The was a challenge that was never fulfilled, reworked, and that I intend to finish. All I wish for is luck and a peaceful summer.
Title: Domestic
Author: Ileana A. (babygray)
Main Pairing: Duo/Heero
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. This is pure jest.
Notes: This is a 26-part story, made up of noisefics/drabbles/whatever. It's not chonological, but don't worry too much about that. Reworked, but rough and un-beta'ed.
--Funerals--
Duo was in a much better mood that night than perhaps it was called for, when he said, "Heero?"
Heero grunted a response as he stared out the passenger-side window, his eyes immediately glaring at a couple of squad cars parked in the distance, no doubt waiting for someone to go just a little too fast that night.
"I wonder... what are they going to say about me when I die. I mean, they always talk about the good things at funerals, yeah?"
"I'm certain that whatever is said about us would be nearly as interesting as the truth," Heero said as he laid the program from the funeral on his lap.
"I know what I would write for you," Duo said with a bit a smile as he turned left onto the highway that ran towards their house. " 'Heero Yuy was a great man. He cared and cherished his friends. He was always true to his family.' " He glanced slyly at the man siting beside him. " 'And he knew how to give great blowjobs.' "
At this, Heero frowned in embarrassment. "Duo..."
" 'He never knew how to utilize his extensive vocabulary in his native tongue, and, when he wasn't speaking that, had an accent so thick you could hack through it with a machete. But his grunts conveyed things that were beyond the reach of words.' "
Heero shook his head slightly at the half-mocking mood behind Duo's words. "I guess the only good thing about that speak is..." ... is that he wouldn't be alive to hear it.
He frowned, looking at the funeral program on his lap, uncertain who to continue that thought and not depress them further than necessary. There wasn't a way to finish that thought without feeling the stress accumulated the past week, helping and comforting Relena, without thinking of their own mortality.
"Heero?" Duo asked as they stopped at a red light.
Heero shook his head. "It's nothing." A dense silence settled in.
The light turned green and they made their slow way towards home once more.
Heero's hand ghosted its hand to Duo's and faintly laid on top of it's counterpart.
Heero squeezed Duo's hand.
"Heero..." Duo said, almost hesitantly, his small voice no match to the heavy silence around them.
"Yes, Duo?" Heero's voice, too, was soft, as shy as a newly born chick that had just seen death in the face of a friend.
"Let's not go home yet."
Heero squeezed Duo's hand again as they turned into a small side street and towards the new skating rink. The silence was still with them as they parked in a dark corner of the rink's parking lot and tried to find some comfort with the thought of death still on their minds.