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A/N: R&R.
"Something's a little bit,
Miss-ing,
Something's a little bit,
Wrong…
Something's a little bit,
Out of my sight,
Something's a little bit,
In the other room…" I sighed, washing the dishes. Making up a song as I went along wasn't helping much of anything. I was still feeling just as down as before. Why I felt down, I had no idea. I just did. I stared into the sink, eyes unfocused. My thoughts kept drifting to Duo.
"Sugar pie, Honey-bunch,
You know I love you…" I sang the first thing that came to mind, then stopped. This wasn't working.
"What are you thinking about?" I looked over my shoulder at Quatre, who was leaning against the counter, watching me. I turned back to the sink and shrugged.
"Dunno." I said vaguely. Quatre frowned.
"You're feeling more than nothing."
"True. But doesn't everyone feel something more than nothing?"
"Not everyone." I half-turned and shot Quatre an incredulous look over my shoulder. He smiled a little.
"You're kidding."
"I'm not." I blinked owlishly at him for a moment before turning back to the sink, frowning.
"That's strange." I murmured. "Everyone has to feel something under all that nothing. Even if it's pain or sadness. Or some other weird emotion I can't name. They can't just be empty."
"I wish that were true." I paused for a second, frowning in consternation.
"It should be true. If you don't feel anything at all, you wouldn't even be alive. Even animals feel things. Fear, most noticeably. Caution, definitely… anger… happiness… They live very simplistic lives, really… just focusing on staying alive…"
"Yet that doesn't help you." I gave a short, amused laugh and looked into the sink, setting aside the plate I was washing to dry and starting on the pot we had cooked our rice in.
"Yeah… no… I don't know…" I sighed. "I just I'm just tired and looking for something to make me happier." I looked at up at the dark sky through the window that was right in front of the sink, and my eyes landed on the full moon. A sudden wave of nostalgia hit me, and I stopped washing the pot suddenly. "You know." I said suddenly, and Quatre made a noise of recognition, half out of surprise to show that he was listening. "I found out what that song was that Solo used to sing to us the other day," Behind me, Quatre turned his head to the door and smirked. Duo was poking his head around the door, looking very curious, and upon seeing Quatre smirk at him, he came around and leaned on the doorframe, his arms crossed and silent. "It was written by Bruno Mars, and it was called 'Talking to the Moon'. I heard some girls singing it at a Karaoke bar the other day, so I looked it up, and the verses I remembered were the same." I paused, remembering the lyrics, and everything was silent, so I took in a slow, deep breath, and began to sing, nostalgia helping me hit every note.
"I know you're somewhere out there,
Somewhere far away,
I want you back…
I want you back…" The boys looked at me with utter surprise, their eyes wide; and in Duo's case, jaw dropped. I was singing full-throated, not holding anything back, closing my eyes while I did so.
"My neighbors think I'm crazy,
But they don't understand,
You're all I have…
You're all I have…" I frowned in concentration as I got to the lyrics I didn't know by heart.
"At night when the stars,
Light on my room,
I sit by myself…
Talking to the moon…
Trying to get to you…
In hopes you're on the other side,
Talking to me too,
Oh, am I a fool… who sits alone… talking to the moon…
Oooo…
I'm feeling like I'm famous,
The talk of the town,
They say I've gone mad,
Yeah, I've gone mad…
But they don't know what I know,
'Cause when the sun goes down,
Someone's talking back,
Yeah, they're talking back,
Oooh,
At night when the stars,
Light on my room,
I sit by myself,
Talking to the moon,
Trying to get to you,
In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too,
Oh, am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon,
Oooh…" the song trailed off then, and so did I, looking back down at the sink from where I'd been staring at the moon all this time, and starting to scrub again. I nearly jumped when I heard more clapping coming from behind me than one person could make. I whipped my head around so fast I nearly put a crick in my neck. Duo was standing in the doorway, smiling appreciatively, and I felt my face heat up, and I saw him stop clapping in surprise before I turned sharply back to the sink, trying to hide my face with my hair. He-heard-me-sing, he-heard-me-sing, he heard me sing! My god… I could sing for anyone but him without getting this embarrassed. I cared about what he thought too much. Plainly said, I was just shy with my singing voice around him.
"Are you blushing?" I heard him move aside and walk towards me as Quatre left the kitchen. I didn't move. Quatre, don't leave me! I thought wildly, and I got the mental image of a smirk in return. I frowned in disbelief for a moment, not able to fully get rid of the butterflies as I heard Duo's footsteps come closer. Traitor. Smug smile. What? I thought in confusion, and then Duo was next to me, and I blocked Quatre off. I was suddenly aware that Duo was an inch or two taller than me now, and I swallowed nervously, my face burning a ruby red. I stared into the sink, hair falling into my face, and I felt him gently, carefully push my hair behind my ear, and I kept staring at the pot I was washing, giving the pot a second and then a third scrubbing, still blushing madly. "I reckon the pot's pretty clean by now." I looked up at the amused-sounding observation in surprise, and I saw Duo's violet eyes shining in amusement at point blank. My breath vanished for a moment, and my barriers dropped, and I distantly thought: 'Don't look into the shinigami's eyes…" it was a caption I saw on cartoon on a table in a barbershop that I'd passed by the other day. Sometimes I thought I had photographic memory. I felt a mental mind nudge, and I finished the thought unconsciously. '-He'll steal your soul…' The nudger felt amused, but that was info that went straight into the back of my mind. Seeing Duo's amused, violet eyes at point blank was… lethal in it's… mind-boggling… attractiveness…
He smiled. I blinked, my grip on the pot's handle having gone slack awhile ago, and suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, pulling me to his chest. I went numb automatically in surprise, eyes wide, hand slipping limply from the pot's handle. It was all I could do to keep my back straight as he nestled his chin onto my shoulder. God! Get a grip girl! I thought, and I swallowed as I tried not to let Duo know that I was relying on him to hold me up until I regained the feeling in my legs. I could tell he was feeling affectionate, and absent-mindedly, I pecked him on the cheek, and I felt him freeze. I blinked in surprise, regaining the feeling in my legs and turning my head curiously into his as I took some more of my weight and started to wrap my arms around him in return. Then I felt him turn his head into mine, and I felt his lips kiss my cheek. I grinned over his shoulder. Screw the butterflies; there were fireworks in my stomach now. I kissed him again, and this time his response was quicker. I did it again, and his response was even quicker. I couldn't hold back the giggle this time, and I felt him turn his head into mine curiously. I could feel him smiling. I leaned forward and whispered:
"Kisu no sensou."
Heero face-palmed on the other side of the door, leaning against the wall, just out of sight. Quatre grinned at him after doing a victorious and silent fist-pump from where he was leaning over with his hands on his knees, trying to get his ear as close to the door as he could without being seen. Heero silently sighed, and what he was thinking was rather obvious. Trio was just like Duo, using the secret language they had been taught in the military- otherwise known as Japanese- frivolously. Noin must've taught Trio much less seriously. Honestly… using Japanese to say 'kiss war'? It was too cute, and definitely not a serious use of the language.
An eruption of giggles came from the kitchen and Heero rolled his eyes and walked away. He'd heard enough. Trowa smiled from where he stood behind Quatre, dirty glass in hand. He'd been waiting to get into the kitchen to wash his water glass, but upon hearing the reason for his having been stalled, he simply smiled, turned and placed it on a nearby table before going back to what he had been doing. Quatre looked around and straightened up. Upon realizing he was alone, his face split into a joyful grin and he did a silent, five-second victory dance. Yes!