He was absolutely perfect. Golden tan skin, shiny dark
brown hair, the most intense and intimidating cobalt
blue eyes, strong, well toned muscles, and overall, he
was just gorgeous. Duo sometimes wondered about the
morality of the feelings he held for Heero Yuy, but he
figured he was damned anyway, so he could think
whatever the hell he wanted. The American pilot
grinned sheepishly as he continued to peer through the
bathroom door's keyhole. He had stayed perfectly still
in that squatting position for almost twenty minutes,
completely oblivious to everything but the Japanese
boy fresh out of the shower with a white towel wrapped
around his slim waist. Duo didn't even happen to
notice that someone had come into the room several
minutes earlier and now that someone was standing
directly behind him.
Duo remained aware of the other presence until it
grabbed him by the braid, pulled him away from the
door, and pinned him roughly against the closest solid
object, which just so happened to be Heero's bed. "Ow!
Oi, baka! Leggo!" Duo squealed. He squirmed wildly,
trying with desperation to pull his beloved chestnut
brown braid out of its tormentor's hands. "Wufei, let
go--owww! That really hurts! Don't pull! Don't pull!"
Inside the bathroom, Heero turned his gaze to the
door, listening to Duo's cries. Something about the
braided pilot's choice of words did not sound right.
The Chinese boy kneeling over Duo smirked pleasantly
at his violet-eyed comrade writhing in pain beneath
him. "Y'know, Duo." Wufei began calmly, twisting the
long braid just to hear Duo yelp. "At a certain age
people stop playing practical jokes." He narrowed his
dark eyes at the helpless boy as his smile faded. He
released the American's braid and held him down by his
shoulders. "I'm guessing your brain never reached that
age."
Duo blinked innocently as he rubbed the back of his
head. Some of the neatly braided long strands had come
out and were now hanging wildly around his face and
down his back. "Nani?" He asked with a faint smile.
Wufei growled and put pressure on Duo's shoulders
until he again cried out in pain. "What'd I do?" Duo
whimpered. "Get off! That hurts! Oww!"
Wufei frowned and relented a little on the pressure he
had on Duo's shoulders. "You know very well what you
did." He said sternly.
Duo gazed at him, looking pathetically naïve. "Iie."
"You put four of my textbooks in the toilet along with
a dead goldfish..."
Duo looked blank for a moment, then he slowly smiled.
"Oh, that. That was hours ago."
Wufei scowled furiously and again grabbed Duo's braid.
"If you ever, EVER do anything like that again, I'll
cut off your hair and nail it on my wall as a trophy."
The American's expression suddenly became very
serious. He kicked wildly so Wufei lost his balance
and fell forward, ending up just mere centimeters from
Duos face. "No one messes with my hair and lives."
Duo said very softly. He had gotten a hold on Wufei's
shirt and was showing no sign of letting go. Duo's
violet eyes were narrowed into an intense glare, very
out of character for the normally cheery boy. A
slightly deranged smile spread across his face. "Got
it, buddy?"
"Hai." Wufei muttered, trying his best to sound
unintimidated by the smaller pilot's threat.
Hearing the bathroom door open, then the sound of
soft, familiar footsteps in the room, Duo and Wufei
both looked up. Heero was standing next to the bed
with his arms folded squarely folded over his chest
and his face displaying no emotion as usual. He was
still pretty wet and he had only put on a pair of gray
boxer shorts. Suddenly realizing that he and Duo were
in a very awkward position, Wufei pulled himself out
of the American's grasp and stumbled back a few steps
towards the bathroom. He turned and looked at the
small room for a moment, it had the fresh out of a
shower smell...Wait...If Heero had been taking a shower,
why had Duo been looking through the keyhole when he
had come in? Could they be...No. Wufei decided. No way.
That was just gross. He warily eyed Heero and Duo and
left without another word.
The genuine, happy smile returned to Duo's face as he
bounced into a sitting position and looked up at
Heero. "Ohaiyo!" He said cheerfully.
Heero scowled as Duo played with several loose strands
of hair. This wasn't right. Duo's hair was always
perfect, never out of place. "Out." He told the boy
flatly.
Duo lost his smile as he stood up. "What?"
"Out." The Japanese pilot said again.
"But this is my room too..." Duo began. An angry glare
from Heero instantly shut him up. Duo went to the door
and looked back, giving Heero puppy dog eyes, but the
glare hadn't softened at all. With a heavy sigh, he
stepped outside and shut the door behind him.
