Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing.
A/N: Aaahh… see I was bored and I had five hours to kill and I ended up writing this and it turned out how I wanted it (for once) so yeah...
And of course, Duo’s potty mouth is always on warning. Beware of tons of swearing. (See first line. snicker.)
Hope you like!
Posted on 27th Feb 2008
Holy fucking mother of all things unholy goddamned little… Heero Yuy was in my apartment!
And folks, that was my first thought when I woke up the next morning. Quatre stood a little bit away looking tired as hell and Heero – please give me a moment while I collect myself – Heero was lying on my shitty couch probably asleep.
“How are you feeling?” Qutie asked me as I blinked at him and he realized that I was awake. I smacked my lips together to get rid of the weird morning taste in my mouth. The apartment was bathed in light streaming through the rather large windows and the chill in the apartment was overbearing.
Heero lay covered from head to toe in several threadbare bed sheets owned by me. Actually… I think those were all the sheets I owned currently covering him… how lucky were those sheets? I wish I was those sheets… maybe just a part of me… a very certain body part would suffice…
I cleared my throat to distract myself from all the random (not so random) thoughts running through my head. “Me? I’m super.” He raised an eyebrow at my enthusiastic response so I cared to elaborate. “I have Heero fucking Yuy in my apartment in –” I reached out a hand and touched his hair, his head being the only thing poking out of the sheets, I shuddered at the contact. “- within reach!” I squeaked. “I couldn’t be happier. No really, I don’t think I could be happier.” I said to him when I saw the disbelieving look in his blue eyes.
Quatre sighed quiet irritably. “Great. Now give me five good, and I mean good, reasons why I shouldn’t call the authorities right this moment.” His voice was cold and I gulped. As I opened my mouth with reason number one he interrupted me. “And saying ‘because he’s hot’ does NOT qualify as a good reason.” He narrowed his eyes at me and my mouth snapped shut.
Damn! That was my only reason! Time to think quick.
“Because… because…” I glanced up at him and his mouth was quirking in a half smile as he noticed me fumbling. Damn that bastard was smug. “Because he’s the love of my life.” I huffed and crossed my arms.
“That’s not love, that’s prepubescent fangirl syndrome.” He shot me down.
And hey… did he just call me a girl?! What the fuck!
“Reason number two…?” He prompted me with a raised eyebrow and I sweated.
“He’s innocent!” I said rather loudly.
“Yelling doesn’t prove your point, and you don’t know that.”
“If you call the authorities I’ll never eat over at your place again! You would have given up moi” I spread out my hands to indicate myself, “and the precious, precious friendship that comes along with yours truly just for your beliefs!”
Quatre looked blank for a moment… then he laughed shattering what little self esteem I had to begin with. “Okay, okay! I’ll have so much fun shooting this one down…” He muttered to himself happily while I fumed. “One – you’ll starve if you didn’t eat at my place. Two … well there is no two because you’d be dead.” He smirked.
“I would so not die!” I said crossing my arms at my chest again. “Reason number four – He’s hot.” I stuck my tongue out at him and Quatre quirked an eyebrow. I thought hard for the fifth reason and then… genius struck. “And reason number five… I would love to see you explain how Mr. Heero Yuy here has a properly bandaged wound and is on a course of antibiotics that technically he shouldn’t even have gotten his hands on.” I said smugly, my violet eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
Then I needed to elaborate further when his eyes widened. “And how about the fact that even you shouldn’t have antibiotics on you? How about the fact that you stole those antibiotics from your pharmaceuticals owning dad? And then the thing about medical license and then the thing about your dad having said antibiotics at home where anyone could get at them… take your pick.” I laughed evilly, hoping my voice would echo to further add to the evil picture but the water soaked walls absorbed the sound.
Quatre paled. “For once in your life you make sense.” Damn that guy insulted me, but I was too happy with my homerun to bother… or care.
“Uh huh… uh huh… now you think about that.” I said to him before getting off the rickety bed and prancing to the bathroom to brush my teeth, shower and make myself pretty before jumping the pile of hunkiness currently drooling on my couch.
