Things Are Not as They Seem6
The Year was After Colony 200
General Cameron Blackwell of the Pegasus organization has made a move against the Preventers claiming that they cannot resolve all nations and colony problems. He put forth that the nations and the colonies should have their own standing army. World Peace leader Relena Darlian disagrees with General Blackwell's notion saying that standing armies will bring back war.
Chapter 6
Trowa was glaring at his computer screen again and then at the mobile suit standing on the platform. I silently watched him from my perch on the suit I was working on. We get to move into the apartment today, as a house warming gift Nicola said she was going to help us get it all furnished. Colonel Jones also made note of earlier this morning about our new address.
Trowa had been Trowa, silently thinking and a bit indifferent. Now he was getting angry, if not angry already. I can tell because he is gripping the sides of the stand where the computer sat with a white knuckled grip and he had a frown on his face.
I use the cable and hop a ride down to where he is and look at the computer screen. I can see why he's so angry. "The pilot is an idiot," I said behind him.
Nearly everything on the list from air compression to zone readings there was something wrong. The pilot notes weren't very helpful either. I can see that he pressed the see pilot button on the computer. That must be what he's waiting on.
"Mister Maxwell don't you have a suit to work on of your own?" asked Second Lieutenant Green as he walked down the path towards Trowa.
I nodded and then went back to my computer screen and clicked a couple of buttons, and then made my way back up to the arm of the mobile suit. I kept an ear out.
"Why do you need to speak with the pilot Mister Barton?" Green said.
"The pilot reports," he said simply. "Without real data from the pilot I cant make repairs, I don't know what's wrong."
Green leaned over and looked at the screen. "He gave you a report."
Trowa turned to look at the Lieutenant, I wish I could see his expression but with his back to me I cant. "Telling me the left arm needs fixed is not telling me what is wrong with the left arm, is the join compression not working? Is it to sensitive, or not enough? I need data, facts, not third grade sentences." Okay Trowa was angry, he doesn't raise his voice, at least I have never heard him do so but I could hear him clearly from my perch on the suit's arm.
"Work with it, you use to be a Gundam pilot," Green replied.
"Lieutenant Green," Nicola walked up saluting him. "It is the mechanic's right to call the pilot, even if the reports gave him everything he needed-"
"I didn't ask you miss Collar, go back to your post," Green yelled at Nicola.
I didn't like that one bit and hopped back off the mobile suit. "If Trowa wants the pilot let him have the pilot," I said.
"I have the right to fire you, all three of you," Green started.
"No you don't," said a cold female's voice from behind Green. I watched Marranda for a long moment. "At ease Mister Maxwell, no need to shoot anyone," she said calmly. "Lieutenant Green, please go back to your post, I will handle this. Oh and for the future, if the mechanic ever needs to talk to or work with the pilot of any mobile suit, you will abide and get the last pilot of that suit is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am," Green said saluted and walked away from us. Marranda stepped aside.
"This is Samantha McClair, she was the last one to pilot this mobile suit," Marranda said as a woman nodded her head to us. Well to Trowa.
"I apologize for the report, but I don't know any of these things," she said.
"Then we will work on it together, please get inside the cockpit," Trowa said softly to the woman. Nicola went back to her platform, I stood there and glared at Samantha.
Duo tapped his tool against the hunk of metal he was sitting on watching Trowa and Samantha. She smile gently and gave butterfly touches to his hands and arms. She blushed often when she apologized. Duo learned quickly that she didn't know the first thing when it came to a mobile suit. So he wondered why she was a pilot. So Duo sat and glared at the two of them. Trowa would get close to her in the cockpit to read or look at something and he could see her breath catch, and her eyes lock on Trowa.
He was paying so much attention that he almost didn't catch Nicola coming up beside him. "You're gonna make a dint in the shell," she said. Duo looked at her and then to where he was tapping the tool and then stopped.
"Eh," he said in reply. Nicola moved slightly and looked at Trowa and Samantha.
Nicola gasped as if it finally dawned on her. "You like Trowa…" she whispered. Duo dropped his tool and it clanked and banged into the arm of the suit.
"Damn it," Duo cursed and reached down to try and grab it. Did he really like Trowa? Yeah sure he found the guy nice to be around, but he had been this path with Heero once, the strong silent type didn't normally sit well with him. Heero had chosen Relena after all. He thought about it. They were getting an apartment with one bedroom and Trowa had agreed on a single queen sized bed. They had fallen asleep next to each other while in the motel room, but Trowa still managed to stay on his side of the bed and he on his. They were just good friends.
"Duo, move," Nicola said as Duo still couldn't reach it.
"I got it," he argued.
"You need someone with longer arms," Nicola protested.
"I said I got it…" Duo groaned as he stretched his arm and fingers.
"Move," came the deep voice of Trowa. Duo looked up at him as he knelt down. Duo moved away and let Trowa bend over to reach for the dropped tool. Which he recovered and handed it back to Duo.
"Thanks Tro," Duo said. Trowa nodded his head and went back to his work.
Duo waited with Nicola for Trowa at the front gate. Duo frowned and glared when he saw Samantha following Trowa out.
"Thank you so much for your help Tro," she said. Duo clenched his fist glaring daggers at the woman. "See you tomorrow."
Trowa waved to her and stood with Duo and Nicola. Trowa was watching Duo. "She called you Tro."
"You call me Tro," he replied.
"But its my nickname for ya," Duo countered.
