The room wasn't particularly full, still the five young men sitting around,
legs akimbo, bottles of soda and glasses of water and wine on the table,
managed to take up more room simply by sprawling. Though, truth be told,
not all of them were spread out. Heero sat stiffly, glaring at his
roommate, his legs clamped together and a glass of water held between two
palms in what might seem like ease but really was putting the glass under
quite a lot of strain.
"So, her name is.. umm.. Kimmie - Beau, or at least that's the name she put down under the stories," Duo was saying with a grin to all from where he lay and took up the entire couch. His head to the side, his elbow propping the rest of him up crooked on the pillows, he swept the rest of the room with his violet eyes.
"Mmm, and this onna, she writes about us then?" Wufei's brow rose and displeasure was written all over his face. He twitched a foot and then crossed it over the other one, which was laying across the small of Trowa's back, the pair of pilots laying on the floor by the coffee table.
"People do funny things," Quatre mused from the papras chair, his fingers playing with the edge of the big pillow. "They've done it to boy bands, they've done it to books and movies, why not do it to us too?"
"Oh they were certainly -doing it- to us, that's for sure," Duo laughed.
"Exactly what were the fictions about?" Trowa's quiet voice managed to bite a hole in the comfortable wall of talk around him, simply by virtue of it being so seldom that the brunette was heard to speak.
"Ah, well..." Duo blushed. "Lessee, there were some cute ones about the war," a snort near Wufei's corner made him grin, "they were, because they were nothing like the real thing. We're all heroic and not scared shitless like we really were."
"Who was scared?" Wufei asked defensively.
"Did you read them, Heero?" Quatre asked suddenly.
"Yes." The dark haired pilot answered carefully. Still, he was always careful so maybe it wasn't that much different from usual.
"And?" Quatre however, seemed to recognize something in the one word answer and he looked in curiosity at the Wing pilot.
"And they were highly inappropriate," was the terse reply.
Duo snickered and buried his face into his pillow. Around him, the three pilots who were in the dark looked at one another in confusion. "Umm, I think that we'd like to know what this is all about, Duo," the small blonde asked finally.
Duo looked up and grinned at the pairs of eyes trained on him. He had always been a sucker for the center stage. "Well, it's easy. There were plenty as well, that made us out to be gay."
"What???"
"Nani?"
"Woah!"
"Hn."
"Not all of us!" Duo sat up, putting his hands out to stop them all and laughing. "Cmon you guys, it's just fiction but you gotta agree it was funny."
"What do you mean, not all of us?" Wufei growled.
"Well, you were straight, Wuffie.." Duo grinned at his buddy and shrugged. "In fact, you always got nose bleeds when the rest of us started to talk about sex." His eyes widened at the look of horror on Wufei's face and he chuckled. "Not too far from the truth, actually."
Wufei groaned, pulling his feet off of Trowa's back and curling them closer to himself. Beside him, Trowa sat up and gathered his lover closer, shot a glance at Duo filled with some kind of conversational piece that probably only Wufei could understand as most of their conversations seemed the silent kind anyway, and frowned.
"How about the rest of us?" Quatre's brow raised in curiosity.
"I don't know that this is something I want to hear," came Wufei's voice. "People writing about our sex lives, that's just wrong."
"Well," Duo forged on, "Quat, you and Trowa are paired up almost every time. Somebody got it into their head that the two of you would do well together and since you're so girlie, Quat, you always come out as a victim. Come to think of it, so do I. Someone is always having to rush in and save one of us."
"Somebody?" Heero sounded surprised this time.
"Umm... well, I found more sites like that one," Duo admitted with something akin to embarrassment.
"There's MORE?" Wufei squeaked.
"And the rest of us?" Quatre had been trying to hide his grin, only it came out now. He enjoyed the impact the conversation was having on the rest of them almost as much as Duo did.
"Trowa is the dark and mysterious one so he pretty much has no personality at all," Duo stated amidst laughs and snorts of indignation. Trowa may have been quiet, but he managed to have quite a load of personality as they all knew. He had ended up being the more stable force in their group, something in him driving him to find normalcy, learning to cook, clean, and to set up rituals, he'd silently knit their group into a family just by his actions around them. Duo had taken to calling him Mother Hen by the end of the first post-wartime year. It was a well accepted fact that Trowa had taken the war's ending far better than any of the rest of them. He'd slipped into something that was almost a spiritual awakening for a few months and had emerged still silent, but with a great serenity that spilled over into his comrades whenever they were near.
