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"Birds Of A Feather" Written By: Stone Angel
Disclaimer: I WISH I was making money off this.
And I wish I owned the characters. But, sadly, they're just my playthings
and other people who are richer and happier than I can claim otherwise. Rating: R Warnings: TWT, shounen ai, sap, fluff, occaisional
silliness, humor, angst, blood, violence, language, kinda super natural. Pairings: 1x2 Authors Notes: It's Super Natural in a really wierd way(that isn't even a good way to describe it), *NOT* SCI-FI, *NOT* DARK in the least, and it's something that I'm sure many of us have thought of at one time or another but I've never read anything about it so I'm changing that. Hmph. Archive: Steal it or any parts of it and I WILL
kill you. I’m not kidding, I’ve seen me do it I hope you like it. ^_^ Spoilers: Yeah, a few. Unfortunately, they are from several episodes from all over the the series(including the Episode Zero manga) so listing them all would be pointless. And they are things that I think everyone knows already. But, to cover my own ass, if you have not seen the show, don't read. Also, why would you be here? 0_o
THANKS TO... KOHAKU!!! (glomps!), who helped me work out a few things with the fic. You rock!
"Birds Of A Feather"
CHAPTER 2: A glance at his laptop ruined his hope of having a new
message. It was blank. "No news... No word from Dr. J... No missions..."
He said softly to himself. "And I call myself a soldier. K’so."
Standing, he stumbled out of bed to the bathroom to brush his teeth
before he Folded, dressed, and headed downstairs to find some breakfast. He found Duo sitting at the table with a newspaper and
a half-empty cup of coffee. The braided boy turned to him and grinned. "G’morning." "’hayo." Heero muttered as he walked
past and got a glass of water, downing it. "Want some coffee?" The other boy asked cheerfully. "No. Just like every other morning you’ve
asked me that." He said and refilled the glass. Duo was silent behind him and he sighed to himself as
he heard the newspaper rustle. ‘All right, that was exceptionally rude. Why is
it that everything I say comes out to sound worse than I meant it
when I talk to him?’ He wondered and drank the water quickly.
Duo was not the only person that gave Heero that problem.
It seemed like he couldn’t say anything to anyone without it
sounding harsh. It had been that way for years. He had begun acting
that way and speaking rudely as a child to keep people away and it
had slowly become his nature. So much so, that even when he wanted
to try to say something friendly, or even neutral, he usually ended
up saying something cold. It seemed that everything he said was anything
but what he intended unless he spent time thinking about how others
would perceive it before he said it. He was, basically, clumsy, when
it came to talking to others. But Duo gave him the problem the worst.
‘It’s because I like him.’ He thought.
‘God, what a problem.’ He sneaked a glance over his shoulder. Duo was pretending to be very interested in an article
about the side effects of DNA-manipulated produce. ‘He’s a nice guy. I’m TRYING to be friendly.
But I could try harder.’ Heero looked up and tried to think of
something to say and a way to say it that didn’t make him sound
like too much of a bastard. "So when did you get the paper?" "Oh, I went for a walk this morning. I woke up
early, and I was kinda curious about the news, so I went to the town
and got it." "The town." Heero repeated. The town was a gas station, a grocery store and a handful
of local businesses. Not even on the map. Which was why they were
there. He paused again before clearing his throat. "Anything
in said news?" "...No." Duo sounded just as disappointed
as Heero felt at that. ‘Neither of us wants to be sitting here. Well,
that’s comforting.’ "Hn." He opened the fridge
and took out some lettuce, breaking it up and throwing it onto a plate
with a little dressing, grabbing some chopsticks and sitting at the
table across from Duo. Duo glanced at him before returning his eyes to the
paper and keeping them there. Heero swore Duo was just reading the same line over
and over. ‘Something’s on his mind. Can’t be good.’
He ate his salad as quickly as possible and stood and washed the dish
before jogging up the stairs to his room. Once there, he stretched
his back a little and sat down at his desk to type a report to Dr.
J. Firing up his composer program, he sighed. ‘Typing
a report is senseless if there’s nothing TO report.’ Even so, he sent a short encrypted message stating that
he was fine and awaiting orders. Duo would probably send a similar message to Professor
G, later on the house computer. Closing his computer to set the password, he bent to
pick up his sneakers and his eyes caught sight of a feather under
the bed. Picking up his shoes in one hand, he walked over and removed
the feather from the carpet. Frowning at it, he carried it to the
bathroom and threw it into the empty trash bin. ‘I’ll burn
it later.’ Returning to the bed, he quickly put on his sneakers
and headed out, jogging down the stairs. Duo turned to see him from where he was looking out
the window. When he noticed that Heero was heading for the door, he
spoke. "Where ya goin’?" "Market. We’re out of coffee." "You don’t drink coffee." "No, but you do and yesterday you only had a day’s
worth left. You made some this morning, therefore, there is none left.
