28-Nov-2004
Title: Coffee Break
Author: Natea
Rating: G
Pairings: Heero/Duo.
Warnings: AU, OOC, hopefully humour, poor prose and spelling on occasion, shounen-ai, poking fun at clichés.
Summary: The boys begin to regret not joining the Preventers after the Eve War.
I've had this sitting on my hard drive for MONTHS. Well hell, lets finally post it up.
Purple Prose.
He crushed the considerably smaller, creamy, delicate but still lithe figure to his broad, musseled, deeply golden coloured chest and sighed; breathing in the heady fragrance of strawberrys and vanilla mixed with something that was his lover's angelic sent.
The birds were singing outside; a song that, to him, heralded the joy he felt at being loved by such a creature as the ethereal angle lieing with him in his bed.
Placing a kiss on the glistening mass of Chestnut Waves, Heero waited patiently for the large, glistening Amethyst orbs to blink sleepily open so he could drown in their voilet depths.
This was what he wanted for the rest of his life.
There was silence, except for the birdsong, for one beat.
Two beats.
Three...
And...
"Owari. Good job boys, pack it up now."
"Thank God!"
The peaceful scene erupted into movement, bedcovers thrown to one side carelessly, revealing two fully dressed, wide-awake teenagers lying in the mess of satin and velvet. Technicians moved in, altering the lighting. taking down the blue and violet drapes over the window that looked out onto the two dimensional scene of a cornfield, to fold them and place them with the violet and blue ones that had originally been up on the first take.
Heero stared at the abandoned drapes as they lay in a crumpled pool on the floor and smirked. Now he understood the importance but he remembered a time, not so long ago, when he'd been so naive as to not recognise the difference between the two, seeing them, idiotically, as 'the same'.
Quizzing Duo on the subject one night had sparked off an intense debate on the HUGE difference between 'violet and blue' and 'blue and violet'. Eventually the debate had become physical and after a few hours Heero understood. After Duo had replaced the word 'and' with the word 'on' of course. 'On' and 'In' and all the other related words that made life fun.
The birdsong quavered and began to run down. The bundle of blue and violet... violet and blue material was gathered up and hefted off the small stage area that the room was standing on, through the space where the fourth wall should have been.
Ignoring the cameras and hordes of people watching them Duo pushed himself up and stretched, cracking his neck to the left and right, before rubbing at a particularly vicious ache. His right hand shot up into the hair on the crown of his head and he began to scratch, a look of bliss on his face. "Do you have ANY idea how much it tickles when you breathe on my head?"
Heero smirked as he sat up, stretching the kinks out of his own limbs, "It's annoying, ne?"
"You have no idea!" Duo repeated, his head tilting further and further into the scratch. "There was one hair in particular," he muttered, "Every time you breathed out I wanted to leap up and rip the damn thing out by the root... and then burn it. If it had vocal cords I'd rejoice in its screams." He took in a deep breath, relaxing a little as he obviously satisfied the itch. "Tell me it's time for a break now."
Heero glanced over at the man sitting in the chair next to the main camera, currently eating a doughnut. "Marty? Take five?"
"What? Oh sorry boys," Marty waved the hand not holding the cake around in the air vaguely, "I thought you heard, it's 'Owari', not 'Tz-whatever'. We're finished here. End of story. Go take the morning off, see what's on the board for this afternoon."
"Aww, that's it?" Duo hopped out of the bed to snag a couple of doughnuts from the box before the techs descended like a flock of hungry seagulls towards a small kid with an unprotected sandwich. He tossed the chocolate iced one to Heero and took a bite of his own plain one before continuing. "I kind of liked that one, all I had to do was look small and dainty and wait for my big, strong hero to come save me."
Heero snorted and padded over in bare feet to stand next to Duo, shoulder to shoulder, "Small and dainty? You?"
"Hey." Duo looked indignant, "It's possible... a lot of people seem to think so anyway." He batted his candid amethyst eyes in Heero's direction in a mocking attempt at looking innocent. Something that proved to be a bad idea though. "Shit!"
"What?"
"Eyelash."
Heero pulled a sympathetic face and bit into his doughnut. An eyelash rubbing on contact lenses was a pain like no other. Something ironic in the fact that the eye itself was protected from the antagonist by a layer of plastic and yet it hurt more that way.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap... " Duo continued muttering his curses as he tried to open his eye. The eyelid, in an idiotic attempt at protection, had clamped down tight. "Fuck it. I'll see you later, need a mirror."
"There's one in the changing room." Heero called to Duo's back, a cursory wave was his only answer. Marty watched the braided boy go in amusement before turning his attention back to Heero.
"Don't you ever get warm in that?" he asked curiously, nodding his head at Heero's chest.
Heero looked down blankly at his green tank top and spandex shorts. Warm? In this getup... "No."
"Not those," Marty shook his head in amusement, "that!"
Ahhh... the penny dropped with a clink chink. "You mean 'the suit'?"
"Yeah, that. It looks hot as hell, especially under these lights."
