Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not my property. But then again not much is, so don't sue, I haven't got a dime.
Story: Building a Better Mousetrap 101
Warnings: Implied Yaoi, a little angst, Fluff.
Being a Mouse doesn't mean you're helpless or weak.
Current Pairings: 1xR, 2xOC, 3x4, 5xS, H+OC, 6xN (hints of 1x2)
Chapter 7 - Boy People
Two hours later wearing a pair of baggy sweat and an old t-shirt Duo padded barefoot back to his and Heero's room. He was carrying a laundry basket filled with the now clean and folded clothes Heero had made him go wash. Not that he blamed the ex-wing pilot for making him do the laundry 'immediately' but did he have to insist quite so forcefully. As he entered the room and put the basket on the floor he rubbed the left side of his rib cage as he stood up. He wondered absently if Heero had cracked one of his ribs,.....again. And there was already a bruise forming on his right cheek.
"Fuck Heero, you didn't have to hit me so hard you know." The silent Japanese teen was still sitting at his laptop typing away at god knows what. Sometimes Duo swore that if it hadn't been for Relena's persistent badgering and the fact that Heero's laptop couldn't screw him, the stoic pilot might have just preferred to date the damn thing instead. Duo found the image of his best friend taking the laptop out on a date hysterical.
"That is my favorite shirt and you know it." Duo pulled the now clean tank top off the top of the folded clothing and displayed it for the other pilots inspection.
"Look, see, good as new."
"Hn"
Placing the shirt back in the basket the not quite so perky, damn his side hurt, American fell gracelessly into his bed. Putting his hands behind his head he looked up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. Heero turned to look down at his Best Friend, it had been quite a while, maybe he should ask. The last time the Baka had waited too long, people almost got hurt, and that fact had made the ex-Deathscythe pilot feel even more guilt ridden than he already had been at the time. Damnit, Heero really wished he could get braided boy to go to therapy. Duo really was a an Idiot, at least Heero was smart enough to know he needed help if he was going to continue to survive, especially now that the wars and killing were over.
"Duo,"
"Hm, yeah Heero, what's on your mind?"
"Do you need release?" The braided menace turned on to his side propped his head on his hand and regarded the serious Japanese boy looking down on him.
"Hm, uh no actually, I'm feel pretty okay lately. Huh,.. it's been over a month so far. That's good right?"
"Yes very. The longer you can go in between the better."
"Heero."
"Hn."
"Sh-she listens to me, do you think I should tell her eventually?"
"Yes... Go to sleep Baka."
"Roger and out, Heero ole buddy."
With that the braided pilot curled up on his side and quickly drifted off to sleep. Heero watched out of the corner of his eye as the slightly shorter male moved into sleep and then into REM sleep. The long haired male whimpered slightly as one of his nastier dreams tormented him. So Mouse listened to him did she, well maybe the Baka would tell 'her' all the things he hadn't been able to tell even Heero. Maybe she could bring peace to Shinigami.
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The next morning Mouse watched Duo as he walked up to her before their first class of the day. Interesting, he was moving a little stiffly and favoring his left side. As he neared she noticed what could only be the imprint of Heero's knuckles on his cheekbone. She couldn't help it, she laughed out loud.
"Oh my GOD, Heero kicked your ass didn't he? Whatcha do to deserve all that?" She waved her hand to indicate his sore side and bruised cheek.
"I used his favorite shirt to clean myself up. He was a bit put out to say the least."
Mouse laughed even harder, Dou grinned at the dark headed ponytailed girl and flicked the end of his braid at her as they turned and headed towards the building. Duo had been a little worried about how Mouse would react to him after their phone call last night. But her reaction was even better than he had hoped for. The tinge of anxiety he'd been feeling all morning melted away and a huge weight lifted off the braided pilots chest, one he hadn't quite been aware of until it was gone. He'd told himself it wouldn't matter if she'd been completely put off by the whole thing and told to take a flying fuck. But it had.
He cocked his head to one side and peered at her out from under his bangs. Now that that was out of the way, he suddenly remember something else she had said last night... 'it's not like I'm some kind of blushing wall flower ya know'. Wait a minute! Did that mean...? That she wasn't....? Who? Was, was there....? Duo found he was agitated all over again, but for a different reason this time. He started counting down the minutes before he could drag her outside after lunch and grill her. Damn it was only 9 o'clock, this was going to be a very long morning, he started chewing on the end of his braid.
It was almost 1pm by the time Duo was able to 'graciously' escape all their friends and drag Mouse out to his favorite spot under the old cherry tree. 'Gracious' means that he inhaled his food, tapped his foot impatiently and as soon as she'd finished eating he'd grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards the door. His friends watched this little display with various amused expressions on their faces. Trowa watched the retreating couple for a moment before leaning towards Heero.
"What's up with that, Heero?" Heero smirked back.
"He's Jealous."
"Jealous of what? He barely lets her out of his sight. He's almost as bad as Quatre here and they're not even actually dating." Quatre who had been drooling over his handsome boyfriend as usual, stuck his tongue out at the taller male. Trowa winked and leaned over to say something in Quatre ear that had the blonde Arabian blushing when he was done.
