Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Call Me ❯ One-Shot

Author: Ryuen Nakashima

Pairings: implied 5x2, 5x4 and 3x4

Archived: Not yet. None of my fics have a real home yet *sniff*

Setting: I dunno… in the lounge?

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: British spelling/phraseology, humour, stupidity, TWT

Disclaimer: Nothing GW related is mine. This story is. Nuff said.

Call Me

Heero blinked as the phone rang across the room. With his laptop set up the way it was, it wasn't exactly easy for him to answer.

"Duo," he shouted over his shoulder. "Will you get that? My hands are tied."

He braided boy bounced into the room. "Sure thing, buddy!" he replied cheerfully, ruffling Heero's hair as he walked past, leaving the Japanese pilot's tresses even more ridiculously messy than usual.

"Yellow," Duo said as he picked up the receiver. "Oh hey, Quat!" he continued happily, dropping down onto the sofa opposite Heero on his laptop. "*So* didja do it? … Pretty great, huh? I'm never wrong about these things. I knew you'd like it."

Heero's gaze fell back to his laptop and his Preventers' mission report he was working on, seemingly oblivious to the telephone conversation across the room.

"Did you take my advice about the bed?" Duo asked curiously. "What for? You're askin' me what for? Comfort, ya little idiot! It's the best place for it. Then I guess not everybody's into conventional environments."

The Japanese pilot's ears pricked up and he glanced across at Duo. The compilation of words and the tone of voice suggested… no, even Duo wouldn't be talking so loudly and blatantly about something so intimate. Would he?

"I know, I know, he's incredible," the braided boy continued. "So me and Wufei aren't that close but he knows exactly what I like."

*That* got Heero's attention. The laptop went unnoticed for a few moments as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing.

"No, I mean it. Every last little detail… what? Oh yeah, o' course I liked that, that's always good. Very powerful."

Heero stared. This couldn't possibly be what he thought it was.

"There was such a great pace to the whole thing too… yeah, you're right; energetic and vigorous at all the right times. *Very* intense."

The Japanese pilot rubbed his forehead in confusion. Definitely not his imagination anymore.

"Oh yeah, I liked all of it. And I know it's way predictable but the climax was the best bit. I mean it was drawn out but that took nothing away from the impact, right?"

Heero made a mental jump about three feet into the air.

"What about you? … You're *kidding*! So it was different with Trowa? … I'd never have put you down for something like that."

Heero frowned. `What was Trowa doing with… wait, so I'm the *only* one left out of this? Not that I'm into that sort of thing… but still…'

"Whadda ya mean it took you half an hour to finish the last bit?" Duo laughed. "I guess you wanted to make sure you got it right, you little perfectionist!"

The Japanese boy closed his laptop and gave his full attention to the conversation.

Duo laughed and continued. "Maybe we should all get together… Heero? No, I don't think it's his style. It's too complicated, he's a very straightforward guy. Too many ins and outs to the whole thing."

`Why wouldn't I like ins and outs?' Heero wondered somewhat petulantly.

"You're very possessive, Quat," the braided boy chuckled. "No… no, not opinions, what? …oh right, I guess I do like to with you, yeah. I'd like to see Trowa though, sounds very stimulating. But it's no good if all the dialogue's one-sided… no, Wufei doesn't have a problem with that, he's very vocal."

Heero raised an eyebrow. `How could anyone not be vocal? I am. But maybe I don't know as much about this as I think I do.'

"He usually likes food though," Duo went on, much to Heero's surprise. "Yeah, sandwiches."

`Sandwiches?'

"Not too Chinese, huh? Then I guess the whole thing isn't very in keeping with his heritage. The length of it as well, I mean *wow*."

Heero's eyes widened enormously, `I'm not sure how much more of this I should be listening to.'

"Stands to reason that it'd be thick too, right?" Duo added nonchalantly. "…Really? I think I know what you mean though, I'm surprised I even had room for it… What do you mean, it's nice even to look at?"

"Aaah!" Heero yelped, jumping up out of his seat and throwing his hands over his ears. "Alright, I'm going!"

Duo stopped talking and looked up at his with a raised eyebrow. "Um… Heero? Somethin' wrong?"

"No… no there's- wait, yes there is," he decided on. "Can't you have a little dignity about yourself? How can you go on like this with me in the room? And Quatre? I had no idea he was so… crude."

"Well, Heero… geez I didn't think you'd be-"

Heero held up a silencing hand. "I'm sorry, I just am. This is just too weird, I'm sorry," he added, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

Duo stared after him for a few minutes before going back to the phone. "Sorry about that, Quat. Heero must've eaten something weird or sumthin', I dunno. So you really did enjoy the book then? Well that's cool. Oh and if you catch Trowa before I do, let him know I can see him about it too. Yeah, a group discussion sounds fun. We never do stuff together. Okay, see ya then, bye!"

He replaced the receiver and shook his head as he looked at the door Heero had left through. "Man," he said to himself, "what *is* that guy's problem these days?"

~end~