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" Enemies or ? "Written By: Maaya
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em! Summary: Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy have a feud going on, since they were young. No one seems to remember why they dislike each other, but there’s always something going on between the two of them. Is it possible to make them become friends, or more? Pairings: 1+2+1, (3+4, 5+M, maybe more too!) Warning: I don’t know where I’m going
with this fic; so if you dislike ‘un-planned’ fics, then
don’t read. I’m writing on other fics as well, so this is
just a project on my side. Homosexual content. A lot of OOC too! Maybe
bashing on eventual characters, hopefully not one of the pilots, though.
Genres: Romance, Humor, School-AU and so on… Notes: I wrote this chapter in a note pad on the
train I was on, going to visit a friend. Then, later, I cleaned everything
that seemed useless out of the note pad, and somehow, this story happened
to follow the crap, so I had to rewrite the whole chapter. See, I
have a good reason for being late, for once! The chapter is supposed
to be longer, and I know what will happen in the next - I just felt
that I had to get this out as soon as possible. Archived at:
Enemies or? Duo stared gloomily straight ahead, eyes stubbornly fastened exactly two metres in front of him, hands hidden in the depths of his pockets and braid handing sadly down his back. To the left of him, Quatre was practically bouncing in his steps, wide smile covering his half, if not whole, face. Duo gave his blonde friend a sour look that Quatre completely missed and then went back to glare straight ahead again. Bypasses spared them glances and hid their smiles behind their palms for the pair did certainly look as different to each other as possible. Finally, Quatre couldn’t take it any longer; he was practically bursting with badly held back excitement and happiness. He stopped. “Aren’t you going to ask what happened yesterday?” Duo stopped as well. “Why would I?” He countered, depressed, causing Quatre to frown. “Trowa kissed me. . . well, I kissed him. And he kissed back.” The braided boy didn’t even have to ask who Trowa was, he assumed it was the ‘wondrous’ circus guy. “He did, did he.” It was a statement, not a question. “Yes! Can’t you at least pretend to be happy for my sake?!” “I guess.” There was a moment of quiet during whereas Duo continued to sulk, now under that sharp scrutiny of Quatre’s aquamarine eyes. “So - everything worked out all right then.” Duo finally stated with a lopsided and clearly forced smile. “You’re an item now?” It was Quatre’s turn to frown, uncertain. “Well - I’m not really sure. We agreed to meet after school, though.” He glowed, but bit down on it to look concernedly at his friend. “Now, what’s your problem? You’ve been gloomy the whole morning.” Duo snorted, probably because of the understatement in the words, but didn’t really felt up to explain his reason for being grumpy. “It has to do with what Hilde ordered me to do.” “Explain.” “Well . . . ” “Yes?” “She told me . . . ” “What?” “ . . . to kiss . . . ” “Who?” “QUATRE!” “Sorry, sorry.” “Heero.” Duo finished sadly. His blonde friend choked. “Excuse me?” “I told you. I have to kiss Heero in public before the end of this week.” “You’re joking.” “Would I joke about a situation like this?” Duo sounded highly offended. “This is my life, honour, and dignity we’re talking about here. I can’t kiss *him*, much less in public.” Quatre thought for a while before replying to that. “Duo, what is Heero’s favourite fruit?” “Hmm?” The braided boy looked surprised. “Why d’ya wanna know that?” “Just answer the question, okay?” “Okay . . . jeez.” He thought for a second. “Oranges, I think. Why?” Quatre pointedly ignored the question. “What colour does he hate the most?” “Pink.” “Which girl does he hate the most?” “Minus Relena?” “What scent does his shampoo have?” “Apple-scent.” “Boxers or briefs?” “Boxers.” “That proves it then.” Quatre sounded both amused and a little surprised. “What?” “That you know him as well as you know me.” He smirked. “If not better.” Duo sniffed. “It’s been useful, you know. I’ve painted his shoes pink with Darlian’s nail polish so that he had to answer to her . . . I stole his boxers after gym class once . . .” “And the shampoo?” Quatre wanted to know. “I added black colourer to it once.” Duo defended himself. “Couldn’t help but notice.” “Sure.” Quatre smirked again, in a way that reminded Duo of Hilde. He gulped. “What are you trying to say, Q?” “Nothing, just that it might not be as bad as you think.” And with that, the blonde turned on his heel and disappeared into his French class, grinning with a scary glint in his eyes. Duo stared after him in wonder. “What was he getting at?” Before turning into his own, biology class, sitting down in the place he had been assigned, beside the chair Heero would be on only minutes later. ******* Heero was glad for his biology class this morning, because that meant he would get away from Wufei’s and Meiran’s never ending bickering. The girl had been extraordinary angry with them after having escaped last evening and had told them both that in a rather . . . unpolite manner. Heero was surprised his hearing was still working like it should. Wufei had, or course, felt forced to defend himself, something that meant a full-blown fist fight between wife and husband. Therefore, he felt rather happy about his biology class this morning - though that was before he remembered that Duo Maxwell would be sitting right next to him. Life was just so unfair sometimes. He slid down into his chair beside the braided teenager and did rather pointedly *not* look at