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"All is fair in Love and Peace "Written By: Keiran Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters...
Shame about that. Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5+S, minor 6+9 Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Mildly romantic, fluff. Or was it sap? Humorous. Heero has issues. Summary: Sequel to All is Fair In Love and War "All is fair in Love and Peace "
~Few Days Later~ ^Short Summary of the Present Situation^ Heero and Trowa, joined by Wufei, forced Une into giving them an assignment long and difficult enough to take their minds off of the incoming wedding. There was resistance, but finally both the Preventers' Chief and reinforcements (privately, Relena Peacecraft) were convinced that Duo, Quatre and Sally were perfectly capable of dealing with the preparations on their own (correct pronunciation: they were perfectly capable of telling everybody with a smile that all that pink was not necessary, thank you very much. Oh, what nice flowers!). ^End of Summary^ The only thing that Heero was concerned with was why Duo agreed to marry him. He wasn’t fooled by Relena’s performance in the office the other day. If anyone could talk their way out of anything and everything it was Duo. Which brought upon the dreaded ‘why’. Finally, just two days before the wedding, Heero got the nerve to ask. If someone is wondering why he had to gather all his courage for this task, try going to your best friend, who is also the most important person in the world to you, and ask ‘why are you hanging out with me actually?’ He knew for a fact that Trowa and Quatre were almost officially a couple, or they were just about to be, and Wufei was dating Sally. Considering his dedication he would marry her anyway, sooner or later. But what about Duo? Heero kept angsting over it during the whole mission, so his first question upon coming home was: “Duo? Why did you agree to that… uh... plot?” “You want the true answer for the press, or the true-honest one?” “The true answer for me.” “I love you.” Heero Yuy almost lost it. Duo glanced at him and smiled cutely. “Not exactly romantically speaking maybe, more like the best friend sort of love, but I do. I don’t believe in the romantic crap. I do however believe in ‘best-friends-with-added-bonuses’ relationships.” Suddenly he turned serious. And maybe a little sad. “You know it’s really hard for me to trust somebody, enough to be real friends with them. With the circumstances as they were when we got to meet each other, I doubted heavily I’d ever have a friend like you. And you are cute. Although I don’t think I’d ever trust you with repairing anything more than a toaster. Maybe not even that, cause it may end up blowing up in my face. I mean you offered to check up Deathscythe so many times, and still the damn self-destruct mechanism didn’t work! Geez! Not everybody had multiple self-destruction systems, you know!” “Hn.” Heero had the decency to feel ashamed. “Oh, great. I go and spill my heart out, and all he can say is ‘Hn’. I have a bad feeling about this marriage,” Duo grumbled in response. “Anyway, I picked sapphire blue for us to wear, do you mind? Why am I even asking, of course you don’t.” “Why…” “Because the alternative was pink.” “Oh.” “Quat and Trowa will be wearing baby blue, Wufei and Sally white. All opposed to pink. I knew we shouldn’t have allowed Relena to make the arrangements. Also I hope you wouldn’t mind telling them to stuff the bouquets down their throats. I thought that’d be too extreme, even for me. “Oh, and I’m still mad at you for leaving me alone with all the pink. I’m beginning to think you just won’t be getting any, after all.” It took Heero some time to process what exactly he wasn’t getting any of, but when he finally did he was just about going to his knees, thanking whatever deity was up there for leading Duo out of the room for the moment. A few hours later Heero was lying in his bed thinking. His wedding was two days away. Make that one and a half. He was going to be married. To Duo. Stop. Rewind. Play. He was going to be married! To Duo! A sudden wave of knowledge hit him on the nose with the efficiency of a brick wall. Bleeding like a butchered pig he went to the bathroom. He shook off his gray tank top and since it was sloshed with red already, he used it to stop the bleeding. His nose however had other ideas, and Heero was soon considering calling an expert to solve the problem. “Damn! Man, are you infected with Wufei-ism, or something? That’s one nasty nosebleed. Okay, hands off.” The dark haired boy looked at the doorway from the corner of his eye, and saw the beautiful, caring, sweet figure of his future husband holding a bag of ice for his abused nose. “Easy there. Tilt your head backwards a bit. Hold the ice for a moment, will you?” Duo filled the sink with hot water and left Heero’s tank top to soak. The he reached for his partner's hand. “Come here,” he said, leading Heero to the living room, grabbing a pack of tissues on his way. He helped him lie on the couch and carefully eased Heero’s head on his own lap, tilting it back. “Now, all better.” “Hn.” The almighty socializing God, also known as the Perfect Soldier felt the need to contribute to the conversation. “So, what brought this on? You walk into a door or something? Or are you infected for real? Nasty Wu-germs, crawling all over the place. Tssss… here they come… you know, you better get off. I don’t want to bleed at every turn too. I mean, someone has to provide the cavalry, right? Like that one time when me and Wu were on a mission somewhere, and the TV got blocked at some late night porn movie. He was bleeding as if there was no tomorrow, man that was a funny sight. Later we realized that the batteries in the remote were old, but before that! Man, that’s the only time I think when Wu willingly let another person sleep closer than a meter before. Well, that was a while before Sally, so…” Heero’s mind was being severely abused with thoughts such as ‘Slept how close?’ Which in turn led to another vacation break for it. Killing Wufei was not in question right now. ~The Next Morning~ Heero didn’t wake up feeling relaxed and comfy. He could already feel his muscles screaming, and that was before he started to move. To stretch at least a little he arched his back, straightening his arms out in front of him. However, there was a warm bundle plastered to his side, which lay directly in the way of his morning exercises. Heero, being Heero, didn’t allow mere warm bundles to halt his morning routine, and pushed it off the sofa. His only miscalculation lay in not noticing that both he and the mysterious bundle were tightly wrapped in the very same blanket. Predictably, ten seconds later Heero landed on the floor, on top of Duo and loads of blanket in between. “Ouch! Yuy, for God’s sake! Don’t you know the damn commandments? Number 11, ‘Thou shan’t push sleeping people of the couch?' That’s the last time I’m helping anybody with a damn nosebleed. What’s wrong with you people and remembering that somebody sleeps on the same damn couch! Is that a nosebleed thing, an Asian sickness, or the famous Wu-germs again?” By the end of this rant Heero was once again in his element, planning the next mission. ~Much Waited for Interlude ... or What Heero Is Really Thinking~ I'm going to kill him. I really am. Or I would. If it weren’t for the fact Duo for some inconceivable reason likes to have him around, he’d be six feet under already. But he is still marrying me tomorrow! No. More. Wufei! ~End Of Interlude~ By the time breakfast was made and served Duo almost stopped pouting. It might be safe to note that Duo, still being as cute as ever, was a very pretty sight when pouting. Which in turn would have made Heero blush, if it weren’t for the fact that he was Heero. “Okay, you are forgiven. But only because you make damn good pancakes. I don’t get it by the way, you can make one hell of a good pancake, but you can burn water at the same time. I mean, what’s the problem, cooking an egg soft, for example. It’s just like building and setting off a bomb. A small one perhaps, having only a couple of minutes and limited supplies, but still. Did I tell you where they are sending us for the Honeymoon? It’s on Earth, somewhere in southern Europe. Quat and Tro are going to the Caribbean Islands and Sally with Wu to Hawaii. I just said that the place needed to be warm, not hot, not cold. I hate cold. I saw pictures already. It’s very beautiful, you know. We’ll be living in a cottage, a lake nearby, generally a cute place. Oh, Une is giving us three weeks of Honeymoon time before we have to go back to work. She said we need to uh... get used to the new situation. However, we have to spend the first two days in a hotel in Sanq. They are being generous, and well it is a Hotel, with a capital H. We need to participate in a press conference, and there are so many journalists that wanted to be at it that we are forced to attend a really long conference and stay around for a day or two, in order to…” here Duo blushed a little “…well, look like we are married. But don’t worry, I convinced Une that putting cameras in the suite was not necessary.” The next half an hour was spent washing orange juice from every available surface in the kitchen. ~Another Short Interlude~ Well, since it is quite impolite to interrupt someone speaking, and Heero didn’t really contribute anything useful to the conversation, we would like to know what he did in the meantime (except eating). Here’s the list: A frown, four 'Hn’s, followed by a questioning raise of a brow, three more 'Hn’s, a smirk, a couple of 'Hn’s again, and finally spitting his juice all over the kitchen. You can guess that the mere mention of having Duo's undivided attention for two and a half weeks was making him feel lightheaded. ~End Of Interlude~ A couple of hours later both of the future newlyweds were packed for their journey and ready to go. Duo had laughed at the females' attempt to keep them apart for the last day and night, saying "Sure, and while you’re at it, why don’t you get Heero a wedding gown, so that I can’t look at it before the wedding. Oh, and I firmly refuse to be led to the altar like a lamb to slaughter. It’s a gay wedding, let me spell it for you, G-A-Y. That means, male-to-male wedding. Not male-to-irresolute-sex wedding. And stuff the flowers." As a result, they were both traveling to the hotel together. However, it was agreed (after much begging and crying and wailing on the females' part) that they were staying in separate rooms. The wedding was to take place around midday, so Duo eventually agreed that they might sleep in and not see each other before the actual ceremony. Let it be noted that Duo was forced to go to sleep early after dealing with the matter of a bouquet. There is only so much of wailing females one man can bear before getting a migraine. The Wedding Eve ended peacefully, with the five remaining ‘Doomed Ones’ and their friends enjoying a glass of wine on the spacious balcony.
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