I also want to buy some other things." "Oh." Duo grinned. "Thanks. Hey, let
me go with you." "No." Heero said sternly as he opened the
door then froze. ‘Shit.’ He looked behind him at the other
pilot. Duo looked hurt, watching Heero with wide eyes, a small
frown on his brow. ‘What do I say?!’ "We might get word
that we have a mission while we are out. It would be better if one
of us was here just in case." ‘Bravo.’ "Well, we won’t be gone for long, right? And
besides, we haven’t heard anything in a week. I’m sure nothing
will happen in the next hour. And this way we each only have to carry
half the bags." He said cheerfully. Heero closed his eyes and stepped out. "Hn." "Cool!" Duo closed the door and strode up
next to him. "So I’m cooking dinner tonight. What do you
want?" Heero just shrugged and walked a little faster. "Wait! It really doesn’t matter to me what
I cook, as long as it’s not too complicated. I can’t cook
anything too complex without burning it but if it’s simple I
should be okay, so anything you_" "I don’t CARE!" Heero responded agitatedly,
annoyed by the other pilot’s babble, his left eyebrow twitching
slightly. Duo stopped walking and Heero did the same after a few
paces and sighed, closing his eyes and not turning to face his companion. "I didn’t mean to snap at you. …You talk
too much. …I meant that anything you cook is fine." "...Oh..." Duo said softly. "Okay. I
guess I’ll just decide when we get there and see what they have." "Whatever." Heero started walking again and
Duo followed-suit, catching up to his side. ‘This is going to
be an exceptionally tense walk, I can already tell. At least there
aren’t any birds around. That’s something, right?’
He breathed in the fresh Earth air and peeked an eye open to look
over at Duo. The braided boy had his hands behind his head, which
was leaned back, and he was smiling as he basked in the real sunlight. Heero smiled slightly to himself but immediately dropped
it and closed his eye when Duo was about to grin at him. Duo made a soft sigh and Heero felt bad for a second
before crushing the emotion. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Heero ignored everything
but the sound of the grass under their feet. * * * Duo placed a carton of milk in his basket and glanced
over at Heero as he examined a few peaches before tossing them into
a bag and placing them into his own basket. Duo walked over to the
meats and tried to decide what would be a good choice for that night.
His hand drifted towards the chicken to check the date. "No." He startled and looked over at Heero who was placing
a loaf of bread in his basket. "Huh?" "No. I don’t eat chicken." Duo blinked. "Oh. Okay. What about beef then?" Heero shrugged and walked off to the front of the store.
"Whatever." Duo watched him go for a few seconds before shaking
himself out of his thoughts and shoving a package of beef into his
basket. He hurried to catch up to Heero who had reached the only checker. They both paid for their items and bagged them and headed
out. They walked in silence for some painfully long moments before
Duo spoke. "So you don’t eat chicken?" "Iye." Heero didn’t so much as blink. "Why not? I mean, I’ve heard of some strange
diets people keep, but the no-chicken diet is a new one on me." "I don’t like it." He said flatly. "Well, I guess that makes more sense. I thought
that it was like how some people don’t eat red meat." "Iye." Duo sighed. "You sure have a knack for making your
sentences as short as possible. "Hn." "Was that a joke?" Heero stopped walking before turning intense blue eyes on Duo, making eye contact with him for the first time since they had been in the store. "Everyone depends too much on the spoken word. Which I find strange. Humans could have just as easily evolved using hand signals to communicate. But instead, they chose the spoken word and everyone depends on it so much that even those who cannot hear the spoken word have to learn to SEE it. However, the spoken word has its downfalls. Speech is
slow and clumsy. One can try to say one thing and end up saying something
completely different. So why does everyone use it?" He waited
for Duo to answer. The braided pilot was far too stunned by the speech
to answer so he merely shrugged. Heero nodded and smirked just slightly. "Good answer."
He began walking again. Duo watched him go with wide eyes. ‘That’s
the most I’ve ever heard him say all at once. Ironically, all
that talk was about how he hates to talk. Strange guy.’ He jogged
to catch up and when he did he looked over at Heero who, naturally,
acted like Duo wasn’t there. "Why do I get this really annoying
feeling that there’s more to you than meets the eye?" "Because you’re not as dumb as you seem."
Heero replied and Duo glared at him, though Heero didn’t see
it as he wasn’t looking at him. "I’m going to blame that remark on the clumsiness
of speech you were just talking about and leave it at that." "Go ahead." Duo blew a puff of air up into his bangs and let himself
become quiet. He then smirked slightly as he realized that that could
mean two things. That Heero didn’t care if he blamed it on that
because it had been an intentionally rude remark, or that he wanted
him to blame it on that because it had NOT been intended to sound
that way. ‘What words he does use, he chooses well.’ Duo
thought. ‘Except for the rudeness.’ They both walked in silence for a few moments until
a gull flew down and landed on Heero’s shoulder. Duo stopped and stared at it. Heero stopped walking and closed his eyes as his hands
fisted around the handles of his bags and his whole body shook with
rage. His face slowly formed one of the most pissed-off expressions
Duo had ever seen and something that sounded almost like a growl came
from his throat. He spun to his side and swung the bags in the hand
opposite the gull right at it. "Chikushoume!!! Kutabare!!!"
The bird took off and cleared Heero’s shoulder
a split second before the bag would have hit it. It flew away, voicing
its affront. Duo stared at the pilot who was still shaking with rage
but seeming to cool down slightly. "Wow. I couldn’t get
a bird to do that if I tried for the rest of my life. Um… Heero,
why do you hate birds so much?" Heero was still shaking as he ground out his answer
between his teeth. "Because they think that they can just fly
away whenever they want." Duo frowned slightly as he tried to make sense of that
answer. "Because they have wings." He supplied. Heero was silent and he began walking towards the safe
house again, still looking very angry. Duo followed him. ‘Definitely more than meets the
eye.’ * * * Back to
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