him. If he actually had looked, he would have seen that Duo did the exactly same thing, staring in the opposite direction than himself. He was glad when the teacher entered the room and the class started. He was, however, trapped in a jail of people he didn’t want to be with. Duo on the inside and Wufei with Meiran on the outside. He grimaced. “Yuy.” A voice interrupted. Heero stopped writing and dropped his pencil in pure surprised to hear Duo’s voice in the middle of the lesson, civilized nonetheless. “Yes.” Both of them stated, not questioned. “Meet me outside the school after the class. Important.” Nothing more was said after that, because the teacher glared their way before announcing that they got to practice to their test today. ******* Heero had a hard time deciding whatever or not he would actually go to their, or rather Duo’s, decided meeting. He didn’t particularly want to follow his rival’s orders but he was still curious about what was so important that it made Duo sound civilized while speaking to him. His mind told him that this was just another joke and not to go, but his heart, frustratingly enough, told him to trust his enemy’s words, how ridiculous that ever sounded. But Duo Maxwell was supposed to never lie, wasn’t he? So without really thinking about it, he found himself standing in front of Duo outside in the school yard after the class had ended. “What?” He wondered, not liking the fact that Duo was one step ahead in knowledge. The smaller boy shrugged quietly and Heero could have sworn he looked almost. . . .nervous. “What?” He repeated. Duo shrugged again, leaned closer towards him, rose to stand on his toes and before Heero knew what was happening, Duo had pressed his lips against Heero’s own. Duo Maxwell was kissing him. His mind made a well-duh
statement that for the moment wasn’t at all funny. It repeated,
now with an exclamation mark. Duo Duo Maxwell, long time rival and enemy, in addition also boy, was kissing him directly on the lips, tongue involved in it all. In front of whoever had the fortune or misfortune of walking past right then. His heart missed a beat. It was horrible. Well, not really . . . It was disgusting. Not all that much. Duo was a good kisser after all. What was he thinking!? But it was true . . . It was wet. But warm. He did absolutely not enjoy it. Really. His mind laughed at the attempted conviction. //Then why aren’t you pulling away?// One by one, the voice around them quieted down and everyone, even older students who were above the interest of Maxwell’s and Yuy’s fighting, shut up and stared at the two of them. Hilde, who had came to watch on planned time, applauded, and the sound was very out of place on the quiet school yard. Duo finally broke away, gave Heero a wide, almost scared stare and did then turn on his heel. He hurried inside the school building again, cutting through crowds of staring students in his haste. Heero stood left behind, staring after him with a hand lifted to touch his lips in apparent confusion. He supposed he should be angry but could somehow not work himself into the ‘right’ mode for that. Duo’s near surprised stare had been too hunted for that. So instead, he let his hand fall and he strode through the still surprised students towards where Duo had disappeared, feeling more bemused than ever. ******* Duo practically flew into a toilet booth and slammed the door closed behind him with a powerful jerk of his hand, locking it quickly. He leaned against the secured door, exhausted beyond reason and embarrassed even more so. He had just kissed his greatest enemy, on his lips, in front of the school. Damn. A hand came up to touch his lips that still were warm from the contact. They were swollen. Again, damn. ******* Wufei and Meiran had finally quieted down in temporary peace and set to find Heero, who they both thought had looked rather stressed this morning before school. After having been unsuccessful inside the school building, they went outside to search, only to realize that most of the students in school seemed to be on the yard, and their murmur had a shocked edge to it. Meiran looked around to see if she could spot Heero, but didn’t. “What’s going on here?” She wondered aloud to her chauvinist husband. Wufei shrugged and scanned through the crowds himself. “Not sure, but something seems to have happened.” “No shit.” The girl suddenly found a familiar face fixed with so many strangers. “Dorothy?” The longhaired blonde looked up and nodded before sauntering through the mass of students. “Chang.” It was unclear whatever she meant Wufei or Meiran, or both. “Have you heard the latest?” “That’s what we’re trying to find out.” Meiran ground out. Suddenly, she was hit by a horrible foreboding. “Where’s Heero?” Dorothy chuckled, a throaty sound and caused both Chinese teenagers too look at each other in wonder. What was going on here? “This has something to do with him, doesn’t it?” Wufei accused. Dorothy chuckled again. “You could . . . say that.” The two waited in quiet for her to further explain herself, but when no such thing happened, Wufei burst. “For God’s sake woman, tell us!” “Edgy, edgy. . . but since you asked so politely - someone kissed Yuy, in front of half of the school.” Wufei’s eyebrows hit the hairline. “Who?” “You’re not gonna believe me.” “Maybe not - just TELL US!” “Maxwell.” Quiet. Meiran’s eyebrow rose. “Yeah?” She asked bemusedly. “What about him?” “He kissed Heero, idiots!” “Who did?” “Maxwell!” Wufei stared. “Maxwell and HEERO?” “Yes!” The trio suddenly got quiet and the all stared at each other for a moment. After a while, Meiran dared a small, “You’re lying.” “No.” Dorothy chuckled yet again. “No, I’m not.” ******* TBC ******* |
