Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Little Deaths among Friends ❯ Chapter 2

Author: Cyrrer aka Laren

Pairings: 1x2

Disclaimers: They don't belong to me - unfortunately. So don't sue.

Warnings: Yaoi, Com, AU, lime (at least at `ff . net')

Chapter: 2/3

Symmary: Heero has one mission in his life - to finish his studies as soon as possible. And nobody should keep him from focusing all his time and energy on this mission. Unfortunately his best friend has other plans for him.

A/N: Thanks for all your reviews. Looks like you want to read more of this little story. So, here it comes, the second chapter.

What I forgot to mention the last time, `little deaths among friend' is the first part of a kind of arc. So if you still like it at the end, I will go and translate the sequels too. It's just up to you how motivated I be to do the translating.

 

Oh yes, he would most definitely kill Quatre. Slowly and agonisingly. Heero was sure of that. While his thoughts were occupied with these unpleasant ideas he put all his attention to the man before him. And so he was aware that the other's gaze went from his top to bottom. A sparkling smile - that for sure went all the way around the head only hidden by the braid - lightened the face in front of him. “Oh, hello. Who are you? I'm Duo,” said this walking wet dream and put his hand towards Heero.

 

Wow, the smile went through Heero like a lightning bolt. He only could sat and stare at this beautiful vision of a man. The unusual eye colour of his counterpart attracted Heero's attention. Sparkling amethysts beamed at him with joy. Heero had always laughed at these romanticists who believed in love at first sight. But it seemed like he got proved that black was white.

 

In a way Heero was totally beside himself and didn't know what to do or how to react. But suddenly he heard Quatres voice. This freed him from his torpor. “This is Heero, my roommate. I have told you about him before. We have been sharing a room at the university for almost two and a half years now.”

 

Suddenly Heero was aware of the fact that for some moments he had been totally absent-minded and that it most probably wouldn't left the best impression if he kept on staring at Duo. Somehow he managed to activate a few brain cells and remembered how people behave during an introduction. Slowly he put his hands towards Duo.

 

But before he could greet him properly his counterpart pulled his own arm away. In less than a friction of a second the smile vanished from his face and the eyes didn't sparkle any more, now they glared in anger. After a short side glance towards Quatre he said with poignant sarcasm in his voice, “Quatre you now that I really like you. For such a rich fop you're amazingly nice and I think that you and Trowa match perfectly. But I think now we have way too much high society in our humble home. Is this some kind of new set of fashion in luxury-land? Is it the newest kink to personally experience how normal people live? Are there tours to book? Like: `Visit three poor for the price of one'? I could live without these kinds of guests. Just go back to your ivory tower and leave us alone,” while speaking these words he sat down at the table and started to scoop food on his plate.

 

Like paralysed Heero stared at his still outstretched arm. Just what had happened right now? He had no clue what could have caused this outburst. Fine, so he had been inattentive for some moments and he had stared at this Duo. But that was no excuse for this fit of rage. Above all, how dared Duo lump him together with high society? Heero was disappointed about that the most. He was able to recognize a lot prejudices in Duo's words and in a farcically way this hurt the most.

 

Heero was objected to prejudices from his fellow students almost every day, so he had no problems to identify them. And it amazed him that now he got attacked by the other side too. He frowned angrily.

 

In the corner of his eyes he could see how Trowa and Wufei exchanged some surprised looks. They seemed to be taken aback by the outburst of their roommate too. Then Heero sensed that Quatre was about to say something against the reproaches. But with a short gesture he hindered his friend to do so.

 

Whatever he wanted to say it was nothing to Duo. If one harboured prejudices he didn't deserve better than to be left in blur. “At least the people in the ivory tower knew how to treat a guest.” Heero couldn't help himself; he had to answer in a way.

 

“You're not my guest,” was the other's answer. Every kind of discussion was nipped in the bud because Duo started to shove huge amounts of food into his mouth.

 

Heero sat at the table quite tensed up. This was the reason why he hated to interact with people he didn't know. He had no clue how to deal with such situations. He would have been better off, if he never had accompanied Quatre. At least he didn't need to kill his best friend. For sure he never had meant to set him up with this fury. The only odd point was that Quatre had assured that both roommates of Trowa were nice persons. But maybe Quatre just hadn't wanted to scare him off.

 

An uncomfortable silence lay over the lunch table for some moments. The ticking sound of the wall clock was more than clearly to hear. Quatre and Trowa sat closely together and the blond looked kind of desperate.