Duo wandered aimlessly down the hallway, his
expression stuck in an angry put. Heero had never
kicked him out before. Sure this was a new school, the
fourth one in a little more that a year. The rooms
were small and extremely cramped, but that was no
reason for Heero to make him leave. Maybe Heero knew
that he had been watching him, but wait, hadn't they
already been through that? The American shook his head
in frustration and continued down the hall, mumbling
angrily to himself. "Ano baka Heero." He sharply
turned a corner and started down a staircase. "Just
when we realize we have something for each other that
asshole does this."
Duo brushed past Quatre Winner on his way down the
stairs, but he neglected to notice. The blonde Arabian
saw the troubled look on Duo's face and he promptly
turned around and followed him.
Quatre knew something was wrong when he walked into
the student lounge and found Duo sitting in an easy
chair reading a magazine. Not only did he hardly ever
read, but Duo was too upset to realize that the
magazine was upside down.
"Duo?" Quatre asked, stepping closer to the chair.
"What?" Duo asked sharply. He glanced up, trying to
let just a bit of his usual cheerfulness show through
his gloomy mood.
"You seem upset. Are you okay?"
Several tense moments passed before Duo slowly lowered
the magazine and forced a smile. "Of course." He said,
trying desperately not to choke on his words. "I'm
fine." He quickly picked up the magazine again and hid
his face with it.
"You're reading that magazine upside down."
"Huh?"
"I said you're--"
"Excuse me, could you tell me where Heero Yuy's room
is?" The girl's voice came from across the room, but
it caught Duo's and Quatre's attention instantly.
Quatre's dark blue eyes grew very wide.
"Relena?"
"It's the psycho bitch!" Duo exclaimed. "What the hell
is she doing here?!" He shot out of his chair in an
instant and rushed towards the blonde haired, blue
eyed teenage girl. Quatre raced after him in a panic
and grabbed his arm, trying desperately to stop him.
"Iie, Duo! Duo, stop! Don't make a scene." He pleaded.
Duo stopped walking since Relena had already gone
upstairs.
"Oh well." Duo shrugged and turned back to his chair.
"Heero'll probably kill her if she annoys him."
Heero was typing away on his laptop and did not hear
the soft knocking on the door. But when the door
slowly swung open, he slammed the computer shut and
stood up so quickly that his chair fell over.
"Relena?" He said to the figure at the door. His voice
sounded more than a little more than surprised.
"Hello, Heero." Relena smiled pleasantly. "I haven't
seen you for quite a while." The Japanese pilot stared
at her and merely shrugged. "I had a...proposition for
you."
Heero raised and eyebrow, showing a slight interest.
"Hn."
"Call it a bet. If I win, you have to come out to
dinner with me tonight. If you win, you'll never have
to see me again. Okay?"
It sounded much too good to be true, but Heero nodded
with a hint of a smirk. "Aa."
Relena picked up Heero's chair and placed it against
the wall. She stood facing it and leaned over until
her the top of her head was brushing against the wall
as well. She tightly grasped the chair's sides and
lifted it off the ground for a few moments with no
trouble then returned it to where it had been. Then
she stood up and looked over at Heero with a sly grin.
"If you can pick up this chair the same way I just
did, you win."
"That's all?" Heero asked. Relena nodded and casually
ran a hand through her long hair.
"Yep, that's all."
Heero stepped up to the chair and tried to pick it up
in the same fashion as Relena, but it didn't budge.
Undaunted, he let out an annoyed grunt and tried
again, but to no avail. He stood up and blinked in
confusion.
"I win!" Relena said happily. She leaned against the
wall grinning. "Only girls have the correct body
structure to pick up a chair that way. Put something
nice on. I'll pay for dinner." She turned with a wide
smile and went to wait in the hall. Heero growled in a
low tone, picked up the chair with one hand, and threw
it into the opposite wall where it broke apart.
"Think she's dead?"
"Heero coulda killed her and buried her body where no
one will ever find it by now."
"Really? How long has it been?"
"Five and a half minutes." Duo took a sip from the
bottle of Mountain Dew he had just bought and smiled
almost maniacally at the thought of the ever-annoying
psycho-hose beast being dead. "That's plenty of time
for Heero to have killed her, destroyed the evidence
and erased any proof of her existence."
Duo had barely finished talking when Relena came down
the stairs, clasping Heero's hand tightly in hers. He
gasped in shock and dropped his bottle of soda, seeing
the couple nicely dressed and leaving together.
"W-what the hell is going on?" He murmured.
To Be Continued... |
