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Chapter 12:
Beginnings:
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Right when Jessy and Trowa left...
'What's wrong with him? Did I do something? Is he actually being NICE to ME?' Duo thought, he couldn't miss that hurt, sadness, emptiness, and bitterness that had frosted itself in Heero's eyes.
As he headed toward his room, the third door on the right, he passed Heero's room, the door right before his. As soon as he had come within a foot of Heero's room, he heard a loud crashing sound. 'What the hell? Is he trying to tear down the place!?' Duo thought, and he kept on to his room, but then he heard something that could be described as, smashing machinery. 'The only electronics in there is...HIS LAPTOP!?[1]He smashed his laptop!? That's serious...' The American decided to go into his room, and listen from there at the destruction the Japanese was causing.
After about five minutes, no more sounds of destruction could be heard, and Duo was thankful that Quatre was at the end of the hall, and probably was asleep, so he couldn't hear the mass destruction taking place in the building. The last sound that Duo heard was a hard 'thud' then 'crack', that sounded of something blunt and heavy hitting the wall. When noise ceased to continue from the Japanese's room, he got worried. 'What the hell could he be doing!?' The American thought, as he heard not one footstep or shuffle from inside the other room.
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'I'm so stupid...He hates me, he defends the Ozzie! He has to hate me! But I'll do whatever he says...' Heero thought, his emotions and thoughts were jumbled in chaos. He stormed up to his room, and as soon as he entered, he took his anger and frustration out on his bed. Flipping the whole thing over, frame, mattress, and box spring. That didn't help, but he tried to calm himself down, sitting down at the desk. As he drummed his fingers rapidly, and harshly, sending pin needles of pain through his hands, he couldn't take the pent up frustration. Slamming his fist into the desk, it cracked under the blow. Though his fist had large splinters of wood imbedded in it, and small streams of blood running down the fingers onto his laptop, his anger flared onto the piece of hardware.
With one quick movement, the laptop, plug, and outlet were flung into the sidewall, the compact computer crashing into a few dozen pieces. 'What's wrong with me!? I've never let things get to me! I'm the Perfect Soldier, I can take care of any 'feelings'!' One of the voices commanded him, his 'soldier' conscience. 'NO! I hate being the 'Perfect Soldier! I want to be 'human', I want to feel compassion!' The younger, more innocent voice stated, this voice was strong, but not commanding, his conscience that brimmed with emotion, even with the lack of it.
Even more confused than before, he started to pace, kicking the items in the floor violently. A few minutes of this passed, while he tried to sort things out, but it wasn't working, just making his head hurt. In one final bout of anger and frustration, Heero punched the wall with a lot of strength, by the force of the blow, the wall crumbled in a hole around his fist. Without thinking, the exhausted Japanese yanked his hand out of the thick plaster wall, and sunk to the floor. Now both hands were a bloody mess, but his right fist had bits of plaster and dust embedded under the flowing rivers of blood that flowed from the fresh rips and holes in his flesh.
Totally confused and dazed, Heero drew his knees up to his chest, and he sat his head on his knees. Taking measured deep breaths, trying to calm himself, but fount it wasn't working. Finally the younger, emotional voice took control, and Heero fount himself releasing his emotions in a way he'd never expressed, through tears and shaking sobs. As the first salty tears flowed down his cheek, seeping into the corner of his mouth, confirmed to Heero he was crying. Though he didn't care, he just sat there in the corner of the ever dimming room, as the sun set lower in the sky.
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Duo cautiously exited his room, letting the dog out and free through the house. He knocked lightly on the door, expecting no answer or a growl, he cringed in waiting. "Go away." Came the husky, yet muffled reply, and Duo furrowed his brows, something wasn't right.
"Heero?" He questioned as he pushed open the door, and heard a frustrated sigh from the far end of the room. The sun was almost fully set, and little light lit the room, and Duo reached for the light switch.
"Don't cut it on!" Came the snapped reply, though still muffled, as though he wasn't even looking up. Opening the door even further, the American let the hallway light flood into the room, lighting up the damage done.
"Damn, you must really be mad at me..." Duo mumbled, as his gaze filtered toward the huddled boy in the far corner. His gazed locked onto the trembling boy, and Duo was confused at first. Heero's head snapped up at the mumbled words he heard escape the braided one's lips. Unfortunately he didn't expect to see the American starring at him, and when he looked up, eyes met, Duo seeing the tear streaked face.
