L2's Child
by Nix Winter
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I believe Bandai does.
Chapter Ten
Two months. It's not that long, really. All the things I don't remember about Heero from whenever before, now, sitting here in the living room, listening to him breathe in his sleep, I know I loved him then, I love him now. God, he's beautiful. I'm told I kicked it around on Earth for a while. I guess I met him there, on the beach. I fucking shot him. Me = suicidal, obviously. His eyes though are blue like pictures of the Earth sky, on a beach, where it's warm. When my kid's born, and it's big enough, I want to take it there, and say, that, that's your daddy's eyes.
Stupid, yeah? Well, so there are just so many things to think about. It's like I get to live again. I get a family. I get great friends. All the past is the past.
Duo Maxwell sat cross legged on the couch, his belly round, protruding, even though the floppy shirt he wore covered him like a dust cloth thrown over a skinny statue. One arm around his belly, he flicked the remote with his other hand. The TV was not the grand TV that Quatre the Weasel of Sunlight had wanted to put into the apartment, but it still took up much of the living room wall. It had more channels than Duo had bothered to count.
He snickered, rubbed his belly and little version of Heero growing within him felt a rush of euphoria, and stopped changing channels. A short blond kid was running from some adults, a paint bucket in his hands. It was in Japanese, but that was okay, because even though Duo didn't know when or how, he was good at English, Japanese, and French. At least, good if one counted swear words at double points.
A ball of fur joined him on the couch and he petted her, smiling, utterly lost as the little blond stole this magic scroll, forbidden scroll, whatever it was. He bit his lip when the one teacher showed up, threatening to kill the kid.
The giant metal pronged throwing star flew through the air at the kid. Violet eyes wide as twilight, Duo meeped, both arms around his belly, the cat rubbing at the back of his neck.
"Hey love," Heero whispered. Petting the cat, he leaned close and kissed Duo's cheek. "Hey Beautiful. What are you watching?"
"This old show. About this demon kid. No one likes him," Duo said, pausing so he could lean back and kiss Heero. "I like it. It just started. Want to watch?"
"Did you eat," Heero asked. His hand slid under Duo's chin to caress, to guild back so he could look into his eyes.
"Yeah, did. Took my vitamin too. Don't I always?"
"Yeah." Heero's lips touched softly, warmth against warmth. "I love you, Duo Maxwell. I'm always going to ask, just in case. Are you hungry now?"
"Yeah," Duo admitted. The cat jumped away as he leaned back, fingers brushing through Heero's short bed messy hair. "Of course."
"Want eggs? I'll make omelets?"
"That'd be awesome. Thank you, Heero." Duo stretched out on the couch, arching and yawning. "What are you doing today?"
"I thought I might look into that shop a little more. Are you sure you want a shop?"
"Ha hahaha! I can't believe he did that! This stuff is great! We should be ninja, Heero!"
"We're mecha pilots," Heero said. Eggs cracked. "After that, we're officers of the law. Your memories are going to come back."
Duo curled in on himself a little, chewing his lip. "Maybe I always wanted to be a ninja," Duo offered. The show continued then, volume down. "Besides, whatever we were doesn't mean what we'll be."
Heero squatted down, a plate of omelet held out. "That's true. If we get the shop, we can do anything we want with it. All I want right now is to be with you."
Duo made a face as he sat up. Heero put the plate in his hands and took a place on the couch.
"Come on, Heero," Duo said, a fork full of food already half way to his mouth. "I'm not that interesting. You must want something else too. I mean, I'm glad I'm interesting for you, but … Heero, just don't get bored, okay?"
"I'll take up painting," Heero smiled, teasing. "I'll be out for a little while, looking at that shop and getting some more supplies. You'll be okay?"
"Of course," Duo said, tilting this head back, cocky.
"I'm gonna sit here and watch the history of Konaha. I wonder if it was a real place."
"Don't know," Heero admitted. "We can find out. We'll go there, if you want."
"No naming the kid Orochimaru though. No weird Japanese names. He's a child of L2."
"L2 has Japanese people. Who's Orochimaru?"
"Don't know. Just some character from that show. I'm going to shower. Want to come with me?"
Duo finished the last of the omelet, paused the ninja kid again, and nodded. "I'm a lazy bastard."
"But you're my lazy bastard," Heero purred, nuzzling the back of Duo's neck. "And I get to wash your hair."
Heero held out his hand. "You're sure I'm not boring?"
"You have never, ever been boring."
"I read that a good pregnancy is supposed to be boring."
Heero gave Duo's hand a squeeze, grinned over his shoulder. "That was before you were doing it."