"And Wufei hates women," a laugh at that, because it was somewhat true, "except for Sally Po. Cause she's the one he is usually paired up with. Quatre, they pair you up with Trowa."
"You said that already," Wufei groaned. He had a jealous streak a mile wide. "Don't give him any ideas."
"Oh you know Quatre's straighter'n an arrow, Wuffie!" Duo laughed as Trowa bent his fingers into the black hair of his lover and smiled his almost imperceptible way.
"Heero is a cold, calculating bastard," Duo grinned, "who always needs to be taught how to live his life because he hadn't had one before. And he always says 'Hn' and he has this thing called a death glare, yeah.. just like that, Hee-chan. I expect that's what they mean."
"Hee-chan?" voices echoed around the room.
"Err," Heero shifted his gaze around the gathering, "the Duo in the stories calls me, or the Heero in the stories, that."
"Oh." Quatre's grin had begun to grow even more so.
"I like it, Heeeeee-chan," Duo battted his eyes and folded his long legs over one another, gripping his bare feet with his hands.
"Hn."
"I started laughing really hard when I read that, because he makes that sound all the time!" Duo cackled.
Laughter brushed the room and Heero managed to blush. "So?" Quatre prompted again. "Oh c'mon, Duo, don't make me drag it out of you!"
"Okay! Okay!" Duo gave in, "Okay, so - Heero's the guy with all the passion lurking under this cold exterior - which, if it's true, I've yet to see because my roomie's one of the most self possessed men I've ever known -" and he leaned over and poked Heero's foot which was on the table in front of him, "And I'm the joker and the clown and I always have to teach him, because I'm this wise guru of living, you know - kinda like Trowa is, only more loud."
Quatre stared at him.
"Oh.. yeah.. and," Duo gulped with a flush, "Heero and I are like the favorite pairing."
Eyes blinked and then with a breath, the other three burst into laughter.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah.." Duo grumped, staring at them. "Get your laughs out. Hey! If I were gay I'd rock Heero's world! You know it!"
"Duo.." Heero's voice warned. His friend could be foolish sometimes and he opened his mouth more often than not to put his foot in it.
"Ohp!" Duo's eyes opened wide in shock and then a particular red flush rose up and around his ears. At the sight the other three fell back and laughed all the harder.
"So, her name is.. umm.. Kimmie - Beau, or at least that's the name she put down under the stories," Duo was saying with a grin to all from where he lay and took up the entire couch. His head to the side, his elbow propping the rest of him up crooked on the pillows, he swept the rest of the room with his violet eyes.
"Mmm, and this onna, she writes about us then?" Wufei's brow rose and displeasure was written all over his face. He twitched a foot and then crossed it over the other one, which was laying across the small of Trowa's back, the pair of pilots laying on the floor by the coffee table.
"People do funny things," Quatre mused from the papras chair, his fingers playing with the edge of the big pillow. "They've done it to boy bands, they've done it to books and movies, why not do it to us too?"
"Oh they were certainly -doing it- to us, that's for sure," Duo laughed.
"Exactly what were the fictions about?" Trowa's quiet voice managed to bite a hole in the comfortable wall of talk around him, simply by virtue of it being so seldom that the brunette was heard to speak.
"Ah, well..." Duo blushed. "Lessee, there were some cute ones about the war," a snort near Wufei's corner made him grin, "they were, because they were nothing like the real thing. We're all heroic and not scared shitless like we really were."
"Who was scared?" Wufei asked defensively.
"Did you read them, Heero?" Quatre asked suddenly.
"Yes." The dark haired pilot answered carefully. Still, he was always careful so maybe it wasn't that much different from usual.
"And?" Quatre however, seemed to recognize something in the one word answer and he looked in curiosity at the Wing pilot.
"And they were highly inappropriate," was the terse reply.
Duo snickered and buried his face into his pillow. Around him, the three pilots who were in the dark looked at one another in confusion. "Umm, I think that we'd like to know what this is all about, Duo," the small blonde asked finally.
Duo looked up and grinned at the pairs of eyes trained on him. He had always been a sucker for the center stage. "Well, it's easy. There were plenty as well, that made us out to be gay."
"What???"
"Nani?"
"Woah!"
"Hn."
