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*note* I just noticed that for some reason, italics don't come out for thoughts…so thoughts will be marked with single quotation marks (ex. 'blah blah blah…why am I thinking blah?' ). Got it? Kewl! Enjoy!
Ch. 2 Day Two
Desiree growled as she got out of her bed the second time. She couldn't believe that she was worried over some guy. She just took another sip of her water and rubbed her aching eyes. 'OK! I am worried over a guy who almost killed me! OK! He's pretty hot! That is probably the only reason. Just because he's hot, doesn't mean that I'll like him.' The small clock over the fireplace read 1:30. The two had been waiting for him for a while, curled up on a comfy chair in the living room. Desiree picked up the book that Wufei had left there earlier titled "Justice and War". She sweat dropped and leafed through the pages, disappointed that there were no pictures. On the first page, there were at least 10 different words that she really didn't understand. 'Damn scholars,' she thought with a smirk. Soon she gave up on the book and set it down on the table again. Tobi had long since fallen asleep and was snoring peacefully on her lap. She stroked his soft, peppery fur and shut her eyes.
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Heero growled. He surreptitiously climbed the stairs to the front door only to notice that the light in the living room was on. He frowned, knowing that it would be Quatre with one of his 'where-were-you-all-night?' speeches. The Wing pilot sighed and quietly entered the house, hoping that he wouldn't be there. Although Heero was the best in stealth (after Duo), Quatre's acute hearing and Space Heart always seemed to know exactly when he would return. His boots tapped lightly over the hardwood floor as he stepped in. To his surprise, he was not greeted with the blonde angel, holding up a glass of milk or orange juice, he was greeted by…no one. The door clicked shut behind him and he, drawing his gun, began to wonder who was in the living room.
"Heero," a low, soft whisper emerged from the kitchen. It was Quatre.
The pilot put his gun away and entered the small kitchen and sat down at the table, being handed a cup of orange juice and a sandwich. He ignored the sandwich and took the orange juice, gulping it down. Heero hadn't realized that he was so thirsty. 'Another weakness.' He scowled. Ever since that girl came, he began to find many weaknesses within himself…this made him feel vulnerable.
Quatre noticed his bad mood and sat across from him, large blue eyes concerned. "Heero. Are you alright?"
"Hn…"
"We have never seen you act that way before."
Heero just stared back at him, impassive and cold.
"Trowa thought that maybe it was stress from all the missions Dr. J has been giving you. Perhaps you are being worked too hard and it is more than you can hand…" Quatre stopped short of his sentence as he recognized his own mistake and looked nervously at the war hero in front of him.
Heero sneered again, 'Another weakness, Yuy! You are the unbreakable soldier! You can NEVER be worked too hard!' He brought his fist down hard on the small wooden table and stood, startling Quatre. "I'm going to my room."
Quatre stopped him, "Where were you, Heero?"
Heero released himself of the firm grip Quatre had on him and headed for the stairs.
"Yuy! That's an order!"
The stoic soldier stopped and turned, a death glare placed firmly on his face. Quatre tensed, ready for anything, and Heero said one word, "Training," before heading up the stairs stiffly.
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Desiree blinked. She saw the whole thing. 'Heero has a pretty bad temper,' she thought, eyes growing wide. ''s a good thing that he didn't see me!' She cradled Tobi in one arm, while she placed the other on Quatre's shoulder. "What's gotten into him?"
Quatre started and then saw that it was Desiree. His startled eyes grew kind again and he spoke softly, "Oh I just hit a sore spot with him. He can't stand it when people say that he is incapable of doing something. It eats him up inside."
"Wow…poor guy! He must be really depressed all the time, huh."
Quatre smiled, "No, because he always could do everything."
"Oh…" Desiree mumbled.
The blonde pilot of Sandrock smiled inquisitively and asked, "And what are you doing down here at this hour, Miss Maxwell?"
"Me? Uh…" she blushed and glanced at the stairs, "nothing, Quat, just decided to uh…get…a…midnight snack!"