After putting Mr. Adams back on his wall I headed outside, I heard Quatre’s quiet voice talking softly. I had twisted my dripping hair into a makeshift bun, shivering when the cold air in the apartment chilled me. My hands stilled when I entered the living room and saw that Heero Yuy was awake and listening intently to Quatre. At my appearance his gaze shifted to me and I felt faint with happiness.
He was sitting with the sheets pooled in his lap, his eyes a little dull but he looked much better than the night before. He had bruises on his face and were scattered all over his chest, disappearing down into the sheets.
He was… gorgeous!! Even more so in real life than he was in the posters plastered over the walls. Damn that man even made the purple bruising on his face and the dark circles under his eyes look sexy!
“Heero… Yuy…” I whispered before marching to him and throwing my arms around him, hugging him tightly and smelling his hair with a stalker’s ferocity. I took a shuddering breath, he smelled like old blood and dried mud and an intense musky scent that told of several days’ lack of showering. “Oh god, oh god my life is complete. I’m hugging Heero Yuy, I shall die happy!” And he smelled damn good! I didn’t even mind the stale blood smell!
I felt Heero stiffen under my touch and before I could soothe his wounded soul with my boundless love I was hauled off him by an irate Quatre by the back of my collar. “Duo! Behave yourself!”
“No! No! Gimme!” I clutched my fingers desperately in the direction of Heero who was starting to look rather alarmed at my reaction to him. I struggled valiantly in Q-villain’s grip.
“He’s a fan of yours.” Quatre said with a dramatic roll of his eyes and he swept his free hand to indicate the number of Heero Yuy posted on the walls.
“You… you saved me last night.” At the sound of his voice I stilled gaping at him. Heero Yuy spoke to me! And… he remembers me!
“I wanna kiiiiissss!” I whined reaching out to him again who pushed himself back into my shitty couch away from me. Quatre tightened his hold on me as I resumed struggling.
“If you don’t start acting like a sane man right this moment I will lock you in your studio!” Quatre hissed at me and I stilled. No locking please, thank you.
“Can I go sit next to him?” I asked him and Quatre sighed releasing me. I saw Heero flinch visibly as soon as I was free but I ignored it in favour of sitting down on the couch, mindful of his wounded leg and looking at him lovingly. I wished to telepathically let him know the depth of my love and devotion for him… words would be inadequate.
“Please excuse him, he’s generally harmless.” Stupid Quatre and his diplomatic ways. I ignored him for favour of scooting closer to my hero – Heero! - plastering up to his side just short of climbing into his lap.
“Yes I am your saviour!” I informed him grinning at him madly. Now he was on my hunting grounds, in my lair! Insert evil cackle. “And I want you to stay here with me, I will help you clear your name as we spend night after night in my tiny apartment and you fall madly in love with me.” I stated, nodding to myself.
Qutie giggled. He giggled. “Don’t look at me I can’t save you from him.” He said to Heero and I looked up to see him sending a desperate ‘save me’ look. “And Duo,” He looked at me, “Give the injured man some space. You know first hand how creepy obsessive people are.”
He went and sat down on the bed next to the couch. I scooted a few inches away from Heero who sighed in relief. “Now Mr. Yuy, how about you tell me why I shouldn’t call the authorities.”
Heero paled and I resisted the urge to hug him again. “I didn’t do it. I’m innocent.” He said quietly and I threw a smug look towards Quatre.
“See? Told you.” I crossed my arms and smiled like a maniac.
He ignored me that little bastard that…
“I’m afraid I can’t go on your word.” He stated simply and Heero sighed, not looking surprised. “I won’t call the police, but you can’t stay here.”
I gaped at him. “And why the fuck not?”
“Duo here doesn’t have the financial stability to keep you here. You have to leave.” He said and this time I paled. Then of course I got mad.
“No!” I got up quickly. “He’s not going anywhere! He’ll stay here and I’ll take care of him and I’ll do anything to make sure he has food and water and everything!” I said loudly.
“Duo… you have to come over to my place just to be fed… how are you going to take care of an injured man when you can’t even take care of yourself?”