Heero laid his head back down on his knees, now frustrated and actually scared, scared of rejection and embarrassment. "No...I'm not mad at you." He replied, as more tears cascaded down his face, and seeped through the fabric of his jeans.
"Heero...I..." Duo was searching for words, but in his shocked daze, his heart was breaking at the sight of the Japanese, totally lost look. Then the amethyst eyes noticed the blood that was on the others pants, looking over Heero quickly, he didn't at first see the bloodied fists that were hid in his lap. But the crying boy moved slightly, bringing his arms back around to huddle his knees closer to his chest, when Duo seen the damage. "Your hands..." Duo gasped, as he hurried toward the Japanese, reaching for a wrist gently, Heero flinched at the sudden contact. "I need to clean these up..." The braided one told the Japanese, as he stood back up.
"Hn." Was the reply, and Duo smiled meekly, the sight of the Japanese looking so helpless and lost, was heart wrenching for him. He walked over and into the bathroom, that Heero's room was conveniently connected to, and pulled out the medical kit, and then filled a basin full of water.
Bringing the needed items back to the bedroom, and sitting them beside the still hunched up Japanese, Duo sighed. "What made you do a fool thing like sticking your fist through the wall?" He questioned, looking expectantly at Heero for the answer, while he started to gently clean away the blood on his right hand.
"I don't know." Came the reply, now calmed, apparently he had stopped crying, and was recollecting himself.
"Well next time, make sure its a damn good reason." Duo teased, as he started to poor antiseptic onto Heero's mutilated knuckles and fingers.
"Itai!" Heero said clenching his teeth at the searing pain the liquid caused his wounds.
"Gomen, I know." Duo apologized to the Japanese, who had tensed ten fold at the unexpected solution. Now the American efficiently bandaged the hand, and moved on to the other.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Heero asked, not looking up from where his face was still buried in his knees. That got the braided one a little off guard, cause he stopped and starred at the mop of wild chocolate brown hair.
"What? You're hurt! Damn it Heero, I am trying to help..." Duo answered him, his voice low but full of the disbelief he was struck with, and the understanding he was trying to use to get the other boy to understand. Heero apparently didn't get the message cause he sighed again, and pulled his hands away from Duo as soon as the American had finished.
"Duo..." Came a near whisper, as if the Japanese was talking to himself, or to a dream, the braided pilot turned to look back down at the other when he had returned from the bathroom. "Gomen...I didn't mean to hurt you..." He whispered, and started to say a few other incoherent phrases before more hot tears flooded down his face, warping his voice with sobs.
The DeathScythe Pilot was like a deer caught in headlights, he had no idea what to do. 'He just apologized!....No duh!....But, I don't think he knows I'm still here...So?...I don't want to leave him like that....Then don't...But...No buts, apparently he's confused, comfort him baka!...I...Look at him, you know you want to...I think he hates me...Why'd he be begging for forgiveness and crying if he did?...I don't know about this...You know you want to!...True, but still...' [2]Duo battled his own thoughts, being torn between leaving the Japanese to sort it out, or comforting him like he had so longed to do, hold the 'Perfect Soldier', who's mask had been cracked.
Duo walked slowly back toward Heero, and caught the sobbing sentence. "I....know he hates me...But I can....still try and...be nice..." Was all he could make out, and he immediately crouched down to Heero's level, knowing he should right what the Japanese thought.
"No..." The braided one said, placing his hand on the other's shoulder, making the Japanese flinch, and head shot up, surprised by Duo's presence. "I don't hate you! How could I hate you Heero?" The American questioned, giving a meek smile to the other boy, while searching the red and puffy blood shot, Prussian blue eyes.
"How could you not? After I hurt you like that...How could you forgive me? I hurt you..." Heero retorted, his tears turned silent, and he talked with relative calm.
"It was my fault, I should have known my boundaries, I understand that you guys need time to be AWAY from me...Like I had to be away from you guys, it makes sense, we're stuck together for days, even weeks at a time in one place...Do you really think we're going to be all up to par with each other?" Duo stated, as he reached over and brushed away a few of the locks of brown hair from Heero's face. Instinctively, the Japanese leaned into the touch, the touch he had craved since he'd first met the amethyst eyed pilot.