Heero shrugged one heavily muscled, padded, skin-tone latex covered shoulder, "You get used to it after a while," he said pragmatically. "We've all got things we hate about the job... "
"Is it anatomically correct?"
"Nani?"
Marty grinned and brought his eyes back to Heero's face. "Just wonderin' is all kiddo."
Heero smirked slightly, finished his cake. "Duo'd be calling you a lech for a comment like that you know."
"Ah... no worries. I know the fey one would slap me into next week for making moves on his Heero. Besides, I've seen you without it... you're a stick insect, like he is... not my type at all."
Heero didn't know whether to smirk or laugh outright at that, his face contorting with the indecision. "Goodbye Marty."
"Yeah, See ya, Heero. Don't forget your shoes."
"Hn." Heero picked them up and walked barefoot from the room, following Duo's path earlier.
The break-room, when he entered, was a violent, violet explosion. He blinked, located the couch and table, half buried under what appeared to be an avalanche of amethyst, and made his way to his seat, holding his plastic cup of instant coffee carefully. Stepping over purple and lavender on the way.
Somewhere in the background he could hear Duo cursing. He really didn't want to know but...
"What's wrong?" Heero pushed the pile of purple material to one side and sat down.
"New fic."
Sigh. "When?"
"This afternoon." Another bruised mass of silk came flying in Heero's direction. He placed a hand over his coffee cup protectively.
"Who's the author?"
"Newbie. Shini's-babe or something. Read it yourself, it's on the table."
He could see the crumpled corner of a thin wad of A4 paper sticking out from the mountain of magenta and grasped at it. Holding it up he skimmed the contents rapidly... it didn't take long. "And this gets priority? What happened to the established fics? We don't have time to start another one."
"Hn." Heero smirked at the sound, full of annoyance. "They claim real life every now and again... there's a lull."
A lump of wadded up lavender material landed half on the table, before slowly obeying the pull of gravity and sliding down to pool on the floor.
"What are you doing?"
"God Damn Bloody Authors." Duo retorted, "Read line five, page two."
With a puzzled frown Heero obeyed, reading it out loud. "Tanzanite orbs... that's new."
"Hn." Duo snorted, "Freaking Tanzanite. I have amethyst, violet, shimmering amethyst, glistening violet, Lavender, Blue-Violet, Violet-Blue," Heero smirked. "Even cobalt... but no tanzanite. They're getting smarter."
"This is eye colour," Heero scanned the chapter again in confusion. "Why are you looking at shirts?"
Duo sighed and abandoned his search for a second. "Second paragraph to last on that page," he muttered in a long suffering tone, " ...I wear a shirt that matches my eyes."
"No you don't." Heero shook his head.
"Um... yeah I do." Duo retorted shortly. His lack of a tanzanite shirt obviously affecting his temper.
"No you don't," Heero repeated. "It's not a violet shirt that 'matches', it's 'brings-out-the-colour-of'. You've got a five shade differential either way."
"Seriously?" Duo scrambled up from his kneeling position by his personal wardrobe and snatched the paper from Heero's hands. Skimming it rapidly Heero could see the relief flooding his expression. "Thank God. I thought I was going to have to go on another trip to the mall with a colour chart for a while."
"What about the eyes?"
"Meh. Amethyst 56 are a good match... the ones with the under-layer of violet, don't you think?"
"Amethyst 56? Isn't that glossy amethyst? They're a bit light, what about violet 14?" Heero asked, as much a connoisseur of the myrid of coloured contact lenses as Duo. They'd all been purple to him at first... not so now.
"Iridescent Violet? Nah, they're the ones I use when I'm wearing the black angel wings. They've got the glitter in them. My eyes always ache afterwards. Amethyst 56 are as-near-as-damnit."
He sat down next to Heero on the couch wearily, not bothering to move the mass of silk and string out of the way. Removing Heero's cup of coffee from the other boy's hands he took a swig. Heero was reading through the chapter again and not really paying attention.
"I'm taller than you," he muttered in chagrin.
"I was wondering when you'd see that." Duo smirked.
"I have to wear the shoes again?"
"Yep... and the suit... see the muscles reference?"
"I can't walk in them." Heero argued, "They're impossible. Four inch soles... and that's not including the heel."
Duo smirked. "I know... but it's funny to watch you go up and down the stairs in them. You walk like Bambi."
"Hn."
"Hey no sympathy from me. If I have to wear the belly then you have to wear the shoes."
"You have to wear the belly?" Heero was confused. "Where? I don't see that."
"Not yet." Duo admitted, "Have a look at the summary."
Heero flipped the page and snorted, one side of his mouth slipping upwards into a smirk that only grew when he saw Duo's reaction. He leant forward as if to kiss the other boy and muttered, lip practically on lip. "Five'll get you ten it's twins."
Duo smirked, tilting his head to one side but maintaining that infinitesimal distance. "Solo and Helen?"
"Hn... Duet and Trio."
"Baka and Yarou."
"Shut up and Kiss me."
"Hmm... I like that one."
"Thought you would."
The End
(:./natea/coffee)