“I don’t care! I’ll take care of him all right? You go now. Thanks for patching up Heero but you should go now.” I said grabbing his arm and tugging him towards the door.
Quatre pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh so he was frustrated with me? Damn the world works in reverse sometimes.
He let himself be dragged to the door. “I’ve left some antibiotic pills on the counter in the kitchen. Just let me know if you need more, I’ll snag some from Dad’s cabinet. Make sure his temperature stays down and he doesn’t open his wound. Don’t get the bandages wet, change them frequently… and give him healthy, nourishing foods while he heals okay?”
I nodded and he turned to leave. “Hey Quat… sorry.” I said to him quickly. He gave me a small smile in answer.
“Just don’t be stupid Duo, okay?” He said casting a quick pointing glance towards Heero who raised an eyebrow. I shrugged at him.
“Don’t worry about me.” I said to him. I knew what he meant… and I didn’t want to go there. Quatre pulled open the jammed door and stepped out.
“And be careful. I’m not convinced he’s all that innocent.” He told me, and turned to head down the stairs. I closed the door behind him and turned to look at the heavenly creature sitting on my couch.
“Now I have you all alone…” I rubbed my hands in glee in an imitation of a villain who had discovered the superman’s kryptonite. “And you’re unable to move.” I stalked towards him planning on hugging him again. Just hold his head to my bosom and... whatever, you get the idea.
“I’m in not gay!” He said quickly holding his hands up in defence and my fragile little self esteem deflated.
“Damnit!” I said frustrated and all of a sudden I could see all my fantasies crashing before me. No more falling hopelessly in love with me as we exchange sweet nothings in each other’s ears over candlelight on a stormy night.
So I read a lot of romance novels. Shoot me. I dare you.
He looked away and I sighed. Just like my luck to have hunkomania in my apartment and still be beyond my reach.
“How’s your leg?” I sobered up and leaned against the wall across from him. I felt the paint flake against my back but I ignored it in favor of taking down my tangled hair from the messy bun and attempting to braid them as is.
“Better. Your friend, he’s a doctor?” He jerked his head in the direction of his injured leg currently hidden under the sheets.
“No… getting there. He’s in med school.” I explained. “Are you hungry?” My mind flitted to the measly fifteen dollars in my wallet. That’s enough for about two meals… I’ll have to do something to earn more money than I have been if I was going to support Heero until he got back on his feet.
And this time, begging Quatre for a meal wasn’t an option. Pride wouldn’t allow it.
“He won’t call the police?” He asked instead, his eyes already darting out the window as though waiting for the police sirens.
“Qutie?” I smiled at him trying to calm him down. “Don’t worry, he’s a softie. He’s all bark and no bite!” snapped a handy rubber band on my braid and went sit down on my bed, stretching my legs out straight in front of me. “Now tell me what the fuck happened last night.”
“They wanted to mug me, I gave up my wallet but they recognized me.” He explained with a shrug and I couldn’t help but notice the way his smooth skin moved over tight muscles. Just watching him was enough to give me a boner.
I nodded looking away from him. Breathe in, breathe out. You’ve dealt with hotties before, Heero’s not that great… and he’s not available.
“And the bullet wound?” I asked him trying to look anywhere but him… which was difficult since I had his posters plastered all over the walls… in varying states of undress. My personal favourite is a nude shot of him posed strategically to hide all the good stuff. But damn!
“The police shot me as I was escaping… they don’t know that I got hit.” He explained as he shifted slightly. He still looked a little bit on the dull side, not to mention I caught the small wince he was trying to hide.
“Is your leg hurting? I’ll give you some painkillers.” I headed into the kitchen remembering only belatedly something about not taking pain killers on an empty stomach. “When did you eat last?” I called out from my shameful excuse for a kitchen. The last item of food this room had seen was a small box of crackers I had snagged from a convenience store about half a year ago. And by ‘snag’ I mean ‘steal’.
