Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hijinks in Maths ❯ Hijinks in Maths 3 ( Chapter 3 )
Hijinks in Maths part 3
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys and never will etc…
///Duos thoughts///
(((imaginations thoughts)))
'Shinigami'
Duo took one last look in the mirror before grabbing his bag and running out the door. He slowed to a walk once he rounded the corner and walked briskly down the street, the cool breeze ruffling through his hair. This whole gay business wasn't that bad. I mean, there were the perks - well, of course there was always the perks- but they were the kind that made him happy that showering after PE was mandatory. Not that he was a pervert in any way, but soap was such a slippery object…
His thoughts floated to Heero. He lived less than ten minutes away and never knew him until a week ago because of that *incident*. But only good things can come from bad situations - at least that was the general theory. Maybe he would be more than friends with the Japanese youth. As if to illustrate, an image of Heero popped up in his mind and smiled seductively at him, crooking a finger. Duo grinned. So far it was looking good. Heeros smile turned into a pleading pout as he fumbled with his jeans, motioning for Duo to take them off. The braided teen was only too willing to comply. He moved forward, flexing his imaginary fingers for some imaginary fun, and reached for Heeros zipper. The latter shifted into a provocative pose, leaning in for a kiss as Duos eyes slid shut, his hand blindly seeking denim. His fingertips brushed over rough fabric and immediately grabbed a handful of… He paused. It felt like… straw? Duo stood back and stared at Heero in shock. It didn't usually go like this. Since when had he imagined him in a Hula skirt? Heero beamed vacantly and absentmindedly strummed the ukulele under his arm. He pranced stiffly to Duo, draping a bright pink wreath of flowers around his neck.
No, it had never gone like this. Insane laughter started from the depths of somewhere and eventually settled on a more tired chuckle.
(You like? It's something I've been working on. Mind you, I had to pull a few strings with the conscience department; they weren't too keen on the idea. They came aro-)
/What do you want?!/
His imagination tried to look affronted. (Me? I thought I'd try a different angle, bring a bit of colour into the daydreams.)
/But I don't want that. It was going nicely until you interrupted!/
His imagination sniffed haughtily. (You're just mad you didn't get his pants off.)
Duo growled. /No I'm not! Now go away before I get to Heeros, I've maths to learn and I don't want you bugging me, got it?/
There was a slight gap of silence. (Maths?)
Duo nodded. /Incase you've forgotten, He's going over everything that I couldn't do in the exam./
(He's going over everything, eh?) It snickered. The violet-eyed boy scowled in exasperation.
/Yes! You do remember my algebra, don't you?! All those bloody lovely simultaneous equations and tangents?!/
His imagination laughed in disbelief (Listen boy, the only simultaneous equations that you're interested in are the ones that add up to 69)
Duo blushed. /Who said that's true?/
(Ooh yeah, you want to get parallel with him!)
/Shut up/
(You want to find the volume of his spherical objects!)
/Stop it/
(You want-)
/If the next words I hear go along the lines of me wanting to do something mathematical in a completely different context with Heero, I'm calling Shinigami/
His imagination silenced. (I'm good)
/Just leave now, I really have to pay attention/
His imagination tried desperately to bite back the jokes, relying on the fact that if it didn't - It'd be stuck in Duos head with a psychotic presence that probably wouldn't go away, even if asked nicely. It realised it really didn't have the best deal as far as imaginations went. It had to put up with all the aggravation, not to mention sheer terror that it encountered in Duos head. The Imagination shuddered violently. And there had been all that business with the grandparents. Naked, SWEATY, wrinkled skin… flyingeverywhere. Duo was definitely going to pay - revenge was something best served cold. It never really understood why exactly it was best served cold, it'd make sense if it was ice cream because then there'd be a reason for it being cold. It sighed dejectedly. Thinking wasn't it's strong point, it preferred to leave all that to the crotch. They had a good life down there, albeit the nausea from the constant elevator effect. The imagination sighed again, suddenly becoming aware of burning green eyes watching it.
'You called?'
~*~*~*~*~
Duo arrived at Heeros house ten minutes early and knocked on the white door. He dug his hands into his pockets and jigged impatiently from foot to foot trying to keep warm. A middle-aged woman answered with a welcoming smile.
"You must be Duo, come in."
She stood back, shutting the door after him.
"I'm Mrs. Yuy, I've heard so many good things about you from Heero."
"Thank you." he replied in surprise. It wasn't often that people said nice things about him; they usually focused on the really horrific details that embarrassed the hell out of him. Mrs. Yuy took his jacket, hanging it over the radiator. She patted her dark hair out of her eyes and smiles again. She looked very much like Heero, even down to that piercing gaze.