"Oh…it seems that you are more like Duo than I thought." He began his way to his room and looked back at the dazed Desiree, his Space Heart knowing everything. 'She really doesn't know what she's getting herself into.'
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Desiree blinked up at Quatre and shrugged. She was fully awake now and didn't think that she would ever be able to sleep if Heero was there, so she trod lazily into the kitchen and found the sandwich that Heero failed to eat, scoffing it down hungrily and chugging some of his orange juice as well. "Hey Tob's," she asked the hungry ferret, now, also fully awake, "you don't think he knows we were waiting for him, do ya?" Tobi just gave her an ear to ear smile and shook his head. "Yea…me either. That would be kinda embarrassing. He might think I like him or somethin'." Tobi shook his head in agreement as he reached out and grabbed the last of the sandwich. "Hey!!!! That was miiiinnne!! You rotten little weasel! Now I'll have to make another one." She poked him in the stomach and Tobi let out a squeak.
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Duo smiled and stretched, looking out the window. He rarely got up this early, but decided that he wanted to go play a game of basketball with Desiree before noon. He grabbed his towel and underwear hastily as he scurried into the shower before someone could beat him to it. Duo undressed and began undoing his braid, combing out his long, chestnut tresses with his slender fingers. When finished, he flexed a few times in the mirror and winked, saying, "Damn! You're sexy as sin! Man, I don't know how you do it!" With a large grin on his face, he stepped in to the shower, shivering slightly as the water turned from icy to a decent temperature. As he lathered with his favorite coco shampoo, he faced the shower head and allowed the water to run freely down his face, past war scars, and down his body. It was cold, but he didn't mind. He rather liked it.
He smiled as he thought of how he missed his younger cousin and the fun they had on L2, even though they were poor. Duo's grin became even wider as he remembered how Desiree had fallen for his best friend, Solo. She always fought with him whenever he did something to her, like when he pulled her braid or made fun of her for being a scrawny little girl. For a while she would pretend to be mad at him, but when he turned his back on her, semi-stoic and dark hair covering his eyes, she would look at him, and her eyes would become much softer. Duo knew that look well. Many girls had given it to him in admiration of his looks or braid, and Duo was admired so often that he could read a girl faster than she could read herself.
Duo stepped out of the shower and toweled his hair before his body, leaving little drops of water over the tile and mats place on the floor. He pulled on his underwear, grinning in the mirror once more, and exited the bathroom to get his clothes. Quatre and Wufei were just outside with their towels and clothes, waiting to use the shower themselves. The blonde Arabian frowned when he saw Duo's state of dress and said, "Duo, I don't think that you should be modeling off your underwear when a lady is in the house. It shows disrespect to Desiree and yourself."
Just then Desiree walked by with a smile on her face and said, "G'morning Quatre…Duo…Wufei."
Quatre desperately tried to hide Duo with his towel as the other three sweat dropped.
"What's wrong Quatre," Desiree asked curiously, trying to look around Quatre to take a closer look at Duo's body. "Is something wrong with Duo?"
Quatre shook his head wildly. "Desiree!! Hide your eyes!! Can't you see that Duo is naked?"
Desiree laughed as heartily as Duo did when he was amused, "Come on Quatre. We lived together as kids back on L2, it's not like I haven't seen him in his underwear before! Not to mention some of our friends as well. Besides…he IS just my cousin!"
"Hey!" Duo frowned, "That doesn't mean that I'm still not sexy!"
Quatre turned crimson and Wufei muttered something about injustice and morality while the two cousins laughed together, the same jovial laugh filling the hallway.
Duo turned, still chuckling to himself as he went inside his room to change. The braided pilot rummaged through a couple of dirty piles of laundry to try to find something suitable to wear for a game of his favorite sport.
Desiree followed Duo into his room, observing her cousin as his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. After a few minutes, he retrieved his hand from the large, dirty pile of clothes on the ground, holding up his prize. The man held up an old pair of black basketball shorts with a matching black Nike tank top.
