Title: Written in Blood
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: 2+5, 3+4
Rating: action/mystery
Warnings: Slight Duo torture
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Takes place after the Eve Wars of Endless Waltz. Everyone works for the Preventers.
Disclaimers: I own nothing...not even my computer. So obviously GW isn't mine. Don't sue.
Duo was brushing out his hair when the doorknob to the apartment turned. He dropped the hairbrush, tensing. Getting a good look at the intruder, he chuckled and rushed to help a heavily burdened WuFei.
"Wow, Wu-man! You think you bought enough food?" He quickly stacked the paper boxes on the kitchen table.
"I remembered your appetite." WuFei growled, blushing slightly. "Besides, you didn't tell me what you wanted so I got a variety."
Already seated, Duo grinned up at the Chinese boy. "Thanks."
WuFei took his seat across from the braided boy, and began serving out portions of their hastily planned dinner. Suddenly remembering, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a cell phone. He handed it to Duo.
"To replace the one you broke. It has your old number and you can speed dial any of the four of us."
"The one I broke..." Duo muttered around his ramen. Nevertheless, violet eyes looked deep into obsidian ones. "Arigato." Geez, is that all I can say?
The remainder of the meal was continued in silence, both boys lost in their own thoughts. Finally, both started talking, unfortunately both at ones. After a couple of false starts and a great deal of amounts of nervous laughter, Duo finally spoke up.
"I'm really glad you let me crash here, Wu-man. Quatre would have not even let me out of bed. He can be such a mother hen at times."
"It was the honorable thing to do."
Duo shook his head. "It was a nice thing to do. I really appreciate it."
WuFei stared at the American for a long moment, eyes unreadable.
"Um, Duo?"
"Yes?" The braided pilot leaned forward, gazing at the Chinese boy with half-lidded eyes.
"You have some sauce on your mouth."
"Nani?" Duo's eyes went comically wide as he blushed and wiped furiously at his face with the back of his hand.
"Did I get it?"
"No, it's more in the corner."
Duo's tongue darted out, trying to find the stray bit of sauce. "Now?"
"The other corner. Here," WuFei leaned forward. "Let me get it."
Duo's eyes closed as he felt a lightly calloused thumb gently caress his lips. The thumb changed into a hand that softly cupped his face. Duo opened his eyes to gaze into the dark ones so close to his own.
"Duo."
The braided pilot inched closer till their noses were almost touching. "What? More sauce?"
WuFei smiled. "No. I think I got it all." The smile disappeared as a hint of nervousness entered his eyes. "Duo, I-"
The phone rang.
Scooting his chair back so quickly it almost toppled over, WuFei growled and walked over to the vid-phone. Duo heard the Chinese boy talking to someone and cursed under his breath. They were so close!
"Maxwell, phone!"
Still cursing, Duo made his way over to the study. So, it was back to Maxwell now, huh? He passed by WuFei, who muttered something about cleaning off the table and groaned. It's not likely that they would continue where they left off then. Glumly, the American plopped down on the chair.
"Duo here."
A pair of cobalt eyes stared back at him silently.
"Heero? Is something wrong?"
"Duo..." Cold blue eyes narrowed upon seeing the dark bruises on his neck and face.
Interpreting the look, Duo smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine, man. How is Relena?"
"Hn. There have been no breaches in security as of yet."
Duo sat back in relief. "That's good to hear."
"Duo."
The violet-eyed boy peered through his mass of still unbraided hair and cocked a delicate eyebrow questioningly. "Heero?"
"If...if anything else happens, call me."
"Heero, you've got more things to worry about than the trouble I get myself into. You have to protect the Vice Minister."
Heero stared at him. "You will call me." Prussian eyes came as close as they ever would to pleading, which wasn't very far at all.
"Alright, alright! I swear, who needs parents with all of you playing Nursemaid all the time?"
"Hn, baka. Yuy out." The screen went blank.
Duo rubbed his eyes tiredly. He felt as though a train had ran him over. Tilting the recliner back, he promised himself he would just rest his eyes for a minute.
He woke up feeling strong arms carrying him towards the bedroom. A quick glance at the window told him that it was dark outside. He looked up blearily at the stern face above him.
"Ne, Wu-man, you should of just woke me up."
That stern visage softened momentarily. "And hear you complain? Besides, you need your rest. You have to be back at work tomorrow."
Duo groaned and tried to nuzzle deeper into WuFei's shoulder. "Don't remind me."
"There is still a killer on the loose. We don't have time to relax."
He plopped the American down on the bed. Pulling the covers over himself, Duo closed his eyes in exhaustion.
"We'll get him, WuFei. Shinigami gets everyone."
"Oyasuminasai, Duo."
"Goodnight, WuFei. And thanks for everything."
End Part Six
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