Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Life With Heero ❯ How *Not* to Paint a Kitchen ( Chapter 25 )
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By: Calic0cat 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.30.2003 | Updated On: 09.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 813 | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.30.2003 | Updated On: 09.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 813 | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
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Title: #25 How *Not* to Paint a Kitchen
Arc: Life With Heero
Author: Calic0cat
Story Completed: Jan. 29, 2003
Revised: May 9, 2005
Genre: Shonen Ai/Yaoi, Friendship Fic, Domestic, Drama
Pairing: None yet
Rated: FRT (Fan Rated suitable for Teenagers)
Warnings: Swearing
At my site http://www.calic0cat.net and at Mediaminer.org under Calic0cat. Anyone with archive permission for my other fics can help themselves; anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This story is. Nuff said.
Author's Notes: This is an open-ended arc focussing on Duo and Heero's lives together, starting about two years after Endless Waltz. The length of each story in the arc will vary, anywhere from ficlet to multi-part. Warnings, rating, genre, and POV will vary from story to story as well. The arc as a whole will probably never truly "end", but the smaller plot arcs within it will.
'Thinking'
"Speaking"
*** Time passing or scene change
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Duo couldn't help himself - he just *had* to laugh. He laughed so hard, in fact, that he ended up doubled up on the floor, clutching his ribs.
"Duo, it's *not* that funny," Heero growled under his breath. "Now stop laughing and help me!"
"Heero, the paint is supposed to go on the *wall*," Duo pointed out helpfully. "*Not* on you."
"Duo..."
'Oops. That tone means he's about had it,' Duo thought, hastily clambering to his feet and trying to bring the laughter down to just a snicker. It wasn't easy, though. How could he resist laughing at the sight of Heero Yuy, Mr. Perfectionist, Mr. Neat, covered in creamy yellow paint?
Standing at the far side of the kitchen, Heero was liberally splattered with paint from head to toe.
Mostly head, actually. Thick pale yellow paint dripped from his hair.
'Where's the damn camera when you need it?' Duo wondered. He didn't dare go looking for it. If it had been right there, he might - *might* - have survived taking a picture, but if he left Heero in that state much longer, his friend just might make good on those "omae o korosu" threats he'd issued years ago. Right now, Heero was still too concerned about dripping paint all over the unprotected part of the floor to move, but Duo didn't think that he'd better push his luck.
'Good thing we bought acrylic, not oil - that'd be a *major* pain to clean up...' What a mess. He'd only been out of the room for a few minutes to answer the phone. "What happened?" he asked, laying down more plastic to cover the floor from the back door to where Heero was. It would be far easier to rinse off the worst of the mess outside than to try and get him to either bathroom without spreading the paint all over the house.
Heero gave him a pointed glare. "*Someone* left their can of paint sitting on the top of the ladder."
Oh shit. He'd never even thought about the paint when he scrambled down and went dashing off to answer the phone. And just before the phone had started ringing, he'd cheerily informed Heero that he was done this area of ceiling and they could move the ladder and switch areas now...
"Err, oops?" Duo offered with a nervous laugh. He wasn't too sure that he liked that gleam in Heero's eyes...
"Oops?" Heero repeated, raising one - yellow - eyebrow. "Is that the best you can do?"
"Uh, sorry 'bout that?" he tried, backing across the room as Heero advanced along the newly-laid plastic.
"Oh, you're going to be sorry alright," Heero promised, pulling his hand out from behind his back to reveal a still partially-full can of paint.
'He wouldn't,' Duo thought disbelievingly. No way would Heero Yuy, Mr. Efficiency himself, make a big mess and waste nearly half a can of paint just for the sake of an amusing little bit of payback. Heero had changed a lot over the past few months, but not *that* much. Halting his retreat, Duo shook his head in denial. "You wouldn't..."
"Wanna bet?" Heero smirked as he tilted the container.
'Oh my *god*. He's really going to...' Duo just had time to be glad that his braid was safely coiled up under his ballcap before the contents of the can hit him solidly in the chest, splattering him from head to toe. Stunned, he gaped at Heero in disbelief.
