Hijinks in Maths part2

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam boys and never will etc…

///Duos thoughts///

(((Imaginations thoughts)))

Duo blinked lazily, yawning, as the scratching noise grew louder. He stretched his arms, sitting back on the chair momentarily as a thought struck him. He slowly looked down, dragging the bag off his lap gingerly. And cringed.

/Oh. It was one of those dreams/

"Damn…uhh…toilet paper..."

He stood up and then realised he was still stuck inside a classroom that contained no toilets. Well, the potted plants wilting in the corner begged to differ, but jagged leaves didn't quite have the same effect as tissue. So back to square one. The scratching continued and Duo looked around irritated, pulling his jumper off and tying it around his waist tactfully.

"Where is that coming from?"

A small *pop* by the window caught his attention and Heero came into view, sliding the pane of glass up noiselessly. He skilfully crept in with an air of mystery and intrigue that was consequently ruined by the conveniently placed bin that caught his foot. He landed in an undignified heap at Duos feet with a loud thump, and wheezed half-heartedly through a curtain of dark hair.

"Ow…Heero to the rescue,"

Duo observed his proverbial, muttering, knight in shining armour cautiously.

"How did you know I was here?"

Heero picked himself off the floor, brushing a banana peel off his elbow.

"I waited."

"You waited? Why?"

His voice squeaked nervously. Heero regarded him seriously.

"I figured you'd finish your contemplation after half an hour."

A surge of blood started, making its way to Duos face.

"You waited half an hour for me?"

"Actually, I waited for about an hour."

Heero sat on the desk opposite Duo, nonchalantly swinging his legs. The blood rushed faster, working on a humiliating red hue at the base of Duos neck. Heero smiled, and the devastating blush bloomed on to our braided friends face.

"What were you contemplating anyway, if you don't mind me asking?"

Memories flooded back from hours previously and the surge of blood started again. Unfortunately, the face was occupied so it rerouted itself to a more irritating place where the phrase 'looking perky' was not what Duo had intended for that moment. He deftly sat down on the table, crossing his legs firmly.

"Moral values."

"Moral values?"

Duo nodded. "Yup, can't have enough of those."

The latter hesitated "I suppose so. Look I'm heading home now to finish my homework. And eat… Predominantly to eat… entirely to eat. Feel like joining me in a celebratory Christmas drink?"

Duo glanced at his watch.

"It's only four in the afternoon."

"It's hot chocolate."

"Oh. That's macho. But sure, yeah I'll go."

Heero grinned and jumped off the table lightly, making his way to the window.

"Hope you don't mind crawling through small gaps."

He looked surreptitiously down the street and pushed the glass up as far as it could go without tripping the alarm, and slid out the other side. Duo followed suit, keeping his jumper around his waist.

"D'you do this often?"

"You'd be surprised."

~*~*~ ½ hour later ~*~*~

The two teens walked up the drive to Heeros house, engaged in stimulating conversation that only teenagers find intelligible.

"So, um… woah! Ya, like no! … But totally, um… like, um… no… "

Sorry, I kid you. Excuse my use of hyperbole. No, this conversation was coherent and went more along the lines of:

"So you're Japanese. I could never place the accent."

"Well I moved here when I was eight. Parents found better jobs and nine years of living around Americans creates this hybrid you're hearing now."

"Your accent's not that bad."

Heero sent a sidelong glance in Duos direction "You lie beautifully."

The braided teen sniffed in feigned sadness "How could you insinuate something so harsh? I never lie. I merely manipulate vocabulary to fit a variation of a statement for my benefit."

"Yeah, lie."

The pair reached the back door, Heero leading the way through the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Ignore the mess, I still haven't gotten around to organising my walk-in dumpster into something supposedly resembling a room. But there's a couch somewhere under that pile of miscellaneous objects over there, so sit, make yourself at home and I'll get the drinks."

He dropped his bag on the floor and made his way across the floor, talking over his shoulder

"Put some music on too, if you want. Stereo's on the desk by the couch."