 

But Wufei recovered quickly and tried to save the day. He started to chat about different kind of hand-to-hand-combat styles. Heero didn't want the others to feel uncomfortable because of him, so he joined the chat agile. Soon after that they all shared a quite exited discussion. Quatre had been right, at least Wufei and Trowa were some really nice guys.

 

The lunch went on somewhat comfortable. Duo had concentrated completely on the food, while the others were talking about the world and his brother. Heero was about to think of the former outburst as just a one timer.

 

But then they started to speak about the central-student-cafeteria. A few days ago word was spread that the contracts with the former operator had been cancelled. And the new contractor had announced quite some changes already including a fee rise. A lively discussion if this was correct or not started. And even Duo deigned to join the chat.

 

Heero knew the central-cafeteria quite well. Even though it didn't belong to his faculty. But as a student he was allowed to eat there. And as one of his jobs was just around the corner he `relished' the food of this cafeteria two times a week. “In my opinion it's high time that we get a new contractor there. The cafeteria is in an untenable state. If the food improves I don't mind to pay a bit more,” was Heero's opinion to this topic.

 

Sure as hell the braided man jumped on his words. “This is so typical for your kind. You don't know nothing but always plead for price rises. The market will adjust, won't it?” he snorted scornfully. “You don't give a damn about what this fee rise means for us common students - who don't have daddy's billions up on our sleeves. As long as the margins of the contractors are high enough.”

 

Quatre inhaled quite sharply. It looked like he wanted to reply to that, but Heero beat him to it. Usually he wasn't the type for moots. But there was something about this Maxwell that didn't allow him to stay silent. He had to shoot back. “It's not about margins, it's about improving the quality of the food. The grub there isn't eatable at all. And most probably not healthy too. I really like to pay a tiny bit more, if I don't have to fear sudden death while eating there.”

 

“Huh!“ snorted his combatant. „What do you know about it anyhow? Most probably you got fed with caviar and salmon any other day in ivory tower. Don't act as if you know about the quality of the cafeteria.”

 

“Just for your information, I was there just three days ago and the grub was barley eatable.”

 

“Huh, being on an adventure trip again? Or did your catering service just close because of wealthiness?”

 

Heero accepted the fact that he couldn't hold his place against these irrelevant arguments. So why try anyhow? It surely would just be the best if he stayed silent and didn't even try to speak with this guy.

 

Duo was an idiot and a clear proof that looks weren't everything. Such a beautiful outside and underneath such a moron. He hadn't seen that many uncalled prejudices and aggressions mixed in one person before. And even though the wasn't the best one to read the moods of other people he just knew that his brawl with Maxwell disturbed the others. It surely would be best if he kept his mouth shut. He really liked Trowa and Wufei, but he swore to himself that he only would meet them in case of Duo's absence.

 

Despite all the interruptions the lunch had reached it's end. During the last brawl Wufei must have left the room to fetch the dessert. “I tried a new recipe for Tiramisu. So take your fill,” said Wufei to break the silence. And all of them followed his lead.

 

After some minutes of feast Trowa said, “Mmmm this is delicious Wufei. You could prepare this more often.” And the others joined the hymn of praise.

 

Even Duo, who just fetched his forth fill. “Food is just the best. If only we wouldn't have to do the damn dishwashing. Whose turn is it today anyhow?”

 

Wufei pointed his spoon towards the braided man. “Yours, Maxwell.”

 

“What? Again me? This couldn't be. You must have gang up on me. I did the dishes just yesterday, I'm sure of it. Oh crap, why did this stupid dishwasher have to break down?”

 

Quatre, who was just kissing away some Tiramisu leftovers from Trowa's mouth stopped his deed and said, “I just can buy you a new one. No problem at all.” His blue eyes sparkled while saying that.

 

Heero tensed immediately. He knew in advance that this offer wouldn't get the approval of the others. And right on queue the idiot Maxwell started to prance. “This is also so typical for you spoiled luxury-gals. As soon as something is broken you just threw it away and buy something new. Without even thinking about it. Maybe it could be repaired. Thanks, but no thanks; we don't need the money of your Daddy to survive, Quatre. We can cope on our own just fine. And if you think you can buy our sympathy with such presents, you think wrong.”

 

Heero witnessed how Quatre jerked under this assault. Trowa embraced his friend. He was throwing daggers with his eyes at Duo and was about to defend Quatre. But Heero beat him to it. Yes, he had sworn to himself not to react on that idiot Maxwell again. But NOBODY was allowed to say something like that to Quatre. He would have loved to strangle this impertinent person.