"Seems Duo just figured out Mouse may know people besides us."
"People?"
"Boy People."
"She has those monsters for cousins."
"Unrelated to her, 'Boy' people." Heero smirked this was too good, usually Trowa caught on much quicker than this, he hardly ever got to yank the chain of the tall European boy. Trowa blinked a few times and then when it finally clicked. He actually laughed out loud. The rest of the table looked at him in surprised. Wufei looked disgruntled.
"What is so funny Barton?"
"Oh nothing, nothing at all." This was getting more and more interesting by the day.
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Settling into their favorite spot under the cherry tree, Mouse eyed Duo speculatively. He had something on his mind, he was agitated and nervous, had been all morning. He hadn't stopped chewing on his braid since their first class and had only given it a rest during lunch long enough to shovel his food into his mouth, even faster than usual, and thats sayiing something. Duo was watching her from under his bangs again. Damn now that he actually had her all to himself, how the Hell was he going to ask her about what was bothering him, without looking like a complete jackass.
"Mouse."
"Mmm."
"Last night you said something that's been really bothering me..."
Duo hadn't expected the tightening of her shoulders or the look of pain that quickly flashed across her face as her hands tightened into fists in her lap. Mouse, tensed, oh god, what had she said wrong? Was he disgusted with her now? Would he tell her to leave him and his friends alone? She, she'd been so happy last night, it really had been kind of well, hot listening to him jack off while she'd been on the phone with him. He must think she was a some kind of sicko for NOT getting mad at him. Oh god this was it, he was going to tell her....
"I'm sorry Mouse, if it's a painful memory I won't pry."
"Huh?" She looked up at confusion now plain in her soft smoky eyes.
"Y-your first time, and you know the guy (or guys) you've been with."
"You want to know about Dino?" Relief flooded Mouse from head to toe.
"Uh, yeah is that your boyfriends name?"
"Duo, I don't have a boyfriend anymore, he dumped me about 6 months ago." Oddly joy filled Duo's heart at this news. Ah no, wait, she was dumped? What an Asshole....
"D-dumped You! What is he a MORON or something? Tell me where he's at and I'll get Heero and we'll teach him a lesson he won't soon forget."
"Ah, that's okay Duo, he got his just deserts. He got the local pig farmers daughter pregnant, and now he lives with shit, smelly pigs and has a pair of twins all by the ripe old age of 20."
"Pig shit?"
"Pig shit, baby shit, oh just lots and lots of smelly nasty shit." By now both teens were smiling at each other again, and chuckling at the thought of Mouse's ex up to his ears in pig shit and babies. At the time Mouse had been devastated by Dino's infidelity, but now sitting here in the shade with Duo Maxwell, she was kind a glad the handsome Italian boy hadn't been able to keep his dick in his pants.
"Ah so when, um did ya..."
"Lose it? Come and put your head in my lap and I'll tell ya the 'not' so romantic story of my love life."
This was not an odd or unusual request as Duo often put his head in her lap as they talked and sat under the cherry tree he found Mouse's playing with his bangs the gentle stroking of his forehead and hair soothing. So with a grin he turned around and plopped his head in her lap and with a playful grin grabbed her right hand, the one that wouldn't be playing with his hair and held it to his chest.
They honestly had no clue what they looked like to the other students that past by the tree, or their 6 friends who were watching covertly from the cafeteria window. Nearly the entire college believed the two were a hot item. They were almost always together the looks they exchanged seemingly intimate and knowing. None but their closest friends knew that they hadn't yet kissed or even gone on a single date. Rick Hamond the Caption of the Soccer Team walked up to the spying group and looked out the window to see his cousin and her rumored paramour sitting in the grass under the cherry tree. He spoke only after he processed the scene in front of him.
"They still haven't figured it out yet have they?" Six pair of eyes turned to look at the tall black haired, green eyed jock. Trowa looked him up and down and then smirked.
"No threats ....." Trowa nodded towards the oblivious couple under the cherry tree.
"Why state the obvious."
"Good point. Heero knows someone you should meet. Heero, why don't you go introduce Rick here to Mike Phillips, I think they will get along." Rick started, then he looked more closely at the tall banged teenager and his adorable and personal blonde fan club.
"He cute?"
"And clueless."
"Perfect. Yuy?" Heero led the way back into the main cafeteria to introduce the handsome jock to his future boyfriend, the sweet and seriously clueless Mike Phillips. Wufei sighed deeply.
"Are all you Seme bastards this uncommunicative." Trowa raise a slender brow (the one not hidden under his abnormally long bang).
"I am NOT uncommunicative, thank you very much. Besides I'm not gay so the term doesn't apply." Hilde leaned over and stage whispered to Relena.
"Personally, I think Sally is the Seme in that relationship." Relena giggled, the Chinese boy blushed furiously, but smiled at his friends as he launched into one of his more common triads.
"The injustice of it all! That I, Chang Wufei must bend to the whims of a weak 'woman' such as Sally Po. " The whole group broke out laughing.
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AN: That was fun! More coming up soon.