Duo nodded, leaving his bag in a corner and carefully moved towards the desk and picked up a handful of CDs from the expansive pile sprawled over the wooden surface. There was a lot, mainly mellow stuff, but the occasional odd one. He smiled in approval at the 'Alice in Chains' collection and thumbed through the remaining in his hand.

"Nirvana. Never would've thought of him as a Nirvana man."

He took the CD out, replacing the Tchaikovsky disc he found in the stereo with it and flicked it on. 'Heart shaped box' flooded the room as Heero reappeared carrying two oversized mugs of steaming hot chocolate topped with foam, and handed one to Duo. The latter accepted gratefully.

"You've an odd taste in music."

Heero flopped on to his bed, miraculously not spilling a single bit.

"Is it odd because you can't stick me to a certain genre or odd because you just don't like it?"

Duo shook his head, sipping the chocolate.

"No, I like what you have. It's more or less what I listen to. I just use odd as a compliment when…"

Duo trailed off as Heero licked smudged of foam off his fingers, concentrating on each fallen drop.

/Why does a tongue seem so appealing right now?/

Heero moved his attention to the rim of the mug.

/Why does that tongue seem so appealing right now?/

"When what?"

Duo snapped out of his trance

"What?"

Heero put the cup down

"You said you use it as a compliment when…"

The other shrugged, "Never mind"

The Japanese teen smirked in acknowledgement.

"It's a good album."

Duo laughed, shaking his head. "That is such a bad joke." [1]

/But at least he's not licking at the foam/ His expression froze in a sudden thought /It's not like I care about it though/

"I know, I apologise. So what're you up to over Christmas?"

Duo pulled a face.

"Studying maths, a bit more maths and then maths to finish it off. Maybe science. And I'm terrible at maths."

"I'll help you."

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

"You do know I've the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to maths."

Heero grinned mischievously, leaning forward.

"I'll have to devise a way of maintaining your focus."

Duo took in the grin and glint in the cobalt eyes apprehensively.

/Does he mean what I think he means?/

He decided to voice his thoughts with cunning intentions to fool Heero.

"Do you mean what I think you mean?" then mentally kicked himself /coulda done that better/

"Only if pornographic doodles running through equations were what you thought I meant."

Relief flooded over the braided teens being, like a refreshing tide over the burning Ents' bark. [Similes and I are so good together.] But he still felt a pang of unexplainable disappointment that every completely 100% straight teenage male feels when denied random sexual favours from very attractive youths of the same sex.

"Yeah, exactly what I was thinking." His confused mind supplied.

"It's settled then. I can start tomorrow and work until Christmas week and either leave it there or continue whenever you want."

He looked to Duo for an answer, his soulful gaze never leaving him. And of course, Duo being our smooth, cool-as-a-cucumber, I am The Man with capital Ts and Ms kind of guy, reacted in such a way that shamed even the most obsessive stalking teenyboppers.

He giggled. And not just any giggle or hearty chuckle. He dived right into the deep end of a shark with laser beams attached to their fricken heads infested pool with lead boots for a life jacket.

He twittered a shrill nervous giggle, blushed furiously and squirmed into an automated shy pose and chewed on his finger.

There was no redemption for him.

It didn't seem to faze Heero… did it?

He looked up cautiously from beneath his bangs after a nerve wracking 30 seconds. Heero bore humanity's' curiosity on his shoulders, a question already forming on his lips. Duo didn't even wait for it. He bolted from the sofa, haphazardly putting the mug on the desk.

"Gottagothanksforthedrinkbye!" and sped out the door and didn't stop until he reached a bench a block from Heeros house. He plopped on to the tarnished wood, holding his head in his hands.

/What's wrong with me? I've never done this before, why now?/

(I know why)

The braided teen shuddered. On top of everything else, it was back.

