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Chapter Two
I am sick and it bites like a rabid chihuahua to the groin.
Duo was curled in front of his computer looking for something to distract him. Every ten minutes he checked his email, checked if his neopet was okay, checked if the comic he read had updated and when he was through with the rounds he typed until ten minutes later when he felt the need to check again. It was only six o'clock and it felt much, much later.
Already it was dark out and the birds had stopped singing. Far away a car peeled out above the soft music of 105.1 the Buzz. So boring. Someone email me, give me a computer virus, let the house burn down just let something happen already! He had been here all day feeling sick as a dog and wrapped up in a comforter. He couldn't sleep, dreams of a certain blue eyed someone were just too much to take.
So here he was, in front of the computer with a cold chocolate, his hair a messy tangle and dressed in his "day off clothes." He doubted anyone had ever had the pleasure of seeing shinigami wearing a ragged black tee-shirt with a large yellow smiley face covering the front and torn faded blue jeans. The shirt fit how he was feeling today, in the middle of the smiley face's forehead was a big black bullet-hole and blood was splattered everywhere. And the back, well the back was a pretty gruesome sight.
Just thinking about the shirt made him smile maliciously. Damn thing had it coming. Someday he would have to walk through Wal-Mart in this just to see how people reacted.
Evanescence came on the radio then and he hummed then sang along, stopping when he realized how terrible he sounded right now. And the singing didn't exactly help his sore throat. You know what, this is Wufei's fault; he had a cold a couple of days ago and now I've got it. Hey, speaking of them where the hell was everyone anyway?
Hmm, maybe I can use the power of my mind to make someone email me!! Mwahahaha, now concentrate. ConCenTrate....
"*ding* you've got mail!"
"Whoo hoo!" He clicked on the little icon and stared at the email eagerly. Let's see, steal passwords, newest spy ware... "GODDAMN JUNK!!" Snarling he hurled it into his trash can and emptied it vengefully.
"I give up, the world is against me, or at least the Internet. IT'S A GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU!!" No one agreed or argued, off course there was no one around but that wasn't the point.
Wait; was there a point to begin with? I don't know, this cold has fried my brain. Or I'm just hopped up/drunk on the cough syrup. Do they give kids this stuff? You could serve this at a bar there's so much alcohol in it!
....Something happen! I command the universe to do something!
The universe clearly didn't give a damn that he was bored and sick. He could swear the wind was laughing at him but then again, that could just be the cough syrup again. Slumping forward he started banging his head against the desk rhythmically.
"I *bang* hate *bang* my *bang* life!! *double bang*" After a second he giggled, "Ooh, brain damage! Just what I needed to add to my list of problems."
Just before he could start another round of banging his head the phone rang and he fumbled for it like his life depended on this call. He practically killed himself getting to it; after tripping, slapping his face against the couch and stepping on his cat, [sorry Pantha!] he reached it and answered, practically screaming, "Hello?!"
The person on the other side waited just long enough for Duo to think they had hung up before saying calmly, "Hello Duo."
Heero, it was Heero! Duo almost melted into a gooey puddle, he was sure his mind had at least. "Heero, what are you doing?"
"That's what I was calling to ask you. It's closing night and I want to know if you'd like to see it." He sounded distracted and Duo could hear people singing, "The hills are alive" in the background.
"Closing night, of what? I mean yeah I'll be there but what is it?"
Heero decided then to regress into choppy speech. "Sound of music, closing night, come, Quatre's on the way, bye." *cuh-lick*
Heero's in the sound of music? How the hell did that happen? And why the hell didn't I know?
...
OH SHINIGAMI! With a shock he realized he had only minutes to make himself look like he hadn't been barfing up his guts all day. MUST HURRY! Tripping over himself in his hurry he raced to the bathroom and scrubbed his face till he looked all bright-eyed and bushytailed, minus the tail part. The clothes would have to do, his hair was more important! He rummaged through the drawer until he found a brush and he dragged it through his hair, wincing at the sound of ripping when it hit a snag but in too much of a hurry to be more careful.
