*Warnings: Man, major ANGSTY! I promised myself not to write any angsty fics... you can kill me by sending me flames later on. ^_^0 Heheh... Umm... there's bits of sap, tons of angst so prepare yourselves, cursing, craziness, emotions flying, arguments and insanity. Oh and MAJOR OOC-NESS! In my opinion anyway...
There's deep emotional problems with Duo and Heero's friendship. Will the others get their message through to them?
E-mails/flames/suggestions/compliments maybe? to DeslyDuo@hotmail.com. HAI! *does a pose* ^_^
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"You botched the mission, Duo."
"Excussse ME! If you don't MIND, I would kind of LIKE to LIVE for a little while longer!"
"We were lucky to obtain the disk needed for the mission."
"So you got the disk! Happy?!"
"Technically, no."
Trowa and Quatre sat in the safehouse as they watched Duo and Heero verbally battle it out. It was becoming a not-so-rare site and also an opportunity to see how many words Heero could say in a real conversation, even though it was an argument.
"You crazy Japanese headcase!"
"Are you calling me a Japanese headcase?"
"Do you know anybody within the vicinity that's Japanese? 'Cuz I really don't see anybody who's Japanese except, maybe, YOU?!"
Wufei walked into the room and mouthed, 'Am I late?' He skid towards the table and hauled up a chair next to Trowa. Quatre waved to him and mouthed back, 'It just started.' Wufei sighed contently and watched the action.
"Oz knows what we're after. Next time we won't be able to complete another mission successfully and without much trouble."
"Stop changing the stinking subject!"
"Subjects cannot be stinking. It's not an item or something that can be able to absorb a scent."
"Since when did you become an English teacher? OK, TEACHER! But, we got the disk, got our butts outta the Oz base and we're at the safehouse, FINE?!"
Quatre snorted at Duo's statement and giggled aloud. Trowa gave a glance to his lover and tapped Quatre's hand. Quatre blushed and tried to hold in his laughter. Wufei just glared at them and turned towards the arguing duo.
"It is not fine."
"Then what the hell IS fine for crying out loud?!"
"When Oz doesn't discover what's missing from their files."
"Are you sure? You were supposed to put lots of fake evidence to throw them off YUY!
"I did, but there could always be the possibility of them finding out."
"Geez LOIUSE?! Every fricking mission I just 'happened' to be stuck WITH MR. PERFECT SOLDIER and we 'somehow' get through with it! Along with that, you never seem satisfied with any missions! You're so IMPOSSIBLE HEERO YUY! GRAH!"
Duo stormed out of the kitchen, one hand shoved deep in his pant pocket and the other tightly gripping his braid. Heero shrugged and went up to the bedroom that he conviently shared with Duo. He had to type up his mission report anyway.
Quatre sighed and leaned over on Trowa's shoulder.
"Pity, I was wondering what new insults Duo was going to make. They're handy when it comes to dealing with our enemy."
Trowa nodded. "Have you noticed that this is becoming more and more frequent?"
Wufei agreed. "You'd think they're almost... a couple." Quatre choked and made a wry face.
"Almost a couple? I've been wondering for a very looong time when those two will just get together! But you know Heero, he won't say anything..."
"For the sake of the missions..." Trowa added.
"And Duo is ultra sensitive, maybe?" Wufei nodded. "Yep, but I don't know. It seems too outrageous and I don't know if it'll happen anytime soon."
Quatre nodded. "I think it's about time that I go and have a talk with Duo." He stood up and moved his arms. "Maybe you guys could talk to Heero." Then he walked away towards the back porch.
"Do you want to go and talk to Heero?" Trowa asked Wufei.
"Sure, he's been avoiding me a lot. A perfect opportunity to talk with some honor to know that he might say something," he smiled and confidently stepped forward upstairs.
Trowa shrugged. It wasn't because he didn't know about Heero and Duo, it was because he tried talking to one of them and it didn't work. Now, it was up to the other two.
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Quatre found Duo staring out into a lake, late afternoon, after futile searching in the safehouse. Duo sat on a big grey boulder, overlooking the small lake that was next to the house. His eyes were lowered, shoulders slumped and both hands cupped his face. His braid lazily sat around him, creating a whiplike figure, but it too, was dishelved and uncombed to the strand. Quatre sighed at the figure that sat lonely in the late sunset that basked people to happiness.