"Man, Duo, you never change! You could at least TRY to wash something in your life!"
"What?" Duo smirked, "like you've ever washed anything before!"
"Yea, that's why I smell clean," she mumbled, rolling her eyes and heading out the door.
Duo pulled on his clothes, splashed some cologne on and raced his cousin downstairs, grabbing his basketball.
"Hey, Duo! No fair," Desiree exclaimed as she was plowed out of the way by an overly excited ball of energy with a braid. She pulled on his braid and made him fly back on the stairs with a loud 'thump'.
"Ack! My braid! You will pay for that! Omae o Korosu," he laughed, chasing her down the hallway, almost running into Trowa, who was curious about the strange noise he heard.
The tall pilot just shook his head and sighed. 'Now there are two of them,' he thought as he put a hand up to his face and headed into the kitchen to finish reading his paper.
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The sound of metal against metal echoed through the hanger. It was difficult finding a hanger that was hidden well enough to keep the Gundams safe. The solitary figure working on one of the large machines sat up and popped his neck uncomfortably. He had been working since dawn and Wing Zero still had a long way to go before optimal performance would be accessible.
Heero ran a hand against his forehead. A little bit of oil was smeared on his cheek and clothes and he grabbed his towel to wipe himself clean.
"Omae o Korosu!"
Heero's ears perked and he immediately stopped. 'Was that Duo's voice? Was he in danger?' He quickly retrieved the gun he used the night before from his back pocket, sprinting to the door of the hanger. He heard footsteps running, a pause, and a struggle. 'Nani? What is happening?'
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Duo stifled a laugh while Desiree wrestled him to the ground, making him drop his basketball.
"Hey, Duo," Desiree looked up at him with curious eyes.
"Yea?"
"Where'd you learn your Japanese from? I know a little, but that's because the old woman I lived with was a Japanese teacher."
"Really? Wow. Well I guess I know a little Japanese from my best bud in the whole world."
"Who?"
"Well, Heero, of course!" Duo saw Desiree's eyes narrow, "I know you two haven't been the best of friends, but he's not such a bad guy! He's helped me a lot through all the missions and, I hate to say it, but there are times when he saved my ass from far more than a couple of scratches! You should try to get along with him."
"Uhm…okay, Duo, if you say so," she looked up at Duo and smiled a million- dollar smile.
Duo smiled back and pounced on her. Desiree suppressed her laughter. She couldn't allow Duo the satisfaction of finding her tickle spot…it showed a weakness. Instead, she mustered up all her strength to push Duo to the ground, hitting a sore spot on his arm.
"OWWW!!!" Duo growled and pinched her.
"AAAYYYY!!!!" Desiree toppled off of him and rubbed her arm. Her eyes narrowed and she pounced on the male version of herself once again, biting his shoulder violently.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Duo's powerful voice cried out as he desperately tried to get his attacker off of him.
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Heero heard low voices and then some screams. 'OZ!!' Alarms in his head sounded off and he knew that it was Duo's voice that cried out in agony. He rounded a corner from the hanger, gun pointed and finger twitching. "Yamete!" What he saw was far from what he expected to see. Duo was on the floor, holding his shoulder, while the girl, Desiree stood nearby with a sly smile on her face.
The two looked up at Heero questioningly, slightly surprised that the pilot was there. Duo saw the gun and purposefully relaxed, "Hey, Hee-man, come here often?"
"Baka!" The Japanese pilot sneered and turned away, putting away his gun. "I thought there was trouble."
Duo smiled and sprung up, quickly putting an arm around Heero. "And you came to my rescue? Aw, Heero, I didn't know you cared!" He wiped a non- existent tear from his glowing face and gave Heero, who was as impassive as ever, a large noogie. "We were just going to the park to play a game of basketball. Wanna come with us?"
"…"
"Uh," Duo sighed with a sweat drop on his forehead, "I'll take that as a no." He released Heero and hurried back to Desiree, who was waiting for him with the ball.
