Disclaimer: Sad to say, I don't own this magnificent anime… because if I did, I wouldn't have to make a disclaimer at all. None other than its creators own this.
Authors Notes: 2x1YAOI or Shonen-ai or maybe 2+1…and the pilots as kids. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this, but I pray you like it. Reviews would be much appreciated but no FLAMES please! Excuse the grammar, fluff, insanity and anything else. Objective criticisms are welcome!
A/n: whoops… made a mistake! Duo's 6 years old… all of them are! uhm… yeah… let me repeat that FEEDBACK would definitely be appreciated! And thanks so much to those who did review! Now on with the fic!
Will You Be Mine?
"Stop staring at me!" Heero turned to Duo and screamed, with as much force a cute six-year old could muster. Which, in other words, is hardly scary at all except if you consider the fact that Heero said more than 2 words in one sentence.
Duo blinked innocently. "Me? Na-uh! "
"Y-yes you were!" Heero insisted. Especially annoyed that he has to talk at all.
"Na-uh!" Duo denied it, albeit unconvincingly, what with the gleam in his eye and the grin in his young face. Indeed, operation Get Hee-chan - plan B was definitely working.
"Yes too!" The whole class watched the exchange, clueless as to what in the sandman's name was happening.
So one of them asked just that. "uhm… neh, what's going on?" Quatre, for all his blond hair, blue-eyed cuteness as a chibi was alas…ignored.
"Na-uh!"
"Yes too!"
"Na-uh!"
"Yes too!"
"Na-uh!"
"Yes too!
The whole class sweat dropped. Of all the fine times for the teacher to leave class and go pee-pee…this wasn't it.
"Na-uh!"
"Yes too!"
"Na-uh!"
"Yes too! This is immature!" cried Heero, flustered and blushing.
For a moment Duo looked blankly at his, eherm, beloved.
"…"
Then he bent down to whisper to Quatre, "Neh, Quatre… what's imachoo supposed to mean?"
Quatre corrected the confused boy and whispered back, "Duo, he said immature…I think it means something like acting not like an adult."
Quatre and the others knew about Duo's crush on Hee-chan. Hah! He only spent all week talking about the blue-eyed Japanese…how Heero looked so cute and how small he was "probably 'coz he's asian" according to Duo (Wufei whacked him with his pencil case for that)… How Heero would be Duo's beloved in distress and how he would be the one to save the stoic boy both from the evil principal and the 3 dorks, which would be him(Quatre), Trowa and Wufei.
Quatre surmised that indeed…sigh Duo's fairy tales were mixed up. And how he knew the word surmised, well, he may never know.
After a few seconds of pondering on the word, Duo continued. "We're kids! We are immature!"
"Hn. But you still stared!" Heero answered.
"Na-uh"
"Yes!"
"Na-uh!"
6 year-old Chinese Wufei put his head on his hands. 'Injustice.'
"…" Trowa, with the same age as every one else but with weird bangs and an incredible talent for being unnoisy(as Duo put it), merely nodded as if reading Wufei's thoughts.
"Yes!"
"Na-uh!"
"Yes you did! Just tell the tooth! Eh… I mean truth!"
"OkayIStaredAtYouOnlyBecauseYou'reSoCuteAndIThinkILikeYouAndIWantYouTo BeMineAndI'llBeYourKnightInHeavyArmsAndWe'llColorTogetherAndBuildSnowMen TogetherAndDoShowAndTellTogetherAndAnnoyWufeiALotOrMaybeYou'llGetAlong WellButStillILikeYouSoWillYouBeMine?" Grinning like the baka he was, Duo used one of his special talents, which is outtalking anything and everything…fast.
So far the only words Heero wasn't able to take in was color…and uh… alright. So far the only words Heero was able to take in was color and what he thought was something that resembled the word mine.
Confused, and too proud to ask the braided boy to repeat what he said, the blue-eyed boy did something out of instinct instead… something that would change his life forever or at least make him reflect, before the sandman arrived at night, why he didn't just ask the baka to slowly repeat what he said.
"uhm… okay." Heero answered warily while praying for a few things.
He was hoping what Duo meant when he said all those gibberish was that he lost his crayons 'coz he's a baka. (Heero could never remember what that translated to in english)
He wished he wasn't blushing… because he sure did feel like he was.
He prayed to Papa God that said baka was staring at him 'coz he wanted to borrow his crayons… that Duo said something along the line of 'can I borrow your color? I lost mine.' Grammatically incorrect, yes. But what else couldthe american boy have said?
And he also prayed he didn't just get himself into something weird and impossible… like agreeing to being Duo's 'bride'.
He really really wished he wasn't blushing.
He found out a few minutes later that none of his prayers were answered.
TBC
'italics' mean thoughts.