Where the hell are my shoes? Braiding his hair as he ran around he searched desperately for the missing tennies. The only thing he could find was those damn high-heeled boots that killed his feet but he pulled them on any way, after all they did make him taller. Just then Quatre pulled in and Duo was halfway to the door before he remembered that the pants were ripped in the ass and showed of his silky, heart-covered boxers.
Oh Shinigami take it all! I don't have time to change! His eyes fell on the trench coat and he swooped it up, it covered enough to save him humiliation. Pulling it on as he went he stumbled to the car and dived in, gasping for breath and mentally cheering like he had won a marathon. Oh yeah, three minutes flat! Who's the man, I'm the man!
Quatre made no comment on the spectacular entrance; he was just here to drive. While Duo panted and recovered in the back he drove them to the high school.
By halfway there Duo had gained his breath enough to lean forward and ask, "Hey Q-man, how come you guys never said Heero was in this play?"
"We did, you just kind of zoned it out."
Me? Zone out on information about Heero? Naw, there must be some mistake.
"Who does he play?" Duo snickered to himself at the sudden image that came to him of Heero playing a nun, habit and all.
"He's one of the Nazi soldiers. He doesn't show up until the end, he has one line and he actually sings in two songs."
Hmm, Heero as a Nazi. I bet he's the hottest one of all. Yummy.
Quatre continued on, ignorant of Duo's line of thought. "We have 45 minutes before it starts but we need to get there early to get good seats, yesterday there were over 400 people there and only seating for 200. It was pandemonium."
Duo mumbled noncommittally, his thoughts still dwelling on Nazi Heero. It's the perfect role for him, not say anything, not smile, just stand there and terrorize people. Yep, the role from fucking heaven. And to be honest Heaven was often a more serious threat then hell from his point of view.
"I've never seen the sound of music you know." Duo chewed on his lip thoughtfully.
"What?" Quatre turned to give him the most shocked and outraged face Duo had ever seen on the blonde. "I would have sworn everyone earth side or in the colonies had seen the sound of music!"
"Well I haven't! So sue me." Duo huffily sat back and crossed his arms. Okay, I need to get my voice to stop squeaking. It sounds like I'm going through puberty all over again. Damn sore throat.
The parking lot was half empty but then again, they were 45 minutes early to this thing. After smoothing his braid Duo slid out and followed Quatre to the high school and watched in amusement while the little Arab tried without success to find the unlocked door. Duo calmly reached past him and tugged open the first door, earning both a glare and a thankful look from the blonde.
Just on the other side of the doors was where you got your tickets and Duo, he realized with a shock, had a paltry two dollars to his name. It was seven dollars a ticket. Oh shit. "Quatre."
"Don't worry, Heero arranged it so we can get in free." Quatre smiled winningly at the ticket woman and she nodded in recognition, waving them through.
"Oh. Cool. Hey, what's that?" Duo pointed to a large tub full of flowers and people crowding around a little table holding pieces of bright yellow paper.
"For a quarter you can send a message to one of the cast, let them know you're in the audience, cheer them on, etc. For 1.50 you can send them a flower and for 2.00 you can send them a telegram, flower and a cookie." Quatre looked at the stuff a minute before walking over, mumbling something about how Trowa might like to get something.
Duo chewed his lip thoughtfully, would Heero like that? Oh hell, he had the money and what better way to spend it? As soon as the crowd died down just a tad he bounced over and slapped the money down. Quickly he took the paper and wrote to Hee-chan Yuy and under from scribbled; just lil ole shinigami, who else? And doodled a little grinning cat face underneath. He folded it in half and handed it to the boy behind the counter before looking through the flowers, selecting a blood red rose, almost black when not in direct light.
The boy looked at the name and grinned. "You know Heero Yuy? It seems like he gets half the stuff we sell here. I bet he wanted he could open up a flower shop by now." With another little smile he tucked the note and the wrapped up cookie into the flower's plastic and put it in the pile waiting to be delivered.
