Author's note: This is really just an experiment and I'm not quite sure what to make of it myself. I won't say much more other than some background: the Gundam Boys are living together in a safehouse, the other pilots other than Heero and Duo are out right now but will be appearing later on if there is a later on so to speak. IMPORTANT: Neither Heero nor Duo have any feelings for each other at this point, it hasn't even entered their heads.
We were arguing again.
'Your spandex is too tight.'
'Your trousers look funny.'
Duo looked affronted, stared at Heero wordlessly for a minute and then looked down at himself, 'Crap, you're right there. But...' he laughed triumphantly, 'Your shoes look funny!'
So what if I wear yellow shoes? What's so funny about yellow? They're ordinary shoes, just ordinary, yellow shoes. I mean, who doesn't wear yellow shoes nowadays? As they say, aren't they 'all the rage'?
'What Duo, so are these not fashionable enough for you now no?'
'Heero... they're yellow man. Nothing the colour of pee can be deemed as fashionable.' Duo ran his fingers through his hair with a satisfied smile, 'But if it makes ya feel better, they look right at home with your crotch-hugging cycling shorts.'
'Why do you always insult my clothes when we disagree?'
'Well... because your clothes are so easy to insult I suppose, what else is there to insult Mr. Perfect Soldier?'
'Ah-Ha,' Heero deadpanned, 'You're jealous.'
'Pssh' Duo waved his hand dismissively, 'Of what?'
'The fact that I am by far your superior in battle, and everything else on that note.'
'No you're not, I could take your ass on Tekken any day Yuy.'
'What's Tekken?'
'Oh for crying out loud! Heero you're absolutely useless!'
Duo
Sometimes I just don't get him, Mr. Pseudo James Bond, Mr. 'OOOOh I'm soooo cool because I wear spandex and pee-coloured shoes'. Seriously, who goes round calling themselves the 'Perfect Soldier'? Someone with confidence issues, that's who.
Bad, bad confidence issues.
And he says I'm jealous? Me? He doesn't know what a Playstation is! And the spandex! The spandex! What's he trying to do? Flash the nation? Me? It's shiny and water resistant and everything that shorts should not be.
Stupid Heero. And his stupid Gundam. Bah!
I know, it's all Relena's fault, pumping up his ego with 'oooh Heero you're so strong,', 'ooooh Heero you're so brave,' 'ooooh Heero, you're so muscular.'
'Ooooh Heero you should have shot me when you had the chance.'
He can't like her, of all people not her. Today has showed me this much, the spandex has shown me this much. I am going to take action. He can't love that thing, so I'll just give him a little hand in seeing that for himself...
Okay, my plan is formulated, it means a bit of very skillful acting on my part though... but anything to save Heero from the doomed fate of Miss Princess Peacraft's lovey-doveyness!
Am I jealous? Nah! No way! How can I be?
Relena looked up at the window uncertainly, her blue eyes large and sightly worried, she hesitated, then gulping, she knocked twice on the door. It swung open to reveal Duo in a black T-shirt with the words 'Come over to the dark Side - We have cookies,' on it.
'Oh. It's you.'
'Hello Duo, is Heero in? I just wanted t-'
'He's mine now bitch,' he had a piece of toast in his hand which he jabbed at her as he said this, 'Can't have him, go away.'
'What? He is not!' Relena looked suitably shocked, 'Liar, he doesn't go for guys, especially ones like you.'
'Oh yea, we're an item. Actually, we're only just fin-'
'Duo! Who is it?' Heero's voice roared distantly from somewhere behind the door.
'It's uh, Relena.' Duo glared at her.
'Bring her in then!'
He sighed and stood back to allow her in and Relena hesitantly entered, eyeing the Deathscythe pilot nervously.
'Go sit in there, and if you have to, make yourself comfortable.'
'Thank you.'
'Oh yea and Relena?'
'What?'
'You don't have a chance with him.'
Relena's sweet demeanour changed, her eyes flashed, 'Want a bet braid-boy?' she smiled.
'I'll have his heart by the end of the week.'
'Oh,' She raised one delicate eyebrow, 'Is that a challenge.'
'No blondey, it's a promise,' and with that great parting shot which he most definitely thought up himself, Duo ran off amid his own evil screams of laughter to... brush his hair.