"Well congratulations you got another -" Trowa started but paused when he saw Duo glaring at him. "I can ask her not to."
"Oh no, if ya like her callin ya Tro by all means," Duo said and crossed his arms. Nicola watched silently for a moment.
"So shopping?" she asked. "We have the entire weekend to get you two moved into your new apartment."
It didn't take long before Duo was bouncing and talking off Nicola and Trowa's ear. Mostly to Nicola, telling her his days on the Sweepers ship and going through space. They walked into the furniture store.
"Two twins," Duo said excitedly to the man that came up to greet them before Trowa or Nicola had a chance to say anything. The former Heavyarms pilot looked at Duo, but nodded his head in agreement.
Here I thought we had agreed on a Queen. I guessed I missed a conversation somewhere where it changed to two twins. I half wonder if it had anything to do with Samantha. She was an idiot of a pilot, she didn't even know how to pull up the status screen, let alone her ammo or why kind of ammo she used. Nicola was there with us as we looked around the stores. We got dishes, towels, curtains and other household items she said we needed.
So now we were looking at beds and covers. The beds would be there until Sunday so Duo and I had two days of sleeping on the floor or couch.
"Duo," I whispered. He stopped his but bounce on the bed and looked at me.
"Yeah Trowa?" he asked. That had to be it. Samantha had called me Tro, and granted only Duo had ever used any sort of nicknames on us. I admit I didn't like her using it, she used it the once and I am starting to think it was on purpose. "If ya not gonna say anything why call my name?"
I must have gotten lost in my thoughts again. "Are you sure-"
"Yeah, don't wanna be taken up ya sleepin space," he replied a bit too quickly. I watch him as he looks around the store, Nicola was over looking at sheets and blankets. I sit down next to Duo. He stopped bouncing and turned his entire attention to me.
We could always bring the beds together later. I place my hand over his and give it a pat before asking, "you like this one?"
"Yeah," he agreed.
"We'll get two of them then." We sat there for a long moment. How long I don't know, when ever an employee or Nicola bothered us. The employee was first and we ordered two of the twin beds to be delivered at our apartment on Sunday. Nicola showed us several blankets and sheets. We chose many.
Everything paid for, we stopped by a pizza place on the way home, grabbed some pizza, soda and beer and Duo and I walked home together, to our first apartment.
We didn't have television or cable, so we sat at the table, drank beer, ate some pizza and played cards. My hand was red from Duo smacking it playing some kind of card game, I cant recall the name. He was good at it, but his hand was equally as red. He was laughing and shaking his hand from the last slap I had given him, from a pair of threes.
"That stings," he said.
"Drink more beer the pain will go away," I replied.
"Did they do this?" he asked me. I stop moving my cards for a moment. "The mercenaries when you were growin up."
"They played poker with credits, but yes," I replied.
"Sweepers too, did they let you in on a game?"
"When I was twelve was my first experience with beer and poker," I told him. "I lost that night, nearly three hundred credits. I learned the game after that."
"I was ten," Duo replied. We started the game again only this time I backed away with a red hand.
We stayed and played for a bit more, well until the beer was gone, and then decided on making it to the bedroom for sleep. That was a feat being drunk. Duo was no better, he drank more then I did. We made it, and to our horror we forgot to make the pallet to sleep on. Hell the blankets weren't even out of the bags yet.
So we set to work on taking blankets and sheets out. We managed to build a pallet on the floor. Duo was by the light switch, his shirt coming up over his head. I felt my feet moving, but my mind was fogged.
I reached over and turned the light out. I heard Duo hit the wall softly.
I pressed my lips against his, I felt his moan in my mouth. My eyes closed in the dark as my hands moved over burning skin. We kissed.
I don't know when he got his hands free of his shirt, but they were and they were on my chest moving around to my back, I felt nails dig into my skin. I pressed closer to the body that was in front of me. Hearing the breathing catch and moans of pleasure from the kiss alone. Duo was my undoing.
My hands working quickly at his jeans as my lips traveled down his exposed neck. I could feel his heart beat
pounding his blood through his veins, rapid and quick.
"Tro…" he breathed out, as his hands slid down my sides and tugged at my own jeans. Finally having his undone they slide easily to the ground, his underwear was quick to follow. My hand gripped him and he let out a gasp and dug his fingers into my skin more. I gently moved my hand down and then back up his shaft. His eyes closed his head back against the wall. I looked at him in the shadowy night darkness of our room. My drunkenness seemed to have left me.
"Duo," I whispered in his ear.
"Yes," he answered my unspoken question. I kissed him again, his mouth opened up for me. I moved us slowly away from the wall and towards the pallet that we had made. Feeling it with my bare feet I moved Duo around and he went easily enough to the pallet. I finished undressing and moved over top of him. Our bodies touched each other briefly and he groaned out. His hands reaching for me, and found my skin.
Taking my hand I moved it back down to his groin and took him in hand again, only this time I moved myself with it. Our arousals rubbing against each other, Duo moaned on the pallet below me. He pushed up against me and I moaned with him. Leaning down I captured his lips again and pushed my tongue inside. Duo met the battle with his own. His moans vibrated my mouth and went down my throat to my stomach and lower regions.
Moving to cover his body with mine I felt his hands searching over me.
"Tro-" he breathed into my mouth, and then I felt his legs wrap around him and our groins press against each other harder. I moved to gain friction, he moaned.
And all too soon. It was over…