"I'm afraid Heero's in the shower now, he's just back from swimming. But do go upstairs and make yourself at home, he should be done shortly."
Duo found himself beaming at her as he walked up the stairs. Such a nice woman. He made his way to Heeros room and sat on the bed waiting. The hum of the shower stopped soon after followed by muffled bumps and the door clicked open. Duo leaned sideways on the end of the bed, craning his neck to see properly down the hallway. Steam flooded from the bathroom and he caught a slight glimpse of skin. He frowned. Stupid door was blocking his way. He edged closer, managing to see bits of Heeros toned back as he leaned over the railings, shouting Japanese downstairs.
So close.
Not one to be put off by trivial obstacles such as doors and walls that blocked his view of a half naked, wet and steamy Heero Yuy, he squirmed over even further. A cream towel came into view and Duo grinned. There is a God. He cast his eyes upwards in afterthought.
/Would there be any chance of a God of sudden powerful gusts of wind?/
As if some divine, unexplainable force had heard him, a small gasp came from the landing and the towel slipped dangerously to the floor. Duo froze in the sudden realisation:
/Heero is all nekkid!/
With all his skills as a closet-case voyeur, he subtly peered around the small corner that blocked the heavenly view from him. Bronzed skin appeared inch by inch followed by muscled arms and a toned torso. And if he moved a little to the left, he could see everything. Duo thought long and hard about it, deciding he was a person full of morals and was in no way a pervert. Then again, it was his duty to look. What if Heero had a growth he wasn't aware of? It could be fatal if Duo didn't look; Heeros life was in his hands.
It was a strange conclusion, but a conclusion none-the-less. At least he didn't have to think long and hard anymore; he'd soon know. [1] He grinned again and tilted sideways, putting his hand out to steady himself… and kept going until he thumped on to the floor. He groaned in pain. At lest he landed on something relatively soft. He shifted slightly and a sharp pain jolted through his shoulder. Oh wait, that something relatively soft was his arm. Go figure. Heero appeared at the door clutching the towel and Duo eyed it with jealousy.
"Are you okay?"
He nodded, rolling over into a sitting position,
"Just peachy."
"Give me a minute to get changed and I'll be with you then."
"K."
The Japanese teen grabbed a pair of loose pyjama bottoms and went back into the bathroom. Duo pulled himself on to the bed carefully, stretching his arm over his head. At least it wasn't broken. He retrieved his bag, tugging his maths book out reluctantly and began to rethink the tuition. Sure, he was learning more and Heero was a whiz when it came to anything mathematical - but he was also a genius at making the smallest gesture completely arousing. Like his habit of sucking on the top of his pen when he was thinking, or when his tongue rested on his lower lip at a particularly difficult question. He was gorgeous… he was beautiful.
Heero walked into the room, flannel trousers riding low on his hips and sauntered up behind an impassive Duo who was at the desk and deep in thought. He placed his hand on Duos shoulder and reached for his t-shirt stuck in the corner between the desk and wall. Duo immediately snapped out of his trance only to be confronted with a very intimate view of Heeros chest, still with small beads of water clinging to him. His mind raced into overdrive as Heero shuffled to his bed, struggling to put the top on, muscles flexing with the movement.
/Shit! Not now./
He crossed his legs and stared intently at his maths book, it never occurred to him how interesting statistics was. Heero continued to parade around with the t-shirt stuck over his head and Duo groaned inwardly. Life wasn't fair. He glanced over his shoulder, instantly regretting it. Heero was looking so fuckable and it was taking all his willpower not to jump him. He gritted his teeth and bit down on his lip.
/Thinkmathsihatemathsalgebratrigonometrymathsteachernakedheeronakedbloo dymathsfuckitall/
His head started flooding with images and daydreams and he sighed. At least daydreaming wasn't as lethal. An imaginary Heero appeared, fumbling with a t-shirt and Duo frowned. Maybe this kind of thinking wasn't as safe either. Imaginary Heero flailed around and Duo shrugged. Well, it was all in his head, what did it matter. He projected a vision of himself into his mind and grinned as Heero declared defeat with his shirt, arms crossed in frustration. Duo crept towards him, hands running up his smooth stomach and he pulled the t-shirt off deftly. Cobalt orbs glinted from beneath the unruly mop of hair as Duo moved closer, his finger tracing Heeros jawline. His other hand slid around the slim hips, drawing the Japanese teen within centimetres of him. He rocked against the lithe body, holding Heeros chin between his fingers.
