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"Sleepless"Written By: Nizuno Mikomi Disclaimer: Gundam Wing isn’t mine. More’s
the pity, imagine the fun I could have. ^^ Not to mention, I could
use the money….grrr, I hate being poor. >.< Rating: PG-13 Warnings: More shounen-ai, slightly grouchy Quatre,
too-hyper-to-sleep Duo, more lonely Wufei Pairings: 1x2x1 & 3x4 (established), 2+5 Summary: The other pilots all seem to have someone to share their dreams and nightmares with... all except Wufei.
Sleepless Part 2 *Three weeks later* “Aw, Hee-chan, do you REALLY have to go?” “It’s only for a couple of days, koi. I’ll be back before you know it.” “Yeah but until then I gotta sleep by myself,” Duo griped. “That’s no fun!” He plied his amethyst eyes in the best sad puppy face he could muster. “I’ll be all cold and lonely. What’ll I do?” Heero shrugged and placed another folded shirt into his duffel. “Ask Wufei how he does it. He always sleeps alone.” Duo dropped the puppy face. “Well yeah but that’s because he’s so cranky. Probably snores like a sick hyena, too.” The possibility that Heero might not come back from his latest mission was not discussed. It was something they just didn’t talk about. “If he does snore, it can’t possibly be more annoying than you singing the Hamtaro theme at the top of your lungs in the shower at six a.m.” “Hey, what’s wrong with Hamtaro?!” “Nothing…I just don’t see why you feel the need to do the dance that goes with it.” Duo smirked. “Dude, don’t knock the Hamster Dance, man. It’s the only one I know.” Heero paused in his packing. “Remind never to go to a club with you.” “Heero! You wound me!” Duo collapsed on the bed, writhing melodramatically as if in the throes of some theatrical death. “Hn.” Heero bounced a rolled up pair of socks off of Duo’s head and smirked. Blatantly. “Seriously though,” Duo said, rolling onto his stomach, “I wish you didn’t have to go. How’m I supposed to sleep without my favorite warm human huggy toy?” Grin grin. With a sigh and a mental shake of his head, Heero replied, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” “You’re gonna owe me for lost sleep, Yuy.” === Two long and unseasonably chilly nights later, Duo found that he had made a self-fulfilling prophecy. He had said that without Heero, he would not be able to sleep and now, though he had tried, he simply could not close his eyes for more than a few minutes at a time. Ergo, it was 2:23 AM and he was wandering the halls of the safe house trying to tire himself out enough to sleep. Of course, since caffeine had featured in his diet that morning, this was not liable to happen any time in the near future. His long legs carried him up one hallway, then down another, up and down the stairs at least six times, and completely around the outside perimeter of the house at least once. On his seventh trip up the stairs, a rather annoyed and sleepy-looking Quatre met him at the top. “Duo,” the normally sweet blonde said in a voice muffled by fatigue and frustration, “Go. To. Bed.” “I caaaan’t,” Duo groaned. “I miss Heero and I can’t get to sleep!” Then the proverbial light bulb went on over his head. “Ne, Q, how do you cope when Trowa’s away?” “I meditate,” was the short, almost snappish answer. “I suggest you try it.” Hey, Quatre might be an angel, but not at 2:30 in the morning. His halo didn’t start shining for another three hours. However, noting the dejected, depressed, and deprived look on his chatty friend’s face, Quatre softened a bit. “In the meantime, why don’t you go back to your room, lie down, and close your eyes. That helps too sometimes.” “OK!” Duo replied with his trademark grin. “Night Q! And thanks!” A quick glomp later, he was scampering off down the hall to his room. Quatre stared after him for a moment before shuffling wearily back to his own quarters. It was FAR too early to be scampering anywhere. Trowa was dozing when his blonde lover very quietly opened the door. “Can I strangle him yet?” the former clown asked without moving the lanky arm draped over his eyes. “No, koi,” Quatre replied, climbing back into bed and curling up next to him. “I think he’ll be quiet now.” “He’d better be,” Trowa said in dire tones. He was not a morning person, much less a two-thirty-in-the-morning person and having his sleep disturbed by anything other than a full blown emergency was not something he was prepared to put up with, especially when he considered the sweet soft little armful he was accustomed to having snuggled up against him. “Mm…good night, love.” “Good night, angel.” ~ oOo ~
There, I made a Part Two. I’m working on another installment. These are all gonna be short, it’s fate (and laziness) and an effort on my part to be less long-winded. So yeah, Part Three is in the works. OK, time to review and make me happy.
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