"But still, I...tried to kill you..." Heero reminded him, and Duo rolled out laughed.
"You wouldn't have pulled the trigger, even if you wanted to! You know you love me to much to do that!" Duo joked, as he looked back at the Japanese who's eyes glistened with the tears that were still locked in. Going back to being serious, the American sat down beside Heero, and looked him in the eyes. "Why did you just 'give up' the argument with Jessy, when I started in?"
"That's what you wanted, and I vowed to not hurt you anymore, thus you could have what ever you wanted...As long as I could supply it." Heero answered, meaning every word of it, though he still didn't like Jessy, he'd accept her, for Duo's sake.
To say the least, Duo was shell shocked, and dumbstruck, he'd never believe that Heero Yuy, the same boy who used to ignore him and be cold, was offering anything and everything he could offer at Duo's will! The American quickly made sure that the Japanese wasn't drunk or hallucinating, and when he locked gazes with the Prussian eyed beauty, he saw the sadness, torment, and passion within. Duo smiled broadly, and knew that the boy of his dreams cared for him, deeply, only that could be expressed the way his eyes almost cried it out.
"Heero...I..." For once, Duo was at a lost for words, and he tried to search for the words to express himself. Finally after a few moments of silence, and the Japanese's sigh of frustration and pain, the brash American decided actions speak louder than words. Deciding not to do what he'd always wanted, kiss the luscious, fine, pink, perfect lips of the Perfect Soldier, he choose to start off with a simple display of compassion, and offer comfort to the distraught boy.
Leaning toward the Japanese, who still had his face buried in his knees, Duo wrapped his arms around Heero, in a comforting hug, that meant much more than it seemed. Feeling the invasive arms, at first the Wing pilot tensed, then relaxed quickly at the realization it was Duo's whose arms were wrapped around him. "Duo..." He sighed, as he lifted his head up, and slowly stretched out his now stiff legs.
The braided pilot moved his arms, snaking them around to pull the boy into his lap, Heero easily complied, caught in the ice melting moment. Duo pushed some o the hairs out of the other's eyes, and stared into the Prussian depths that you could get lost in. 'God, this is to much...I'm taking advantage of his emotional breakdown! How sick am I!? But I won't do anything, will I?...What if he does something?...Yeah right...I wouldn't doubt it.' The two voices battled out again, as both boys inched closer, until both sets of lips met in a gentle, uncertain kiss. 'O GOD!...I told you...This is wonderful...You said it...So warm, I never want this moment to end...' As quickly as it happened, the breath taking, gentle kiss was broken, both boys embarrassed, yet yearning for more.
"I...I..." The perfect soldier tried to form words, but none came to his slightly moving lips. Duo's yearning and pent up passion for the Japanese, couldn't take it, and quickly claimed the pink lips with his own. "Mmph." Was the muffled and surprised noise that escaped Heero's throat as he quickly joined in the kiss, parting his lips slightly at the teasing of Duo's tongue on his bottom lip. The braided one took the silent and timid invitation, letting his tongue slowly explore the hot cavern. Rubbing his tongue against Heero's, the Japanese responded by creating a spar between the two.
All to soon, but minutes had passed and the two couldn't survive without breathing, they parted. 'That was wonderful...Amazing...Awesome...It was Heero!...Yeah, and he looks so _hot_ right now, look at him!' The voices shared with one another, piling note upon note of how amazing the kiss was.
Both pair of lips were swollen, and red, each boy's cheeks flushed with a tint of red. "That was..." Heero tried to think of a word that would describe the experience he had just token part in.
"Unbelievable, unreal, amazing!" Duo filled in for him, and the Japanese nodded, but it was so much more than that.
"My first." Heero announced, and the braided pilot stared at him as if he had two heads. "And I'd never expected it to be from you..." He told Duo, smirking ever so slightly, awe in the Japanese's voice.
"Same here..." The Deathsctythe pilot admitted, and pulled Heero to him, loving the warmth that engulfed him when he was touching the Wing pilot. Duo's mind and body needed that comfort, as he remembered what had happened that night in the Oz base, he internally shivered but knew he was alright with the Japanese, that was in his arms.
"I don't want to move...I want this to last, forever." Heero whispered, almost dreamingly, and he felt Duo's head nod.
"Who said it can't? Just not here..." Duo told him, kissing the bronzed ear. The simple action sent shivers and lightning bolts of delight through Heero, all ending up in between his legs.
