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" Something to Talk About"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Language; Lemon; Lime; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or Weiss
Kruez. I'm only having a little fun here. You can try to sue me, but
all I have worth taking is my cat that's named Duo, but looks like
Trowa. Rating: NC 17 Notes: Cross over with Weiss Kruez
Something to Talk About Part 2
"Hey, that's enough." Heero warned and took the drink from his friend. Trowa continued to stare at the table top. It was late evening, and the two met at a local bar to share a drink. . .however, Trowa had taken more than just a drink. "Why didn't you tell me that Aya was over this morning?" "Because I knew you wouldn't have come over then." "No doubt you ended up fighting?" "It's not because of you. . .it's because he doesn't trust me." "Where is he now?" "He had to stay late at the flower shop. . .Omi didn't show up to work." "No shit. He was at the apartment clearing out the rest of his stuff." Tears brimmed the downcast green eyes. "Did you try talking to him?" Trowa nodded. "And there's no way of working this out?" "He's says that he doesn't have the energy or strength anymore. . .What's wrong with me? Omi was the first descent guy that I've met in a long time, and I drove him off." "Trowa, there's nothing wrong with you. You just haven't met the right one yet. Just be patient, I'm sure you'll find. . ." "Hey, what's shakin'?" Duo called and plopped down in a seat between the two men. He took the glass from Heero that was once Trowa's and polished it off. "What's with the long face?" He asked looking from Heero to Trowa and back again. "You act as if your cat died. Where's Omi and Aya?" Without responding, Trowa stood and headed for the rest room. "What's with him?" "Omi is obsolete." Heero answered quickly. "No shit? When did this happen?" "Last night." "He'll bounce back in no time. I've never seen anyone regroup from a break up as quickly as he does. I have to learn how to do that." "Doubtful. He's taking this a lot harder than what we're use to." "How hard?" "Tears." "Omi?" "Trowa." Duo's violet eyes widen in surprise. He couldn't think of a time that he had ever seen Trowa cry. "Don't tease him Duo. . .and watch your words, he's a little drunk and over emotional." "I won't. What happened? Was Omi pollinating someone else's flower?" Heero shook his head and averted his eyes to the table as indication of Trowa's return. The Latin sat down as the waitress appeared at the table. Duo ordered a drink and the three were left alone again. "Whatca doin' tonight Tro?" The glassy green eyes looked up at the American in suspicion. "If you're not doing anything, you could go clubbing with me." Trowa looked over at Heero quickly, knowing that the Japanese man told Duo what he wasn't ready to just yet. There was sort of a 'thank you' in that glance, before attention was turned back to Duo. "I don't think so." "Why not? I was thinking we could go to Emerald's Ball Room. They have this new thing where you can have seven minute sit down sessions." "What's that?" Heero asked, since Trowa didn't seem interested in talking at this time. "They have tables where two people sit down and talk for about seven minutes. At the end of the night, you check in at the counter and tell them who you liked. In return, they tell you who liked you. It's been known to work." Heero looked over at the Latin, waiting for a response. "I'm swearing off dating." Heero's heart went out to his friend. Sure, Trowa had been through a lot of break ups before, but it never fazed him. Tears were never present, unlike now. Even though the bangs were serving as camouflage, Heero could tell in his voice just how much he was hurting. "It was just a suggestion." Duo informed as Trowa stood to leave. "No sense in sitting around moping about something." There was no response from the broken hearted boy, as he turned and began walking toward the door. Heero jumped to his feet, fished out some money to lay on the table and followed his friend. He caught up, just as Trowa was starting to climb into his car. "Trowa, wait." Heero grabbed the door to stop the procession. "I don't think you should be driving right now." There were no objections as Trowa slid over to the passenger seat. They drove in silence for a few minutes until Trowa turned on the radio. After channel surfing, he stopped at a song that he didn't really like; but listened to because it was a love song. He leaned over and rested his head on the cool surface of the window. "Maybe you should take Duo up on his offer. After all, he did set up Quatre and Ryo last year, and they're still together." "That's because Quatre isn't emotionally constipated. Heero held his laughter in attempts of not further insulting Trowa. "I don't want anyone else Heero. I want Omi." "Then tomorrow, after work, I'll come over and we'll make a strategy."
"Why are you sitting in the dark?" "Just thinking." "About?" "This morning." "Hn?" "I was wrong to accuse you." "Then why did you?" "I'm not use to seeing two people as close as you two are without there being something between them." He walked over to the taller man and sat next to him. Heero lightly pushed the covering hair behind his ear. "It's okay. I wasn't in a good mood this morning. That didn't really help the situation either." Aya looked up at his boyfriend and Heero pulled him into an embrace. The Japanese man leaned against the arm of the couch, pulling his lover to rest against his chest. "How is Trowa holding up?" "He's trying to be strong. How's Omi doing?" "I haven't seen him today, but Ken says he's doing all right." "Aya." "Hn?" "I want you to do me a favor. . . .I want you to talk to Omi and find out what the chances are that he and Trowa can get back together." Aya lifted to look into the serious colbat eyes. "Why?" "Because Trowa wants him back. . .I just want to make sure that there's a good reason behind encouraging him. If Omi's not interested, then there's no sense in dragging this any further." "I think it would be better if they just work it out on their own Heero. We shouldn't get involved." "If you don't want to get involved, then you don't have to. . .but I will." Aya seemed unmoved by the statement. "And I won't be responsible for what will happen to Omi if I don't like the response." "Fine. I'll talk to him. . .but I'm not making any promises." Duo tapped on the door, waiting for an answer. He looked up and down the empty hall for no particular reason other than out of habit. A little frustrated at the lack of answering, he knocked again, this time much harder. "YO-JI!" He called through the wood. "Come on man, I know you're home. I saw your car." Duo banged harder on the door. Still with no answer, the American leaned against the door and slid to a sitting position. He continued to bang on the door with his elbow. "Yo-ji. Yo-ji. Yo-ji." He sang in tune with the beats of his hand against the wood. Each time he said the name, his voice grew in volume. This caused a couple of the neighbors to peek out of their apartments at the noise. "Duo, what are you doing?" A older lady asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the boy. "Keep that up, and you'll wake the entire apartment." "Sorry, Cera. I forgot my keys here when I visited and YOJI WON'T OPEN THE DOOR!!! HE'S PROBABLY ON THE THRONE MAKING A PROCLAMATION!!!" At that moment the door behind Duo opened and the American spilled into the room. "Or not." He corrected as he stared up into the glaring blue eyes. "What took you so long?" The braided boy demanded as he scrambled to his feet. "I was busy." Yoji snapped. It was then that Duo realized that the taller man was only in his boxers. "Oh. Sorry man. I didn't mean to pull you from business. I'll just grab my keys and be out in two shakes of a. . ." His sentence trailed off as he walked pass Yoji's bedroom to find Omi inside. The blonde was a little surprised to see Duo, and with cheeks burning in embarrassment, covered himself. "Did you get what you came for?" Duo looked up at Yoji in disbelief. "Is that O?. . ." He pointed toward the bedroom. "Are you and Omi?. . ." Duo walked into the bedroom and pulled the blankets from the boy's head. "Don't tell Trowa." Omi whispered. "Don't tell?. . .don't tell? Do you have any ideal how badly you're messing him up?!?" "Look, lay off. He doesn't have to explain anything to you." Yoji informed as he appeared next to Duo and slammed the keys in the American's hand. "Now get out of here." Duo accepted his keys and turned to leave the apartment. Before he left the bedroom, he stopped and looked back at Omi. "That's messed up Omi. I thought you were better than that." ~ * ~ Chapter
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