There was silence in the living room so I poked my head in and repeated my question. He shrugged lightly – Heero Yuy was in my apartment! – and then proceeded to pick at a loose thread on the sheets covering him. So he hadn’t eaten for some time… which means he’ll be hungry… no, starving and I acutely felt the fifteen dollars burning a hole in my pocket.
Fuck I needed a job badly. Maybe I’ll go con old man Mac again.
“He-err… Mister… Yuy…” I really don’t know if he’ll appreciate me calling him ‘Heero’ but ‘Mr. Yuy’ sounds so… weird!
“Just call me Heero.” He said with an amused half smile and oh god I think I melted.
Resisting swooning, I squeaked out ‘okay’ and then cleared my throat in a very manly way. “Heero… I’m going out for a bit, I’ll be back with food okay?” I informed him and he nodded. Then as I started turning to go into the kitchen I caught his confused look. “I go out the fire escape. Too much energy goes into opening the front door.” I informed him and the surprised and weirded out look he shot me made me melt again.
Only Heero could look so damn sexy beaten half to death and battling an infection from a bullet wound. Oh hell I wanted to jump him so bad!
Okay… breathe Duo, breathe… think of old man Mac sucking cock. His toothless gums making smacking slurping noises…
I shuddered violently.
Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking!
Heero shot me another weird look and I stopped pulling at my hair to glance at him. Did I say that out loud?
“Err… I’ll go now.” I said to him backing up into the kitchen and then getting the hell out of there.
I fisted the fifteen dollars in my hands and lurked outside a fast food joint around the corner. Healthy and nutritious… isn’t that what Quatre had said Heero needed?
I looked at the money in my hands morosely. I doubt a couple of burgers would count as nutritious… but anything better would eat up those few bills faster than I’m comfortable with…
I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. When it came to the next meal I’ll do something, right now I’m going to get him something proper.
I head down the street bypassing the fast food place and went to the restaurant - The Glass Orchid - that I had always seen on my way to downtown… this’ll be my first time going in there. I shuffled outside the glass doors for a little bit unable to gather the courage to go in. I could see my reflection in the shiny glass and I looked like a glorified hobo.
I fixed my jacket self consciously, pushing my chin into the collar trying to keep the chilly wind away. With another deep breath I pushed the doors open and headed inside.
Okay… so now I was inside. There was some instrumental music playing softly in the background and there were people sitting around chatting happily. The place was warm and smelled like flowers and fresh bread and I found myself inhaling deeply enjoying the scent. A guy walked up to me when I didn’t move from my spot for several minutes.
I slapped on my best, most charming smile and started saying, “Hi-”
“I’m sorry I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He said to me, his expression stony.
My smile fell and I found myself scowling at him. “I’m here to get food, just like all these people so I would suggest you don’t talk to me like that.” I said to him trying to keep my temper.
The guy smiled at me but I knew it was only for show. “I doubt you can afford anything at this fine establishment so I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Fine establishment my ass! “I’m not going anywhere! Now give me a fucking menu and I’ll fucking pay for the food like all these motherfucking people!” I swore at him loudly and he frowned at me.
“Security.” He called and turned to leave. Next thing I knew two men in uniforms had showed up and I was thrown out of their fine establishment.
“FUCK YOU!” I yelled and banged my fists at the closed glass doors, flipping off the pompous ass when he turned to look. When he picked up a phone nearby very pointedly I punched the door again and ran the hell away from there.
I swore then that one day I’ll have dinner at the fine establishment and not give any tip. NONE! Bastards.
I kept walking down the road skipping the Chinese place coz I doubt Heero needed the greasy noodles that they served there.
Damnit! Heero needed decent food and I had no idea how to get him any! Frustrated when I couldn’t find anything proper after an hour and a half of poking my head into every decent food place I could I sank down onto the sidewalk in front of the pompous fine establishment, my head in my hands.
Maybe… maybe if I could get someone else to buy food for me…
I looked around for anyone who didn’t look like they were very busy. That’s when I noticed how resolutely people avoided eye contact.
Holy, don’t try so hard! You’ll give yourself an aneurysm!
Bastards.
