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"Waiting for Shinigami"Written By: Dragonmistress_7 Disclaimer: I do not own them with a fox, I do
not own them in abox. I do not own them on Tuesday, I borrow them
so we can play. Ido not own Gundam Wing, don't sue me, I don't own
anything! Rating: Eventually, NC-17, for now, like, G? Warnings: OOC, Eventual lemon (1x2)temporarily
POV Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: The war is finished and time has passed. Heero is sent to find Duo and try to convince him to join Preventer but somewhere along the way feelings change Notes: Kind of strange fic that wouldn't leave
me alone. I don'tthink it will be too long. Not my normal stuff, but
a good start, Ihope. Will set up shrines to all who give feedback.
(winces) soften
Waiting for Shinigami
Chapter 7 Heero didn't understand why women kept coming up and talking to him, but he had driving them away down to an art. "Hi there. What are you doing?" a young woman asked. Her friend hovered nearby, hoping to get noticed. His face serious and earnest, he regarded the two women. "I'm waiting for Death." Though he needed at least two more drinks before he got there. He'd never been so nervous in his life. "Excuse me?" the friend said, incredulous. "I'm waiting for Shinigami," he replied. "Do you know something we don't?" the first woman asked in alarmed confusion. Despite his nerves, Heero managed his first smile since his arrival. "I guarantee it. Will you help me watch for him? He has long brown hair he wears in a braid, and incredible violet eyes. He'll probably be wearing black," "Uh, sure thing," the girl said, gripping her friend's arm and dragging her away quickly. Heero went back to his drink, wondering if Duo would come. Every woman in the bar, and a few of the men, would know him when they saw him, so all Heero had to do was wait for Duo to come to him. "Oi, Shinigami! There's a guy waiting for you at the bar," he heard someone say. Several other, similar greetings were called out to Duo before he spotted Heero and plopped down on the stool beside him. He ordered a drink before turning to ask, "What was that all about?" Heero shrugged. "People tend to leave you alone when you tell them you are waiting for the god of death," "But providing a physical description? Are they that persistent?" Duo asked. "I didn't want you to have any excuse for not finding me," "So I found you. Now what?" Duo's voice betrayed his own nervousness, and he bit his lower lip as he regarded Heero. Heero was careful to keep his voice and body language neutral. "Whatever you want. Drinks are on me." "You look dry to me," Duo commented, giving just a hint of a smile. "Shows what you know. This is my third," Heero replied, smiling back. "Heero, is this a date?" Duo blurted it before he even realized he was going to. Heero felt like a weight had been lifted, a taboo broken. He wasn't nervous anymore. Duo could have sworn that was amusement in Heero's face when he said, "Don't ask me." He took a long swallow of his drink. "I was just sitting here, waiting for Shinigami. You came to me," In his uncertainty, Duo reverted back to humor. "But you are buying me drinks in an attempt to get in my pants?" Heero finished his drink before answering. "That's the idea, anyway." Duo wasn't sure he'd expected Heero to be that direct, and it kind of threw him for a loop. "Just trying to make sure I understand the situation," he said weakly. Seeing his distress, Heero merely said, "C'mon, let's go to dinner. What are you in the mood for?" "Seafood," Duo decided, back on track again. Food he could handle. "Sounds good," Heero agreed. "I know a great place. It's a bit of a drive, but it's worth it." It was late when they arrived back at Heero's apartment. Duo had enjoyed the evening, especially the company, thoroughly. This was the Heero he had seen beneath the surface. The warm, funny person he had…what? Fallen for? Lusted after? No, somewhere in between he decided. More than sex and less than love, some hybrid emotion was what he'd felt for the Perfect Soldier. This imperfect being before him, though, was something else. That had been a fantasy, an illusion, a shade of what could be in what was not. This was a real, tangible, living, breathing human being who amazed and amused him. Duo silently told himself to stop comparing the Perfect Soldier to this new Heero. The former would never, could never, measure up. Heero gripped his hand gently at the entrance to the hallway. "Come to lunch with me tomorrow?" Silently, Duo nodded. He wasn't sure what was going on, but there was only one way to find out. Besides, he really wanted to. Hadn't Heero told him to do only things he really wanted to do? Speaking of which…He quickly leaned forward and kissed Heero's cheek. "Thank you for tonight," Anything for you, Duo, Heero thought to himself. He forced himself to release Duo's hand and headed for his room. Right before going into the guest room, Duo turned to regard his host. "You're not the soldier I remember," he stated. Heero had said it before, but he hadn't acknowledged it at the time. He was doing so now. Heero stopped and looked at him as well. He wasn't sure if that was supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing. "No, I'm not," he agreed softly. Duo nodded. "I'll meet you outside Preventers at 12:30. Don't worry about Lady Une. If I see her, I promise to be nice." ~ * ~ |
