June 20, 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.
Recap: The boys are on downtime. A mission came in. Heero accepted and left. Duo was not happy. Wufei comforted him. They washed and brushed each other's hair, and then fell asleep...together. Heero, in the meantime, is in the Caribbean--or Gulf of Mexico, however you chose to look at it--working with a small band of rebels to blow up an armourments building. We also learned that Heero's been intercepting missions sent to the others.
He felt warm... and good... extremely good.
He stretched, working out all his muscles--and then froze.
Very warm...
Looking over his shoulder he stared down at the boy in bed with him... in... wonder? Surprise?
He felt something well up and lodge itself in his throat. He tried to swallow it--but it didn't wanna go away. Tentatively, he reached out a hand and touched the delicate face that laid on his pillow.
Soft.
Wufei was soft.
Who would've thought--?
Without thinking about it, Duo leaned over and brushed his lips over the Chinese pilot's cheek.
"Thanks, Wufei," he whispered to the sleeping boy. "Thanks for... for staying with me... when ya didn't have ta..."
Carefully, the braided boy extracted himself from the other boy's arms and legs and padded his way over to the bathroom.
"Duo..." the dark haired boy murmured, shifting into the warm spot Duo's body had created in the bed.
The blond-haired boy didn't look up when his office door crashed up. He didn't even make a sound as he stared over the figures that had been delivered into his hands a few hours ago.
"Quatre! Quatre, oh man! You gotta take a look at these!" Duo exclaimed, waving media chips in one hand.
"Sure, Duo," Quatre mumbled, turning over another page. "How did she come up with these figures...?"
"Hey, Quatre! Quatre, what cha'doin'?" The braided boy cried, bouncing around the desk to practically deposit himself in the blond boy's lap.
"I--aahh, Duo!" the boy responded, pushing said person out of his lap. Duo easily transferred himself from Quatre's lap to Quatre's large wooden desk. "I'm going over the reports from the Behenna Satilite," he replied, flipping another page.
"Oh..." Duo chewed on his lip, shifting through information he'd stored away somewhere in his head. "Behenna... that's one of yours, right?"
Quatre just shot him a "look" before turning back to the papers. "Yes. One of my sisters is in charge."
Duo nodded... shifting through more information. "Fatina, ne?"
Quatre set the papers down on the desk and turned his full attention to Duo. "Since when did you start taking an interest in my sisters?" he asked calmly, folding his hands over his stomach as he leaned back in the large swivel chair.
"Huh? Oh, that, nah," Duo smiled. "I probably just heard you mention her name before or something. Hey, Quatre! Look what I found!" he said, quickly changing the subject and waving the media chips again.
"What? What?" Quatre asked, hands snatching out to stop Duo's and slipping one of the chips free. An eyebrow rose. "Why, Duo! I didn't know you listened to this kind of music..."
"I don't," the boy snapped quickly. "But I was in the library bored out of my a--"
"And snooping around?" Quatre asked with a smile.
"I wasn't snooping," Duo defended. "I was just bored so I started looking through stuff and, well, I found these!" He grinned, looking for all the world as though he had stumbled upon an old gold mine.
"Hmm," Quatre said softly, taking more of the chips from Duo. "These were my mother's. She had a love for music that transcended all genres."
"Oh, Q, man, I'm sorry," Duo stumbled, feeling uncomfortable for placing his friend in a bad position.
"For what?" Quatre asked, confusion written over his sweet face as he looked up from the chips to his friend.
"For, uh... well..."
Quatre smiled. "No, Duo, it's okay. My mother passed her love of music onto me... it's the one thing I have of her that I can truly feel her..." He looked down at one of the chips in his hand. He nearly laughed with joy.
"This," he said, reaching over to the desk and sliding the chip into a crevice, "Is one of my favorites."
A piano began to trickle in through unseen speakers. Duo cocked his head, listening. It wasn't exactly his type of music, but it wasn't exactly bad either, he thought. And then a woman's voice began to sing.
"Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you,"
Birds singing in a sycamore tree, "Dream a little dream of me."
Say "nightie night" and kiss me,
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me,
When I am alone and blue as can be, "dream a little dream of me."
Stars fading but I linger on, dear, craving your kiss,
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear, saying this:
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you,
But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me..."
The song softened to an end. Duo looked thoughtful. It wasn't a bad song. Not really. A little mushy, maybe...
He looked over to the blond boy.
Quatre was laying back in his chair, a small, peaceful smile caressing his lips; his blue eyes were shut--he looked like he was dreaming a pleasant dream.
"My sisters used to sing that to me when I was a child," he said softly, startling Duo. Quatre gave a small little laugh. "Iraia once told me that it was one of my mother's favorites and she would sing it to me before I was even born..."
He didn't know what possessed him to do it--but then, he'd never really bothered to analyze his actions before. Why start now?
Duo jumped up off the desk--startling Quatre--and pushed the replay button. Bowing before the stunned blond boy, Duo held out his hand in offering.
"May I have this dance, Mister Quatre Raberba Winner?" he asked with great flourish.
Quatre quickly coughed over the laughter that was his first reaction, and--seeing that his friend was serious--grinned and slipped his hand into Duo's.
"Why, I'd be delighted, Mister Duo Maxwell," he replied before stepping up and into the braided boy's arms.
And it doesn't really matter who lead who... only that for the rest of the day, both boys wore a secretive smile.
End of Part Five: Dream a Little Dream
"Dream a Little Dream Of Me" is a real song. Lyrics are by Gus Kahn; Music by Fabian Andre. "Dream" is most often associated with Frank Sinatra, but it was originally made famous by Kate Smith. A rendition of the song can be found at www.thepeaches.com/music/
Andrea Readwolf
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