Category: Urm…Gundam Wing fic, centralized around Heero and Duo (glomps Heero) 1x2! There may be some 3x4 and others later, but that will be decided in due time.
Rating: At present, PG-13 will do, although it may be upped later since I'm planning to put some violence and tragedy and all that other good stuff into it. Oh yea, and this is a slash, so don't read if you don't like
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, well, I own a copy of the anime, but Bob tells me that's not enough...sigh.
Spoilers: This is an AU, do you think there will be spoilers? Apart from the fact that now everybody knows that Duo Maxwell has a braid and Heero has an emotion (or lack there of) complex, and if you don't…well, sorry, but I just spoiled the characters' appearance for you.
Progress: 2 of something with two digits, but I can't use the slash or the question marks in succession because the damn uploading sequence eats it away...
General Notes: It has been a while since I last updated, and I apologize for that. As I said in the other fic that I updated today, I have been busy with a number of things, and I only just did another German SAC today. It sucks, and my essay was stupid and ill-organized, and I just know my teacher would return it covered in red ink. Nonetheless, here is the second chapter of Aeternitas. And you know the drill people! Read and review!
Music: Sweet Home Alabama - somebody; Breathe - Prodigy; Akatsuki no Kuruma - Junction Yuuka; Spirits Within - sombody; I Don't Know You Anymore - Savage Garden; Struggling for Pleasure - Wim Mertins; Shut Up - Simple Plan
Dedications: Bob AKA Wan Wingu no Tenshi AKA MH the short! You are cute and glompable!
Genre: Romance, drama, supernatural, angst, tragedy, action/adventure insert whatever else I am missing
Summary: AU, OOC-ness. Duo Maxwell is a vampire, Heero Yuy isn't, but that's hardly important. This is the story about the two childhood friends and the things that happen to them during their final years of high school.

Aeternitas

Written by Wandering Assassin (AKA Fishie)

Chapter Two

'Heero…I am a vampire.'

There was the sound of chair legs scraping against tiled cafeteria floor, then a loud crash as that same chair fell, along with its occupant. Duo stood up quickly, leaning over the unsanitary cafeteria table to see Heero lying in a heap on the ground, bottle of milk still clutched in his hands though with none of its original contents. Heero grumbled something incoherent from the floor before getting up slowly and straightening the chair before sitting down again, milk bottle still in hand.

Okay, so perhaps that was a bit too much reaction.

Duo sat down again slowly, eyes roaming over Heero's face, searching for clues as to what the other boy was thinking. He had that evil impassive mask on again, the one that the young Heero used to always put on whenever he was unsure of things. It seemed like old habits died hard, but Duo thought that Heero would have dropped that old habit already. True, he was still an emotion-deprived, overly serious kid who had a tendency to be particularly obsessive-compulsive when it came to hygiene, food and his studies, but the impassive mask was just plain irritating. It was then that he realized that the entire cafeteria was in silence, and practically everybody was staring at them, and it was not the good type of stare either. He was just beginning to feel the onset of the type of discomfort that had him squirming when Heero chose to turn and force a very powerful glare at everybody around. The fellow students and teachers-on-duty, as well as cafeteria cooks visibly shuddered as one and turned their gaze away, suddenly very intent with whatever happened to be closest to them, whether it was a person or dodgy, cafeteria jelly. It was amazing what his childhood friend could do, even with milk dripping from his hair and the front of his shirt see-through.

'Are you okay Heero?' Duo asked. It was a stupid question, but a default. The blue-eyed boy stared at him before dropping some of the impassiveness, and shooting a look which stated clearly "why would I not be?" Duo snorted. 'You've got milk in your hair Heero.'

'Hn.'

Duo sighed. Well, the over-reaction was good while it lasted.

'So…um…Heero?' He asked slowly, not wishing to see Heero end up on the floor again. 'Returning back to our original topic.'

'You are a vampire.' The Japanese boy stated firmly. Duo nodded. Heero stared, nodded once, then went to attacking his pasta with a spork, obviously searching for signs of contamination that might have occurred within the last thirty seconds when he was on the floor. Duo frowned.

'And you're okay with it?' Duo asked, trying desperately to keep his voice relatively neutral, although he was having trouble trying to balance the hope and the incredulity. Heero nodded once, frowned at his pasta and brought a bit of the stuff into his mouth. He chewed for a moment, a look of obvious displeasure on his face, swallowed then went back to attacking the pasta, obviously not satisfied with the taste and certain that there was something wrong with it, only he did not know what. Duo sighed, head straying dangerously close to the cafeteria table. If this was anywhere but the school canteen, then he would have smashed his forehead into the table several times. Unfortunately, he wanted to vent his frustration, and not kill himself through all the random colonies of bacteria currently living happily on the tabletop.

