Something to Talk About
By Wolf Girl
Disclaimer: I do not have any sort of ownership over the characters or the premise of Gundam Wing. I do not make any sort of profit off of this story.
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, minor Relena bastardization, OOC Heero (not stoic enough, please forgive me).
AN Warning: Unfortunately, my grammar and punctuation usage is a weird mix of American and British styles... Enough said.
Pairings: 1x2x1, others...
Italics thought (unless obviously otherwise.)
NINE: Oneiric
Duo searched through the pile of papers in his locker trying to find his homework assignment. "Where is it?"
"Duo, you should take better care of your homework," Quatre admonished.
"I've been so distracted with that boy living in my house." Duo's eyes narrowed as the subject of his distaste went over to his own locker and opened it up.
"Maybe you should try to be nice to him. He is living at your house." Quatre suggested.
"Yeah right." Duo snorted and glanced over at Heero. Duo looked back at Quatre, who stared impassively at him, eyes large and pleading.
"Hey Heero!" Duo called, waving enthusiastically.
Heero turned his head to look for where his name came from, then turned back to his locker with a loud "Hn."
"Yeah right... He'll be social the day I wear a pink tutu and parade around the school in that and only that." Duo flipped his braid over his shoulder.
"Maybe he just doesn't know how to open up," muttered a disgruntled blonde.
"HEEROOO!!" A loud voice called. "HEEROOO!! Wait for me!!!"
Heero jumped about a foot in the air. Duo and Quatre stared as he slammed his locker door and all but ran down the hallway.
"HEEROO!!!" WAIT!!!" The voice called, getting inhumanely loud as Relena came closer to them, her run resembling a herd of pink horses stampeding. Duo and Quatre stared after her as she disappeared around a corner.
"Hey Quatre," Someone said, brushing a hand across Quatre's back as he walked by. Quatre turned bright pink and stared after the tall banged boy.
"Hi!" he said.
"Sounds like you like him!" Duo crowed loudly.
"Shhh! He'll hear you!" Quatre poked Duo in the ribs. Duo doubled over, laughing insanely.
"No fair going for the weak spots!" Duo gasped out between breaths as Quatre continued to tickle him.
The bell rang. "Shit! We have to get to the other side of the building!' Duo grabbed Quatre's hand and started running.
Duo rubbed his eyes sleepily as he heard the chords of the piano drift into his room. He wandered downstairs. He watched Heero play for awhile. "Why don't you play, Heero?"
"I don't have anyone to play for anymore..." Heero launched into a jazzy tune that Duo knew well, and successfully changed the mood as Duo started to sing the words.
"Usin' the phone booth,
Makin' a few calls,
Doodlin' weird things,
Usin' the booth walls.
"Got me a big date,
Waitin' for my chick,
Puttin' my face on,
So she could look slick,
"I enjoy procrastinating
'Cause I'm busy while I'm waiting,
Doodlin' away, doodlin away..."
Duo sang along to the song, tapping his foot and dancing around a little. Heero smiled secretly to himself.
"Sittin' and dinin' ((dining))
Dinner beginnin',
Started designin'
Usin' the linen,
"Talkin' to my date,
Doodlin' my bit,
Waiter got salty,
Told me to please quit
Told the waiter, "Don't be dizzy,
"Can't you see I'm very busy,
"Doodlin' away, doodlin' away." "
"And finally, Mr. Maxwell, please hand in the portfolio I asked you to submit of your work from before you were in my class," the teacher said, and everyone looked over at Duo expectantly.
Duo picked up the stack of papers on his desk and promptly went pale as Quatre stood up too. He froze in the act of standing up and stood there, unbelieving of what was about to happen.
"Here is his stuff. He accidentally left it with me." Quatre handed the teacher a blue portfolio. She looked at Duo curiously, perhaps thinking it odd that he had left his sketches in the possession of another. The person sitting next to him looked over worriedly as Duo turned cherry red and made a few unusual noises deep in his throat.
"I hadn't been aware you were acquainted with Mr. Yuy." She flipped another sketch. "You have to get him to model for us sometime..." She got to the last one. "Oh my... Um... Class is dismissed, Mr. Maxwell, come up to my desk."
Duo stiffened and turned bright red. He looked over at Quatre and glared his best at him. "Why did you put that painting in?!" he hissed. "Are you trying to kill my reputation?"
Quatre ignored him and hustled out the door. "Traitor!" Duo called after. The teacher cleared her throat.
"Mr. Maxwell... There is a classical-style art show, unrelated to school, quite obviously, which I would like you to enter this piece in." The teacher looked down through her glasses. "I will not mention this to the Principle or your parents unless you want me to." She grinned calculatingly.
"Um.. No, that would be nice, thank you. I um... I'll put it in the show." Duo stammered, still a brilliant cherry red.
"You have a nice eye for beauty, Mr. Maxwell. That is all. I will keep the picture here until we send it over to the show."
Duo opened and closed his mouth a few times, but knew when he was beat. He stalked out over to the door of the classroom.
"Oh, and Mr. Maxwell, maybe you would like to inform Mr. Yuy about this before he finds out on his own?"
Duo hesitated before knocking on the door. He finally knocked, just once.
"Hn." Heero's voice said after a moment. Duo assumed that meant he could enter. He opened the door and sidled into the room.
Heero was sitting up in bed, the covers only partially on him. His chest and legs were naked and free for Duo's eye to wander... Duo slapped himself mentally and got to what he had come for.
"Remember that one time... about two-and-a-half years ago, when we were on better terms, and your mom and dad went out of town so you had to stay here, and you slept in my room because my Aunt Agnes was here visiting so you couldn't stay in the guest room and you didn't want to sleep in Relena's room? " Duo rushed out all in one breath.
"Hai."
"Well, um... that time, while you were sleeping, I drew a sketch of you that I later inked in..." Duo turned pink. "And um, Quatre handed it in to my teacher for my homework assignment, don't ask me how he'd seen it and you hadn't... We aren't friends anymore and all, and my teacher is insisting that I put it in a show at some gallery in town."
"Can I see the sketch?" Heero asked.
"Well, um no, because my teacher kept it. I think she thought I would do something to it, but I wouldn't have done anything anyway... I mean, it is a good art piece, even if it is of you... and it has nice values and all..."
"Duo," Heero said.
"Yes Heero?"
"Go to sleep. It's too early." Heero pulled Duo down on the bed and snuggled close. "And it's cold..."
Duo's eyes went wide as he was pinned down on the bed by a pair of arms as strong as steel. "Eep!"
"Sleep..." Heero's voice rumbled against his back.
End notes: Oneiric means of, regarding or suggestive of dreams.
Am I evil? Let me count the ways... No, just kidding. The next chapter is already written, so it won't be a big deal to get it posted in about a week... Yes, a week... That is when I have my next twenty minutes of free time!
Um... Yeah, Heero is OOC, but I warned you all about that in the beginning!
(1) Doodlin' is a jazz song put out by Uncjazz publishing. Jazz choir sang it last year at my school, and I like it lots. This is only a portion of the whole song. It goes on to have the fellow go to a psych, but the fellow teaches his psych to doodle, then later his girlfriend.
Soooo sleepy and cold....... It's cold in our house and I just woke up... Brrrrr....
(AN: I fixed something so if you're reading this again by some odd chance, or if you all get email alerts a second time (I have no clue how any of that works) I fixed something in the piano scene.)
Once again, email me any questions! R&R si vous plait!