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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?
“Come on out now, Duo!” “I’m not moving!” “This is ridiculous!” “Yeah, just remember that if someone comes here, I don’t exist!” The blonde sighed and turned to lean his back against the closed and locked toilet booth boor in frustration. He raised a hand to draw through his yellow bang. “Don’t tell me you’re staying here the whole night.” He muttered irritably. “I thought yesterday’s detention was enough?” “I don’t care!” It came out sounding petty and childish, even for Duo’s own ears. But like he had said; he didn’t care. Quatre threw his hands up in the air. “Fine! You’ve already skipped two classes and I’m tired of waiting! I promised to meet Trowa for lunch. I’m leaving!” He waited for a second to see if his words made any difference and then let out a slow breath and stood straight, putting his hand on the door-handle to emerge from the boys bath room. It was still quiet. He pushed the door handle down a little bit. Still no answer. He opened the door fully. A quiet sound was heard behind him and he turned around to see the toilet booth door open slightly and an indigo, blue-violet eye peeked out at the blonde. “Don’t want to intrude, but can I come?” ******* Meiran, Wufei and Dorothy finally found themselves successful in their search when a muscular arm suddenly reached out from behind a couple of rubbish containers and grabbed Wufei’s cotton-clad forearm. The Chinese teenager let out a very uncharacteristic yelp and fell into the brick wall towards which he had been pulled, staring into the face of one Heero Yuy. One very flustered Heero Yuy. Meiran and Dorothy followed, ignoring Wufei’s dazed state. “Heero! Where have you been?” The boy in question quieted Meiran with a hand to her lips. “Shut up.” “Well, polite as always, I see.” She said when he let go of her, rolling her dark-brown eyes. “Want to tell me what is going on here?” Her answer came as a frown. “Duo kissed me and now half the school is gossiping about it.” “We already know that, idiot. Why?” When Heero didn’t elaborate, she continued. “Why did he kiss you?” Heero shrugged. “He told me to meet him outside and . . . ” “He just kissed you?” The black-haired girl guessed and was rewarded by a nod. She frowned though. “Why would he do that?” No one answered his query. “Anyway Heero - it’s lunchtime now. Why don’t you come with me and Wufei to eat something, away from gossips? We were planning on going to Harley’s Café.” She pointedly ignored Wufei’s ‘were we?’ and continued. “That okay with you?” Meiran took Heero’s half shrug, half frown as a yes and took him by his arm, dragging him with her out, away from the school yard. ******* Duo took in Trowa appearance with interest and have to give Quatre some credit - his friend *did* have a rather good taste in men. “. . . and so he needed to get away from school for a while and here he is.” Quatre finished his explanation and eyed his new boyfriend nervously. “You don’t mind, do you?” Trowa’s slight shrug relieved him very much and his short “not at all” even more so. He sighed in relief. “Well, that’s great! Let’s order something then!” They did, and Duo soon found himself sitting and chatting with Quatre and occasionally Trowa by a table in the corner, eating sandwiches and drinking hot chocolate. It was a rather strange turn of events after having kissed his greatest enemy but he didn’t complain. It could be worse after all - he could have broken a bone or two while explaining himself to Heero. He felt relaxed for the first time on the whole day, at least until a foot hit his own and he almost jumped out of his own skin in surprise. He shut up immediately and glanced down under the table in time to see the foot continued on its way to meet Trowa’s. Feeling his face heat, he glances up again, seeing Quatre’s and Trowa’s smug eye-contact. He got even redder. “Uh . . . gotta go to the bathroom, s’cuse me!” And he stood up, quickly escaping into said room at the back of the café. Behind him, he heard Quatre shout “but Duo, you stayed in a bathroom for two lessons” before he closed the door behind him with a sigh. Walking over to the faucets to wash his face, he couldn’t help but wonder if the lump that occupied his stomach had anything to do with jealousy. ******* Heero felt more gloomy then he wanted to admit when he followed Wufei, Meiran and Dorothy (who had invited herself) into the small café that was the usual oasis for students when they felt unusually depressed and caught in the claws of school. Today, however, the only student he could sight was Quatre, who was kissing another boy in a way that would probably get them thrown out soon. Dorothy stopped short when she saw the two of them and did then turn around to walk past Heero out of the café, muttering something sounding like. “I give up . . . impossible. . . ” If Heero’s mind (and heart) hadn’t been filled with his own, he would have been concerned. But how it now was, he ignored it and followed the both Chinese teenagers inside the shop and ordered a ham ´n cheese sandwich with a coke to go with that. Meiran and Wufei were betting on how long it would take until Quatre and the other boy was thrown out. “. . . five minutes from now . . .” “ . . . you sure? . . . can’t see the owner yet . . . ” “ . . . wanna try that yourself . . . ?” “ . . . why not?” Heero watched in rapt fascination as his friends leaned closer to each other . . . and finally kissed each other. Senseless. His ears began to grow red . . . and without saying anything he stood up and escaped into the bathroom, pointedly ignoring the small hints of jealousy in his stomach. ******* TBC
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