Rating for language and suggestive comments.
This is an idea I've had for a long time and I really want to pursue even though there are a few plot problems I haven't quite figured out yet. For those of you who have read previous fics of mine and are furious at me, I apologize, but I am severely unhappy with my other stories at the moment. I don't have much time lately, but apparently I love pain – as evidenced by my attempting this. I have every intention of becoming a more responsible author. I'll even try to be better at answering reviews.
I'm not going to summarize the plot because you guys will figure it out within the first few moments of reading, I'm sure.
I own nothing. This fic is purely for my personal enjoyment, and the enjoyment of those who choose to read it. If you have a problem with me…can't say as I really care. Please don't waste everyone's time with rudeness.
Warnings: YAOI. There it is, the dreaded Y word. If you don't like it, click the back button and go find something else to read. For everyone else…enjoy, and thanks for taking the time to check me out. I'll try to make it worth your while.
(Please don't hold it against me if the chapter dividers fail to show up. I think that problem was fixed, but…)
Perfect World
Chapter 1
"And that. Can we get that, too? Oooh, and some of those?"
He glanced at the small teenaged boy, whose nose was currently pressed to the glass as he salivated over the colorful display of candies, and shook his head in mild amusement.
"Remind me again why we're here." He requested blandly.
His companion looked away from the display with a wide, enthusiastic grin nearly splitting his face. "Because last week you dragged me to that boring museum. And because I'm so much fun. And you'd follow me to the ends of the Earth and beyond. And you love me. Also because…!"
"All right, enough." He interrupted with a slightly annoyed grunt. "I'll buy the damn candy. Just stop."
"As long as you stop asking stupid questions you don't seem to know the answers to even though you should…"
He agreed to the deal with a sharp nod, turning his attention away from his friend as he pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. "We'll take a large popcorn with butter…"
"Extra butter!" He was interrupted.
"Extra butter." He amended with a sidelong glance at his companion. "We would also like one cherry coke, one large water, and a box of each the sour worms and the milk duds." He finished.
The girl behind the register, a sleepy and bored-looking teen, blinked a few times – obviously startled by either the monotone voice or the emotionless expression on his face. Or perhaps the surprise came from the sight of the bouncy boy with the extraordinarily long braid who was clutching the arm of said emotionless boy.
Heero didn't so much as blink as he handed over the ridiculous amount of money required for the purchase of snacks at the movies. Under most circumstances, of course, both he and Duo were highly frugal (cheap bastards, some would say) however, date night only came once a week, and date night was cause for the bending of all known rules. Embarrassing amounts of money were known to be spent, hours were often spent pursuing useless entertainments, and even their usually strict, unspoken 'no-public-displays-of-affection' rule was known to be broken on occasion. (Or, more accurately, completely thrown out the window the moment they stepped out of their apartment.)
The two gathered up their snacks and, ticket stubs in hand, went off in search of the theater their movie was being shown in.
"What are we seeing again?" Heero asked, peering with a frown at the signs handing above the theater doors.
Duo shrugged, already munching on popcorn and not bothering to help in his boyfriend's search. "Does it really matter?" He asked. Neither were very big movie fans – moving pictures simply weren't usually enough to keep the two former pilots entertained. "We're just gonna make out the whole time anyway. I say we choose door number three."
Heero nodded, actually seriously considering his point. He would have asked why they had even bothered coming if they didn't plan to pay any attention to the flick they had paid so extravagantly for, except he knew the answer. Duo loved going to public places and making a spectacle of the both of them, showing off their relationship. The better their chances of getting kicked out, the more he enjoyed himself. And Heero had to reluctantly admit that he too enjoyed the thrill.
They chose a door and went inside as the lights were dimming and the previews beginning.
"What do you say to us sitting in the front?" Duo whispered wickedly in his ear, breath warm on his skin. "We can make sure we disturb everyone else and completely ruin this movie for them forever."
Heero gave him a long, flat look.
"No."
"Fine, fine." Duo sighed, knowing perfectly well that arguing was pointless. "Back corner again, then. But I am not staying quiet this time, you understand me?"
Heero stopped scanning the only half full theater and nodded, heading for the seats he had chosen for the two of them and trusting his lover would follow. Before him, Duo stopped abruptly and they nearly collided.
"How long are we going to wait before sneaking out for a quickie in the bathroom?" He asked a little too loudly, leaning back toward Heero.
The former soldier put his free hand on the braided boy's shoulder and gave him a gentle shove toward their seats. "I paid for this date, so that makes me the aggressor tonight." He said in a slightly less-than-cold voice. "That means, koibito, that I put the moves on you, not the other way around. There will be no warning, and there will be no schedule."
"Please." Duo puffed out his bangs in annoyance as he sat in his chair in an ungraceful sprawl. "Five minutes into this and your hand will be on my knee. Ten minutes and it will be on my thigh. Half an hour and the ushers will be asking us to leave. I know you man." He grinned, putting his hand on Heero's leg as the prussian eyed teen sat beside him. "Are you going to try the whole stretching-then-putting-your-arm-around-me thing? Cause that was hot."
"You laughed at me." He grouched, still slightly embarrassed over that incident.