"Now *that's* funny," Heero snickered, crossing his arms smugly.
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Title: #25 How *Not* to Paint a Kitchen
Arc: Life With Heero
Author: Calic0cat
Story Completed: Jan. 29, 2003
Revised: May 9, 2005
Genre: Shonen Ai/Yaoi, Friendship Fic, Domestic, Drama
Pairing: None yet
Rated: FRT (Fan Rated suitable for Teenagers)
Warnings: Swearing
At my site http://www.calic0cat.net and at Mediaminer.org under Calic0cat. Anyone with archive permission for my other fics can help themselves; anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This story is. Nuff said.
Author's Notes: This is an open-ended arc focussing on Duo and Heero's lives together, starting about two years after Endless Waltz. The length of each story in the arc will vary, anywhere from ficlet to multi-part. Warnings, rating, genre, and POV will vary from story to story as well. The arc as a whole will probably never truly "end", but the smaller plot arcs within it will.
'Thinking'
"Speaking"
*** Time passing or scene change
#################################################
Duo couldn't help himself - he just *had* to laugh. He laughed so hard, in fact, that he ended up doubled up on the floor, clutching his ribs.
"Duo, it's *not* that funny," Heero growled under his breath. "Now stop laughing and help me!"
"Heero, the paint is supposed to go on the *wall*," Duo pointed out helpfully. "*Not* on you."
"Duo..."
'Oops. That tone means he's about had it,' Duo thought, hastily clambering to his feet and trying to bring the laughter down to just a snicker. It wasn't easy, though. How could he resist laughing at the sight of Heero Yuy, Mr. Perfectionist, Mr. Neat, covered in creamy yellow paint?
Standing at the far side of the kitchen, Heero was liberally splattered with paint from head to toe.
Mostly head, actually. Thick pale yellow paint dripped from his hair.
'Where's the damn camera when you need it?' Duo wondered. He didn't dare go looking for it. If it had been right there, he might - *might* - have survived taking a picture, but if he left Heero in that state much longer, his friend just might make good on those "omae o korosu" threats he'd issued years ago. Right now, Heero was still too concerned about dripping paint all over the unprotected part of the floor to move, but Duo didn't think that he'd better push his luck.
'Good thing we bought acrylic, not oil - that'd be a *major* pain to clean up...' What a mess. He'd only been out of the room for a few minutes to answer the phone. "What happened?" he asked, laying down more plastic to cover the floor from the back door to where Heero was. It would be far easier to rinse off the worst of the mess outside than to try and get him to either bathroom without spreading the paint all over the house.
Heero gave him a pointed glare. "*Someone* left their can of paint sitting on the top of the ladder."
Oh shit. He'd never even thought about the paint when he scrambled down and went dashing off to answer the phone. And just before the phone had started ringing, he'd cheerily informed Heero that he was done this area of ceiling and they could move the ladder and switch areas now...
"Err, oops?" Duo offered with a nervous laugh. He wasn't too sure that he liked that gleam in Heero's eyes...
"Oops?" Heero repeated, raising one - yellow - eyebrow. "Is that the best you can do?"
"Uh, sorry 'bout that?" he tried, backing across the room as Heero advanced along the newly-laid plastic.
"Oh, you're going to be sorry alright," Heero promised, pulling his hand out from behind his back to reveal a still partially-full can of paint.
'He wouldn't,' Duo thought disbelievingly. No way would Heero Yuy, Mr. Efficiency himself, make a big mess and waste nearly half a can of paint just for the sake of an amusing little bit of payback. Heero had changed a lot over the past few months, but not *that* much. Halting his retreat, Duo shook his head in denial. "You wouldn't..."
"Wanna bet?" Heero smirked as he tilted the container.
'Oh my *god*. He's really going to...' Duo just had time to be glad that his braid was safely coiled up under his ballcap before the contents of the can hit him solidly in the chest, splattering him from head to toe. Stunned, he gaped at Heero in disbelief.
"Now *that's* funny," Heero snickered, crossing his arms smugly.
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