"Duo? Are you are right? You feeling better? Duo?" Quatre jogged up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He sat down next to him and looked over.
Duo raised a tear stained face and sniffed. "Hi, Quatre, what a surprise. What brings you here? Finally got enough of Wufei's speeches?" And he sniffed again, rubbing his eyes in the process.
Quatre sadly smiled. "No. Not that really. Seriously, I know as much as it sounds painful to say, but I must bring this up. This arguing with Heero, it isn't right. It can't go on like this." Quatre patted Duo on the back as he enunciated his words to him.
Duo looked back at him and his face was downcast. "Ok, I give. I don't want to, but I-I-I can't help it. First, he talks more during the arguments and second, I'm madly in love with the headcase." He turned around and tears began to slowly leak from his eyes once again.
"Oh, Duo." Quatre tried to console him. "If you want my honest truth, it almost could've fooled me."
"Fooled you for what?" Sniff.
"As a couple. I wish, I wish you guys would just, would just get together. Or something..." Quatre trailed off and smiled sadly again. He gazed out into the lake as the sun sparkled back in reflection.
Duo's head shot up. "Wha-!? Get--!? THAT GUY--!? You-!?! Know-?! Ah--!! Huuh-!?Kiddin-!?! ME?!"
"What, you thought we didn't know?"
Nod.
"You guys are stumbling around each other. Heero is even more closed up than before, if not less."
"Gaaach," Duo made a face. "He's fucking confused and he's so damn into his missions. Pardon my cursing, it's one of the ways for Americans like me to exploit our anger."
Blink. Nod. Smile.
Duo continued. "Anyway, Heero is what I would call, dense. Well, not that dense really. But him being a soldier and all isn't working out. Sooner or later emotions are going to spill, ironically enough, emotions for me."
Quatre nodded, realization began to dawn upon him.
"I'm glad you decided to talk to me. I guess, I guess, I guess I've been going nuts on you guys. It's kinda creepy I suppose, not hearing me talk all the time. I've gotta admit, those arguments take a lot outta me."
Quatre chuckled and Duo laughed along.
"But Heero buries his feelings and he's way too into his missions. Missions. That's what it's all about. What the fuck is he going to do when the damn war ends? Self destruct with that fucking crazy Wing Zero? Go into isolation? Guard that God damn annoying pink riding Peacecraft for the rest of his fucking life? Get a life! Shit man, he's a real asshole. It's funny though, it's so damn ironic..." Duo's eyes drifted back to the lake and a wind began to gently caress his dark brown bangs, uncovering saddened violet eyes.
Quatre sniffed. He was lucky, very lucky. He had Trowa. Then he remembered what Duo last said. "What do you mean it's ironic? I mean, being it funny?"
Duo looked back at him. "Well, there's some sayings... though I'm not sure it'll work this time..."
Quatre urged him. "Please, tell me?"
Duo shrugged and restarted he had left unfinished. "There's a saying that I've heard, 'We hurt the ones we love most.' I suppose, I guess it could fit, but I dunno. And another is 'If you let go of something or someone and it comes back to you after you let it go, then you know it's love.' Crazy, huh?"
Quatre sat silent and let the thoughts sink into his brain. Yes, it could be true and yes, it was possible. 'How strange,' Quatre thought. "Duo," he started. "Please, go talk to Heero. Do something. This can't go on forever and ever. And if I'm not mistakened, he's obligated to protect Relena because she is crucial to keeping peace. But, I think he would've killed her if it wasn't for something that stopped him..." Quatre raised an eyebrow.
Duo shrugged. "And what's that?"
"He's feeling some compassion and other things, in more ways than one. My heart tells me so."
"Thanks to yours truly, I hope," Duo nodded his head majestically at Quatre and let out another chuckle.
Quatre smiled. "Yes and please, go talk to him. Do something... or else Trowa, Wufei and I will have to force you guys talk!"
Duo thought about it, letting the idea spill back and forth around his mind. "Maybe Quatre," his mouth turned upwards and gave Quatre a brief hug and pat on the back. He slid off the boulder that he sat on and looked around while he stretched his sore bones. "Thanks, Quatre. I'll c'ya later," he called and jogged into the safehouse.
