up his hands exasperatedly. "And here I am, turning into a complete girl for him, and he gets to go blow stuff up instead of me! I WANT TO BLOW STUFF UP WITH HIM!!!" Sarah looked at him doubtfully.
"Ummm, Dea? Have you ever thought maybe you should just buy bigger pants," she said a little shyly, and Duo gave her a confused look. "I mean, if changing your clothes is all that's wrong, get bigger clothes. Then it won't hurt." Duo slapped himself on the forehead. Bad non-analogy, BAD!
"Just forget it," he sighed, and Sarah continued to put the makeup on him.
"Heero? I just wanted to ask if you were still going on the date," Quatre's voice came over the phone. For a moment, Heero stood still and silent. Finally, he remembered he'd already told Quatre he would.
"I am," he said calmly. Heero refused to think about...someone. It had all been a mistake, anyway, to...someone.
"Well, it's been moved up to three," Quatre said. "I know none of us have class after three, so I said you'd be okay with it."
"Hn," Heero said. It was just like Quatre to already have checked. He had actually been considering lying to get out of it, but then Duo would find out and give him grief...damn it! No more thinking about...some people! "Where?"
"Same restaurant," Quatre's cheery voice said. Without a goodbye, Heero hung up and walked towards his final class of the day, the only one he might have difficulties in, for two reasons. The first reason was the plain and simple fact it was public speaking. The second was that Duo had been assigned to the same class.
That was why 'Dea' stood in a nearby alcove, shaking, a worried Sarah hovering around him. Turned out she had the class too.
Heero sat down quietly in the back of the room, ready to spend the entire hour avoiding conscious thought. He pulled out a sheet of paper to draw guns on, and possibly leos blowing up from him with a rocket launcher yelling out "Omae o korosu" in a little speech bubble. But, at the moment he reached for a pencil, two girls walked in.
The first was a nondescript blonde. After many, many Relena incidents, Heero had begun to avoid blonde girls. She told the teacher her name just like Heero had, and stood to the side to wait politely for her friend to finish doing the same.
And what a friend she was. With wavy brown hair that ended just at her tailbone, some of it tied in a black bow, she looked...sultry was the only word he could come up with. There was a sorrow to her beauty. Heero, intrigued by the girl listened to her give a name.
"It's Dea, actually," the girl- Dea, he assumed- said with an inflection that reminded him of a depressed Duo. "Do we sit anywhere we want?" The teacher, looking a bit ruffled, nodded curtly, and motioned the two to take a seat. The blonde followed Dea all the way around the room to...him. Dea sat down with an easy slide.
"Hiya," Dea said a bit meekly, as if she were about to say something else, but stopped. "I'm Dea, and this is Sarah." The blonde waved, and for the first time Heero noticed the brunette's eyes. They were violet. Violet, and sad.
Violet, and exactly like Duo's.
Heero shivered internally. The girl was obviously a girl- Heero wasn't a pervert, but it was definitely obvious, not to mention the fact that even cross dressing was something Duo would consider a lie, and Duo never lied.
Dea didn't seem too surprised when Heero failed to introduce himself.
"Well, I just wanted to say, I'm glad you didn't cancel the double date," Dea said, and in a synchronized move both girls turned around in their chairs and began to stare at the board.
Duo would do this. Duo could do this. He would kill Duo, for Heero. He would let go of it all, just for him. Shinigami would die, for Heero. The things he did for his Hee-chan.
"So, what should I wear? What's Quatre's favorite color," Sarah asked, but Duo didn't hear her. He could feel Heero's eyes on him. Probably that sexy glare of his, he thought with a bittersweet smile. "...Dea? Hellooooo, earth to Dea!"
"Yeah, alright..." Duo grumbled. "He likes light pink, I guess. Pastel colors and the like." Duo couldn't help it- Duo wasn't dead just yet. "Me, I'm wearing black." Heero tensed, and Duo could just see those gorgeous twitching muscles on the back of Heero's neck.
Heero, on the other hand, was as close to panic as the Perfect Soldier ever got, which involved accidentally dropping his pencil and picking it back up. It was Duo, but a girl Duo. Oh, shit. Heero was going to KILL the stupid Shinigami.
(About an hour and a half later...)
Duo sat in a black dress, his everyday cross now a choker, and knee-high, laced black boots, legs crossed and looking as feminine as possible to Heero, who glared at him across the table while wearing a blue shirt and black pants. Although Duo was seriously considering leaping across the table, pulling Heero onto the floor and ripping all his clothes off, Duo just smiled, violet eyes glittering. Somehow, Heero knew. Heero knew, and he was mad. Damn, that was a sexy glare.
"So, Quatre, what's it like having all those sisters," Sarah asked cautiously at Quatre, who sat glancing uncomfortably at Dea and Heero, wondering if they were going to kill each other or not. He was wearing his normal outfit, since it was nice enough for the restaurant. Allah, why did he let Duo drag him into this? He just wanted to snuggle with his Trowa, not go out on a date with some star-struck blonde dressed in a cream puff.
And indeed, Sarah's dress looked like a lovely pastry, with layers of pastel ruffles completed with white shoes and a light pink headband. You didn't need to be an in-the-closet gay man like Quatre to tell that was a BAD outfit. But, being ever the gentleman, he smiled at the walking cupcake.
