Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Recap: Heero is living with Duo. Duo goes and gets completely drunk and wasted and Heero exacts revenge on him for getting that drunk by dunking him in a bathtub full of cold water only that things don't go as planned and Duo ends up seemingly undressing Heero with his eyes and in the process completely freaking said pilot out.
Warning: Sexual situation later in this chapter
Still think the story is T but have rated it M to be safe.
Posted on: 17th October 2006
“Hee-chan?” Duo chirped as he bounced into the office. I refrained from rubbing my eyes from exhaustion. It couldn’t possibly be good when he’s THAT cheerful.
“Hn.” I grunt never having my eyes leave the computer screen. I come here to work, not bounce around like SOME people. Not to mention, this report was due the other day and I had to finish it today itself.
“I’m going home early. What time will you be coming?” Strange, Duo usually never leaves early. If his work is done then he thinks of it as a form of license to torment those who are still working.
“Are you done?” I ask, still keeping my eyes on the computer screen although momentarily the clicking of the keys has stopped.
“Done and done!” He grins at me. Something is up.
“I’ll be working late.” If possible he grins harder.
“Well, I’ll wait for ya! And I’ll cook tonight! How about that? Eh, Hee-chan?” He says as he starts skipping towards the door.
“Don't you dare go near the kitchen!" I shout out just as he disappears around the corner laughing. Duo is a hideous chef and the kitchen is my domain, hence I am possessive of it.
A bunch of people turn to look at the commotion and I glare at them until they look away.
Duo is up to something, I think to myself as I make my way back to my desk. Unfortunately I had too much work and no time to figure out his childish antics.
I get straight back to work and finding the offices strangely quiet. Duo and I share an office. We’re a team, so as to speak. According to Une we complement each other. I am meticulous to a fault while he is … well he’s Duo.
I don’t know when I started enjoying working with him. I hated him for a while. It was my form of revenge by stealing parts of his gundam. It was my way of making sure he would fall behind. What I didn’t expect was to feel guilty about the act afterward.
I guess I didn’t actually hate him then.
We hadn’t actually talked about it you know. The whole thing that happened the night he went out drinking.
He pretended it had never happened. I didn’t know how to bring it up.
I admit I don’t have much experience with this stuff, but I am really curious what he was thinking about when he was looking at me like that.
The look in his eyes, it was nerve-wracking.
I can’t get the image of his eyes out of my mind. They were feral. They had a fire in them but were cloudy at the same time.
Strangely, I wished to see that look in his eyes again.
Shaking my head to dispel these thoughts I looked up to see the time. It was starting to get late. Someone had even switched the light in the hallway off.
I yawned. There was no one around so I had no need to pretend to be invulnerable. I was sleepy, so I shall yawn.
Like now.
Once I was done yawning so hard that my mouth felt stretched and my ears had popped I stared at the screen again. The blinking cursor on my word document seemed to be mocking me. No matter how hard I work, the reports just kept piling in. Duo was right when he said that I went nowhere without my laptop. I just can’t leave the thing behind. Not to mention I had grown rather attached to it.
I pulled my hands above my head and stretched, letting all my back muscles go pop. I wonder what Duo’s doing.
I decide that I can do the rest of the report at home. Switching off my laptop I started to pack.
I switched off the light in my office and turned the corner just to bump into Janice. I momentarily froze and then swore, mentally mind you. Its not that I don’t like Janice; she’s nice, polite and really pretty to boot with long shiny hair like Duo’s and light blue eyes… its just that she has this knack for asking me to coffee every time we meet and I am kind of starting to get annoyed with saying no.
“Heero! You’re leaving early today!” It was somewhat of an office joke about my working hours. Everyone laughed and said that if I leave before midnight then either Maxwell’s in trouble or my laptop has crashed. It is so not funny. I can have time to myself. Which I will prove, like right now –
“Hai.” I should really stop using Japanese to answer her.
“Great! So we can have coffee this time! My shift just got over so it’s perfect!” No! No! No!
“Uh no, thanks. I don’t drink coffee.” Okay, not my best shot but I had to come up with something better than ‘No.’
She looked at me funny. She knows I grab a cup of coffee every morning with Duo. Get a hint! Come on! You’re a Preventeer agent! Get a clue!
Actually, I have no idea if she IS a preventeer agent. To be honest, I have no idea what she does.
“No problem. We’ll go grab some ice cream.” She chirped and grabbed her purse and bounded towards me.
“Iie, too cold.” Good one! Keep your expression stone cold Yuy, don’t slip up. Don’t let your glee show on your face.
“How about dinner then?” Just leave me alone!
“No, not hungry.” I started backing away from her hoping she’ll get the blatant hint. Gods, and Duo thought I was oblivious.
As I started slipping away she suddenly got a determined look on her face and she grabbed me trying to keep me from leaving I suppose. I believe this would be a good time to mention that I don’t take very well to people touching me. Which is why I stay away from very crowded public places and wear the hostile expression on my face. It makes most people run away.