*note* I just noticed that for some reason, italics don't come out for thoughts…so thoughts will be marked with single quotation marks (ex. 'blah blah blah…why am I thinking blah?' ). Got it? Kewl! Enjoy!
Ch. 2 Day Two
Desiree growled as she got out of her bed the second time. She couldn't believe that she was worried over some guy. She just took another sip of her water and rubbed her aching eyes. 'OK! I am worried over a guy who almost killed me! OK! He's pretty hot! That is probably the only reason. Just because he's hot, doesn't mean that I'll like him.' The small clock over the fireplace read 1:30. The two had been waiting for him for a while, curled up on a comfy chair in the living room. Desiree picked up the book that Wufei had left there earlier titled "Justice and War". She sweat dropped and leafed through the pages, disappointed that there were no pictures. On the first page, there were at least 10 different words that she really didn't understand. 'Damn scholars,' she thought with a smirk. Soon she gave up on the book and set it down on the table again. Tobi had long since fallen asleep and was snoring peacefully on her lap. She stroked his soft, peppery fur and shut her eyes.
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Heero growled. He surreptitiously climbed the stairs to the front door only to notice that the light in the living room was on. He frowned, knowing that it would be Quatre with one of his 'where-were-you-all-night?' speeches. The Wing pilot sighed and quietly entered the house, hoping that he wouldn't be there. Although Heero was the best in stealth (after Duo), Quatre's acute hearing and Space Heart always seemed to know exactly when he would return. His boots tapped lightly over the hardwood floor as he stepped in. To his surprise, he was not greeted with the blonde angel, holding up a glass of milk or orange juice, he was greeted by…no one. The door clicked shut behind him and he, drawing his gun, began to wonder who was in the living room.
"Heero," a low, soft whisper emerged from the kitchen. It was Quatre.
The pilot put his gun away and entered the small kitchen and sat down at the table, being handed a cup of orange juice and a sandwich. He ignored the sandwich and took the orange juice, gulping it down. Heero hadn't realized that he was so thirsty. 'Another weakness.' He scowled. Ever since that girl came, he began to find many weaknesses within himself…this made him feel vulnerable.
Quatre noticed his bad mood and sat across from him, large blue eyes concerned. "Heero. Are you alright?"
"Hn…"
"We have never seen you act that way before."
Heero just stared back at him, impassive and cold.
"Trowa thought that maybe it was stress from all the missions Dr. J has been giving you. Perhaps you are being worked too hard and it is more than you can hand…" Quatre stopped short of his sentence as he recognized his own mistake and looked nervously at the war hero in front of him.
Heero sneered again, 'Another weakness, Yuy! You are the unbreakable soldier! You can NEVER be worked too hard!' He brought his fist down hard on the small wooden table and stood, startling Quatre. "I'm going to my room."
Quatre stopped him, "Where were you, Heero?"
Heero released himself of the firm grip Quatre had on him and headed for the stairs.
"Yuy! That's an order!"
The stoic soldier stopped and turned, a death glare placed firmly on his face. Quatre tensed, ready for anything, and Heero said one word, "Training," before heading up the stairs stiffly.
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Desiree blinked. She saw the whole thing. 'Heero has a pretty bad temper,' she thought, eyes growing wide. ''s a good thing that he didn't see me!' She cradled Tobi in one arm, while she placed the other on Quatre's shoulder. "What's gotten into him?"
Quatre started and then saw that it was Desiree. His startled eyes grew kind again and he spoke softly, "Oh I just hit a sore spot with him. He can't stand it when people say that he is incapable of doing something. It eats him up inside."
"Wow…poor guy! He must be really depressed all the time, huh."
Quatre smiled, "No, because he always could do everything."
"Oh…" Desiree mumbled.
The blonde pilot of Sandrock smiled inquisitively and asked, "And what are you doing down here at this hour, Miss Maxwell?"
"Me? Uh…" she blushed and glanced at the stairs, "nothing, Quat, just decided to uh…get…a…midnight snack!"
