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"Waiting for Shinigami"Written By: Dragonmistress_7 Disclaimer: I do not own them with a fox, I do
not own them in abox. I do not own them on Tuesday, I borrow them
so we can play. Ido not own Gundam Wing, don't sue me, I don't own
anything! Rating: Eventually, NC-17, for now, like, G? Warnings: OOC, Eventual lemon (1x2)temporarily
POV Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: The war is finished and time has passed. Heero is sent to find Duo and try to convince him to join Preventer but somewhere along the way feelings change Notes: Kind of strange fic that wouldn't leave
me alone. I don'tthink it will be too long. Not my normal stuff, but
a good start, Ihope. Will set up shrines to all who give feedback.
(winces) soften
Waiting for Shinigami
Chapter 5 It seemed to be an omen when Duo said that things change, though for good or ill I was sure I didn't know. I disapproved of the way Trowa walked on eggshells around Quatre, but the truth was I was preparing to do the same thing with Duo. No, I didn't quite say it, but it's the best I can do for now. I took Duo's advice and talked to Trowa at work yesterday.
It didn't really go well. I didn't really expect it to. He was combative
and deliberately dense, and I just muddled through helplessly. I wished
Duo was there to do the talking for me the way Quatre always does
for Trowa, but I didn't want scare him away by "What business is it of yours, anyway?" he demanded. His arms were crossed and his mouth was set in a thin, grim line. He kept glancing at the door, expecting Quatre to come back, I suppose. I sighed. "Honestly, it isn't," I admitted. "But you're hurting yourself. And Trowa, you're hurting him." That softened his face a bit at that, though his arms remained crossed. "So what? I take him to Paris, go the symphony, have an expensive dinner where he drinks too much wine and then it's back to the hotel to take advantage of him?" I frowned. "I never said that. But it wouldn't kill you to make your interest known. It doesn't take a big gesture, but it does take *some* indication. See if he'll let you hold his hand at the symphony. If that goes well, kiss his cheek at the end of the evening. You don't have to jump into bed unless that is what you both want. I'm just tired of seeing the two of you mooning." That earned me another glare. "I do not `moon'. I'll think about what you said. I'd have to clear the leave with Lady Une-" "Already done. I'm not the only one who's tired of surreptitious glances over cold coffee and stale doughnuts. Lady Une wouldn't give you an assignment if you begged for one." "Then who-" he began again, but I interrupted,
"Wufei, Sally, and I are more than capable of handling things
around here. I already talked to them and we are willing to help fill
in any gaps. And in case you didn't notice, there's a whole building
full of people who do the same job you do, many of whom are dying
to Trowa knows when he's been beaten, and he took it pretty gracefully after that, though he did tell Quatre the tickets came from me. Which meant I had to put up with the blonde's cheerful thanks, repeatedly, for the rest of the day. Duo laughed when I told him about Quatre's fourth grateful monologue, which described, in detail, both my many wonderful qualities and the wonderful time he would have in Paris, and completely leaving out the fact that he could have gotten identical tickets just as easily. "So he's really excited?" "I wouldn't be surprised if he was packing right now, talking up a storm to Trowa, who is no doubt burning me in effigy." Duo laughed again, a sound I could never get tired of. "It's a good thing Trowa doesn't know I had anything to do with it, or he'd probably cut off my braid and hang me with it." "They'll both thank us later," I said with more confidence than I felt. "Do you have any plans for tomorrow? It's my day off, and I thought we could do something." "No, I'm free as a bird. What did you have in mind?" he asked, eyes alight with curiosity. He seemed happier to me than he had been at his own place on L2, but that might have been wishful thinking. I smirked. "Well, for starters, I always did want to nail your ass to the ground." * * * * "You've only got one more shot, Yuy. You better make it count," Duo yelled from behind his shield. I could just barely see one arm, covered with red. I looked down at my own splattered clothes. Duo was a damn good shot. "Don't worry, Maxwell. This last one has your name written all over it." I slowly maneuvered my way to the tunnel on my left, diving into it when he opened fire again. Then, there was silence. A stalemate. He didn't want to come in, and I didn't
want to go out. So we waited. Several seconds passed before I realized
that I was, once again, waiting for Shinigami. I chuckled to myself,
though I hardly knew why. I heard him moving, though he was incredibly
quiet. He moved to my left, so I shifted right. He was "Yes, but you forgot one thing." I felt something wet and sticky on my forehead. The other shot hit my neck. "I still had two shots." (1) I put my hand to my forehead and came away with blue paint. This I reached out and smeared across Duo's face. "So you did. Who won then?" "I think it was a tie. You actually do this with Sally and Wufei?" he asked. I nodded. "Wufei's addicted. He uses the excuse that it's good training, but Sally and I both know that he just loves the game. He's insufferable when he wins." Duo smiled, and my heart lurched. He was so beautiful, standing there in white coveralls, red paint spattered across his face and all through his braid, with the three blue streaks like war paint on his cheek. His smile faded to something more thoughtful, and that's when I realized I must have been staring. "What?" he asked, tilting his head to one side as he regarded me. His eyes were wide, his face expectant. I felt like my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. Finally, I dropped my gaze and studied one partially blue foot. "You look cute," I managed finally. Duo gave me a puzzled grin, then he must have caught sight of himself in some reflective surface, because he started to laugh. "I guess I do, don't I? What about you, though? Your face and neck are blue, as are your knee and foot, and your back looks like leopard spots." I laughed, too, and thanked anyone who would listen that I got the chance, even if it never came again, to laugh with Duo ~ * ~ (1) Author does not condone shooting people in the face with paintballs. Duo is a crack shot, odds are, you aren't. It's dangerous, don't do it, period. |