'Please, do think about about it. Your heart is breaking apart with every minute and I can't let that happen...' Quatre's eyes brimmed over with tears and sparkled daintily in the setting sun.
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Wufei jogged up the stairs with his eyes peering back and forth around the top floor. He heard some faint typing coming from the room Heero and Duo bunked in, regardless of all the arguments they've been through.
'I don't know HOW or WHY they'll keep bunking with each other even though they argue their heads off at each other more often. For the sake of Nataku, I hope this goes well,' as Wufei walked up to the door and politely knocked on the door.
The typing paused. "Who's it?" came a familiar voice.
"Wufei. May I come in?"
"Hn. Door's open." The typing resumed and Wufei sighed. He carefully opened the door and shut it quietly behind himself. He observed the chaotic area where Duo obviously slept at and Heero's as well. All nice and neat. A Heero thing. Wufei took a deep breath and opened his mouth to talk.
"Mind if we talk?"
"About what."
"Duo... and your arguments.."
"What about them."
"Don't you, regard any, emotions towards Duo, whatsoever?"
Heero stopped typing to look at Wufei. "Why?"
"Because, it seems like, you're acting different lately, around Duo."
Heero turned around and quickly clicked to send his report to the doctors. He shut down the laptop and took a proper glance at Wufei. "If you think there's something wrong, you're wrong."
Wufei made a face and threw his hands up into the air. "Don't you, like Duo? Love him? Anything?!!" he demanded.
"No."
"Heero..."
Heero looked at him. "What."
"You. Fucking. Suck. At. Lying."
Heero, for the first time, looked surprised and was caught offguard. "What the hell are you saying?!" he sputtered.
"You heard me." Wufei's jawline tightened. "You're running away, Heero. You can't run away from emotions. You're bound to crack any time soon. Emotions can be hidden, but you can never ever run away." He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall for Heero's reaction.
Heero glared at him. "What do you know about emotions?" he snapped back.
"A hell of a lot more than anybody thinks."
"How?"
"I've got one hell of a lover."
"WHAT!?!"
"And no, I won't tell you or anybody who it is. My point is about you and Duo. Shimatta, when are you going to admit you love him?"
"Admit what? There is nothing to admit."
"Like I said before. You fucking suck at lying. Or, if you can take it a step further, 'suck Duo.' Think about it and admit it. You don't have to tell anyone, but admit it to yourself and Duo. For the sake of Nataku, go talk to the boy. I think you have more honor than what you think, Heero."
Wufei finished talking. All he could do was gauge Heero's reaction. If Heero wasn't going to do anything, he made up his mind that he'd do something about it. 'For my sake and the others.. he'd better talk to Duo.' Wufei sternly watched the Prussion eyed boy.
Heero sat still in the chair and looked away. It was true and it was still true in that moment. He buried his feelings for his missions so that he wouldn't pity anybody killed or worthwhile. His eyes wandered around the room, deep in thought, until they stopped at the desk he sat at. He stared at a picture that was taped on the top right hand corner of his laptop screen as he suddenly realized what that picture meant.
It was Duo, clad in a handsome school uniform before he'd usually strip off the tie and grey jacket as the day would wear on. He was smiling broadly, but something glinted in Duo's eyes. Heero grabbed a magnifying glass and squinted at the picture while Wufei stood by the door expectantly. In reflection to Duo's eyes, there was a familiar figure that walked by the camera person, in the same uniform as Duo.
It was Heero. Heero's heart thumped loudly into his ears and dropped the magnifying glass onto the desk. 'When did, how did Duo tape this on my laptop? When didn't I notice it before?' Heero's face was in utter confusion. He turned to Wufei in shock as to ask, 'Why? How?'
Wufei must've been pyschic because he answered him. "Duo it put it there some time ago." Wufei rubbed his hands irritatingly and turned his head to look at the ceiling. "Maybe, maybe because you didn't mind so you let it stay there. The only thing that's holding Duo is hope." Wufei paused and stared back into Heero's dark orbs. "Hoping that maybe one day you'll like him. LOVE him, anything to give him a different emotion that he has never seen from you."
Heero opened his mouth in shock and closed it again. His eyes turned towards Duo's bed that laid askew with blankets and pillows strewn all about it. Manga and candy wrappers were flopped around the bed and flung about carelessly. A dark hair tie laid upon another desk, slowly moving in distress and forlornly sat there.