"Aa." Came the response, and Duo slowly released the messy haired other. "My room's a mess..." He announced, almost a note of humor in the soft, firm voice.
"My room isn't..." The braided pilot admitted as he hoisted Heero up, not grabbing his injured hands. "Come ooooon." Duo playfully pleaded as he pulled the Japanese with him, by the elbow, bouncing enthusiastically as he did so.
"You're to excited." Heero stated, with a soft smirk on his lips, as he was being gently pulled into Duo's room. "I'm surprised I can see your floor." He added teasingly to the braided boy, who he now wrapped his arms around, possessively yet shyly. The American beamed at Heero, as he made his way over to the closet, the Japanese's arms still wrapped around his waist.
"To get changed, we gotta separate...I don't think we'd both fit in the same pair of boxers..." As soon as the words came out, Duo blushed, he didn't realize it was going to sound like that. "I mean..." He tried to correct himself but Heero put a finger to his lips to hush him.
"I know." The Japanese told him, as he unwrapped his arms and sat down on the bed right behind him. Pulling his shirt off, and throwing it in with Duo's shirt in the floor by the door, he stood to pull his jeans off. Both boys' heart racing, they'd dreamed of sleeping in the other's arms, but never truly believed it would happen, and they were afraid it was just a dream.
As Duo pulled his black sweatpants off, exposing the white bandage that was wrapped around his leg, Heero got his first real view of Duo. Only clad in his black silk boxers, the boy was stunningly beautiful, perfectly proportioned, even the multiple scars didn't damage his beauty. Heero reached a hand out, and ran it down a slash that marred the boy's back, Duo instinctively tensed and shrunk away from the touch. Suddenly remembering it was Heero, and the Japanese wouldn't hurt him, he turned to face him.
The bronze skinned pilot had only a pair of dark blue boxers on, a noticeable bulge in the middle, Duo smiled, he was also sporting a bulge now. "How did you get those?" Heero asked, as he ran two fingers down another large scar that was on Duo's abdomen.
"Ozzies, when I was captured last year...They really did a number on me, ne?" He questioned with a sad smirk, that Heero didn't miss.
"Gomen nasai, I wanted to go back when I seen you hadn't made it out..." The Japanese sadly admitted, adverting his gaze from the American.
"It wasn't your fault...I'd have rather it been just me, then more than one of us..." Duo told him, lifting the other's chin up with two fingers. "I don't want you to think it was your fault...It was mine for being stupid enough to not keep right behind you." He told him, and drew into the awaiting lips, this time, Heero took the lead, and teased the braided boy's lips open, letting his tongue explore the new territory. Duo sighed internally he loved this, but he was actually mortally terrified of what Heero might want next.
'O god...I don't know what's the matter with you, he won't be like-them-...I know, but still, I don't think I can handle it...If you tell him you're not ready, won't he accept that? He did tell you he'd do what ever you ask of him...You're right...I know...' The two voices discussed the welled up fear, and pain of Duo's, he didn't want to break down now, when he finally had the one thing he'd die for to obtain, true love, Heero.
The Japanese noticed the sudden tension and hesitation in the DeathScythe pilot, and he drew away from the swollen, luscious, soft lips and gazed into the amethyst pools. "What's wrong?" He asked, fearful that Duo didn't care for him, or he was doing something wrong.
"I...I...Can't..." Heero hung his head, he knew it was coming, the braided boy didn't love him, like him, want him. "I can't go any further, than this...I...I'm not ready..." Duo admitted, tears welling his eyes at the admittance, and the look of hurt that had crossed the Wing pilot's face before he had even confessed.
To say the least, Heero was over joyed, he wasn't ready either, and it also gave him the chance to still clarify his intentions with Duo. "Me either..." He told the chestnut haired wonder, as he sat down on bed, breathing a sigh of relief. "Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't try it, not if you didn't want me to...I told you, I'd do what ever I can for you." Heero told him, and Duo beamed, his tension and hesitation gone, as he pounced on the boy that was sitting on his bed.
After being prisoner in a lip lock, Heero gazed into the violet eyes, the many questions he wanted to, no needed to ask his braided love, were numerous and relentless. "Tell me..." Heero started, a little awkward because he didn't know how to phrase the question. "Tell me about Duo Maxwell, I want to know everything about him." He stated, and immediately reconsidered his question after the pain, fear, and sadness that enveloped the amethyst pools. "You don't have to tell me..." He tried to reseal the wound he'd just cut open.