 

“Maxwell this is ridiculous. Quatre only offered to buy this dishwasher because he likes all of you. Even though I can't understand how he could stand you. If you think that Quatre, one of the nicest persons on the whole earth needs to buy his friends you are completely nuts.”

 

The braided youth stared at him open mouthed. It seemed like he wanted to jump on Heero's words, but then the very angry looks on Trowa's and Wufei's faces stopped him. He abated his head for a moment. Then he looked up again, this time in Quatre's direction. “I'm so sorry Q-man. I didn't mean it this way. Please forgive me.”

 

Quatre didn't look so shell-shocked anymore and accepted the apology.

 

Duo stood up and started to pile up the dishes. “I'm going to wash it. Any chance, that one of you is going to help me?” he asked quite subdued.

 

Wufei looked up. Heero thought he read something like horror on his face. “In fact, Heero had offered to help before… but…” Wufei stopped in the middle of the sentence helplessly.

 

Duo stopped as if he was rooted on a spot. “What, our visitor form luxury-land has offered his help? I'll be damned. Has he ever seen a kitchen before? Does he even know what to use a cleaning rag for?”

 

Dear me! He had offered to do the dished. But he hadn't known that this would mean to work together with the idiot Maxwell. Did he want to do this? No! But he wouldn't withdraw the offer. If he did, this Maxwell would misinterpret it for sure. Would most likely say that Heero thought to high of himself to do this kind of work. No, he wouldn't back down.

 

Heero stood up too and took some of the dishes. While he walked past the astonished braided man he said, “For sure one could use it to gag certain people. Maybe this would stop them to talk rubbish.”

 

When he entered the kitchen Heero put the dishes down on the workspace and took one of the towels. Duo who had followed him on heel had to comment this, “This is so obvious. I knew you would choose the easier work. Just let the poor one gets the cracking hands.”

 

Heero threw one of his best deathglares towards Maxwell. “For sure. They fit pretty well to you. And after all I'm still your guest.”

 

Wufei entered the kitchen with the rest of the dishes. “No fights in my kitchen,” he reproved them both. And this seemed to avert a very angry reply from Duo. Grumblingly he went to the sink and let hot water run into it. With more noise than needed Maxwell pulled the dishes into the water and started to wash them.

 

Heero stood right beside his combatant. Funnily enough he recognized in that moment that Maxwell was a palm smaller than him and that his hair smelled quite deliciously like coconut.

 

For a while they just stood in this positions. Duo washing the dishes while producing a hell of a lot of noise. Anger nurtured his verve as he dashed the washed pieces onto the working plate. Heero just took them, wiped off the water and put them away into the cupboards. None of them spoke a word. They were truly concentrated on their tasks at hand.

 

Duo grumbled a bit, but Heero couldn't make a coherent word out of it. And while they worked all the anger and rage between them started to increase in a spiral of violence. The tension builds up more and more and Heero was asking himself when the big outburst was going to happen and how many dishes would die during the fight.

 

After some minutes of uncomfortably working Heero grasped one of the cups. But when he wanted to dry it he saw that a there was a spot inside. “It's still dirty,” he accused the braided man.

 

Duo looked up from the sink disgustingly. Due to the steam his face was flushed and some strands of his hair had left the braid. The picture was quite breathtaking. “What do you mean by `still dirty'?” he asked harshly.

 

“Still dirty as in `not clean yet'. You didn't wash it correctly.”

 

If looks could kill Heero would have been dead. “This couldn't be. You just have to dry a bit harder.”

 

“I'm not about to do such a thing. You didn't wash it correctly. Here,” he showed the offending cup to Duo. “It's your responsibility so do it again.”

 

“Pff, what do you know anyhow?” was the answer he got. Nevertheless the braided youth reached out to take the cup.

 

Maxwell reached out, without looking at the cup. And so he missed his target. Instead of the dish, he touched Heero's hand. A lightning bolt went through Heero. Almost terrified he let go of the cup. Just like in slow motion he could see it sink into the water. Duo's hand was still touching his. And again Heero became aware of the fact how gorgeous his combatant was. This Maxwell was an idiot, but in this moment it wasn't Heero's brain that was in charge.

 

Without really wanting it, but also without the chance to stop it, Heero's hand closed around Duo's and he pulled his counterpart close. With the other hand he touched Duo's flushed cheek. He bent down for a kiss. For sure this Maxwell would cry blue murder but Heero didn't care a pap for it at this moment. `He'll kill me for this - but the heck with it!' Heero thought as his lips touched Duo's.