Loud Music And Home Shopping Chapter 3: Always missing my angel, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

Loud music and Home shopping

UmbrellasAnPoptarts

Chapter 3

Always missing my angel

Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... God damn it! Pick up already! This is the first time I call in years and the baka can't even pick up the damn phone!

Heero glared resolutely at the vid-screen and put a hand on his hip in aggravation. What the hell... Finally, the line crackled a bit and the ringing ceased. A big gulp of air filled Heeros lungs as he waited for the person on the other end to say something. He'd never been so nervous in his entire life.

"Hey, you've got the Maxwell's Death and Destruction Garage, MDD for short. I'm not around right now butcha know I always come back after a while. So just drop me a message and I'll get back ta ya. Later."

A deep gust of carbon dioxide was expelled from his lungs the second the answering machine message clicked off. So he wasn't home... But his voice... It was defiantly still his same beautiful voice. Heero smiled a bit and set the receiver back on its cradle. So his little demon was out playing right now? He'd just try back a little later and be a little less nervous.

Checking his watch, Heero decided that it was defiantly time to call it a night. He'd lost much to much sleep lately and though he was quite used to running on two hours of sleep for several days straight, his only getting a couple hours of sleep for months straight was just not right. He strolled into his bedroom with a bit more flourish in his step than usual and stripped down to a pair of simple blue boxers before crawling under the covers and turning out the light.

He loved his Duo... And he was going to try and get him back...

What a... wonderful day... Maybe rainy days really are good for something...

His sleep that night came swift and lasted long. It wasn't until late the next morning before his internal clock finally got through to his brain and succeeded in rousing the sleep fogged pilot.

One blue eyes slid open from its haven buried in the soft feather pillow to peer at the small digital clock laying next to the bed. The small green numbers brightly proclaimed 8:32. Heero blinked several times to make sure that he wasn't just seeing things before it truly sank in that he'd slept long overdue what he usually did. Shocked, he jumped from the bed and rushed head long into the shower. There was to much work that he had to do today to be sleeping half it.

The shower woke him up more than he realized and hopped out on moments after he'd stepped in. A sigh of courage was issued from his nervous lips as he buttoned his worn blue jeans and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Nervous eh? I guess that's what this is... Never been nervous before...

He simply stared many long moments at the phone in silence, as though he were willing Duo to call him. He really wished the american would, it would make this whole business a lot easier. Heero never was good at fixing problems or broken hearts. It just wasn't his strong point... That was Duo's department.

For Christ's sake, how hard can it be? Pick up the damn phone and dial the stupid number. Seriously, it's not that hard. He coached himself as he tentatively placed his hand on the smooth handle. But the second his fingers touched the phones surface he pulled it back, like it was scalding hot and he was sensitive to heat. YUY! If you're going to call him, do it now! No reason to waste the whole day simply staring at the phone, wishing you were talking to him. CALL! NOW.

With that last piece of pep talk he wrapped his long fingers around the white handle and pulled it jerkily from it resting place. How funny it was that he got nervous during the one thing he actually should be calm during. Nothing else really required his total and absolute calm and yet he was... all the time... except of course for the time when he really wished he was. But that was the way everything in the world worked right? You may want something but if you get it, it usually comes at the very time you don't want it. A while ago he would have wished he could be nervous, just to prove that he was, in fact, human.

Finally he willed himself to press in each digit, his heart beating faster with every number dialed. Wiping his sweaty palms on the thigh of his jeans he tried to calm himself, to no satisfaction. God I love this man...

Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... Again??? Where was he??? Glancing at the clock he thrust the ball of his palm against his forehead, of course! It was only seven, Duo wouldn't even think about waking up for about four more hours... And that was if he was lucky. Really lucky.

Heero smiled a bit and listened to Duos voice once again, really wishing he could see him. He'd missed Duo for so very long. Now that he could admit it he felt even worse that he'd denied it so long. He'd wasted so much time trying to refuse love. And now, when he really wanted to tell Duo how he felt, he couldn't tell him. He was dieing to get it over with and just tell said braided man his new revelations of the heart and have him back. He couldn't wait for Duo to be his Duo again. It was really pissing him off that the most he could do about the way he felt was to sit around and try to call Duo.

But what if the reason Duo wasn't picking up the phone wasn't because he was asleep... What if Duo was with someone else...? Perhaps that had been why he hadn't been home late last night when he'd called for the first time... Heero felt his heart tearing apart. That'd be just his luck. When he finally figures out what he'd been doing all those years, he wants Duo back and Duo's already found someone. He was stupid to think that the Duo would be together with him again just because he called and told him he was in love...

Groaning loudly at his own oblivious stupidity and for getting way ahead of himself, he set the phone carefully down on the cradle and shook his head with about as much self disdain as any man of his age could manage. Who was he to go jumping to those conclusions? And so what if Duo had found someone else? It was a free world and there was defiantly no law against finding someone to love. But it would mean Heero getting his new heart broken... Which he wasn't so sure if he could handle...

Frustrated, angry, lost, confused, sad, anxious... What a lovely string of feelings I'm having...

