June 27, 2000
Gack! My GW muse is just cooperating with me, I guess...
Dedicated to Mini, who always makes me laugh. ^_^
Warnings: OOCness. Severe severe OOCness. But hell, I had fun writing it and I hope you have fun reading it.
I've taken the...coughcough...liberty of using songs from the 1990's and the...er...00's. Pretend they're from AC 195.
For the best effects, listen to the song posted at the beginning of each part while reading. ^_^
This part's song is "What's My Age Again?". ^.^ I think we all know who sings that... (Blink182...coughcough)
Rrrrriiiinnng!!!
A slender white hand reached out from beneath an army-green blanket, and shut off his copper-colored alarm clock with a groan. A few moments later, a disheveled looking boy popped his head out, violet eyes blinking away the last remnants of sleep.
His eyes suddenly grew large and he jumped out of the bed, his long braid tailing after him, trying to keep up to the braided boy's manic body. He ran through the tent next door, cheering insanely, waking up several of the other soldiers in the camp. They groaned and rolled over, going back to sleep, not realizing exactly what day it was...
A few seconds later, Duo emerged with a blonde boy piggy- backing on his tee-shirt clad back, jiggling him awake as he ran through the camp yelling at the top of his lungs. He streaked by the mess tent, not noticing as his braid snapped down a pinup poster of a young man with burning blue eyes, sitting with his shirt open, clutching a bouquet of roses.
"He's coming today!" Duo groaned, falling onto the grass strip that housed the tents. Quatre, the blonde boy, gave a groan as he fell from his back and landed on his head. "Quatre!" he shouted, giving him a good shake. His head lolled back and forth in the face of Duo's energy. "He's coming toda~ay!"
Lt. Wufei, looking stern as usual, glared at the braided boy, but even he couldn't dampen his good mood. "What are you talking about?" he barked at Duo. The American gave his superior a big smile.
"Heero Yuy is coming today! Don't you read the papers?" he asked. "You know, Heero Yuy? International pop superstar?" He sighed, eyes suddenly going all glittery and love dovey. Quatre poked him twice, to no avail; he was off in dream-land.
A hail of spittle woke him from his daydream. "No, I don't know. What's so great about a musician, anyway? What does he do, play the ukelele?" The Chinese man seemed confused. Quatre had to choke back a laugh as Duo's face suddenly grew very red. His chest puffed up and he threw his head back, rolling up his sleeves.
"HOW DARE YOU?!? Heero Yuy is only the most dreamy guy in the entire universe," he sighed, clasping his hands in front of his chest, a peaceful smile spreading over his lips. "Heero...ah..."
"Well," muttered Quatre under his breath as Wufei turned several interesting shades of blue, "there goes the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy..."
They were running on a beach, seagulls squawking overhead. Heero Yuy, the boy he'd secretly (or not so secretly) been in love with ever since the boy had come out with his first album at the tender age of 14, ran beside him, the red sunlight playing off his dark hair.
"Oh Heero," Duo sighed, reaching out to clasp the Japanese boy's hand in his, "I love you!"
"I love you too," replied Heero, but there was something not right, he seemed...perplexed?
"I...love...you...too?" Quatre looked strangely at Duo, who was still squeezing his hand like the world depended on it. "Duo? Earth to Duo..." They were getting very odd looks from the others...
"I love you, Heero..." Annoyed at himself for having to stoop so low, he suddenly spun Duo around, pointed at a random soldier bringing his plate over to the trashcan, and shouted in Duo's ear as loudly as he could.
"LOOK DUO! IT'S HEERO!" The American's eyes snapped open, and he looked around wildly, mouth open as he panted, licking his lips. All at once, his face fell and Quatre felt his heart rise into his throat. Poor Duo. It wasn't his fault the braided boy was susceptible to media marketing and a pretty, air-brushed face.
"Quatre?" He frowned at his blonde friend. "Very funny. But he really is coming here! And he's staying for two weeks, or until the cease-fire with Romafeller expires." That was better; he was a little more stable now. "Man!" He flopped back onto the grass, tucking his hands behind his head, braid switching like a tail.