"Duo?"
"Hm?"
He began drifting reluctantly from his hazy thoughts.
"Duo?"
Heeros husky voice mumbled by his ear. Some frantic signal bleeped in the back of his head. He hadn't remembered Heero being that close. He returned to reality, focusing on a pair of curious Prussian eyes infront of his face. Duo panicked, reaching for the end of his braid only to realise his arm was wrapped around Heeros waist. His features drained of colour and he jumped back.
/Fuck, don't tell me- /
(Yup, it's real)
His eyes widened in fear as Heeros expression fell into one of pure shock. He dropped his gaze to the floor, cringing in embarrassment.
/What did you do?/
His imagination snickered evilly.
(It's called revenge, best served cold - so I hear. In your case it's an exception though, your cheeks are flaming, it's an inferno in here.)
Duo narrowed his eyes viciously at the voice. /Pity/ he hissed venomously.
"Duo - "
" - Sorry."
He pushed past Heero, jogging down the steps two at a time and grabbed his jacket on the way out. The door banged shut after him and he stormed off down the street. Cruel laughter bounced around his head.
/How did you do that?!/
'Sorry, couldn't resist it.' Another voice whispered.
/You got Shinigami to help you?! You bastard!/
(Hey, you left me no choice. I had to.)
/You've completely ruined things for me now!/
The imagination sighed sarcastically. (I fail to see the point.)
/I'm gonna get kicked outta maths AND have the school thinking I'm a bloody fag!/
(But you are)
Duos eye twitched uncontrollably. /You'd better disappear NOW before I get really pissed off./
(Or what?) It taunted, (I got Shinigami here, you can't do anything.)
/Really?/ He cracked his knuckles, /Shin?/
The dark figure bounded into his minds eye, green eyes piercing the gloom.
'Yes?'
/Keep it away from me with whatever you think is necessary./
The presence hesitated. 'Anything?'
Duo grinned his devils grin. /Oh yes, anything you can think of./
Shinigami smirked gleefully as he hauled the terrified imagination to the furthest corner of Duos mind.
'Pleasure doing business with you boss.'
~*~*~*~*~
*few days later*
"Duo! Someone's on the phone for you!"
His mother screeched over the Chilli Peppers bass line. Duo picked up the extension in his room, banging on the door to show he had the call.
"Hello?"
He shifted the phone, wedging it between his chin and shoulder.
"Hang on, I can't hear you."
He turned the volume down, "Okay, you can talk."
"Duo?"
Shit. Heero. He inhaled deeply.
"Yeah?"
"You left your stuff in my house."
Duo chewed on his finger nervously. "Yeah?"
"Do you want it back?"
"Yeah."
He heard Heero sigh in frustration. "Are you going to talk to me at all?"
Duo stared at his feet, answering in a small voice. "Yeah."
"Okay, good. Are you coming back for tuition?"
He twisted a loose strand of hair absentmindedly around his finger. "But - "
"No buts, I'm gonna teach you."
"Alright" he mumbled, "but can I - "
"Nope. I've nothing on this afternoon if you want to start at the usual time."
Duo smirked. /Nothing on, eh? …/
"Sure, I'll be there soon."
He almost heard Heero breaking into a broad smile on the other end of the line.
"Great, see you then."
He hung up leaving Duo with a dull buzz. The braided teen placed the phone back on the receiver quietly. Things could get awkward if he went back to Heeros, but he also needed to stay in pass level maths if he wanted to go to college. He threw on his boots, lacing them up quickly. His pride would have to suffer. He gathered his things together and pounded down the stairs.
"GoingtoHeerosformathsbebacksoonloveyabye!"
The door slammed shut.
"What was that dear?"
~*~*~*~*~
He couldn't concentrate. He tried, God knows he tried, but his thoughts were crammed with three things that refuse to go and clung tenaciously to his mind. Firstly, he couldn't stop thinking about his blunder with Heero. Every time he looked at him, memories danced infront of his eyes. To say the least, it was really annoying. And secondly, it didn't help that every time he looked at him, he wanted to partake in random acts of sexual whatnot with him. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably, attempting to take in what Heero was saying about trigonometry. Or was it differentiation?
Fuck. He lost track again. Oh well.
And then there was that damn question that plagued him for years. Who was the first person to discover milk could come from a cow? Did they just walk up to it and wonder what would happen if they squeezed those dangly things? And if so, was that experiment tried on people, let's say a man …
"Do you understand?"
Duo blinked. "What?"
