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.
Warning: Blatant swearing, parody, and OOC.
--Goodbyes--
Heero clung to the door frame so tightly, his knuckles had turned white. Clear. shimmering splatters of tears gathered in his ocean-blue eyes as he watch Duo turn and walk away.
"Please..." he whispered in a heart-broken voice. "Don't leave me."
"I must go," Duo said, barely glancing over his shoulder, his braid of hair swinging majestically with each step down the cement stairs.
"Then take me with you!" Heero whimpered, reaching out to grab Duo by the sleeve of his shirt before he got too far away. "Please... let me be with you."
Duo turned around, surprise and worried love floating in his beautiful indigo eyes. "Heero..."
"Oh, for the love of God, would you please come ON!" Sally practically screamed as she threw her purse into her car. "If you two don't cut this shit, we'll never get to Palmyra in time." She slammed a hand on the hood of her Nissan in irritation.
"Yeah," Hilde concurred, a fresh can of beer resting on the side of her thigh as she stood by the stairs, looking up at the melodramatic display. "I want to go shopping before the flea market closes."
"Jesus fucking Christ," Sally muttered to herself as she got behind the wheel.
Duo, with a reluctant expression on his face, looked at his love and felt the dilemma bubble within him. It was just a short trip to some cheap, barely worthwhile flea market. He would rather have Heero here, safe, than in that den of thieves and bootleggers, but...
"You can come, Heero," he whispered.
"YAY!" Heero squealed as he threw himself on Duo, causing them to fall down their porch and onto poor, petite, slightly drunk Hilde. The beer can in her hand tumbled out and rolled away to the wheels of Sally's car, the golden, frothy liquid spilling out gratuitously.