Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to them, not to me (which is probably a good thing).
Title: Dotted Line
Author: aomurasakiai
Pairing: 12 (small hint)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possible Shounen Ai, Possible OOC, Clichés
gw500 challenge: #32 - "contract"
Word Count: 524
In yet another safehouse during one of their many missions, Heero sat at his desk, typing away at his laptop as usual. The unruly haired pilot was updating his mission report to Dr. J, which he would send once he'd finished like he always did. But, a certain braided pilot was also in the same room and unlike his normal, noisier behavior, he was lying on his bed and quietly sketching. True, he was sketching the back of Heero's head but still… he was keeping himself occupied at least.
Heero purged out all the minute details that he remembered during the second phase of their mission into his report. It was perhaps a bit monotonous, but it was more than satisfactory so he couldn't care less. Seeing his roommate in the reflection of his monitor, he was a bit surprised that Duo was still in the room. He couldn't believe that the other pilot was able to hold up to their deal…
---FLASHBACK---
"Heero, are you done yet?"
"No."
(An hour later…)
"How about now?"
"No."
(Another hour…)
"Now?"
"Duo, the quieter you are, the faster I'll finish."
"But it's been almost 3 hours! What the hell are you writing anyway?"
"Mission report."
"For 3 hours…"
"Because you wouldn't be quiet."
"Fine, I'll be quiet until you finish."
"Do I have your word?"
"I don't lie remember?"
"Here."
"What's this?"
"Sign it so I have your word that you will keep yourself occupied whenever I do mission reports."
(Passing silence…)
"You had this planned?!"
---END FLASHBACK---
Finally sending the updated mission report, Heero closed the laptop and turned around to face the other teen. Still lying on the bed, Duo was finishing up his own work, listlessly shading in the shadows on his sketch with lidded eyes. He looked ready to fall asleep and the Wing pilot had to fight the small smile that was threatening to surface at the sight. Silently he walked up to the other teen.
"You've upheld your end of our contract," Heero said matter-of-factly. "Now… what do you want to do?" Duo glanced up through his chestnut bangs before tossing his sketchpad to the side and stretching his stiff muscles. A yawn escaped as he sat up to face the other pilot.
"You know," he said, rubbing his eyes before plopping back down onto the pillow. "I think I'll take a nap first. I'm so damn tired and it was so damn boring listening to you type for an hour." With that, Duo turned to his side, mumbling a "for god's sake" before promptly dozing off. Heero watched his sleeping roommate as he recalled the conditions of the contact Duo had signed the day before.
[I, Duo Maxwell, will be silent during the time one, Heero Yuy, is working on any mission reports in exchange for an activity both parties will participate in together afterwards.]
'Napping is considered an activity,' Heero thought to himself. Lying down on his own bed, the Japanese teen turned to his side and watched the relaxed face of the self-proclaimed Shinigami across the short distance between them before he too drifted off.
Owari