17-Jun-2000
Pairings: Established 3+4 but-- can't everybody have a little fun...? Sure they can... (now if I can only figure out how...)
Warnings: Yaoi themes. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). Angst in other areas. Incoherence and random POV switching throughout. Wet G-boys (gotta luv that!). Hmmm... and... and... is that a lemon fresh scent I smell? Hmm... strange... I can't imagine why...::coughs::
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Notes: Originally, this was planned to be a one-shot...however, this story has never gone the way it was planned. Hence I am currently working on part 8.
It's November/December 195AC... The G-Boys seem to finally have some time off for a vacation... all except Heero, who has a strange way of showing he cares... Duo must deal with the feelings he has for Heero, as well as the feelings Wufei has for him.
"Trowa!" came the reprimanding screech as a pale blond boy streaked across the manicured lawn. A tall young man was right behind him, a green watering hose in hand, aiming with perfection at the smaller boy.
"Trowa! No! Oh! Oh! Oh my! That's cold! Stop--stop it!"
The command would have been more effective if the blonde wasn't laughing so hard. Perhaps the other boy would have stopped---nah!
He turned back and stretched out along the lawn chair, an ear-to-ear grin stretched across his face. It was good to have some downtime. Especially after that last mission they'd been on. A shiver ran over him--his ever-present smile wavering before he staunchly pushed any memories away. This was war. Sometimes bad things happened, he reminded himself before looking up.
His eyes lit upon the two remaining members of his circle of friends. 'Friends?' He coughed away a snort as his eyes locked onto the deep cobalt blue of the boy sitting under the large tropical patterned umbrella, ever-present computer out, open--the keys clicking away.
He knew that only a few feet away was the slim Chinese boy, moving gracefully through his cool karate stuff--"Kung Fu! Kung Fu! NOT Karate!" the young man's voice cried out-- performing the katas--"Forms! They're called 'forms'!"--smooth... sleek... deadly... like a dragon. Muscles rippled under the golden skin as arms, hands, and legs glided through the air in a deadly dance. It took only a few movements for him to identify the form--the deadly grasp of hands as they clasped imaginary throats, twisted imaginary wrists, brought down imaginary foes. Eagle Claw.
He wondered briefly what the other boy would do if he knew he was watched so carefully. Actually, he watched all his friends carefully. They all had something they were good at, and he would watch them, study them, learn from them. Not that they were aware of this--at least, not that he knew of, anyway. Even Heero didn't know. Didn't know how--when he hung over his shoulder, chattering away, he was secretly watching as the other boy hacked through the most defensive of systems as though they were butter and his fingers the warm knife. He watched; he took notes; he learned. Though Heero *had* caught him practicing the katas one night---walked right in on him as he was moving through some of the sets he had watched Wufei doing that afternoon. But he hadn't said anything.
Thinking of the dark-haired boy brought his gaze back to the patio table. Violet eyes locked to blue and he licked his lips unconsciously. The corners of the other boy's mouth lifted slight--barely noticeable unless you were looking for it--and he felt his throat tighten. Reaching across the table, the dark-haired boy grabbed a towel and covered his precious laptop.
Duo's confusion lasted all of a--
<<SPLASH>>
--second.
Heero Yuy made a soft guttural sound--which for him qualified as a laugh--at the sight of the very-much-wet picture of a shocked Duo Maxwell before removing the towel and returning to whatever he had been doing before the interruption. Duo, on the other hand, deliberately wiped his dripping face and turned to look at the rippling pool surface.
He didn't have long to wait before two bodies broke the surface.
"Trowa!" the blond boy was giggling into the face of his lover---or, rather, what he could see of it. The uni-bang that looks so appealing when dry was now pasted to one side of his face--a wet, hairy, dark mask. He dipped under the water, gliding beneath the surface like a dolphin, before breaking surface right in front of his lover--hair now slicked back and teasing the nape of his neck.
"Yes, Quatre Raberba Winner?" he asked, leaning into the blond boy, an arm on either side of the boy, trapping him against the side of the pool.
A cough from above their hands caught their attention and both boys looked up.
"OH! Duo! I'm so sorry! We got you all wet!" Quatre began to gush at the normally-smiling-boy-who-was-not-smiling-at-the-moment.
There was a glint that flashed in those violet eyes, and a quirk to those laughing lips that brought a hint of nervousness to the blond boy--enough to halt his flow of apologies.
"That's it," the braided-boy said, hands on hips as he stared down at the two boys in the pool. "You wet the braid.... This means war!"
There was a loud SPLASH! as the braided-boy preformed a perfect, 10.0 cannonball--much to the shock of the two other boys--and resurfaced with a manic grin.
"Prepare yourselves for the Great Hurricane Maxwell!!!!" he cried before launching into a huge water battle with the other two.
On the pool deck, the two remaining--dry--boys paused to stare at their comrades in the pool, splashing water every which way. Sighing, Chang Wufei stood from the crouch he had been in and reached for the stark white shirt that was tossed over one of the cast-iron chairs. The computer chirped and whistled before it was snapped shut, Heero Yuy rising from his seat. Onyx eyes meet with cobalt--a brief, silent exchange of amusement--before the two boys turned towards the large house.
