Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Long Time To Cry ❯ 95808000 Seconds ( Chapter 6 )

This one's for Cath Nye. ^_^ No worries about 1XR… **shudder** because… well… yeah. This is me. **Slightly crazed look** I will not tolerate straightness in my pretty G-Boys! NEEVVERRR!!! Ehehe… Ok, as a sidenote… just cos maybe people would read this, and I always have something to tell the world… I have a new quote that I like. **preens** it is: "If you think war is the answer, you are asking the wrong question."

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A knock on the door made both of the boys jump.

While Duo scrambled back under the seat, Heero tried to rearrange his clothing. He'd rather the mystery person not wonder about his personal habits, thank you very much.

"Yes?" He tried to sound imperious and irritable, but it was difficult. Especially with Duo, having nothing better to do, tickling the bottoms of his feet.

"Our flight has been delayed, sir. We're sorry for interrupting you. Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable? We're estimating that it will be about three hours before the plane can land. There are a few problems in the airport, and we've been scheduled to land later than we thought we had."

"Just ask her to go away!" Duo hissed, hoping only Heero could hear him… The flight attendant had not, after all, opened the door yet. Perhaps she was afraid of Heero… and with good reason, too. Had she actually disturbed his nap, she would have been subjected to the evil death glare that even made Duo nervous.

Heero seemed to be considering doing just that - asking her to go away, that is; glaring at her through the door would be a bit pointless - when Duo's stomach made a plea of it's own.

Crwawawawarrrrgggg…*

"On second thought… could you get us some lunch?" Duo whispered up hopefully, prodding Heero's foot.

Heero nodded, and yelled in the general direction of the door, "Get me some lunch!" It was fun playing the spoiled rich-boy. People were remarkably obedient… Heero reflected that killing Releena would change that. Not too many people willingly assisted a convicted murderer. That was, of course, if they were caught.

Heero rather doubted that they would be.

There were no further comments from behind the door (it was actually a curtain, but served as a door; it was the kind that was used to separate one class of passengers from the others. However, in certain instances, it was as good as a door. No one could look right through the curtain without exray vision. And everyone seemed polite enough to knock on the nearest hard surface before they moved the curtain aside…) So Duo deemed it safe to re-emerge. He did so, pouting somewhat.

"My hair." He whined, "May never be the same again." Stray, whispy strands of hair floated around him, held aloft by invisible fingers of static electricity. It was an amusing sight to Heero. It was less so amusing for Duo.

"Where is my hair tie?" He rooted around for it, eventually enlisting Heero to help him in the search. They eventually found it hidden under his discarded shirt, and made short work of rebraiding Duo's…er…`expressive' hair, in hopes that it might get… well, less so.

When the flight attendent knocked again, Duo dove once more under the seat (but not without threats that next time he might put something nasty in the isle for `nosy people' to trip over). He instantly forgave her, whoever she was, when the smell of what could only be an expertly prepared lunch reached his nose. He wriggled impatiently, willing her to leave… After a brief moment, she left.

Duo popped out immediately, eager to feast upon what his nose had told him could be nothing less than a full-fledged feast.

Heero began to eat without a word. It was technically his food, after all. He didn't need to ask anyone's permission. When Duo whined, however, and his stomach added its own two bits… (`Crwawawawarrrrgggg. Argarg.') Then Heero relented, handing the fork to Duo, who proceeded for all intents and purposes to inhale the meal. Heero watched in rather detached amazement as Duo ate what could possibly have been half his body-weight in rich foods.

Heero decided not to mention that Duo hadn't left much, but instead salvaged what he could.

Duo looked quite satisfied.

"Shit, Heero…" He licked his mouth absently, "That was airline food. I mean… Jeezus. Airline food. I thought that was an oxymoron or something. Man, when I took a plane a while back-" He hadn't, he remembered, paid for that flight, either, "-all the damned people served was these peanuts, and cardboard-chunk meatloaf."

Heero just raised an eyebrow.

"We can't get caught, though…" Duo murmured, changing the subject to one that he obviously wasn't happy with, "So I'm going to have to find a place to stay hidden for three damn hours… I don't suppose if I hole up in the bathroom, I can just pretend to be some constipated old lady, could I?"

Heero's eyebrow seemed to be trying to crawl up his forehead.

"Right, right. No, I couldn't. Aw damn. Well, I'll just duck under the seat. But we can't be stuck in any… compromising positions. In the meantime…" Duo pulled his legs up to his chest, and pressed a button on the chair he was in, making it recline, "I am taking a nap. Wake me if someone's coming."

He lay back in the seat, shifting. After a few moments, dissatisfied with his new position, he shifted again. Waited. Changed where his arm rested. Didn't like it. Grrrr….*

"Okay, so I won't sleep." He glared at the cushioning of the seat, as if it was somehow its fault.

The seat, of course, didn't say anything, which, for the sake of our characters' sanity, was probably for the best.

"What are people supposed to do on long flights, anyway?"

Heero grunted. Big surprise there. However, Duo was pleasantly surpised to see Heero reaching into the overhead compartment and pulling down a laptop. He plugged it into the connection provided. Duo stared. He hadn't remembered Heero having any carry-on baggage. How had he missed the laptop?

Heero, seeing his glance, explained.

"I ask them to put my laptop above my seat. Releena sent the laptop to them, and they merely have to put it there."

"What are you going to do with it? Play tic-tac-toe with me?" Duo was not, apparently, accustomed to having to deal with his own boredom.

"No. I merely have some research to do."

It was Duo's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Reasearch? On what?"

Heero turned to face Duo properly, ignoring the laptop as it went through its startup sequence. The look on his face was something akin to a smile, but it was a smile almost frightening upon the apathetic boy's face… It was intense, frightening, smug, dark…. And every sinister-sounding adjective that could be applied.

He slid out another laptop. Duo blinked, surprised. What did Heero do? Ask for two laptops? Didn't they look at him funny for that? Or something?

"Why don't you join me and find out?"

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*1 This is the noise my stomach makes when I'm hungry, I swear… Listen to someone's tummy sometime :D

*2 Seriously, try sleeping comfortably on an airplane. I have to be REALLY tired to do it. It's like trying to sleep in a highchair. Beh.