'Heero.' He was whining, and he knew it. It was not his fault that Heero was being so impossible, not that Heero was ever anything but. Duo secretly wondered if he could convince Heero that there were black holes under people's beds and that the Earth was flat. Considering how easily he believed Duo's vampire story, it would not be too difficult. 'Aren't you afraid that I'll drink your blood?'

'If blood is a vital component of your daily requirements, then I would give you my blood. If you need anymore, I could ask my mother to get us a permit into the blood bank.' Heero looked up quickly. 'But you do eat normal food do you not?'

'Yea…' Duo replied, though his mind was off somewhere else, remembering what Heero just said about giving him his blood. Of course, Duo would do no such thing! He did not even need to drink blood to survive, but even if he did, he would not take Heero's. The Japanese boy was a friend, and drinking a friend's blood is unacceptable, not that drinking anybody's blood was particularly acceptable behavior anyway.

'Then eat your pasta.' Heero jabbed a spork in the direction of Duo's pasta. 'It tastes horrible, and I am certain this stuff is more dust than anything else, but it will keep you full and going until home time.'

'I don't want the pasta…' Duo grumbled, eyeing the main course distastefully. 'It looks…grotty.'

'It serves its purpose.' Heero replied expressionlessly. 'Eat it.'

'Fine.' The braided boy grumbled yet again, stabbing the reddish mass before him with a plastic spork. He fancied that the spork bent almost to breaking point before managing to make its way through the supposed pasta. When he shoved a bit into his mouth, Duo made a terrible face. Albeit the food was terrible, but he had to contort his face even more so, just so that Heero could tell how much pain he was in. The blue-eyed boy stared, finished off his own pasta, and stared some more. Somehow, Duo figured that Heero was not going to care whether he found the damn meal disgusting or not.

When he finished the pasta, he immediately went for the jelly. It was an unconscious decision, honest. But before his spork could get anywhere near the mound of green, Heero had shoved a piece of apple in its course and moved the plate of jelly off Duo's tray. Duo frowned, giving the green blob a wistful look before retracting his arm and shoving the slice of apple into his mouth. He really liked jelly too, but at least the apple tasted like apple.

By the time they finished eating, Heero's shirt and hair seemed to have dried, though not in the way somebody would want things to dry. The Japanese boy's normally white shirt now had a large patch of strange white-yellow coloring, and Duo suspected that it would cake off if Heero rumpled the shirt slightly. And his hair…well, Heero always had messy hair, even though he was such a perfectionist with everything he did, but hair sticking up at random weird angles because of what obviously looked like dry milk was a different story. Needless to say, Duo directed them on the shortest course to the nearest boy's bathroom the instant they left the cafeteria.

Getting the milk out of Heero's hair was one of the hardest things Duo had ever attempted. First they had to make Heero bend enough to have his head hovering just centimeters from the base of a sink, the Duo had to wash the stuff off without using soup, mostly because he could not stand to put the stuff into the Japanese boy's hair. It was an awkward experience, since the school sinks were shallow, and they could barely put Heero's head in far enough to get any of it under the measly drip of water. When they were finally done, they ended up having to use Heero's shirt to dry off his hair, and then keeping the boy wearing his blazer all day because he did not have a spare shirt at school. All in all, they were both very happy when the bell rung for home time.

Normally they would head for Duo's house after school, being that at least Howard did not try to shovel food down their throats. Not that Duo minded Heero's mother, because the lady was really nice and a brilliant cook, and about as brainy as her son but not nearly as reclusive. But there was just something slightly troubling about having spoonfuls of her cooking forced down one's throat, even after the stomach has swelled beyond its maximum capacity. Even Duo, who supposedly had the stomach of a void could not last long under Mrs. Yuy's careful feeding. It really got him thinking about just how Heero remained so thin, especially since he was not part of any sport team at school. Not that Heero was no good at sport. Duo had seen Heero without his shirt plenty of times, and hugged him as a recreational activity. The boy was seriously toned. He just played the part of the nerd at school, although Heero always made a category of his own. A nerd that even the teachers did not want to cross, now there was something. Nonetheless, since Heero had been shirtless since lunchtime, Duo decided to risk seeing Heero's mother. He remembered with a chuckle the look on their chemistry teacher's face when she saw Heero enter with his blazer worn obviously over nothing. According to standard school conventions, Heero should have been given detention and sent home for not wearing his uniform properly. Heck, Duo had been given two detentions already for the hair, and would have been given more if Howard had not walked in and convinced the principal into letting Duo keep his braid. But the chemistry teacher simply pursed her lips together and spent her lesson looking anywhere but at Heero, while the female population stared as if they had never seen a guy's chest before. Maybe when Heero finally dropped the whole emotionless-complex, Duo would remind him of this day and they could laugh about it over one of Mrs. Yuy's extravagant dishes.

