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Hi all
It's been SUCH a long time! I'm so sorry, my ISP was unforgiving when it came to a payment and I nearly died when I couldn't get back on to post.
However, I managed to return. This chapter's more a bit of fluffy fun than anything else before bad things happen, so take whilst you can get it!
As always, thank you all for sticking with me and sorry if I didn't reply to your review due to the net failure hiccup thing.
Foreseeable Future, by Hikishi
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. This displeases me but hey, what can I do? So please, save your breath and don't sue.
Pairings: ?
Warnings: Blood, Violence, Swearing (of course), Death (though anyone important)
Genres: Angst, Drama, Action, Hurt/Comfort.
Foreseeable Future
Chapter Eight
Predicting Trouble
Another twenty four hours flew by with no further clues, or activity. Heero found himself splashing out on a full Chinese banquet to appease both his sulky charge and Wufei, who had dropped by on more of a social call than anything else. They talked shop over dinner and retired to the living room to watch movies after he left.
The company seemed to have brought Duo out of his funk, as he sat watching the film and making the occasional comment.
"You know," Duo spoke up as the credits began to roll. "I'm sorry you have to babysit me. I can be a complete pain in the ass on good days."
"You said it, not me." Heero pointed out, snagging the mostly empty popcorn bowl and making his way to the kitchen area.
"Yeah. Quat tells me that I can be frustrating." He sighed. "I guess I just wanted to…say thank you. For protecting me."
"Just doing my job."
And in the instant the words left his mouth, Heero knew it was without a doubt the most asshole thing he could have said.
"Of course."
The door chime went before either of them could speak and Heero went to answer before he could do something like shove his foot further down his throat.
He didn't know what he was expecting when he pulled open the door, but a priest and a nun certainly wasn't it.
"Can I help you?"
The priest smiled benignly and spoke.
"Yes, we're from the church and we'd like to talk to you today about-"
There was the unmistakeable sound of Duo choking on his drink and spraying all over the lounge and a loud "Holy Jesus Christ whatthefuck?!"
"Duo Maxwell! what have I told you about taking the Lord's name in vain?" The priest called in a stern tone.
"Sorry Father!" Came the apologetic reply. Then… "Father?" The witness stumped over to the door and stood peering over Heero's shoulder in disbelief. "Father, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same question of you my child." His smile faded and Heero watched the man's face grow stormy as he looked them up and down. "Duo? I think you'd better come with me."
The Preventer was, to say the least, stymied. Duo leaning on his shoulder had apparently offended the cleric somewhat but he couldn't for the life of him, figure out why. Still couldn't when Duo shrieked in his ear and began to laugh, really hard. The priest glared at them and Heero wanted to punch the psychic, who had currently buried his head into his neck, howling with mirth.
"Duo, this isn't funny."
"It's freaking hilarious!" The long haired man huffed between giggles.
"Would you like to let us in on the joke Duo?" The nun asked, even her lips twitched at the open display of mirth.
"Oh hey, Sis-sister Helen!" he hiccupped, and shook even harder with laughter.
"Duo…" Heero warned.
"Jeez, this is so funny! Father Maxwell - your face!"
If anything, the priest's glare intensified.
"I still fail to see the humour."
"Father Maxwell's trying to protect my virtue." Duo wheezed.
Yuy blinked.
Looked at the priest.
Remembered that he had not bothered to change out of boxers and t-shirt today.
Remembered that Duo was wearing one of his shirts that was entirely too big and swamped him down to mid thigh, making him look like he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
That he hadn't brushed his hair after washing it.
"This…isn't what it looks like." Heero babbled. Duo burst into a fresh set of loud giggles at his words. The Preventer tried to elbow him but mostly missed.
"Oh, and what is it supposed to look like?" Father Maxwell questioned.
"Look, I'm a Preventer…"
"A Preventer? Surely the law isn't this corrupted!"
"No you don't understand-"
"Ya don't have to worry about my virtue Father." Duo snorted. "Heero's a perfect gentleman."
"You're not helping, Maxwell." Heero hissed, wishing he had a gag.
"He's my guard!" The psychic announced gleefully.
"I'm not your guard Duo!" He shot back, then turned to address the two visitors in as polite a tone as he could manage. "Would you like to come inside whilst I call my superior? This could take some explaining."
"Thank you young man."
Heero stepped back to let them pass and headed for the phone. Une was not going to be happy at the turn of events. As he picked up the cordless from the hall table, he hear Sister Helen gasp.
"Duo, what happened to you? You look terrible."
"Well, I sorta had a bit of a lucky escape…"
Agent Yuy whacked the plastic against his forehead. Une was going to kill him.