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"Temporary Insanity "Written By: sparkley-tangerine Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam Pilots or the
Gundam Wing franchise. If I did THIS would have been the result. Sucks,
doesn't it? Rating: R? I dunno about these things. Warnings: First-Person fic, Humor/Romance/ Slight OOC-mess? Summary: After Heero bites the apparent dust, Quatre suffers from a momentary lapse of sanity and invites Duo to stay with him. The second lapse occurs when he doesn't kick him out after two weeks of idle boredom. Welcome to Hell Quatre Winner, welcome to Hell. 2+4/4+2, mentioned 1X3/3X1 Notes: This is the sequel/side- fic/other PoV
of Cadaver Company. The Quatre and Duo story. The plot-bunny has spawned.
You have been warned.
Chapter One: A Lapse in Sanity I, Quatre Raberba Winner, am officially concerned about the condition of my own mental health. What, exactly, had I been thinking, inviting Duo Maxwell to stay with me? The Duo Maxwell who called himself the God of Death. The one with the meter long braid and a Gundam that gave off the air of having once been the monster in an American horror film. The same Duo Maxwell that had the most amazingly large and beautiful violet eyes, I had ever seen. Sanity had taken a sudden leave- that much was obvious. Or maybe I'd just tuned into that little voice in my mind that kept reminding me to look out for number one. The voice that had quite deviously taken advantage of the situation and mapped out a viable plan to get myself alone with Pilot Zero Two. You know, that same voice that made me go against my family's wishes and pilot a Gundam; the same voice that made me drink caffeinated tea and kill people. Yes, I was certainly living on the edge. I sighed to myself, muting the mike on my side as Duo hummed the tune `Ave Maria'. I knew I wasn't the manliest looking of the pilots. Wufei thought I was too weak to be a soldier, Trowa thought I was insane because of my Space Heart, Heero only saw my financial and leadership abilities and contributions to the team and Duo…. Duo thought I was a cute little rich kid. My problem? You don't make out with the cute little rich kid. Although, if I was a bit more honest with myself- and that devious little voice- I certainly wanted to do more than simply kiss with Duo Maxwell. I felt my cheeks burn as naughty thought filled my mind of Duo. Of me and Duo. Of me and Duo and a bed…. Well you get the point. There didn't necessarily have to be a bed involved. "- Q? Q-bean? Kitty-Quat? Q-man? QUATRE!" I blinked. "Yes?" Duo continued to rant at me. "If you don't use that deep boardroom voice soon I'm going to make my Gundam molest your Gundam and send the pictures to Une." I'm only slightly ashamed to admit that not-so-innocent pictures of Sandrock and Deathscythe in compromising positions filled my mind- as the words `deep boardroom voice' echoed in the background- before I remembered I had flicked off the mike earlier. I'm so blond sometimes, I scare myself. I tapped the button and cut off my friend's slow countdown. "If your Gundam touches mine in any way that expresses a devilish sexual intent, I will file charges on Sandrock's behalf." Duo's face popped up on the vid, an eyebrow quriked. He looked so…rugged and handsome like that….. "With who?" I had to think about that for a moment before giving him my most dignified look. "I'll tell Wufei." Not-quite-maniacal laughter assaulted my ears. Duo had no fear of the justice obsessed Chinese pilot and gained some sort of crude entertainment out of teasing him. I pouted. "I'll tell Heero." The laughter didn't stop. I sighed. I was trying to solve the matter with a bit of peaceful negotiating but now it was time to break out the big guns. "I'll tell Trowa." Complete and utter silence. "Dude…..that' s harsh." I couldn't stop a smug smile from crossing my face. Duo has this illogical fear of Trowa…..asking him why results in mumblings of carnies and small hands. And the silence. Silence unnerves Duo greatly. Silence like the one we were sharing right now. I pulled my thoughts back to my unusually quiet comrade, noting his solemn expression. He must have sensed my gaze or the unspoken question because the happy mask popped halfway into place. "Can you believe Heero's dead? It's...weird. I always thought he'd be the first to go because of his `The Mission Is Everything' attitude- but he's the Perfect Soldier. He can't die." I bit my lip at the swell of utter sadness that came from my companion. The bitter acceptance and the quaking fear that someone else he cared about would be next. Not that Duo knew I could feel all of that coming off of him. He likes to hide behind too bright smiles and off-beat humor to keep people from seeing he's not as shallow or simple as a puddle but deep and passionate like the ocean. "No matter what anyone else thinks- even Heero- he is only human. Mortal and emotional. Bright and shadowed at the same time." Duo blinked at me before rubbing the back of his neck. "Quat, man…..I don't know if they taught you this in manners school or not but you usually use the past tense to talk about the dead." Oh drats! Here comes the part where people start giving me the `Quatre's gone Kooo-coo' looks. Allah knows I've gotten used to them but it would be nice if someone didn't think I was a nutcase. "I don't think Heero is dead." Duo coughed. "He self-destructed. " I rolled my eyes. "I know Duo. I saw him self-destruct Wing. I felt it with my Space Heart…….but I haven't felt him fade from my being. He's still among the living." I swear, hand to Supreme Being, Duo gapped at me and looked amazing doing it. It's just not fair. "Q-man I know you think you've got some sort of …..funky feeling thing when people get close to you but nobody could possibly survive that." I glowered at him. "I'm not delusional or insane, Maxwell. If you want the clinical term I'm empathetic. I know what I feel, what others feel and I know Heero isn't dead." It was oddly disturbing to see Duo's violet eyes take on an almost calculating gleam as he studied me. "Empathy huh?" he challenged. "Okay, Quat, what am I feeling now?" I huffed at him. Of all the damn nerve! I took a deep claming breath before reaching for the braided pilot's emotional aura. I just hoped he would be ready for the answer and remembered that he had asked for it. "You're saddened, obviously, by the loss of a comrade. You're afraid for those you care about that are still living but you've already accepted, embraced that death is the driving force of life; especially yours and that of those around you." Duo snorted. "Logical assumptions. " I frowned. "Let me finish." He glared but complied. "You're surprised that I've hit so close to your actual feelings and you're….wary of me. Of me knowing that you're not anywhere near as happy as you like the world to think." My voice softened. "It terrifies you to think that someone else could feel how much you hurt on the inside- that someone else could know that a little boy cries silently under your sunny smiles." Duo swallowed suddenly and I felt very guilty for going as far as I did. Perhaps too far. "You felt all of that?" I nodded. "From the moment I first met you." Duo seemed to be digesting that as he nodded sharply at the screen and signed off. Yes, a lapse in sanity had definitely occurred.
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