Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heero's Kisses ❯ Heero's Kisses ( One-Shot )

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Duo stepped into the shower and sighed as the warm water splashed onto his skin. "Ahh that's nice, now where's my shampoo." He said to himself, fumbling for the right bottle. He tipped it upside down and squeezed the bottle. Nothing came out.

"Awww, c'mon. Don't tell me I've run out again."

Duo looked around to see if there was another type of hair product he could use instead.

"Ah hah, found ya" he said and picked up a pink bottle. Duo tipped the bottle upside down, squeezed a blob into his hand and lathered it in his hair.

"This stuff reminds me of strawberries." He mused. "and Heero, must be Heero's shampoo. Mmmm, smells so nice."

Duo sniffed the air again and started to sing

I've been missing your strawberry kisses,

Coz nothing's as sweet, and the taste still drives me crazy

I've been wishing my strawberry kisses,

Will fly through the wind to you, from me.

Heero walked towards the bathroom. `What on earth was that noise.' He said out loud. He stopped outside the door.

From the bottom of my heart, boy, I gotta tell you this,

Since the day we've been apart, you're the only one I miss.

I'm like a tree with no roots; I just can't live without you, yeah-yeah.

Thought we were just a summer romance, nothing but a passing fling,

Seemed my heart had other plans, now I'm a puppet on a string.

Don't leave me dangling out there, boy, can't you tell how much I care?

Still see the sunlight in your hair, oh-oh.

Heero smirked. So that was what the noise was. Who knew that the baka would sing in the shower? Secretly he hoped that Duo was thinking about him when he sang that song. Heero was about to walk away from the door but then paused. Duo hated strawberries. What on earth would prompt him to sing that song?

I've been missing, wishing, missing your strawberry kisses,

I've been missing, wishing, missing your strawberry kisses.

There's no question at all, boy, your tops on the list,

I'm falling head over toes at the thought of your lips.

I know you're no Cyrano, can't write those pretty words to show me,

How you feel deep inside, but oh-oh...

Curious, Heero pressed his ear onto the door. He heard the shower being turned off. He heard Duo murmur his name and something else that he couldn't make out. Heero was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear walk towards the door. Heero stumbled forward and accidentally kissed the Deathscythe pilot.

`Mmm' thought Heero. `My shampoo does smell good.' His lips were still in contact with the other boy's. `But this is even better.'

A finger prodding him in the stomach interrupted his thoughts.

"Uh, Heero. You can't say you'll kill me this time right." Duo asked cautiously.

The shorter pilot looked up. "Kuso! I mean gomen Duo. I didn't mean to er…great… sorry bout that. No I'm not going to kill you. That was my fault." Heero turned and headed to his room, his face was bright red.

Duo touched the spot where Heero had kissed him. It still tingled, much to his surprise. `Is this a strawberry kiss?' he asked himself. Knowing that he was not going to get an answer he shrugged and walked back to his room singing happily, his long wet hair swaying behind him.

I know what I'll do, once I find you, you're gonna make me your girl,

You're gonna be mine, even if I gotta search this whole world.

Strawberry kisses, strawberry kisses, come on, baby, now,

Strawberry kisses, gonna make you mine, oh, oh, oh-oh

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