10-Jan-2005
Title: Dactylology
Author: Mookie
Pairing: implied Heero/Duo
Rating: PG
Word count: a piddly 1,027
Warnings: mild innuendo, implied shonen ai, humor, alternating POV
Notes: response to Natea's request
on fic_on_demand based on this
pic.
I'll always remember the way he looked the day we met, when he pointed his gun on Relena. I'll never forget how I felt when I saw him plummet to the ground, refusing to open his 'chute until she called his name. I'll carry with me forever the picture of Heero practically writhing in pain on the ground as he set his own leg. And I'll probably lose my hair before I lose the memory of Heero standing on the open hatch of Wing, flipping Une the virtual bird by blowing up himself and his Gundam.
As Trowa said, he's quite a guy.
I'm willing to bet we'll all remember Heero the way he was back then. He seemed larger than life. Seemed like I was the last one to give Evel Knievel his due, even if we were good at fighting losing battles.
He's still the same old Heero. Still isn't afraid to tell you off if he thinks you need it. By 'you' I mean 'me', because I'm the one who lives with him. Same stubborn pigheaded behavior and a knack for making me wonder what the hell he's thinking. I like to think I'm getting better at that last part.
Yeah, Heero's the same, at least where it counts.
Know why I'm thinking about this now?
Because I forgot to close the freezer door.
Heero jumped down from Wing's chest, joining Duo who was standing near Deathscythe and stretching.
"Not bad," Duo said, opening one eye. "Don't think you got as many as me, but not bad."
Heero ignored him, much as he expected, and walked around his Gundam. Wing was on its back, reminding Duo of the time he'd found Heero in the Alliance building. He wouldn't be surprised to see Wing raise its head and demand that the other Gundam hand over its thermal scythe.
Heero had made the trek all the way around Wing and rubbed a forearm across his brow. He looked tired, Duo thought. It wasn't something he usually associated with Heero Yuy. Stubborn, reckless, antisocial, crazy, yes. He wasn't sure why "tired" was something that surprised him. Heero bled and got injured just like everyone else. He supposed it had something to do with the fact that Heero had displayed extraordinary feats of strength on more than one occasion.
A small smile flickered across Duo's lips. Something about Heero's confession that he'd not planned on springing Duo from prison and the knowledge that Heero, despite his thoroughness in all he did, was prone to "winging it" never ceased to amuse him.
He glanced over at Heero's Gundam. 'Wing'ing it seemed to fit them both pretty damn well. His smile widened.
"What?"
Heero was staring at him. Duo gestured to the prone mobile suit, opened his mouth and then shook his head. "Never mind," he said. He yawned. "Think we've got sufficient cover here?"
He supposed that Heero's withering look was well deserved. Neither of them would have chosen this particular location for a bit of down time if detection were likely. They only needed a break long enough to eat and sleep, at least for a couple of hours. Duo couldn't help smiling again. They had that in common at least.
One thing Duo was beginning to suspect about Heero was that he was obsessive over the maintenance of his Gundam. When he asked what Heero had been doing during their descent, flexing the fingers on Wing's hand, Heero hadn't bothered looking up as he mentioned the grip being slightly off when he'd wielded his beam saber in their earlier fight.
Duo repressed the urge to mention Wing flipping Heero the bird as one of the fingers remained extended despite Heero's efforts to get it to bend properly.
Heero was headed back to the cockpit after they'd eaten a meager meal of rations that neither of them enjoyed when he froze and cocked his head to the side. Duo heard it, too, and both of them drew their guns, holding position and looking around them for the source of the noise. Heero had dropped into a crouch and was sneaking past one of Wing's legs when an insect chose that moment to crawl up Duo's nose. Try as he might, he couldn't hold in the sneeze, and Heero shot upright as he whirled around.
Unfortunately for Heero, the finger that had amused Duo earlier was right overhead.
It wasn't until later, when the two of them sat around the fire they'd built, eating the wild boar Duo had killed with a single shot to the head, when he started laughing. He couldn't help it. The image of Heero at the moment he realized that their intruder wasn't cause for concern, standing there next to his Gundam looking like a wounded bird, was something that had made the other pilot suddenly appear his age, despite the gun lowered to his side.
"What?" Heero glowered at him.
Duo shook his head and passed him another bit of roasted pork. "Here's to welcome intrusions."
Heero accepted the meat and put it in his mouth, licking his fingers afterwards. His gun had remained on his lap the entire time, but Duo didn't comment on that either.
It was years later when he got to see the weapon between Heero's legs up close and personal.
"What?"
I told you he was pretty blunt, but I know his scowl was more because he was rubbing the top of his head like a kid who fell on the playground than because I'd left the door open. At least that's what I like to think.
I could tell him he looked damn cute standing there holding that big metal spatula, but I think he knows. Knowing Heero, he'll eventually figure out that it was fitting that I'd gone into the freezer to remove the frozen pork loin.
I think I'll suggest we eat out on the porch tonight and leave the silverware in here. There's just something about watching Heero Yuy's tongue go to work on each finger after a meal.
From the look he's giving me right now, I'd say he's catching on.
The End
(:./mookie/dactylology)