A fretful and somehow calming sigh was issued audibly for the japanese mans mouth as he ran slim fingers through messy bangs and marched over to the refrigerator. Breakfast and a newspaper... What a way to take your mind off something...

By seven o'clock he was pushing sizzling pork strips all around a skillet. Great, just what I need, a gigantic lump of fat to push down all the worrying and anxiousness... Hope I don't puke it...

The bacon was somehow soothing as it rolled around his mouth, causing a loud crunch now and then as he perched himself comfortably on the couch, directly in front of CNN Colony. Shoving another piece of bacon dripping with grease, not far behind the one he'd just swallowed, he let his oriental eyes skim over the stocks rushing across the bottom of the screen during a commercial break. What a day, what a day... He sighed then, picking up the last piece of bacon off of the white plate to look at it from all angles. How ugly the piece of food looked and yet could oddly taste so good. Shrugging off the thought, he pushed the long strip in through his waiting lips and chewed heartily. There wasn't much to do today, might as well take his time.

"There was an accident at the intersection of Jestive and Kioni today, not much can be explained. It seems that both drivers have disappeared from the scene leaving nothing but their dented vehicles behind. In one car, a black Honda, there's been a report of music coming from the tape player. No one can seem to make it stop but..."

That was about the time Heero quit listening. Such things were unimportant and had absolutely no effect on his life. Brushing his hands on his pant legs as if he were brushing away the world, he stood and carried his greasy plate to the kitchen. Sometimes... Sometimes life can get just so boring.

A series of loud beeps signaled a stiffening in the pilots back as he straightened from rising off the dish. It had been a while since he'd gotten a job offer, he was beginning to wonder if he was losing his touch. Strolling into his room, not minding that the soldier side of himself was coming back into view. It was part of his job. The perfect soldier was essential to making a living. And he made a damn good living.

Flipping open the slight metallic silver laptop he watched with interest as the mail message spread across his screen before disappearing. In it's wake came a proposition that had to sit down for. This one was long, seemed important and paid well. Just what he needed to his mind off it's impending insanity.

His eyes darted over the information efficiently, in his fact and yet careful way, catching every word. This was interesting... So Ms. Relena Peacecraft, lady of the world, was bowing down to him for help? Well, that was nothing new. Actually it was quite old. So old he seriously thought about passing it up until the word mission came into view. That and the heavy price tag caught his undivided attention. She was working in collaboration with the preventors? Since when had pretty in pink cared about that honorable administration?

Although he dreaded the fact of actually having to converse with he and make nice, he figure it was sure to be a nice way to get away from it all... Even if he had to deal with the most oblivious girl in the world. He didn't use the word girl lightly. Though he admired her views of total pacifism, he completely despised her idol worship of him. It made her shrink into nothing more that a dotting school girl every time she got within three yards of him.

He'd dealt with it more than once, he could do it again. Opening up a reply form, he typed simply- MISSION: ACCEPTED

The short message blinked twice before it left the screen leaving behind only a small box declaring brightly that his email had been sent. Leaning back in his chair his closed his eyes in thought. It had been such a long time since he'd been out on a mission. Maybe it was time to jump back into the stream of things and see a glimpse of his old life. His old life had been pretty nice, he mused, even though it was thoroughly laced with fighting and death, it was also ridden with a certain braided youth that never failed to take him away from it all. It was so sad that he would result to going back to fighting again just to satisfy the sentimental part of himself.

Sentimental?… Dear good… I'm actually feeling and saying it… A soft sigh fell from his lips, something he was prone to do while in deep thought. Man, how he missed all his friends. He'd rather be caught dead than to admit that out loud but it was true. He could at least admit it to himself, he missed them and their laughter an awful lot.

Though they'd been a very diverse and seemingly different group of people, they were actually very much alike. Each of them may have had different reasons for fighting in the war, but they were all on the same side. They worked together, on and off the battle field and bonded together unknowingly. They'd become more attached than any of them would admit, but it was there. A heavy and unbreakable friendship had formed. Time nor space could break it. Their hearts were all in the same place and he supposed that was something that had pulled them together. Peace and laughter was all they sought. Its easy to travel on a journey with someone when you plan on ending up in the same place.

But after the war they'd drifted apart. They still held the friendship in their hearts and visited every so often, had lunch, called, wrote. But they just all seemed to busy or to stubborn to admit that they missed each other. And so they had ended up on different sides of space.

Wufei, home to his country men of whom he had missed so dearly and worshiped him so greatly. Quatre, home to take over his fathers company and Trowa soon followed his lover there, to make a lovely little home on L4. Duo had barely been able to contain himself long enough to take the flight to New York City once the war was over. There he'd made himself know as the king of mechanics, his close friend Hilde helping out whenever needed.

And that's where Heero had followed him to. The large metropolis of New York City. With it bright lights and ever shining screens, it was Duos favorite place in the whole world. The Japanese boy had chased him there, much like a moth drawn to a flame. It was like he just couldn't be without the daily dose of chaos that was Duo Maxwell. He hadn't been sure until now why that had been but then again, who really had?