"Not all of us!" Duo sat up, putting his hands out to stop them all and laughing. "Cmon you guys, it's just fiction but you gotta agree it was funny."
"What do you mean, not all of us?" Wufei growled.
"Well, you were straight, Wuffie.." Duo grinned at his buddy and shrugged. "In fact, you always got nose bleeds when the rest of us started to talk about sex." His eyes widened at the look of horror on Wufei's face and he chuckled. "Not too far from the truth, actually."
Wufei groaned, pulling his feet off of Trowa's back and curling them closer to himself. Beside him, Trowa sat up and gathered his lover closer, shot a glance at Duo filled with some kind of conversational piece that probably only Wufei could understand as most of their conversations seemed the silent kind anyway, and frowned.
"How about the rest of us?" Quatre's brow raised in curiosity.
"I don't know that this is something I want to hear," came Wufei's voice. "People writing about our sex lives, that's just wrong."
"Well," Duo forged on, "Quat, you and Trowa are paired up almost every time. Somebody got it into their head that the two of you would do well together and since you're so girlie, Quat, you always come out as a victim. Come to think of it, so do I. Someone is always having to rush in and save one of us."
"Somebody?" Heero sounded surprised this time.
"Umm... well, I found more sites like that one," Duo admitted with something akin to embarrassment.
"There's MORE?" Wufei squeaked.
"And the rest of us?" Quatre had been trying to hide his grin, only it came out now. He enjoyed the impact the conversation was having on the rest of them almost as much as Duo did.
"Trowa is the dark and mysterious one so he pretty much has no personality at all," Duo stated amidst laughs and snorts of indignation. Trowa may have been quiet, but he managed to have quite a load of personality as they all knew. He had ended up being the more stable force in their group, something in him driving him to find normalcy, learning to cook, clean, and to set up rituals, he'd silently knit their group into a family just by his actions around them. Duo had taken to calling him Mother Hen by the end of the first post-wartime year. It was a well accepted fact that Trowa had taken the war's ending far better than any of the rest of them. He'd slipped into something that was almost a spiritual awakening for a few months and had emerged still silent, but with a great serenity that spilled over into his comrades whenever they were near.
"And Wufei hates women," a laugh at that, because it was somewhat true, "except for Sally Po. Cause she's the one he is usually paired up with. Quatre, they pair you up with Trowa."
"You said that already," Wufei groaned. He had a jealous streak a mile wide. "Don't give him any ideas."
"Oh you know Quatre's straighter'n an arrow, Wuffie!" Duo laughed as Trowa bent his fingers into the black hair of his lover and smiled his almost imperceptible way.
"Heero is a cold, calculating bastard," Duo grinned, "who always needs to be taught how to live his life because he hadn't had one before. And he always says 'Hn' and he has this thing called a death glare, yeah.. just like that, Hee-chan. I expect that's what they mean."
"Hee-chan?" voices echoed around the room.
"Err," Heero shifted his gaze around the gathering, "the Duo in the stories calls me, or the Heero in the stories, that."
"Oh." Quatre's grin had begun to grow even more so.
"I like it, Heeeeee-chan," Duo battted his eyes and folded his long legs over one another, gripping his bare feet with his hands.
"Hn."
"I started laughing really hard when I read that, because he makes that sound all the time!" Duo cackled.
Laughter brushed the room and Heero managed to blush. "So?" Quatre prompted again. "Oh c'mon, Duo, don't make me drag it out of you!"
"Okay! Okay!" Duo gave in, "Okay, so - Heero's the guy with all the passion lurking under this cold exterior - which, if it's true, I've yet to see because my roomie's one of the most self possessed men I've ever known -" and he leaned over and poked Heero's foot which was on the table in front of him, "And I'm the joker and the clown and I always have to teach him, because I'm this wise guru of living, you know - kinda like Trowa is, only more loud."
Quatre stared at him.
"Oh.. yeah.. and," Duo gulped with a flush, "Heero and I are like the favorite pairing."
Eyes blinked and then with a breath, the other three burst into laughter.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah.." Duo grumped, staring at them. "Get your laughs out. Hey! If I were gay I'd rock Heero's world! You know it!"
"Duo.." Heero's voice warned. His friend could be foolish sometimes and he opened his mouth more often than not to put his foot in it.
"Ohp!" Duo's eyes opened wide in shock and then a particular red flush rose up and around his ears. At the sight the other three fell back and laughed all the harder.