"No...I want to talk about it..." And thus began the hour of Duo explaining his life, from the time he could first think, being orphan, the Maxwell Church, Dr. G, being at the Oz base, and why he snapped on his beloved.
"Gomen Duo...I had no idea." Heero told him, holding the braided boy tightly and possessively as he cried. The Japanese buried his face in the chestnut locks that he had previously set free from their braided bond. "Ai Shiteru, Duo, gomen nasai..." He desperately tried to comfort the American, and accidentally admitted his love for the boy.
Duo was struck like a lightning bolt, his body tensed for a moment, as it registered through his head, Heero LOVED him!?! 'I told you...Shut up, I can't believe it...Believe it...I do, but its so hard, so *different* for him...He loves you, that's all that matters...Maybe its from the stress, its all in his head!?...No, he loves you, stop arguing and admit!' Finally Duo sighed, he could never win, even though it was him he was arguing with, so it was kind of hard to win or loss. Heero dreaded what was to come, he noticed the tension and apprehension that coursed through the American, he didn't love the Japanese.
"I love you too Heero." Duo admitted, and both boys shared the perfect moment starring passionately into one another's eyes. Sharing one more kiss, they reluctantly let sleep over come them, and fell asleep, entangled in one another's arms.
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Trowa and Jessy were back, and were lightly chatting with Quatre, and suddenly remembered. "Where is Duo?" She questioned, quite curious why the braided boy wasn't down here, he must be asleep, it was 2 A.M. after all.
"Uh...In bed." Came the answer, and Jessy raised an eyebrow, the blonde seemed to be flustered, as he dug his face into the crook of Trowa's neck. But Jessy couldn't miss the bright blush that was spread across his face.
'This is gonna be good!' She thought to herself, knowing perfectly well what the blonde was not telling her. "Oh! I'm glad they've made up, those two were killing me to get them together..." Jessy sighed, relieved that the braided boy had someone that truly loved him, and could give him what he wanted and needed. Subconsciously, she started to fidget, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and her hands swiftly un done her braid, and re did the flowing mass into a ponytail, letting the strands spread out across her back in waves.
"You going to leave your hair like that?" Trowa asked, noting how Jessy had seemed suddenly uncomfortable with her hair braided, and her rush to change hair styles. "I thought you always kept it in a braid, like Duo's..." He questioned amused by the girl's actions.
"Yeah, that was while I was worried about Duo...Now I have no worries, Heero can take care of him, and for the first time since I met Duo, its VERY uncomfortable and strange to have my hair up, in anything other than a ponytail..." She admitted as she suddenly yawned.
"You seem tired, why don't you go to sleep?" Quatre asked, and Jessy nodded in agreement, she was tired, stress was getting to her.
"Tomorrow we start on our plans to get Wufei, I don't want him in Oz's clutches, for no longer than at all neccessary...I know what those assholes will do to a prisoner, especially a gundam pilot..." She gritted her teeth, remembering how bad off Duo was, and she wanted to get Wufei out ASAP, before something like that could happen to the Chinese.
"Agreed, as soon as everyone is up, we'll start our planning." Quatre told her, and snickered at another yawn escaped the sleepy Jessy. "Night Jess." He told her, as she got up and headed toward the stairs.
"Night Quat, night Trowa. I'm going to take a relaxing bath, and when I get out, both of you should be in your own room...Out of my living room, I do plan to sleep in here ya know." She called back to them, and immediately heard them kissing. Grinning widely, she headed up to the bathroom, ready to take that relaxing hot bath.
On the top floor it became irressitable to go and check on the two snoozing pilots, and she peered into Heero's room. 'Hell, appears he decided to tear the place apart...OUCH!' She thought the last bit when she noticed the fist sized hole in the wall, and blood. 'Heh, no wonder Quatre retreated downstairs...Heero was surely pissed off at me, but he doesn't seem to have any hate now...Love and content, how perfect, and Duo's the same.' She thought happily, as she quietly cracked open Duo's door, and smiled widely at the two boys that were wrapped up in one another's arms. 'KAWAII! Kodiak moment!? [3]They look so cute and content, you'd never realize they were a pair of the 'killer' Gundam pilots. You'd think they were just normal teenage boys...Ha, Heero would kill me for thinking something like that...I really hope those two make it out alright, and can really be content with peace...' With that she slowly retreated to the bathroom, and ran her bath water.