The two stopped when the reached the front door of Heero's house. Heero went searching immediately in his bag for the keys, while Duo muttered a quick prayer to his stomach. The door opened, and the smell of apple pies wafted past Duo's nose. The two entered, removing their shoes at the door before walking into the house. On their way to the stairs, they passed Mr. Yuy who was sitting in the lounge reading a newspaper. Heero's father smiled kindly (though Duo could definitely see a small, maniacal glint in his eyes, so like Heero's whenever he was particularly…devious), before raising his voice and hollering to his wife that Heero and Duo were back. There was an answering call from the kitchen, and Mrs. Yuy emerged immediately to hug the wind out of Duo before promising apple pies and other goodies for an afternoon snack, and "something nice" for dinner. He smiled before following Heero up the stairs, hand unconsciously moving over his stomach and prayed frantically that he would still be able to move when he finished dinner.

'What are you doing?' Heero asked when they were both in the confines of his room. Duo gave him a look and settled down on the Japanese boy's bed before muttering something about dying from over-nourishment come dinner. Heero snorted (or at least, it was a snort for Heero), shook his head and pulled off his blazer before rummaging in his wardrobe for another shirt. Duo sighed and leaned back on the bed, eyes boring a hole in Heero's spotlessly white ceiling. There was not even the slightest sign of dust, and Duo wondered whether Heero cleaned his ceiling as well. 'Should we do some work?'

'Don't feel like it.' Duo replied, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. There was a shift in the mattress as Heero took a seat beside Duo, his eyes fixed on the braided boy.

'We have a chemistry assignment to complete.' He reprimanded, his voice deadpan.

'That's not due for another two weeks.' Duo retorted.

'Our literature essay is due in two days.'

'That's two days, not one.'

'We have a calculus test tomorrow.'

'Who needs to revise for calculus?'

Heero sighed, and Duo saw him lie down as well. The violet-eyed boy grinned, he won that round. There was silence for a while, with both boys staring at the ceiling and lost in their own thoughts, until Duo broke it.

'What do you think about vampires Heero?' He asked slowly, his voice soft.

'How can I comment?' Heero asked back without inflection. 'I only know one.'

'That's true.' Duo sighed. 'You know Heero, a normal person would be really shocked, and they would ask heaps of questions and get freaked out completely.'

'Hn.'

'That's it!' Duo scowled, sitting up quickly to glare at Heero from his new found height. The blue-eyed boy stared back quizzically, and Duo's glare increased. 'I am going to take over the world one day Heero Yuy, and I will ban the use of the word "Hn".'

'Hn isn't a word, baka.' Heero replied, and Duo saw the corners of his mouth twitch ever so slightly.

'I'll ban that "baka" word too.' Duo continued, his tone incensed, though his face slowly cracking into a smile was destroying the effect. 'The English language has words like "idiot" and "dumbass" for a reason you know!'

'Not everybody speaks English, dumbass.'

'You do!'

'I'm bilingual.' Heero smirked. 'I have a right to speak in both languages.'

'Curse you and your bilingualism.' Duo pouted. 'One day, I'll learn two other languages, and then we'll see who's laughing Yuy.'

'I'm not laughing.' But even as he said so, a smile flitted across his face, and Duo sprang onto his feet, finger pointing and a victorious look on his face. Heero gave him a questioning look, and his grin widened.

'Heero Yuy smiles for the fifth time! This calls for a celebration!'

Heero stared, his eyebrows quirked before getting up and moving to sit at his desk, muttering the word "baka" under his breath. The little smile remained on his face. Duo was just about to gloat some more when he heard Mrs. Yuy calling from downstairs, and the feeling of impending doom crept into his mind.

'Heero! Duo! Come down! The snacks are ready!'

'Snacks eh?' Duo asked, his voice shaky. 'Hey Heero, promise to haul me back home after dinner if I can't move?'

'I'm sure my mother would be most delighted if you stayed the night.' Was Heero's deadpan reply. 'It would mean a large breakfast.'

There was silence for a moment.

'You're a sadistic bastard Yuy.'

No footnotes this time, damn. Oh well. This really was a somewhat senseless chapter...(ducks before any readers decides to throw their unwanted fruits and vegetables). I was planning on making it longer but...well, that got lost in whatever the hell else I was doing while writing this. I promise I'll get into the plot by next chapter, so until then...well, at least this chapter was sort of light-headed and fluffy...sort of...

And the Mrs. Yuy who feeds and feeds and feeds until it is impossible to be fed anymore, but will continue feeding regardless, she is based on my good friend Overlord's mother. She's really nice, and a brilliant cook, but she'll feed and keep feeding. Actualy, now that I think about it, Mrs. Yuy is probably based on all the Asian mothers I know. Probably why we at school call it the Asian Mother Complex. Well, at least being a child of a Asian family means you'll never be hungry...nor will your stomach ever be particularaly satisified, being always bloated and all, unless you perfect the art of saying no.

And as I have been saying in all my recently posted fics, if anybody knows how to post something on without your grammar being massacred, then do tell! Because it is really irritating how I have to run around the place changing things just because the uploading process chops away bits of my grammar and indentations!

Anyway, review please!

Assassin