I got up when I saw a girl about my age hanging around. “Excu-” I started saying to her but she looked frightened of me and she hurried away. I frowned and shoved my hands deep in my pockets. I’m not THAT scary. I’ll have you know I’m a very good looking man. Handsome actually. Gorgeous even.
Yes I know, I’ll get over myself now.
Glancing around I saw a middle aged woman chatting away loudly on her cell phone and I swallowed at the amount of jewelry she was wearing and the very expensive looking handbag and shoes she had on.
I didn’t even get a chance to open my mouth and she shot me a dirty look and I shot her a dirty, dirty look - twice as dirty as hers. She looked surprised for a moment and then she pointedly walked away as well.
“Can anyone help me?” I said out loud incredulously to nobody in particular.
Not expecting an answer I turned to leave when I walked right into a guy standing behind me. “I’ll help, if I can.” He said to me and I stepped back to look at him.
He was Asian… Chinese maybe… and he had jet black hair pulled back into a short pony tail and black eyes. He was dressed sharply in dark slacks and a steel-grey button up. “Uh… yeah… I have umm…” I shoved fifteen dollars in his hands and he raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t interrupt me. “… money and my friend is very sick and needs healthy food but they won’t let me buy anything from them and well…” I shuffled on my feet uncomfortably and then to my immense relief he nodded.
“Anything you want in particular?” He asked me, his voice smooth and silky without a hint of an accent. I stared at him a moment because damn, he was a fine looking guy. He had a slight hard line to his jaw that spoke of experience but a certain kindness to him too.
I shook my head at his question. “Nah man… just get me something good for a guy with an infected wound.” I said and gave him a charming smile.
He nodded again and turned to walk into the restaurant. I watched from outside as he talked to the guy who had thrown me out. So… with him he was all smiles and ‘Yes sir’ and ‘no sir’ huh?
Bastard.
Fifteen minutes later the nice guy walked back out with boxes stacked inside a paper bag. He handed me the food without another word and I smiled at him, this time giving him a warm, heartfelt one and not the cheesy grin I shoot everyone else.
“Hey, thanks.” I said to him and he nodded slightly. “I appreciate it. No one else could be bothered to help.”
He cleared his throat lightly and then started shuffling in his pocket for something. “Are you a local?” He asked me and I nodded at him. “Could you help me out?”
My eyes widened. Of course I’d help him! “Sure, sure man!”
“Have you seen these men?” He asked me as he pulled out two pictures. One of them was of the mug shot of a young guy, not much older than me, and he had half his face covered with a long bang. The other eye was crinkled lightly in hidden amusement although I wondered what he found so amusing about the fact that he was getting his picture taken by the police. The small board he was holding up said ‘McQueen, Steve’.
I snickered at the name and he shot me a look. Steve McQueen! Ha! I like this guy!
“No, I haven’t seen him before. What are you a cop or something?” I asked him, trying to keep my laughter in, as I studied the picture more.
He didn’t answer me and pulled out another picture, this one made all the blood drain from my face and leave me slightly cold. I fought to keep the panic on my face from showing. It was a picture of Heero, looking gruff and annoyed in the mugshot... but still hot. Remember, he looks hot all the time.
I shook my head and he looked at me suspiciously. “Are you sure?” He asked me and I nodded at him. He didn’t look convinced. He held out a card for me and I took it with numb fingers. “Thanks for your help. If you see any of them, call me immediately. Anytime.”
I nodded numbly at him again and he waved his hand lightly in a form of goodbye and turned to leave.
Clutching the bag of food to my chest I noticed that it was a lot of food for fifteen measly dollars. Then I saw the crumpled bills at the bottom of the bag. He didn’t use my money? Grateful to him I looked at the card he had handed me.
“Well I’ll be damned…” I muttered when I read the card. “Special Agent Chang, huh?” I smirked when I thought how close Chang had come to finding one of the two men he was looking for. And he had actually fed Heero!
Then I realised something else belatedly.
The FBI were on Heero’s tail.
Fuck.
A/N: So all the Gundam Boys are now introduced XD Hope you liked!
And I apologize for any mistakes. I only proofread it once.
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