"Oh…it seems that you are more like Duo than I thought." He began his way to his room and looked back at the dazed Desiree, his Space Heart knowing everything. 'She really doesn't know what she's getting herself into.'
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Desiree blinked up at Quatre and shrugged. She was fully awake now and didn't think that she would ever be able to sleep if Heero was there, so she trod lazily into the kitchen and found the sandwich that Heero failed to eat, scoffing it down hungrily and chugging some of his orange juice as well. "Hey Tob's," she asked the hungry ferret, now, also fully awake, "you don't think he knows we were waiting for him, do ya?" Tobi just gave her an ear to ear smile and shook his head. "Yea…me either. That would be kinda embarrassing. He might think I like him or somethin'." Tobi shook his head in agreement as he reached out and grabbed the last of the sandwich. "Hey!!!! That was miiiinnne!! You rotten little weasel! Now I'll have to make another one." She poked him in the stomach and Tobi let out a squeak.
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Duo smiled and stretched, looking out the window. He rarely got up this early, but decided that he wanted to go play a game of basketball with Desiree before noon. He grabbed his towel and underwear hastily as he scurried into the shower before someone could beat him to it. Duo undressed and began undoing his braid, combing out his long, chestnut tresses with his slender fingers. When finished, he flexed a few times in the mirror and winked, saying, "Damn! You're sexy as sin! Man, I don't know how you do it!" With a large grin on his face, he stepped in to the shower, shivering slightly as the water turned from icy to a decent temperature. As he lathered with his favorite coco shampoo, he faced the shower head and allowed the water to run freely down his face, past war scars, and down his body. It was cold, but he didn't mind. He rather liked it.
He smiled as he thought of how he missed his younger cousin and the fun they had on L2, even though they were poor. Duo's grin became even wider as he remembered how Desiree had fallen for his best friend, Solo. She always fought with him whenever he did something to her, like when he pulled her braid or made fun of her for being a scrawny little girl. For a while she would pretend to be mad at him, but when he turned his back on her, semi-stoic and dark hair covering his eyes, she would look at him, and her eyes would become much softer. Duo knew that look well. Many girls had given it to him in admiration of his looks or braid, and Duo was admired so often that he could read a girl faster than she could read herself.
Duo stepped out of the shower and toweled his hair before his body, leaving little drops of water over the tile and mats place on the floor. He pulled on his underwear, grinning in the mirror once more, and exited the bathroom to get his clothes. Quatre and Wufei were just outside with their towels and clothes, waiting to use the shower themselves. The blonde Arabian frowned when he saw Duo's state of dress and said, "Duo, I don't think that you should be modeling off your underwear when a lady is in the house. It shows disrespect to Desiree and yourself."
Just then Desiree walked by with a smile on her face and said, "G'morning Quatre…Duo…Wufei."
Quatre desperately tried to hide Duo with his towel as the other three sweat dropped.
"What's wrong Quatre," Desiree asked curiously, trying to look around Quatre to take a closer look at Duo's body. "Is something wrong with Duo?"
Quatre shook his head wildly. "Desiree!! Hide your eyes!! Can't you see that Duo is naked?"
Desiree laughed as heartily as Duo did when he was amused, "Come on Quatre. We lived together as kids back on L2, it's not like I haven't seen him in his underwear before! Not to mention some of our friends as well. Besides…he IS just my cousin!"
"Hey!" Duo frowned, "That doesn't mean that I'm still not sexy!"
Quatre turned crimson and Wufei muttered something about injustice and morality while the two cousins laughed together, the same jovial laugh filling the hallway.
Duo turned, still chuckling to himself as he went inside his room to change. The braided pilot rummaged through a couple of dirty piles of laundry to try to find something suitable to wear for a game of his favorite sport.
Desiree followed Duo into his room, observing her cousin as his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. After a few minutes, he retrieved his hand from the large, dirty pile of clothes on the ground, holding up his prize. The man held up an old pair of black basketball shorts with a matching black Nike tank top.