Humph, great, now I'm not only broke but I'm unoriginal too. Oh well, I Tried and that's all that matters. Now that his pockets had been emptied to support a not so needy cause he wandered over to where Quatre was holding a place in the line.
"How long until the doors to the auditorium open?"
"Not long, just about twenty minutes."
"Ah." So Duo resigned himself to being bored once more and started watching people as they came in. Ten minutes later the cafeteria was packed, the line going around the entire room and outside. A red haired girl next to him was humming something that he vaguely recognized as the theme from a final fantasy game. She's way off pitch. If he didn't have a sore throat he'd show her a thing or three.
Finally after a never ending torturous eternity in which he very nearly killed the bitch or ripped out her vocal cords to stop the abuse the doors opened. Oh Halleluiah! Praise Buddha and all that! Quite eagerly he raced through the doors, barely pausing to let the usher rip his ticket. He dragged Quatre to a seat in the third row, a little off to the right of the stage.
"Yay!" They plopped down and Quatre started leafing through the program, Duo doing the same. But there was only one thing Duo was looking for and half an eternity later he found it, Heero's name just below Trowa's. Before he could squeal in excitement the lights dimmed and the band started. It was only when the nuns started singing that Duo realized what a poor choice these seats were.
He couldn't hear a damn word. With the band right beside him it overpowered the pitiful singer's efforts. Half the time he couldn't even hear the conversation and a fat, tall and balding man was directly in front of him so anything happen center stage was eclipsed. The chair was hard and by the third song his body was screaming at him to stretch away the soreness. What only, ten more songs until intermission? Well this fucking sucks.
But when the party seen started and he saw Heero it was all worth it. Heero wasn't in his Nazi uniform yet and he was simply an extra party guest but he was the reason why Duo was going through this slow torture. Nearly hidden behind a curtain it took a couple of looks to be sure it was the right man.
He looked damn fine. His hair was slicked back, most likely for the first time in his life and he had a little bit of a five o clock shadow. The perfectly cut black suit didn't hurt either. Duo had to fight not to drool. Though to be fair, Duo had to fight the urge to drool no matter what Heero was wearing. He looked so different but not in a bad way. Again Duo thought quietly, 'yummy.'
After that Duo ignored the plot, he ignored the singing, he ignored everything; he only had eyes for Heero. Even as a background character he stood out and Duo, with a pang of jealousy, realized that most teenagers of both sexes were sighing in the same direction.
None too soon and at the same time long before he had wished the curtain closed and intermission began. Duo sprung out of his seat and started bouncing through the crowd, stretching and doing calisthenics. Practically cheering he bounced out of the auditorium hoping to catch a glimpse of Heero but the hall was blocked off with a sign saying, "Cast members only."
Damn. So instead of seeing Heero he walked around, talked to people and became once more unbelievably bored. When the doors opened again he was just as eager to get in as he had been to get out.
Quatre had decided that they needed to move seats and now they were way in the back in the bleachers and off to the left this time. Advantages; you could actually hear what the hell they were saying and the music had lyrics. Oh, also there were no big tall people blocking his view as he was raised above them all. Disadvantages; they were too far away to really see the people's faces, including Heero's.
Double damn. One has to ask oneself, which is the lesser of two great evils?
Well too bad too late the lights have dimmed and that shrill Maria has made her way to center stage and was balling like a lovesick calf again. Duo just sighed and waited through it for Heero to reappear. It was a little amusing to notice while he was waiting that every time Trowa came on stage Quatre gripped his arm and squealed like a little girl. This boy has it BAD.
Well anyway, the play went on, with Duo wondering in spite of himself how the people managed to change their costumes completely in less than two minutes. FINALLY Heero reappeared with the other Nazis. As Maria and the children ran around singing, "These are a few of my favorite things" he could just make out Heero's deep velvet voice chiming in harmony.
Then the play ended and even before the curtains closed Duo was on his feet, cheering, clapping hard enough that he thought his hands might fall off and screaming Heero's name. He was easily the most energetic person in the audience, all he needed was a pair of pom poms and a skirt and he could try out for the freaking cheerleading squad.