"Because I think you're cute when you try to be what your fucked up logic calls normal." He answered, squeezing his knee. "I like it when you try to be normal, I really do."
Heero frowned a moment, staring at the advertisements on the screen. His hand covered Duo's, fingertips lightly tracing against the soft skin of the back of his hand.
"What do you think it would be like?" He asked finally.
Duo blinked, tearing his gaze from the large screen to look at his lover. "Huh?" He managed around a mouthful of candy.
"Being normal." Heero clarified, already regretting bringing it up.
Duo stared at him a long moment, clearly surprised. "I dunno." He decided, settling back in his seat with a troubled expression on his face as he interlaced his fingers with his lover's. "I never really thought about it before."
"I think about it all the time." Heero informed him quietly, carefully not looking at the small American boy beside him. "I always wonder what it would be like without all this training up here." He continued, taking his hand away to tap at his temple with a finger, his good mood suddenly gone. "I tried to consider cost benefit analysis, but I'm still not certain that my whole life has been worth its outcome…and I always wonder what life would be like if I was a regular person with the ability to express normal human emotions…with the ability to show you the love you deserve."
"Is that what you've been all worried about this week?" Duo questioned, staring at him.
Still refusing to meet his eyes, Heero nodded once, sharply, staring blankly ahead as the movie began. They had chosen a romantic comedy. Great. That was all he needed.
"Don't worry about something like that, He-man." Duo half-pled, turning fully toward him and grasping his arm. "Trust me, okay? You love me real good, baby. I've never doubted your feelings – not once."
Heero shifted uncomfortably. "You deserve someone who can be as…expressive…as you are." He stated.
"He-man…you're plenty expressive." He swore. "Hell, I'm pretty damn sure that your expressiveness is what kept the neighbors up all night, not to mention me." Duo was clearly beginning to grow concerned and Heero felt a wave of guilt. He knew his lover hated it when he got like this. "Believe me, I'm plenty satisfied! I ain't goin nowhere."
Heero finally forced himself to glance at him, giving him a small, reassuring smile. "Don't you ever wish for more?" he questioned.
Duo gave him the incredibly cute frown he gave when he thought Heero was being silly. "When have I made lying a habit?" he asked, brushing hair from his lover's eyes. "Anyway, why in hell would I ever want more? I've got enough trouble just dealing with the you I already got my greedy little paws on – imperfections, fucked up emotional issues, and everything else that comes with the package. Including your package. And your tight little ass. I like that, too."
"Thank you, Duo." Heero whispered, more comforted than he could ever say. He turned back to the screen and tried to pay attention to the movie.
He should have realized that Duo would have latched onto the subject though.
"What do you think our lives would have been like if the war hadn't happened?" The braided boy blurted suddenly.
Heero frowned. "We would never have met." He answered honestly. Such a fate would have been hell.
"But what if we did meet – do you still think we would have fallen in love?"
Heero cast him an amused glance. "It's highly improbable that we would have met." He informed him.
"But if we did." Duo pressed. They were beginning to receive annoyed looks for all their talking.
Heero sighed. "Assuming that it wasn't the war which opened our eyes enough for us to realize and accept that we aren't heterosexual?" He asked. "Then yes, if we met then I am certain that we would have fallen in love. We're soul mates – if such a thing exists."
Duo's eyes were warm and full of adoration.
"Please can we go fuck in the bathroom now?" He questioned.
Heero gave an amused smirk.
"Hn."
Dumping their expensive snacks on the ground, Duo leapt from his chair and pulled Heero bodily to his feet, hurrying him toward the doors.
"I think that was the best movie I've ever seen in my entire life." Duo sighed, tucking his hands behind his head and taking a deep breath of the cool night air as he and his lover walked side-by-side down the…er…sidewalk. He stretched his hands out above his head before throwing an arm around Heero's shoulders, glad they had decided not to walk to the movies. The braided boy couldn't suppress a grin as, silent, Heero slid a hand into his back pocket and gave him a squeeze. "Hell," The chestnut haired boy continued. "I think we should buy the damn thing when it comes out on video."
"Did you even watch the movie?" Heero asked in monotone. "Do you even know what it was about?"
"Course not; we were busy distracting each other most of the time and got kicked out before it was half over. But that's not the point – the point is that I enjoyed myself."
Heero snorted.
"You wanna go get ice cream?" Duo asked abruptly, remembering the ruined sweets he had spilled all over the floor at the theater. Heero glanced at him a moment before giving a sharp nod, a small, rare smile on his lips.
As one, they turned the corner that lead to their favorite little ice cream shop, each perfectly in step with the other. The two knew each other's every thought, every move. Heero's earlier assessment was completely accurate – if soul mates existed, then surely that was what they were.
The drunk driver swerving along the street toward them didn't care about this little fact. He didn't, in fact, even see them as he decided that driving on the sidewalk would be a fun adventure.
And no amount of special training could really help one completely avoid a speeding car.
To Be Continued
Okay, I know the subject matter is a little trite, but I'm hoping I handled it well enough for a few people to want to stick around to read more anyway. Duo and Heero are one of my favorite couples in all of fandom, and I love writing them. Please review and tell me what you think – I'll post the next chapter quickly if there's enough favorable response.