"After a while, you get used to it," he said absentmindedly. "I actually have yet to meet about ten of them. I can only identify five of them for sure, anyway. That's one of the worst things for me- I'm the only boy, and I'm the youngest." Sarah nodded emphatically, as if Quatre had just told her the meaning of life. Quatre was sick of this. He would NOT let this girl torture him so Duo could stare at Heero. And, as stated previously, he just wanted to snuggle with his Trowa. Dinner was over, anyway, and he was down seventy dollars to prove it. Stupid Duo's stomach... Quatre stood up.
"But, what with being gay and in love with someone else, I'm afraid I have to cut the date short," Quatre said, irritated tremendously. So much for in the closet, but the girl was visual offensive in that outfit. Sarah dropped her water glass in shock, and Duo chuckled, stretching out in the chair for a moment. Heero wasn't that surprised, honestly. So, he just kept glaring at Duo, arms crossed. "Sorry, Sarah. Can I drive you home?" Sarah looked from Quatre, to Duo, mortified. She'd had a crush on a GAY man!
"WAAAAAAAH," She screamed, and ran out of the restaurant.
"I'd take that as a no, Quat," Duo chuckled, and stood up in that blatantly feminine way he'd developed over the afternoon. If Heero was a normal guy, he'd have blushed from the swish of his hips which that dress did NOT help! Baka...onna? Heero was so confused. "You coming, Heero, or do you really hate the chair that much?" Throwing his napkin onto the table, Heero strode out of the restaurant.
"Heh...I guess I'll go follow him," Duo said, his evil grin back in place. "Good luck with Trowa! Don't wait up- most likely he'll either shoot me, or we'll get drunk again." Quatre nodded, and drove himself back to his dorm room, singing along with the radio.
"He said that he'd love me, he never would go! Ohh, noo! Now I find I'm sitting here on my own! Ohh, noo! Was it something I've said, or done, that made him pack his bags up, and run? Could it be another, he's foooouuund? He's breaking up a happy home," Quatre sang a little too enthusiastically as he pulled into the parking lot and pranced into the room he shared with Trowa, still singing the rest of the song.
Trowa looked up from his homework sleepily. "Hunh," he muttered, and Quatre laughed. His hair was even pokier than normal from his little nap. "How'd your date go?" Groggy to the bitter end.
"Honestly, it wasn't my date to begin with, but overall, horribly," he said very cheerfully. "But at the end, I just walked out after saying I was gay." Trowa snapped to alertness.
"Did I hear that right," he asked, wondering if he was still asleep, and thinking his voice was inner dialogue. He'd had a dream like this repeatedly. "Am I asleep?" Quatre laughed, and (inspired by Duo) tackled Trowa with a kiss. Although it hurt to fall out the side of his chair, Trowa was most certainly sure he was still dreaming. "Quatre! Wait until I'm awake!" For once, Quatre didn't do what he asked, mostly because Trowa WAS awake, and therefore the demand was void to begin with.
(Meanwhile...)
"Don't follow me," Heero snapped. Duo wasn't even trying to be quiet, letting his high-heeled boots talk back to him along the narrow, winding cobblestone streets so common in Europe.
"We need to talk before sundown," Duo's female voice rang out as he played with one of his long strands of brown hair. "Damn it Heero, turn around and talk to me! I didn't turn into a girl just so you could ignore me some more!" He whipped around, and Duo's violet eyes were met with Heero's cold glare. Unaffected (he hadn't been for about a month now), Duo smiled at his prey.
"Talk, then," he stated. That's a good Heero, Duo thought. Trust me.
"For the past day, along with this one, I've been turning into a girl every sunrise, and turning back into a guy at sunset," he said seriously, approaching the other boy...well, the boy. Duo kept forgetting he was female, although this outfit made it VERY obvious. He could tell Heero was figuring the morning out faster than he'd expected, so he skipped over the devil technicalities and jumped to what was most important. "This morning, I didn't want you to see me turn into this. Honestly, it was a stupid idea to begin with. So, I panicked. Not because of last night, but because of THIS." He motioned to his new, one-inch-shorter-and-much-more- curvy-yet-still-sexy-Duo body. Heero absorbed the new information again, analyzed, and then spoke.
"Why the double date," he asked.
"Original plan, before last night and this morning, was to get you to adjust to me being a girl and...like me, and to get Trowa jealous," Duo admitted a little guiltily. "It was a stupid idea to begin with, now that I think about it. We just completely used Sarah's crush on Quatre...Feel kinda bad about it, now..."
Heero's "Hn" this time seemed to mean, "No kidding, idiot." They stood in the late sunlight for a moment, silent. Now it was Heero's choice. Would Duo die, or would it be Dea? The silence stretched on, deafening.
"We should get back before sunset, then," Heero said finally, and started to walk back towards the dorm.
DAMN IT!!! Duo screamed in his mind. Damn Heero and his indecisive responses, and his sexy glares, and all those hours Duo had been kept awake by that damn laptop! Damn the laptop! Damn it to hell! AND DAMN HEERO YUY WITH IT!!!
"HELL NO," Duo screamed at Heero's retreating form. "NO WAY IN HELL ARE YOU GETTING AWAY WITH THAT, DAMN IT!" Heero turned, emotionless. Duo was seething. Without even realizing he was moving, Duo had punched Heero in the face, and hard. His lip split, and began to bleed. But still, he just looked at Duo, not a single reaction save the side-movement of his head.
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A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I have to go in five minutes, and wanted to post it tonight! Millions of sorry! I made it long, though...does that count for something? Thanks for reading, please review! SORRY!!!!