He couldn't help it, he yelled, whistled and catcalled until he was hoarse and even then he kept at it. When Quatre told him that the cast was going to be in the cafeteria to talk to people he was one of the first out, squeezing past people and looking around for Heero.
There he was. Duo's heart beat faster at seeing he was only holding one rose, a deep red one and eating a cookie. M-mine? He wiggled through to Heero and grinned like a mad man.
"Heero! I saw you up there! That was great! You were easily one of the best- looking Nazis! Did you get my stuff?" He bounced all around Heero his voice racing but luckily not squeaking and cracking.
"Yeah, thanks." That was all Heero got out before a rabid swarm of fans and friends swept him away. Duo looked after Heero with disappointment and then turned to get out of the press of bodies. He wasn't claustrophobic but that horde could change that fact real quick. So he escaped, outside and into the crisp, cold, starry night.
In a few minutes Quatre came out, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed. Duo took it he had met up with Trowa. "Hey buddy, where are the other two?" Duo winced at how his voice came out a shallow rasp and at the painful raw scratch his throat had become. Note to self, do not scream when sick with sore throat.
"They went to a cast party and said to go home without them. Hey, are you okay?"
Duo nodded before rasping, "Throat's just a lil sore."
"Yeah I'll bet, Heero and Trowa said that they heard you all the way in the hall."
Great, then the sore throat is worth it! Oh yeah, happy dance...why's the sky spinning?
Duo realized that he was sick, he was cold, and he was very, very tired. After all, he had just spent four hours on a hard bench and screamed his fool head off. Quatre understood and they went to the car without another word. Once in the front seat Duo slumped down, grinning to himself sleepily. Ah, life once more was good. Uh, wait a sec. He opened the door again and snatched his braid and trench coat in, he hated when he shut them in the door like that...
Where was he? Oh yeah, life was good once more. Slowly he let himself drift off in the front sleep for pleasant dreams.
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Chapter Two
I am sick and it bites like a rabid chihuahua to the groin.
Duo was curled in front of his computer looking for something to distract him. Every ten minutes he checked his email, checked if his neopet was okay, checked if the comic he read had updated and when he was through with the rounds he typed until ten minutes later when he felt the need to check again. It was only six o'clock and it felt much, much later.
Already it was dark out and the birds had stopped singing. Far away a car peeled out above the soft music of 105.1 the Buzz. So boring. Someone email me, give me a computer virus, let the house burn down just let something happen already! He had been here all day feeling sick as a dog and wrapped up in a comforter. He couldn't sleep, dreams of a certain blue eyed someone were just too much to take.
So here he was, in front of the computer with a cold chocolate, his hair a messy tangle and dressed in his "day off clothes." He doubted anyone had ever had the pleasure of seeing shinigami wearing a ragged black tee-shirt with a large yellow smiley face covering the front and torn faded blue jeans. The shirt fit how he was feeling today, in the middle of the smiley face's forehead was a big black bullet-hole and blood was splattered everywhere. And the back, well the back was a pretty gruesome sight.
Just thinking about the shirt made him smile maliciously. Damn thing had it coming. Someday he would have to walk through Wal-Mart in this just to see how people reacted.
Evanescence came on the radio then and he hummed then sang along, stopping when he realized how terrible he sounded right now. And the singing didn't exactly help his sore throat. You know what, this is Wufei's fault; he had a cold a couple of days ago and now I've got it. Hey, speaking of them where the hell was everyone anyway?
Hmm, maybe I can use the power of my mind to make someone email me!! Mwahahaha, now concentrate. ConCenTrate....
"*ding* you've got mail!"
"Whoo hoo!" He clicked on the little icon and stared at the email eagerly. Let's see, steal passwords, newest spy ware... "GODDAMN JUNK!!" Snarling he hurled it into his trash can and emptied it vengefully.
"I give up, the world is against me, or at least the Internet. IT'S A GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU!!" No one agreed or argued, off course there was no one around but that wasn't the point.
