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UmbrellasAnPoptarts

Chapter Six

I'll never make it

"Duo, I..." Heero let his mouth hold still for a moment while his brain caught up before continuing in a slightly nervous and warm voice, "I've really been meaning to say…"

Duo stood completely motionless, waiting for the end of that sentence. He wanted to move and urge Heero on in his words but he was frozen. A million thoughts swirled through his imaginative head, trying to conjure up just what Heero was getting at. Hope sprung up like a bright flower in late spring. It was jumping around in the turmoil of his stomach like a bouncy ball and he didn't have a good enough hold on himself to calm it down. He simply stood there, staring at his friend, nothing coming out of his mouth.

Heero opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find the words. Of course, my voice deserts me at a time like this… God, why me! He doesn't care. Look at him, he's not even interested, he doesn't want to know. He'd probably just rather forget me. Forget me and my stupid self. The Japanese man shook his head slightly and let his smooth voice flow once again, "Your… shirt's not buttoned straight…" he mutter quietly before turning to face the street, shoving his hands in his pockets.

The mechanic felt everything in his body drop directly to the pavement. It was a wonder that he managed to keep himself together. Hope crashed in on him like the world had just fallen onto his shoulders. A light brush dusted his cheeks as he looked down and fixed his shirt. He should've known that the man in front of him wasn't going to say he'd missed him or anything of the like, what was he thinking? He'd gotten his fragile hopes up for nothing. Nothing of note. God, I can't believe I let myself think that. I'm so damn dumb. A self-collecting sigh was let out before he said in a somewhat disappointed voice, "Thanks Heero, I didn't notice…"

He merely gave a curt nod and observed as a cab finally made its way over to the three some. Duo looked up to watch as Heero slid in first, Wufei making a point to motion the American over before he too slid in the car. Shake out of this. Come on, it's 'Ro here, my best friend. Gotta stop thinking that he'll just up and proclaim his love or… well, something equally romantic. I sound like fucking Quat. Besides, he's got that chick of his… At that thought he glanced over at the man in question while shutting the cab door.

Longing gripped his stomach tightly and he found he had to fight himself to not reach out and simply touch him. One of the things he'd missed most over the past few years was Heero holding him. And sitting there, so close to him, was killing him. It took all of Duos rarely exorcised control to keep his hand to himself. It wasn't fair. It simply wasn't fair. Here he had the love of his life, sitting right next to him as a matter of fact, and he couldn't even touch him. It felt like he was living during the Spanish Inquisition, it was damn painful.

The hacker of the three sat with his faithful book bag between his knees, he himself between his two old friends. One of which he had an almost uncontrollable urge to touch. For him, that was saying a lot. To keep from doing something he would most likely regret, he let his focus shift to the streets outside while Wufei gave the man the address.

"We'd like to go to the Gunthrown Warehouse. I believe that's out in the country." Wufei carefully folded the Une's business card which had the address written on it and placed it in his pocket for safe keeping.

The driver turned around, an old man in his late sixties, a thoughtful and puzzled frown creasing his wrinkled face. "You sure?"

The Chinese man glanced at his two companions with the look that said, 'What the hell?' before saying in his coolly confident voice, "Yes."

"What do you all want with an old junk yard?" he asked in wonderance.

"We're the new owners." Heero said smoothly, his voice like polished steel.

It was his voice that had the driver turning around in his seat and replacing his hands back on the wheel. It was also that voice that had the razor sharp underlying edge that had the cabbie jumping into the rushing traffic and flying from the city. Duo guessed that they made record time in getting the warehouse, thanks to Heeros dark voice and the cab drivers apparent fear of him.

Duo did admit that his friend could be pretty creepy when he used that voice. It was that no nonsense kind of voice, meant to put you in your place. It certainly had put this old man back into his. No more curious questions were issued from the man on the way there and so the ride was in silence.

The braided man, himself as he was, couldn't handle the silence and surmised that it was the extra two cups of coffee he'd drank heartily that morning. It was really hard for him to keep from bouncing off the insides of the cab. Torture, that's what it was. Torture that all he could do was let his right leg jump up and down repetitively. And he really had to piss. Don't forget about that. His bladder was certainly filled to the brim and ready to be unloaded. It was extremely ungrateful at Duos refusal to let it go. It's like a friggin dog that wants to play ball and the owner doesn't. It just keeps on running around and barking till ya do what it want. God, I have to piss. Get there soon. Get there soon. Get there soon.

Heero watching with a good amount of curiosity and interest as Duo wiggled his leg at a mile a second. It didn't seem to take a break at all. Knowing Duo, he'd drank a little to much caffeine this morning and it was starting to get to him. A chuckle threatened to spill from his lips at he watched his friends facial expression work over its anxiety and utter hardship at keeping a grip on his self control. It looked like a chore. It was simply hilarious. Ah Du-chan, I've missed this. I've missed you so much…

Wufei watched silently from his side of the car the drama that was unfolding before him. The two were unbearable and sickeningly in love with each other and yet were either to stubborn or to scared to say it out right. The pilot rolled his eyes disapprovingly. The two of them never made it easy for themselves. It was obvious they weren't on this either. He considered letting the cat out of the bag and urging them along but thought better. It had to be them. It wasn't his place to stick his nose in where it didn't belong, nothing good could come of it. Both of them were going to make a long bumpy road for each other, but they'd get to their destination eventually.

The car came to an abrupt stop in the middle of a dirt road directly in front of a humongous, rusting warehouse. He turned around and said timidly, "That'd be-"

"Here, keep the change." Wufei said in that curt voice he had, placing money in the mans hand and nearly throwing himself from the cab.

It was obvious that Wufei was excited, he just had a weird way of showing it, Duo thought with a grin. He gave a mock salute to the man and quickly followed after the black haired one with a certain hype in his step. The hacker was the last from the car and something about him simply made the driver want to shit his pants. As simple as that. Whether it was intentional or not, the driver would never know, but there was something about the guy that made him want to put on clean drawers…

Heero slung his pack over his right shoulder and followed his companions to the door on the side of the building. Something that he guessed was excitement gripped him as he followed the other two pilots through the door. The first thing that he noticed was Une standing in the small room they'd entered, in deep conversation with the other two pilots.

She turned at the sound of their entrance and smiled as warmly as possible, "We were waiting for you," she looked over their faces, Wufeis anxious, Duos… hyper?, Heeros contemplating, then continued, "A quick thing before we stroll into the hanger and take a look at your… suits. That door with not be as easily accessible as it was today. There will be a code and such issued to each of you. Just in case we have an unexpected visitors, we'd like some warning. Any trouble getting here?"

Wufei watched her darkly before asking, "I thought this would be secret and yet we took cabs… Isn't that risking something?"

She smiled slightly and said, "If someone wants to find where MS are being held, I doubt they'll ask around to cabbies. And if they do, all they'll hear about are the junk yards and abandoned, rusty warehouses littering the old country side. Nothing of note."

Suspicion appeased, Wufei quieted and let himself be led through the door by Une. All five pilots were completely engrossed in one thing: Seeing their own personal suit. And what a wonderful thing that'd be…

(({Sorry so short. Not much time and I didn't want to keep you guys hanging for to long, I'm not that mean! . . But I did want to keep you guys on your toes so there! Thanks to everybody that reviewed! But man, if I were a guy, you all would definitely be busting my balls! But I can take it, thanks to all of you for the support and constructive criticism an keep it up. I'll try to post the next chapter soon, keep a look out for it. This is my second story I've posted so I'm not doing to horribly, am I? Alright- questions, comments? Feel free to review with that, I'll post something in return if needed. Thanks!}))