Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next ❯ Batman Script ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Yeah, I don’t own them. ‘Tis a pity, that it is.

A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next

Chapter Four

Batman Script

It was the first time in Preventors’ history that Agent Night, also known as Duo Maxwell, had arrived at work without his customary braid. Instead, the auburn locks fell in nearly invisible waves from a high ponytail. The change in constants attracted quite a large amount of attention.

“Are you doing this on purpose, Maxwell?” Wufei asked with an exasperated sigh as yet another employee came over to their table at lunch, stared at Duo for a minute, and ran away again with a squeak, which was usually accompanied by a blush.

“Fei-chan, my character in the fundraiser has straight hair,” Duo pointed out with a grin, winking at the latest of his admirers and making her squeak extra loud before fleeing. “If I don’t start letting it straighten out now, it’ll never be ready in time. Can I really help it if I look drop-dead gorgeous with a pony-tail?”

“It does suit you,” Quatre agreed, turning to the man sitting on his left. “Don’t you think so, Heero?

Wing’s pilot glanced up at Duo before quickly turning away and busying himself with a stack of applications Une had wanted him to look over. “He looks fine.”

Grinning, Duo looked around the room and spotted a splash of red. “Hey, Shuuichi, Hiei, come on over here and sit with us.” He waited until the pair had seated themselves next to him and Trowa respectively. “So how was your first training day under Sergeant Monkey-face?”

Hiei smirked, the smaller man speaking. “Monkey-face? I was thinking that he looked like my brother-in-law.”

“You really shouldn’t be so cruel to Kazuma-kun, Hiei,” Shuuichi said with a laugh. “He wasn’t that ugly, even if he did sometimes resemble a baboon. So Duo, have you gone over the scrip yet? I wonder if Lady Une will allow us to make any changes.”

“She’d better,” Duo said, grabbing his copy from his back pocket and flipping open to a random page in the middle. “‘Jumping ogres, Kurama, they’re after us! I had better fly us to safety before they catch us so that we can continue the heist that we planned last week at the pub.’ It sounds like the lines in those old Batman shows. You know the ones. Every time Batman or Robin would land a hit on a villain, they’d flash a big ‘biff,’ ‘pow,’ or ‘bang’ across the screen.”

“At least you don’t have a long speech about the power of partnership and teamwork in the middle of a fight scene. It’s on page…” Shuuichi flipped to a page near the end of the script. “Page seventy-two.”

Watching the pair pick their lines apart, Heero felt a twinge of jealously against the redheaded boy. They had just met, but he and Duo were acting with more familiarity than he’d ever had with Duo. It was almost as though the two weren’t simply new acquaintances, but rather long lost soul mates. Hiei caught his eye before getting up from the table, silently asking Heero to follow. Once they had left the cafeteria and stood alone in the hallway, the short man turned around and met Heero’s eyes directly.

“What did you want?” Heero asked when Hiei failed to say.

“You’re concerned about your partner’s behavior around the fox,” Hiei said, leaning casually against the wall. Heero was cut off before he could object. “Don’t bother. I’ve dealt with people harder to read than you. Maxwell and Shuuichi, myself as well, share a common background, them especially. Where we grew up, you learn to recognize potential allies and friends immediately, and there’s little of the preamble that people here are so fond of, and that’s all there is to it. He’s not going to steal your beloved thief away from you.”

Hiei was gone before Heero could react, leaving him startled that the new agent had been able to read his intentions so easily and so quickly when he’d managed to hide them from even Quatre.

Heero didn’t see Duo again until he had stopped by the room used for costume fittings later that afternoon to ask Sally, who was helping out with the costumes, about a note she’d made on a trainee’s medical report. When he caught sight of the violet-eyed man, his eyes widened in awe. He was beautiful, a striking shadow next to the silver ray of light that was Shuuichi in his own costume. Standing together, the two looked nothing short of the balance of light and dark, good and evil. Hiei, once again leaning against a wall, seemed extremely amused about something in his partner’s attire.

“Now, you’re free to make alterations to the costumes, but, I’m talking to you especially Duo, they have to go along with the character description on the inside cover of your scripts,” Sally was telling them. “Now I did give you those contacts, right Mr. Minamino?”

“I have them,” Shuuichi said, nodding as he pulled off the silver wig, his red hair tied up underneath. It came loose with a shake of the head and spilled over his shoulders, where it contrasted greatly with the white tunic. With a sigh of relief, he turned to Duo. “Would you like to come to our apartment to fix those lines?”

Heero took his cue to get their attention. “It’s Duo’s night to make dinner. He’s not getting out of it.”

“Your apartment it is then,” Shuuichi said without missing a beat. “I’ll meet you in the front at five.”

The redhead and his partner had left before either pilot could protest the arrangements. After a moment, Duo’s face split into a grin. “That guy’s as good as I am, no, better than I am. Probably could take over the world before anyone noticed that he was up to something. Kind of reminds me of- Hey Wuffers!”

Seeking out the lady doctor again with a sigh, Heero left Duo alone for the time being. There wasn’t a chance that he’d get Duo to finish his verbal thought now.