Once a Lifetime By: Nuriko & Jess
Chapter Two; Heero POV:
Why does that baka always stare at me? He always seems to be in his own world and gets this vacant look in his eyes when he's staring and as much as I hate to admit this to myself, it makes me uncomfortable.
He's staring at me right now. What is it with him? I don't feel like being visually molested while in bed so I might as well get up and start my day. I know he'll stare at me anyway with that hungry gaze of his, but at least this way; a bed won't be equated into the picture.
I get up and go through my usual; morning routine of exercises while feeling his eyes burning a hole in my back. Stop looking at me, damn it! I get a strange feeling when you do that and I'm not programmed to feel. Quite the opposite, really. How am I supposed to function as a perfect soldier when bright eyes over there are sabotaging my system? Never mind that he doesn't realize it.
Just ignore him, 01. Ignore him like you always do. He'll be hurt that you're not paying attention to him and go away soon enough if you just give him the cold shoulder. The sooner the better.
I finish doing my exercises and head into the shower. It takes me all of five minutes to accomplish a satisfactory state of cleanliness and step out of the shower. I towel dry, brush my teeth, and realize that in my preoccupation with the braided idiot, I forgot to bring my clothes in to the shower with me. I step back into the room with only a towel around my waist, hoping that he's gone to get breakfast.
No, still in there... Looking over at Duo, it seems like he's still lost in his own world so I can dress in peace. Maybe he's actually a spy. Why else would the moron be staring at me night and day? No, that can't be right. He's too good a soldier to be given away that easily. Maybe he's just finally cracked. That would be a reason for his lack of connection to the real world. I'll keep an eye on him. He's very likely mentally unstable and a liability to us, to me. I should talk to G about having him committed if I find evidence that he's mentally incompetent. Right. Now how do I go about proving he's crazy?
"Duo?"
No response. Still catatonic. Might as well check my email for new missions and look up that crazy stuff online.
I go to the desk in our shared room and boot up my laptop. It's quiet in here but at least the idiot isn't talking my ear off. Too bad we haven't had any missions in a while. At least that keeps us both busy.
Okay.. Open email account... enter password.... Enter second password... and I'm in. Hmm ... what have we got here? Junk mail. Junk mail. Email from Relena- how does she manage to get my email address every time? If it's hacking skills, then she's really good and we could have used her during the war. What a waste of talent. I'll look into that later, at the moment, I've got an email from J and I can't wait to get in Wing. There's something about flying a twenty ton gundanium mobile suit at top speeds though the skies that just seems to soothe me in ways I can't even begin to describe.
Damn Duo and all that mushy stuff he's managed to cram into my subconscious. He should be considered illegal and highly dangerous... on second thought, he already is. Speaking of him, its time to wake Duo from his slumber.
"Duo, snap out of it. We have a mission," Perfect monotone voice, Check.
"Huh."
"It involves your... specialized... skills." Yuy Death Glareï, Check.
"Uh-huh."
"I'm going to be named Earth Sphere's most accomplished stripper in three hours then we're going to Trowa's circus where you and Relena are going to be married," that should get him.
"That's nice." Or maybe not...
I get into his personal space right in front of his face and yell, "Duo, are you even listening!?"
He jumps. I have his attention. Good. Is he blushing? I ignore it and him making my way back to my laptop. If he wants to know about the mission, he'll just have to ask me.
"Huh? Sorry Heero, what did you say?"
I sigh and give him my Death Glare I hate repeating myself.
"I said we have a mission. One that involves stealth and requires you to be very much a part of it." He smirks. I hate when he does that. It always gives me a little twinge? Yes that describes it. A twinge of emotion. I've yet to figure out said emotion, but that doesn't make me dislike it any less. The fact that it's there is upsetting enough.
"All right, when do we head out?" He asks cheerfully. Stop being so cheerful all the time. You're tampering with my programming and I won't allow that! I give him an annoyed look but it doesn't seem to faze him.
"We head out tonight. I suggest you make certain Deathsythe is in top form and then rest up." That said, I get up and leave. Stupid hair gets in my face and I resist the urge to brush it aside. It would be weakness on my part if my own hair causes me distraction. Is it also weakness if someone else's hair is a distraction? Probably. That is another reason why I dislike being around Maxwell. He's a bloody distraction.