Wait; was there a point to begin with? I don't know, this cold has fried my brain. Or I'm just hopped up/drunk on the cough syrup. Do they give kids this stuff? You could serve this at a bar there's so much alcohol in it!
....Something happen! I command the universe to do something!
The universe clearly didn't give a damn that he was bored and sick. He could swear the wind was laughing at him but then again, that could just be the cough syrup again. Slumping forward he started banging his head against the desk rhythmically.
"I *bang* hate *bang* my *bang* life!! *double bang*" After a second he giggled, "Ooh, brain damage! Just what I needed to add to my list of problems."
Just before he could start another round of banging his head the phone rang and he fumbled for it like his life depended on this call. He practically killed himself getting to it; after tripping, slapping his face against the couch and stepping on his cat, [sorry Pantha!] he reached it and answered, practically screaming, "Hello?!"
The person on the other side waited just long enough for Duo to think they had hung up before saying calmly, "Hello Duo."
Heero, it was Heero! Duo almost melted into a gooey puddle, he was sure his mind had at least. "Heero, what are you doing?"
"That's what I was calling to ask you. It's closing night and I want to know if you'd like to see it." He sounded distracted and Duo could hear people singing, "The hills are alive" in the background.
"Closing night, of what? I mean yeah I'll be there but what is it?"
Heero decided then to regress into choppy speech. "Sound of music, closing night, come, Quatre's on the way, bye." *cuh-lick*
Heero's in the sound of music? How the hell did that happen? And why the hell didn't I know?
...
OH SHINIGAMI! With a shock he realized he had only minutes to make himself look like he hadn't been barfing up his guts all day. MUST HURRY! Tripping over himself in his hurry he raced to the bathroom and scrubbed his face till he looked all bright-eyed and bushytailed, minus the tail part. The clothes would have to do, his hair was more important! He rummaged through the drawer until he found a brush and he dragged it through his hair, wincing at the sound of ripping when it hit a snag but in too much of a hurry to be more careful.
Where the hell are my shoes? Braiding his hair as he ran around he searched desperately for the missing tennies. The only thing he could find was those damn high-heeled boots that killed his feet but he pulled them on any way, after all they did make him taller. Just then Quatre pulled in and Duo was halfway to the door before he remembered that the pants were ripped in the ass and showed of his silky, heart-covered boxers.
Oh Shinigami take it all! I don't have time to change! His eyes fell on the trench coat and he swooped it up, it covered enough to save him humiliation. Pulling it on as he went he stumbled to the car and dived in, gasping for breath and mentally cheering like he had won a marathon. Oh yeah, three minutes flat! Who's the man, I'm the man!
Quatre made no comment on the spectacular entrance; he was just here to drive. While Duo panted and recovered in the back he drove them to the high school.
By halfway there Duo had gained his breath enough to lean forward and ask, "Hey Q-man, how come you guys never said Heero was in this play?"
"We did, you just kind of zoned it out."
Me? Zone out on information about Heero? Naw, there must be some mistake.
"Who does he play?" Duo snickered to himself at the sudden image that came to him of Heero playing a nun, habit and all.
"He's one of the Nazi soldiers. He doesn't show up until the end, he has one line and he actually sings in two songs."
Hmm, Heero as a Nazi. I bet he's the hottest one of all. Yummy.
Quatre continued on, ignorant of Duo's line of thought. "We have 45 minutes before it starts but we need to get there early to get good seats, yesterday there were over 400 people there and only seating for 200. It was pandemonium."
Duo mumbled noncommittally, his thoughts still dwelling on Nazi Heero. It's the perfect role for him, not say anything, not smile, just stand there and terrorize people. Yep, the role from fucking heaven. And to be honest Heaven was often a more serious threat then hell from his point of view.
"I've never seen the sound of music you know." Duo chewed on his lip thoughtfully.
"What?" Quatre turned to give him the most shocked and outraged face Duo had ever seen on the blonde. "I would have sworn everyone earth side or in the colonies had seen the sound of music!"