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"Morning!" Jessy said, as she bounded into the kitchen where Heero and Duo sat at the counter.
"Morning Jess!" Duo said excitedly, shining in happiness. Jessy winked at him, telling him that she knew, and that made the braided boy blush, but grin even wider.
"Hn." Was Heero's reply, as he studied the girl.
"HEERO!" Duo snapped at him, and nudged him in the side, making the Japanese glare at him slightly. "Don't be like that, you're not gonna get away with one word phrases anymore."
"His most famous phrase is 'Omae O Korosu', that's more than one word...But then again that's not a very good phrase in the safe house...'' Jessy said, and Duo glared at her, but Heero nodded curtly, getting a frustrated sigh out of his braided love. "Heero..." Jessy had begun, gaining the said boy's attention. "You haven't cleaned your room up have ya? I mean, I seen the 'war zone' last night, and I figured it hadn't been cleaned yet..." That comment gained a death glare out of him.
"No, its the same." He replied, and Jessy looked happy.
"K, I'll clean it up, I gotta have something to do...When the other two come down, we'll start planning Wufei's escape...Oh, and Heero, use my laptop, the ash colored one...The black one is my personal one...Ashed colored one is brand new, you can have it, but I doubt you'd want it...But you better use it, there's a program on the puter that can gain easy access to another computer's memory, and you can pull up saved info, as long as you have the passwords, easy stuff." Jessy told him, Heero raised an eyebrow.
"Hn." He said, and immediately regretted it, for Duo smacked him in the back of the head.
"Tell her thanks! That's a hell of a generous thing Heero! You don't gotta be so cruel to her, she's my friend, I'd REALLY appreciate it if you'd try and be nice to her, or at least not so cold!" He told the Prussian eyed one, who glared half heartedly at the braided one.
"Hn, thank you Jessy." He said, said girl nearly fell over in surprise.
"My god, Heero Yuy, is taking orders from Duo the braided wonder!" She teased the two, getting a chuckle from the 'braided wonder'.
"It surprised me too, but Hee-chan loves me to much, to deny me!" Heero blushed, making Jessy smile.
"I'm gonna clean up now, it'll be awhile before those two get up...I'm surprised you didn't wake up..." Jessy joked, getting a choked noise from Heero, and Duo laughed.
"Rollin the sheets? Hee, its a wonder Heero didn't wake, I sleep like a log."
"The first true statement you've admitted about yourself baka." The Japanese said, as Jessy headed up the stairs and disappeared for an hour.
At noon, the blond and unibanged pilots descended the stairs, and looked at the three awaiting ones.
"Finally, even if you were going through the motions, I'd still think you'd wake up before lunch!" Duo teased, gaining a bright red tint from the blonde, who glared playfully at Jessy who shook her head.
Thus the planning began, and the time was set for departure at dusk, the sooner they retrieved Wufei, the better.
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Hee hee, the end of chapter 12. Hope you liked! Duo and Heero getting cozy! Yeah, soon to come, lemon 1X2. You know you can't wait, you hentai. :)
[1] - *Hides* Don't hurt me! I know its a sin to destroy Heero's precious laptop.
[2] -No its not a split personality! Just the balance of the mind, I'm sure we all have our two balancing qualities...*silence* right!?
[3] - Perfect picture moment.
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Wufei: You said i'd be rescued!
Jessy: well...We planned, and I PROMISE, you'll be fount and safe by end of 13th chapter.
Wufei:*grumbles* yeah right.
Jessy: Fei! I really am sorry we didn't retrieve you this chapter! *pouts*
Duo: Hee Hee, Jess's fallen hard for Wu-man
Wufei and Jessy: *Glares at Duo* NO WAY
Heero: I agree with the braided wonder, both are in love.
Quatre: Yah, 100% You should just admit
Trowa: *looks innocent* I am not getting into this.
Jessy: TROWA!
Trowa: No
Wufei: Barton, you .... *stopped mid threat by hand*
Jessy: *firmly keeps hand in place* That won't help!
Duo: See! Told ya!
*everyone shakes head and sighs*
Jessy: WHATEVER, get on with next chapter!
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Next chapter coming soon.
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