/What do you want?/

(Nothing)

Duo frowned at the ground. /I know that tone of voice and it never means nothing. So c'mon, spill/

His imagination snickered. (Or what? You'll beat it outta me? Hah! Go for it.)

Duo grinned a devilishly menacing grin and raised his clenched fist infront of his eyes. The voice tutted back.

(Won't work)

/Who said I'm beating it out of you?/

(…what then?) it ventured

The grin widened. /Oh you'll see, and there's no hiding from me/

~*~*~*~*~

His imagination considered the possibility of the devil sharing the same head as it. Duo had thought up some of the most sadistic methods of torturing his own imagination, without even using it to imagine them in the first place. Hysterical laughter danced around Duos head, and his imagination knew it only too well.

(So it is you)

Green eyes blinked malevolently as it bounded closer, a bundle grasped in its ambiguous hand.

'Shinigami at your service' it hissed. The latter squirmed uncomfortably. Well, would have if it had a body.

(Stop, just please stop. I give up; I surrender. Just stop him thinking!) It pleaded tearfully

Shinigami looked wistfully at the collection of Spice Girls CDs in his hand and shrugged.

'Not up to me, ask him yourself'

The imagination whimpered and crept forward (… Duo?)

Duos loud and cheerful voice answered. /Yup?/

(Sorry)

/Are you sure? No messing about or pulling pranks?/

His imagination dropped its metaphorical gaze.

(I swear! Just stop thinking of your grandparents… doing things!)

It heard Duos exaggerated 'hmm'ing echo.

/Weeell… I suppose so. Okay, I call a truce/

(Thank you) it gushed ecstatically

/Alright, what did you mean in the first place?/

(What? … Oh yeah, it's obvious why you're acting like a moron infront of Heero)

It waited patiently for Duo to process the information,

/Why?/

And then tried to hit itself with a fist it didn't have.

(Gah! You can be so dense at times. Listen carefully to my next few words. You, as in Duo, like, or are attracted to, the person you identify as - now are you ready for this part, brace yourself - )

/Get on with it!/

(Fine then. Heero. You like Heero.)

Duo paused /I know. He's my friend/

It growled in exasperation

(No, you don't just like him as a friend. You want him badly in so many other ways.) It huffed

/What d'you mean by those other ways?/ he asked suspiciously

It sighed wearily. (You do realise I'm your imagination. I take bits and bobs from the brain and work with it to create something, lets say - for arguments sake - an image of a certain blue-eyed, brown haired Japanese teen named Heero. And this is accurate because it's taken directly from your knowledge. Now, what happens next is your brain knows you want him, and when I go to create now images and daydreams, I get bombarded with scenarios of all those other ways you want Heero)

/What?!/

(On the kitchen table, on your school desk, chained up. My, you are quite the horny one.)

Duo flushed bright red. /That's a lie/

(Really. Why would I lie about it?)

Duo shrugged.

(Exactly. Just face it, you like boys, specifically Heero.)

Duo sat in silence, thinking of the facts just presented to him. He weighed up the pros and cons with careful deliberation. He considered the option that he might, infact be, a bit gay. But only a little bit. And then after an hour or so of catching he old steam trains of thought through his head, he came to the Earth shattering conclusion.

/I am completely and utterly gay/

His imagination cheered (Told ya!)

Duo nodded, a memory dawning on him in a horrific realisation.

/Heero/

(Ah, your embarrassing moment)

Duo cringed, rubbing his face slowly.

/I've to go to him for maths tuition tomorrow/

(Looky my dear boy. Ring him now and apologise for your behaviour, blame it on caffeine and lack of sleep. Then ask what time you're to be there for. It's all sorted.)

/I don't have his number/

(Stun him with your fantastic resources and look his name up in the phone book. It's what all those crazy kids are doing these days.)

Duo snorted /No need for sarcasm. Alright, I'll call him/

(Attaboy!)

/Shut up, or else…/

(I'm done)

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[1] For the non-Nirvana fans: Nevermind is the name of one of their albums. Pointless bit of info.