Heero looked at him expectantly and gestured to a graph. So, they were studying statistics. Great.
"…em…"
Heero shook his head wearily, running his fingers through his messy hair.
"You've to try to pay attention."
"I know I know, I'm sorry."
He sat up straight, nodding enthusiastically. "Right, I'm focused. Let's go!"
"D'you want a drink? I'm getting thirsty from all the talking."
Duo slumped back on to the table, shoving the maths book away.
"Please, the numbers are killing me."
Heero raised an eyebrow. "What about the optimism and focus on maths?"
Duo snorted, burying his head in his hands. "I have a limited amount of interest to spread around and maths aint anywhere near the top of my list."
Heero stood up and rooted around the presses for cups.
"And what is at the top of your list?"
Duo froze, peeking cautiously behind him at Heero whose back was turned. Was he serious? A few days ago he nearly had his way with him, albeit unknowingly, and he wanted to know where Duos top interests and priorities lay. For a genius he was dense. Duo smile to himself. But he was really cute too. He blushed at the memory of the half naked teen guarded only by a flimsy towel; Heero was completely clueless as to how much he infatuated him. The mere sight of him drove the braided youth crazy. The object of his affection placed a cup of a tangy smelling liquid infront of him and sat down.
"So?"
Duo sipped the drink approvingly and glanced to Heero in puzzlement.
"So, what?"
"Top of your list?"
"Oh," he waved a hand dismissively, picking up the cup again, "World peace, you know the story. Okay, maths - "
Heero laughed in disbelief. "World peace?"
"I see nothing wrong with it, now can we please get back to - "
"You expect me to believe that of all the things that peak your interest, crusading for world peace is one of them?"
"Yeah, are you g - "
"Seriously?"
A cheeky grin played over his features and his eyes sparkled with mirth. Duo grabbed his book, hunching over it and began to read out loud.
"To find the average you add all the numbers together and divide by the amount - "
"What are you doing?"
Duo swung around haughtily. "Teaching myself because you won't. So that means 14 times 6 equals … 82 - "
" - 84"
Duo glared at him. "84. And divide that by the number of participants which is 9, gives me … 8."
"9.33"
Duo slapped his hand on the table irately.
"Did I ask you?!"
Heero shrugged innocently, saying nothing.
"… so I get 9.33 which is the average."
The Japanese teen grinned broadly. "Very good."
Duo scowled, "Don't start patronising me."
"I wouldn't dream of it. But you need to work on your multiplication and division."
"I'll have a calculator in the exam."
"What if the batteries run out?"
"I can do the little sums on the side of the page."
Heero stared into the violet eyes in amusement. "Really?" He leaned forward, smirking. "Let's do this orally first."
Duos eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
"15 by 3?"
Oh, that kind of oral.
"...emm… 47"
"45. 18 by 18?"
"…364"
"324. Come on, answer quicker. 19 by 3?"
"58"
"57. 8 by 14?"
"320."
"Way off. 112."
"What?! 8 by 40 is 320."
"I said 14 not 40."
"Oh."
"Good answer though. Let's take this down a notch, 9 by 9."
"72"
"81"
~*~*~*~*~
*five minutes later*
Duo chewed on the end of his pen, sticking his tongue out at Heero.
"I do believe this is called patronising Duo."
Heero smiled. "Nonsense. Now answer. 2 by 8?"
Duo glared at him, "16."
"Excellent! Now for the tough one." His smile increased a fraction, "2 by 6?"
Duo folded his arms and stared at Heero dryly. "90" he replied deliberately.
Heero chuckled. "If you're gonna play it that way. 1 by 2?"
The violet-eyed boy snorted. "That's the best you can do Yuy? Simple, 2."
He grinned slowly at Heeros reaction.
"Nope."
"What?!" he bristled angrily at the brown haired teen. "Tell me then, if you're such a fucking maser at this!"
Something glinted in Heeros eyes, his expression immediately slipping into an emotion Duo never saw before. He shoved his chair away, pushing a stunned Duo against that table and a sultry pout flickered over his tanned face. Duo instantly felt himself going hard as Heero straddled him, purring with pleasure as he rocked against Duos body. He leaned forward, nipping at the soft flesh on his neck.
"I'll tell you what it is…" he murmured seductively. He drew his tongue across Duos lip, his hand already sliding under the latters jumper as Duo moaned softly
"… It's a whole lot of fucking fun."
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[1] badumbum-tsh!!
Yeah, so that's it. I'm considering a follow up to this but it may not be around for a while because I've too much things to do and finish. ^_^