Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Emancipation ❯ Games ( Chapter 12 )

Emancipation

 

Thanatos-Aire

 

 

XII. Games.

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“Heero, this isn't funny.”

 

“Never said it was suppose to be.”

 

Duo laughs, the sound muffled slightly by the phone. But Trowa just sighs and argues back, “Heero, if you don't come here and let me adjust your back in the next five minutes…”

 

The light in the second bedroom turns on. “Do I havta get Fei to come over?” Duo threatens after I don't answer. The house phone fizzles a little before the light turns off again. I'd've thought they would have caught me sneaking off to hide once we got out of the tub, but…

 

“You promised you'd let me do it later,” Trowa continues, voice stern. Something crashes in the background and I pull my cellphone away from my ear for a moment as it feedbacks. “It's later now, so c'mere.”

 

Duo laughs some more. “You didn't really think he'd make it easy, did you?”

 

“I thought he'd be smart and not cause so much ruckus about it,” Trowa shoots back, the racket of clattering pots sounding behind him. I grin, knowing full well I'm only safe for another ten minutes at the most.

 

“Olly olly oxen free!” Duo shouts with a chuckle. “Hey, darlin' -- Marco!”

 

“Polo.” I reply into the phone and he laughs some more. He can't hear my voice from here, only through the phone so it won't give away my position. Not that I'm worried -- they haven't even checked the basement yet so I've still got plenty of time until—

 

There's a growl and a stomping noise and the smash of Trowa's receiver being hung up a little violently, and then Duo's voice comes over, “He's goin' down in the basement.”

 

“S'okay, I'm not there.”

 

“You want me to close the door behind him, lock `im in?”

 

I snort, “No, Duo, that's okay. He'll just get me back for it once he gets out so…”

 

The living room lights come on, shining in through the window beside the front door. By the shadows, I can tell he's even looking through the curtains outside. “You're not at Hil's, are you, darlin'?”

 

“I am where I am.”

 

“Ah, c'mon, Ro. You told me you weren't in the basement but you can't rule out Hil's house a whole gar'en away for me to walk to?”

 

Before I can answer, there's a muffled scuff and a curse, then a bang and Trowa's voice over Duo's receiver, “You go out the front and I'll get the back, and we'll check the roof at the same time, alright?”

 

I snort, “And leave the whole house empty for me to run and hide somewhere you already checked?”

 

Duo laughs again, repeating my words, “He got you there, Tro.”

 

My poor, harried Latin lover... He growls and the back door slams. Duo laughs some more, “I'm leavin' too, Ro, you got about thirty seconds to move if you're still inside.” The front door opens and the porch light fails to go off at the motion. But he's got a flashlight and I swear under my breath.

 

I thought I'd have at least five more minutes.

 

He checks the roof and casually walks back to the door with the light aimed at the bushes lining the house. I curse under my breath again and scuffle the phone a little to make it sound like I was running through the house to a new hiding place.

 

But he catches the sound and turns towards the tree that sits in front of the second bedroom's window. Aw fuck. So I give him the oldest trick in the book and toss a twig towards Hil's driveway. The soft clatter attracts his attention and he heads off for it.

 

No way I'm throwing the game now.

 

Of course, if Trowa's curses from the kitchen are any indication, they probably don't see it as a game. Which is fine with me… until I get caught anyway…

 

 

to be continued