"What I wouldn't give to spend just one day with Heero..." Duo's violet eyes smiled even as he forced his lips into a flat line. "I mean, I know everything about him! I know what he likes, what he dislikes; I know about supposed relationships with Relena Darlian, about his parents dying in that car accident. We'd get along real well." He turned on his side to gaze at Quatre.
"Wouldn't we?"
He couldn't help but smile. "Aa. You would, Duo." Satisfied, the brown-haired boy sighed and pushed himself to his elbows. "But why Heero? I mean," he added, seeing Duo's mien take a dark turn, "there's a lot of other guys out there."
He sighed.
"I went to one of his concerts before I joined the Sanc army. He was...amazing. And at the end, he sang this one song...It must've been old or something, 'cause I never heard of it before. And he looked right at me, picked me out in the audience and stared at me for like half a minute. It felt like he was singing right to me." Quatre felt a fuzzy warmth in the pit of his stomach.
"That did it for me. I know..." He pounded a fist into one hand. "I know that we're meant to be together, somehow..." Then he laughed. "But I mean, I guess every 14-year old girl feels that way."
"I can't believe he's coming here, though. When I left L-4, he was still on tour." Duo shrugged.
"Nice guy, I guess. You know," he said again, turning on his side, "a long time ago musicians and politicians and dancers and actors used to go to the soldiers' camps. Trying to get them through the boredom of waiting, I guess."
"That *is* really nice, Duo." Quatre blushed as his stomach growled. "Let's go get something to eat, okay? You wouldn't want to faint when you finally meet him."
"Okay." Duo smiled warmly at him, and a strange shiver ran through him. "That's a good idea, Quatre." Then he grabbed the blonde boy and tried to give him a noogie, breaking the spell of the sun and the silence.
They were all eating when a loud shout outside the tent alerted them to it. A small jet plane, touching down on the landing pad half a mile from the campsite. A thrill ran through Duo's blood as he saw the familiar HY inscribed on the tail of the plane. "He's here," he squealed, grabbing Quatre and jumping up and down. Several of his friends laughed at his child-like joy; it was hard not to be happy for Duo.
They ran to the edge of the campsite, straining to see anything. A door opened and everyone held their collective breath. Quatre wordlessly handed Duo his binoculars, since the braided one always forgot his own pair.
"I can see him; a black boot..." Every muscle in Duo's body stiffened as the boot melted into a jean-clad leg and then... "YUCK!" A plump, gray-haired man emerged from the door, climbing down the stairs with one mechanical hand sliding along the railing.
And then, sweet mother of God, he saw Heero Yuy.
Brown Timberlands, baggy dark blue jeans, a skimpy green tanktop that showed off defined, almost sculpted arms and a perfectly muscled, but not too, chest. Then that long neck that Duo had memorized in his dreams, and his face, gorgeous, tanned, lips curved into that wicked smirk.
Duo fainted.
"Is he okay?" Heero asked, peering down at the boy who laid, passed out in a blonde soldier's arms. The entire camp was in a ruckus over the unconscious boy; he'd left Dr. J, against his wishes, to investigate. "I mean, he didn't wake up even when we waved the smelling salts under his nose--
"He's fine, just in shock, I think," the boy laughed, and held out his right hand. "Quatre Winner." Heero shook his hand firmly, enjoying his strong grip. It annoyed him to no end to shake hands with limp fish.
"Heero. Who's your friend?" He nodded at the boy, who suddenly stirred, sitting up to reveal a braid that was nearly three feet long. His eyes widened involuntarily, then narrowed as the American moaned. "Hey," he said, kneeling beside him, "you okay?"
"His name's Duo, Duo Maxwell." Quatre smiled as violet eyes blinked open, still sleepy.
"You talkin' about me--" He yawned. "Quatre? That's me, Duo Maxwell. He runs, he hides, but he never lies." Heero gave him a skeptical glance then appeared to shrug it off. Quatre was surprised--for meeting the love of his life, Duo was taking it rather well.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, but I have to go get dressed..." He could barely stop his eyeroll and instead found himself staring at Duo, who was looking at him in a very unsettling way. "Bye." He left quickly, brushing aside the tent flaps as he passed.
End Part Two
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