Heero walked over to the desk and picked it up. He looked back at Wufei with a lost look and walked over to him.
"Now what?"
"Go find him. Apologize. Tell him what you feel. Or else I'll bring Relena Peacecraft over here and find the whole Oz army to pay us a visit." Wufei smirked and shrugged. He casually sauntered out the door, with his sword at his side. He paused in the hallway to look at Heero. "Oh, by the way, you owe me. Big time." Then he went away.
Heero looked at the hair tie in his hand that he grasped firmly. 'Must go find Duo...' He thought and rushed outside towards the back porch.
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As Duo paused to lean against the railing on the back porch. He stared at the golden sun that slowly began its descent towards the ground to make room for the moon. 'Maybe Quatre is right. I could talk to him, but Heero is a blockhead. Just this time, I'll do it.'
Duo turned around to find Heero just walk onto the porch. The falling sun accented his features at maximum and highlighted his moss colored hair. His eyes were alight from the rays and the wind toyed with his hair as he stood there, looking at Duo.
"Oh, hi, Heero. What a coincidence, I was going to look for you. Saved me some trouble, huh?" Duo gave him a weak smile and casually walked up to him. He noticed a hair tie in Heero's hand. "Hey, whatcha got there, Heero? Isn't that my hair band?" Duo looked up at Heero with confused eyes. "What's going on?"
Heero looked at him and fidgeted a little. "I want to... apologize for my behavior, earlier on. I was just worried about the mission. Will you forgive me?"
Duo looked at him blankly. 'He's saying he's sorry.. he's apologizing... to me... is he on crack?! But, then again, I'm glad he said he's sorry.'
"Aa, no need to say that. I'm practically used to it, sadly enough." Duo chuckled and his dry laughter drifted into the wind, passing Heero's ears. "But I forgive you. Um, anything else you need to say before I get something to eat?"
"Umm, ai shiteru...?"
Duo's jaw dropped open, revealing a very big O and his eyes widened as the words hit his ears.
'Did he do something? Is he drunk? On A LOT OF crack? Sniffed too much gasoline? Been around Quatre and Trowa during one of their hot make out sessions?' Duo raised an eyebrow and put a hand on Heero's shoulder.
"Heero," he peered deeply into his eyes. "Have you been around Quatre and Trowa during their hot make out sessions because I could've SWORN I heard you say ai shiteru, but that's JUST my imagination, ne?"
Heero allowed a very small smile creep up to his features and replied back.
"No. I'm not on any drug whatsoever and no, I haven't watched them while they do anything that involves contact with skin." Heero decided to add some more.
"Also, I'm not drunk. So, ai shiteru, Duo."
Duo's eyes bugged out of their sockets and his jaw dropped again. He scratched his head with his free hand and waved the other in front of Heero.
"Are you... absol-bally-lutely positively I'm giving my word as a person pinky winky promise Heero Yuy sure that you're agreeing with what you just said?!!"
"Hai."
"As much as I hate to admit it, ai shiteru, Heero." Duo fell onto Heero and he caught him just in time. "You can be such a pain in the ass, Heero," he mumbled in Heero's ear.
"Let's find out." Heero carried Duo back into the house, passing three pairs of widened eyes and into their bedroom. He locked it and placed Duo on his bed.
"Find out what?" Duo asked curiously, his tanktop strap sloowly slipping off of his shoulder as he sat on the bed.
"Find out if I'm a good pain in the ass, or a bad pain in the ass," Heero smirked and jumped Duo.
Duo's eyes widened. "Hopefully, a GOOD pain in the ass, Heero!" he managed to say before his mouth was plundered by a horny Heero Yuy.
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@Owari@
Lovely, ne? Maybe I'll do an epilogue of it someday... in the mean time, you can e-mail me at DeslyDuo@hotmail.com! I'll await your mail! ^_^v
Duo: Hai! Go and e-mail her!
Heero: Hn.
Wufei: Dammit. I wanted to get Relena Peacecraft to bother them.
Desly: Pity, next time Wu-chan!
Wufei: DON'T CALL ME THAT WOMAN!!!!
Desly: Hehe hehe hehe... Ja ne! ^_~
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