Neither boy was conscious of the violet gaze that followed them into the house--nor the choking that followed the swallowing a mouthful of water.
"So," the blond boy said as he sat down on the pool edge beside the braided boy, two legs dangling in the cool water beside the braided boy's floating braid. He leaned back on his palms, head tilted back, soaking in the warmth of the beautiful--and real!--sunshine.
"So," Duo replied, arms looped lazily over the pool edge to prevent him from drifting off. He didn't look at his friend though--he's eyes were fastened on a certain upstairs window, waiting to catch the smallest glimpse of movement there within.
One light blue eye--some said aqua--looked down upon the braided boy's head, a knowing smiling playing on his lips. "So," he said, leaning forward, his lips nearly brushing that same-said head. "How long have you known?"
He was lucky he *wasn't* that close to the other boy though, because no sooner had the words slipped from his tongue than the head darted back, wide and--and frightened?--eyes locking with his. And then the tension seemed to seep out of the boy, into the water, and Duo showed his patented lazy smile.
"Know what, Quat?" he asked, moving the water lazily with his fingers.
Quatre leaned back, a content smile plastered across his face as he sighed, allowing his eyes flicker over the prone figure of his lover stretched out on a lawn chaise, basking in the afternoon sunlight which kissed his hair into a shining coppery blanket of--'you're getting yourself worked up, Raberba Winner,' a voice in his head scolded. 'Concentrate on the matter at hand, will you? NO! Not *that* matter!'
The blond boy blushed, but the braided-haired boy didn't notice as his eyes had returned to that same window as before.
"Oh, I don't know," he said casually, studying Duo's face. "Maybe, just perhaps that you're in love with Heero?"
Duo's grip on the poolside slipped--as did he. Right into the water. He came up spitting, wiping the water from his face. He hooking his arms over the ledge again--this time facing Quatre and not the house.
"What would make ya saw that, Quat?" he asked, coughing a little. "Me? In love with Heero?" He snorted. "The great Shinigami doesn't *fall* in love... and if he did it definitely wouldn't be with some guy who doesn't know how ta have fun."
The blond continued to smile--but was that a sparkle in those blue eyes?
"Oh, so then you wouldn't mind if, say... Trowa and I were to seduce him then?" He almost laughed right then and there at the hooded glare that came flying his way. "Not that we *would* of course," he continued--still smiling.
"Of cour--- hey! Heero!" the braided boy called, pushing out of the water in one quick thrush. Quatre shimmied away from the flood of water the braided boy brought out of the pool with him and looked over his shoulder. He turned around fully when he saw the dark-haired pilot of 01 striding across the pristine lawn---in direction of the hidden hangers which held the five gundanium mobile suits.
Looking over to his left, he saw his love was already sitting up. Together, the two boys followed after the dripping braided boy--who was following the indifferent pilot of Wing.
"Where ya going, Heero?" he asked cheerfully.
"Mission," the boy replied, not bothering to slow his gate across the lawn.
"Mission? But we're on downtime! We've got a whole we--"
"*You've* got a week of downtime," Heero replied, not bothering to look at the boy who was radiating beside him. "*I've* got a mission."
Suddenly, the boy was no longer beside him but in front of him, stopping his forward movement for a moment. He sighed and stopped when he realized Duo was going to be persistent. He *looked* and waited.
"Well... how long you plan on being gone?" he asked--and Heero refused to analyze that *note* in the boy's voice.
"Four days," he replied shortly, mentally calculating how long it would take him extra if he didn't catch the first window.
"FOUR DAYS!" the normally smiling self-proclaimed Shinigami cried. "But that cuts right through--"
"Hn."
"Dammit, Heero! Dammit!" He turned around and walked a total of three feet before whirling back around to face the Wing pilot. He didn't notice the wet braid that lashed around with him--but Heero did--as it whipped around his waist and then fell back into place behind him. "Why you? Why is it always you that has to go? Huh? What 'bout the rest of us? Or are we not perfect enough to go on missions anymore? Huh?"
"Duo..." a voice warned from behind Heero.
"Another mission?" Quatre asked--a nervous note lacing the question. "But we're--"
"We can talk about this later," Heero cut the boy off, maneuvering around the braided pilot who didn't move to block him this time. "When I get back."
"Yeah," mumbled the braided pilot, turning slowly to watch him walk away. "Yeah, whatever. I'll be in my room if anybody needs me," Duo grumbled, pushing past Quatre and Trowa.
The blond boy leaned back in his lover's reassuring arms. His eyes trailed from the boy striding across the lawn to the other striding up the steps into the house. He tilted his head back against his love's shoulder and stared up into the green eyes that could unlock the secrets to his psyche.
"Love?" he questioned softly.
"Love," Trowa confirmed, wrapping his arms around his love's torso.
"I wonder if we should--"
"No."
"But, Trowa--!"
"Heero would kill us if we interfere," the boy calmly pointed out.
"Hmphf," the blond pouted, settling farther into his love's warmth. "Well, who do you think will give in first?" he asked with an amused smile.
"Me," the tall boy replied, leaving down to drink from his lover's lips.
"Mmm," Quatre agreed... and then screeched as he was--yet again--thrown into the pool.
End of Part One: Mission Accepted
Andrea Readwolf
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