I tried taking deep breaths and glaring at her to give her a message but she seemed to be blushing and steeling herself for something.
I pulled my hand back and she seemed to grip it tighter making me panic. She won't let me go! She was saying something but I didn’t hear a word of it.
Why is she touching me?
I dropped my bags and concentrated on getting away from her. Then she grabbed my shoulders as well and was she trying to touch my face? Why was she trying to touch my face? Why? Why won’t she stop touching me??
Stop touching me!
I pulled away from her again and her grip tightened and her hand on my face slipped to behind my neck. Why is she leaning towards me? I need to get away from her. She's in my personal space. I don't like people in my personal space. I need to get away. I need to breathe. And gods is she still talking?
As she applied pressure to the back of my neck ad nudged me forward I lost it and I pulled my face away from her ripped my arm from her grip.
“Don't ever touch me again.” I told her in the darkest tone of my voice and grabbed my bags and left her standing there looking so pathetic I could have laughed.
Only, I couldn’t. I was angry and frustrated and wanted to go home.
I put the key into the keyhole, grateful to be back home. Now I wanted a hot bath, a cup of hot chocolate, a book and my warm bed.
Gods I was tired. Reports be damned.
I opened the door and realized that coming home was not such a good idea.
I found Duo on the couch. Naked. With some blonde bitch sitting on him. Also naked.
And not just sitting! Bouncing! Gods my eyes!
Duo seemed to notice me first and his jaw dropped open but that bastard didn’t stop humping the bitch. He was panting and his face flushed with embarassment but would he stop humping that bitch? NO!
I need to burn that couch.
I felt my face and my ears catch on fire and I mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and dropped my bags on the floor and slammed the door shut. Not bothering to lock it, I took off on a run.
I needed to distract myself and that just seemed like a good idea.
Fine! All right! I admit it. I wasn’t thinking. I took of running and that’s that.
I ran for how long I don’t know. But when I did stop I was heaving and panting and my shirt was bathed in my sweat. I felt flushed and hot and needed to cool down. I looked around and realized that it was pretty deserted. I was at a park fairly far from the apartment and since it was dark there was no one around.
I took off my shirt and welcomed the cool night air on my heated skin. I jogged to a nearby spot under a tree that Duo and I had had a picnic one sunny day. It had been fun. We had played with a frisbee, chased ducks (Duo had done that, I had watched) and ate sandwiches. There was no humping of stupid bitches. Stop thinking about THAT!
God. I’ll never be able to look at him again.
Feeling exhausted and somewhat frustrated with the day’s events I collapsed on the wet grass and just let myself think.
I guess I must have drifted off because I found myself waking up when I heard footsteps in the distance coming closer. At that moment I realized that I was still shirtless and very vulnerable.
I jumped up when the footsteps got fairly close and whipped out a knife from behind my belt. Now, it was just a small pocketknife but I was very good with it.
It turned out that my reaction was unnecessary as I saw Duo standing a few feet away trying not to look at me.
“Duo!” I couldn’t help exclaiming and my cheeks burned as the picture of him and that bitch flashed before my eyes.
“I thought I’d find you here.” He said as I put my knife back behind my belt and grabbed my shirt. Damn it was still wet, and now it was chilled.
He’d dressed into a light blue jeans and was wearing a dark jacket zipped up to his neck. Seeing as how he was dressed to ward off the night chill, I suddenly felt very naked and exposed next to him.
I quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled it on, shivering when the still wet shirt made cold, wet contact with my somewhat damp skin.
“You’ll catch a cold.” Duo said. He looked embarrassed. Of course, he would be. His roommate had just caught him having sex on the couch.
I need to burn that couch.
“I’ll be fine.” We both fell into an awkward silence. Duo started scuffing his shoes as I tried to look anywhere but at him. The tension was so thick that one could slice it with a knife.
“I didn’t … I didn’t know that you’d be home early. He offered staring at his shoe, breaking the heavy silence.
“It’s okay.” I told him, still not making eye contact with him.
A few more moments of dead silence he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my hand, his usual mischievousness back in his eyes.
“I’m hungry, let’s go eat. I know this great place down the street…” he started dragging me by my hand and led us in the direction of a food joint, “… they serve this really great chilli! Don’t worry its not too spicy. I know how you don’t care much for spicy food but how you can eat those horrifying steamed vegetables in beyond me...”
And he continued talking. I blanked out of his one sided spiel when I realized that he still hadn’t released my hand. And my damp, chilled hand felt wonderful in his warm rough one. He didn't let go of my hand until we reached the restaurant that night... and for a second time that day I hadn't heard a word being said to me.
A/N: Thank you for the amazing feedback! Don't stop criticizing my work! My inspiration and need to better myself feeds on criticisms.
And can someone PLEASE tell me what the difference between 1x2 and 2x1 is? I will forever owe you.
Until next time,
Persephone