"Well I haven't! So sue me." Duo huffily sat back and crossed his arms. Okay, I need to get my voice to stop squeaking. It sounds like I'm going through puberty all over again. Damn sore throat.
The parking lot was half empty but then again, they were 45 minutes early to this thing. After smoothing his braid Duo slid out and followed Quatre to the high school and watched in amusement while the little Arab tried without success to find the unlocked door. Duo calmly reached past him and tugged open the first door, earning both a glare and a thankful look from the blonde.
Just on the other side of the doors was where you got your tickets and Duo, he realized with a shock, had a paltry two dollars to his name. It was seven dollars a ticket. Oh shit. "Quatre."
"Don't worry, Heero arranged it so we can get in free." Quatre smiled winningly at the ticket woman and she nodded in recognition, waving them through.
"Oh. Cool. Hey, what's that?" Duo pointed to a large tub full of flowers and people crowding around a little table holding pieces of bright yellow paper.
"For a quarter you can send a message to one of the cast, let them know you're in the audience, cheer them on, etc. For 1.50 you can send them a flower and for 2.00 you can send them a telegram, flower and a cookie." Quatre looked at the stuff a minute before walking over, mumbling something about how Trowa might like to get something.
Duo chewed his lip thoughtfully, would Heero like that? Oh hell, he had the money and what better way to spend it? As soon as the crowd died down just a tad he bounced over and slapped the money down. Quickly he took the paper and wrote to Hee-chan Yuy and under from scribbled; just lil ole shinigami, who else? And doodled a little grinning cat face underneath. He folded it in half and handed it to the boy behind the counter before looking through the flowers, selecting a blood red rose, almost black when not in direct light.
The boy looked at the name and grinned. "You know Heero Yuy? It seems like he gets half the stuff we sell here. I bet he wanted he could open up a flower shop by now." With another little smile he tucked the note and the wrapped up cookie into the flower's plastic and put it in the pile waiting to be delivered.
Humph, great, now I'm not only broke but I'm unoriginal too. Oh well, I Tried and that's all that matters. Now that his pockets had been emptied to support a not so needy cause he wandered over to where Quatre was holding a place in the line.
"How long until the doors to the auditorium open?"
"Not long, just about twenty minutes."
"Ah." So Duo resigned himself to being bored once more and started watching people as they came in. Ten minutes later the cafeteria was packed, the line going around the entire room and outside. A red haired girl next to him was humming something that he vaguely recognized as the theme from a final fantasy game. She's way off pitch. If he didn't have a sore throat he'd show her a thing or three.
Finally after a never ending torturous eternity in which he very nearly killed the bitch or ripped out her vocal cords to stop the abuse the doors opened. Oh Halleluiah! Praise Buddha and all that! Quite eagerly he raced through the doors, barely pausing to let the usher rip his ticket. He dragged Quatre to a seat in the third row, a little off to the right of the stage.
"Yay!" They plopped down and Quatre started leafing through the program, Duo doing the same. But there was only one thing Duo was looking for and half an eternity later he found it, Heero's name just below Trowa's. Before he could squeal in excitement the lights dimmed and the band started. It was only when the nuns started singing that Duo realized what a poor choice these seats were.
He couldn't hear a damn word. With the band right beside him it overpowered the pitiful singer's efforts. Half the time he couldn't even hear the conversation and a fat, tall and balding man was directly in front of him so anything happen center stage was eclipsed. The chair was hard and by the third song his body was screaming at him to stretch away the soreness. What only, ten more songs until intermission? Well this fucking sucks.
But when the party seen started and he saw Heero it was all worth it. Heero wasn't in his Nazi uniform yet and he was simply an extra party guest but he was the reason why Duo was going through this slow torture. Nearly hidden behind a curtain it took a couple of looks to be sure it was the right man.
He looked damn fine. His hair was slicked back, most likely for the first time in his life and he had a little bit of a five o clock shadow. The perfectly cut black suit didn't hurt either. Duo had to fight not to drool. Though to be fair, Duo had to fight the urge to drool no matter what Heero was wearing. He looked so different but not in a bad way. Again Duo thought quietly, 'yummy.'