Pushing his hand through his chocolate hair, he wondered vaguely if he owned a comb. Throwing that thought aside, he stood from his stiff desk chair and strolled over to his closet, dragging out a simple blue backpack. After checking to make sure nothing was still in it, he kicked it over to the chest of drawers where he pulled out various pairs of pants and other clothing necessities.

It was time he got his life back on track. There would be time to get Duo back, he decided. But now was the time to take some time off from this routine life and take out some of his nervousness and anxiousness on whoever was unlucky enough to fuck around with the preventors. He knew he was usually only called in on the important jobs, so therefore he ranked this as something that could either be a total waste of time and pain in the ass or, a slight challenge with which he would enjoy.

He was hoping it would be the latter since he would have to be working with the queen of annoyance, Relena Peacecraft. It had damn well be worth my time… Calling me in on some stupid matter… That's just like something she would do.

"Oh Heero! We need your help, it's so important! The latte maker is broken and we need you to go out to the scary latte company and buy us a new one! I just can't live without my lattes!" Just my fucking luck. She'd do that too. Like that time with the damn letter opener…

He sighed with disdain at the memory and shook his head, zipping up the bag with one swift movement. His mind needed some much deserved work.

A jerky nod was issued by the young war veteran as he walked to the door of his sparse bedroom and flicked off the lights. Dropping the bag by the front door his laptop, held firmly under his arm, beeped loudly. In a few abnormally long strides, he made it to the living room and placed the laptop on the coffee table next to the vase of mystery roses, dropping to his knees.

Flipping his much loved piece of machinery open, his eyes scanned the screen of information. Finding that Ms. Darlian Peacecraft was in fact, not leading him on anything that would be a waste of time, he let his body relax a little. Instead it was quite interesting and not at all something that came directly from her. This lovely piece of valuable information came straight from the top of the preventors and at this his interest was piqued.

Their missions were almost always worth while and challenging. But then again, he was the best. And the best was only called in when the others couldn't take care of it themselves. A small smirk of self-indulgence fell on his stiff lips as he read over the information once more before deleting the message. Rule number one: Mission information is never left written down on anything other than the notepad in his own mind.

He played a part of the message over in his mind once more before shutting off his laptop and placing it in his backpack. 'Meet at the Preventors main office in New York. All of your questions will be answered and all requirements and background of the mission will be given. We will expect you within the week…'

Heaving up the heavy backpack easily, he hoisted it over one shoulder and typed in the lock code on his door. This would be a long visit away from L1 and he wondered how much time it would really take. All he'd been told was that there was a threat to the Earth Sphere Alliance. Not much more had been explained through the e-mail. If anything the message had been rather vague and general. When he was told about mission he was usually at least told his target. He wasn't even informed of it this time. Something cold curled a fist tight in his stomach as he boarded the elevator to the lobby. He had fought long and hard to achieve peace. He would not stand for all that fighting and destruction to be put to waste for just another war.

To much death and destruction, chaos and mayhem had occurred during his lifetime. He had been sure this time it was for good, for a long time. It had barely been a decade. For Heero Yuy, ex-pilot of the mobile suit Gundam Wing-Zero, executer, destructor, destroyer, soldier, that was not good enough.

He had just discovered his heart and soul, he was not about to lose it again, to have it buried under the rumble of destruction and death that was war. It wasn't the fact of dieing, it was the fact that there was so much unfinished business he had to attend to. This whole Duo situation had to be resolved before he laid down quietly to die. There was no part of his body that would let him go to the other side before all of that had been put to rest.

The thick metal doors rolled open to reveal the lobby which he'd seen everyday for the past couple years. Glancing up at the large clock resting on the western wall he spied that it was almost ten o'clock. The shuttle to earth would be leaving in approximately one half hour. If he took a cab there it would take more than the allotted time. With a shrug of indifference and strolled out of his building with a simple nod to the doorman. Making a sharp left he strolled into the parking garage next to the building. The place seemed to be dead as a result, he guessed, of the somewhat early hour.

After taking the elevator of the building filled only with parking spaces, he walked off at the third floor. Glancing around he saw absolutely no one, not a soul inhabited the building… Well, this floor at least. He strolling over to a parking spot where only a small vehicle graced its space, covered with a tarp. With the jerk of a hand the tarp was removed to reveal the beautifully cared for motorcycle underneath.

No longer having Wing-Zero to take care of, this machine got all attention the late mobile suit had. And it showed. This finely tuned piece a machinery was washed waxed and built to a kind of perfection only Heero could manage. It shined with all it power and the money that he had invested into it. It was the only thing that had ever come close to becoming as important to his as his Wing had been.

Running an olive hand over the glossy black paint job, he smirked slightly. This would defiantly deposit him at his destination much faster. Placing his bag in the storage compartment carefully his smirk spread a bit. This was about the time he realized missions were something that he almost lived for. All the time management and other skills he'd been programmed for could be used to their limits during those missions. It's what made him feel almost alive, almost fulfilled, after months and years of being on his own.

It made him feel human. And human, he decided as he slid onto the bike and pushed back the kick-stand, was something he suddenly, with a surprising amount of desperation, wanted to be.

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