"Man, Duo, you never change! You could at least TRY to wash something in your life!"
"What?" Duo smirked, "like you've ever washed anything before!"
"Yea, that's why I smell clean," she mumbled, rolling her eyes and heading out the door.
Duo pulled on his clothes, splashed some cologne on and raced his cousin downstairs, grabbing his basketball.
"Hey, Duo! No fair," Desiree exclaimed as she was plowed out of the way by an overly excited ball of energy with a braid. She pulled on his braid and made him fly back on the stairs with a loud 'thump'.
"Ack! My braid! You will pay for that! Omae o Korosu," he laughed, chasing her down the hallway, almost running into Trowa, who was curious about the strange noise he heard.
The tall pilot just shook his head and sighed. 'Now there are two of them,' he thought as he put a hand up to his face and headed into the kitchen to finish reading his paper.
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The sound of metal against metal echoed through the hanger. It was difficult finding a hanger that was hidden well enough to keep the Gundams safe. The solitary figure working on one of the large machines sat up and popped his neck uncomfortably. He had been working since dawn and Wing Zero still had a long way to go before optimal performance would be accessible.
Heero ran a hand against his forehead. A little bit of oil was smeared on his cheek and clothes and he grabbed his towel to wipe himself clean.
"Omae o Korosu!"
Heero's ears perked and he immediately stopped. 'Was that Duo's voice? Was he in danger?' He quickly retrieved the gun he used the night before from his back pocket, sprinting to the door of the hanger. He heard footsteps running, a pause, and a struggle. 'Nani? What is happening?'
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Duo stifled a laugh while Desiree wrestled him to the ground, making him drop his basketball.
"Hey, Duo," Desiree looked up at him with curious eyes.
"Yea?"
"Where'd you learn your Japanese from? I know a little, but that's because the old woman I lived with was a Japanese teacher."
"Really? Wow. Well I guess I know a little Japanese from my best bud in the whole world."
"Who?"
"Well, Heero, of course!" Duo saw Desiree's eyes narrow, "I know you two haven't been the best of friends, but he's not such a bad guy! He's helped me a lot through all the missions and, I hate to say it, but there are times when he saved my ass from far more than a couple of scratches! You should try to get along with him."
"Uhm…okay, Duo, if you say so," she looked up at Duo and smiled a million- dollar smile.
Duo smiled back and pounced on her. Desiree suppressed her laughter. She couldn't allow Duo the satisfaction of finding her tickle spot…it showed a weakness. Instead, she mustered up all her strength to push Duo to the ground, hitting a sore spot on his arm.
"OWWW!!!" Duo growled and pinched her.
"AAAYYYY!!!!" Desiree toppled off of him and rubbed her arm. Her eyes narrowed and she pounced on the male version of herself once again, biting his shoulder violently.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Duo's powerful voice cried out as he desperately tried to get his attacker off of him.
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Heero heard low voices and then some screams. 'OZ!!' Alarms in his head sounded off and he knew that it was Duo's voice that cried out in agony. He rounded a corner from the hanger, gun pointed and finger twitching. "Yamete!" What he saw was far from what he expected to see. Duo was on the floor, holding his shoulder, while the girl, Desiree stood nearby with a sly smile on her face.
The two looked up at Heero questioningly, slightly surprised that the pilot was there. Duo saw the gun and purposefully relaxed, "Hey, Hee-man, come here often?"
"Baka!" The Japanese pilot sneered and turned away, putting away his gun. "I thought there was trouble."
Duo smiled and sprung up, quickly putting an arm around Heero. "And you came to my rescue? Aw, Heero, I didn't know you cared!" He wiped a non- existent tear from his glowing face and gave Heero, who was as impassive as ever, a large noogie. "We were just going to the park to play a game of basketball. Wanna come with us?"
"…"
"Uh," Duo sighed with a sweat drop on his forehead, "I'll take that as a no." He released Heero and hurried back to Desiree, who was waiting for him with the ball.