After that Duo ignored the plot, he ignored the singing, he ignored everything; he only had eyes for Heero. Even as a background character he stood out and Duo, with a pang of jealousy, realized that most teenagers of both sexes were sighing in the same direction.
None too soon and at the same time long before he had wished the curtain closed and intermission began. Duo sprung out of his seat and started bouncing through the crowd, stretching and doing calisthenics. Practically cheering he bounced out of the auditorium hoping to catch a glimpse of Heero but the hall was blocked off with a sign saying, "Cast members only."
Damn. So instead of seeing Heero he walked around, talked to people and became once more unbelievably bored. When the doors opened again he was just as eager to get in as he had been to get out.
Quatre had decided that they needed to move seats and now they were way in the back in the bleachers and off to the left this time. Advantages; you could actually hear what the hell they were saying and the music had lyrics. Oh, also there were no big tall people blocking his view as he was raised above them all. Disadvantages; they were too far away to really see the people's faces, including Heero's.
Double damn. One has to ask oneself, which is the lesser of two great evils?
Well too bad too late the lights have dimmed and that shrill Maria has made her way to center stage and was balling like a lovesick calf again. Duo just sighed and waited through it for Heero to reappear. It was a little amusing to notice while he was waiting that every time Trowa came on stage Quatre gripped his arm and squealed like a little girl. This boy has it BAD.
Well anyway, the play went on, with Duo wondering in spite of himself how the people managed to change their costumes completely in less than two minutes. FINALLY Heero reappeared with the other Nazis. As Maria and the children ran around singing, "These are a few of my favorite things" he could just make out Heero's deep velvet voice chiming in harmony.
Then the play ended and even before the curtains closed Duo was on his feet, cheering, clapping hard enough that he thought his hands might fall off and screaming Heero's name. He was easily the most energetic person in the audience, all he needed was a pair of pom poms and a skirt and he could try out for the freaking cheerleading squad.
He couldn't help it, he yelled, whistled and catcalled until he was hoarse and even then he kept at it. When Quatre told him that the cast was going to be in the cafeteria to talk to people he was one of the first out, squeezing past people and looking around for Heero.
There he was. Duo's heart beat faster at seeing he was only holding one rose, a deep red one and eating a cookie. M-mine? He wiggled through to Heero and grinned like a mad man.
"Heero! I saw you up there! That was great! You were easily one of the best- looking Nazis! Did you get my stuff?" He bounced all around Heero his voice racing but luckily not squeaking and cracking.
"Yeah, thanks." That was all Heero got out before a rabid swarm of fans and friends swept him away. Duo looked after Heero with disappointment and then turned to get out of the press of bodies. He wasn't claustrophobic but that horde could change that fact real quick. So he escaped, outside and into the crisp, cold, starry night.
In a few minutes Quatre came out, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed. Duo took it he had met up with Trowa. "Hey buddy, where are the other two?" Duo winced at how his voice came out a shallow rasp and at the painful raw scratch his throat had become. Note to self, do not scream when sick with sore throat.
"They went to a cast party and said to go home without them. Hey, are you okay?"
Duo nodded before rasping, "Throat's just a lil sore."
"Yeah I'll bet, Heero and Trowa said that they heard you all the way in the hall."
Great, then the sore throat is worth it! Oh yeah, happy dance...why's the sky spinning?
Duo realized that he was sick, he was cold, and he was very, very tired. After all, he had just spent four hours on a hard bench and screamed his fool head off. Quatre understood and they went to the car without another word. Once in the front seat Duo slumped down, grinning to himself sleepily. Ah, life once more was good. Uh, wait a sec. He opened the door again and snatched his braid and trench coat in, he hated when he shut them in the door like that...
Where was he? Oh yeah, life was good once more. Slowly he let himself drift off in the front sleep for pleasant dreams.
Like I said before, my reviews got erased along with the original version. I would appreciate anyone who is willing to help replace them. Please and thanks!