Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tease Me ❯ Tease Me part 7 ( Chapter 8 )

Tease Me part 7

Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, never will etc. etc.

Warnings: My potty mouth, possible slash/yaoi/teenage boys getting it on, ramblings galore.

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Gambit strode through the corridor as per usual. He liked striding, it gave the whole 'I'm-a-dark-horse' impression, and everybody likes the entire mysterious element. It made school life so much fun. It was handy too. Whenever he walked the crowded hallways in school, the mere thump from his manly striding boots was enough to part the student body like the red sea. Apparently he was someone to be feared, judging from the way the other pupils automatically swerved to the other side of the corridor, or even blatantly changing direction to purposely avoid him. It was also a tad confusing. Although there was the general fear factor, most of the girls loved him, which did absolutely nothing for his popularity count with the men of the school, not that he cared anyway. He preferred some healthy competition, even though he'd more than likely end up with a broken nose for believing such things.

He arrived at Duos locker, the owner already crouched behind the door, one arm cautiously exploring its depths with the expertise of a bomb squad for any hidden surprises. His heavy chestnut braid roped around his shoulder and fell down his back.

"You find anyt'in?"

A non-committal grunt answered him.

"I suppose dat could be a good ting too." He jammed his hands in his pockets, not bothered in the slightest by Duos lack of response. "If you don' find anyt'in it jus' means dere's nothing t' find. An' also saves you a trip t' de drycleaners. I hate de cleaners, not personally, only 'cos dey ruined de jacket when de parents send it off for cleanin'. It wasn' dirty either, jus' perfect an' dey messed it up."

A small contraption landed at his feet and a sigh of contentment escaped from Duos lips. "Oh he thought he could outsmart me, no, not this time." He half whispered. He wavered for a second then began sorting out his books for the next few classes.

Gambit raised an eyebrow, absentmindedly scratching his chin. "So dis is an ongoin' ting, eh?"

"It wouldn't be ongoing if Heero just stopped," came the muffled reply, tinged with feigned anger, "Hey, can you pass me down my sketch pad? It's on top of the locker."

"Sure."

He leaned over Duo; one arm braced against the locker for support, the other stretching for the A3 book, and deftly pulled it down. "Here, cher."

And in one of those twists of fate, or something to the same effect, Duo turned around. It was as if reality had slowed just to extract every last drop of humiliation from the dawning realisation of close in proximity he was to Gambits crotch. Infact, due to his crouched status, he was staring right at it from a viewpoint he'd never expected. He laughed nervously, not knowing exactly why he was still looking. The latter looked down in amusement, tapping the chestnut hair.

"I can't really say I was expectin' dis, cher. But if you're tinkin dat dis is best for me, I'm not one t' complain."

Duo cringed and found himself subjected to a broad grin. He relaxed considerably, finding that it wasn't as devastating a situation as he first though… just slightly embarrassing.

"Hey!"

A shout rang out behind them. The voice was extremely familiar, though not something Duo had considered friendly. Both him and Gambit turned their attention to the newcomer… well, newcomers.

Damn…

There stood Aaron, amid a pastel clad crowd of friends.

"Hey yourself Aaron-baby, what's up with you?"

Duo flashed a cheeky grin at the footballer. It wasn't going to help the situation, but it calmed his racing heart to some extent. Aaron's eyebrows knitted together in the usual expression of anger he wore. Today was a good day for him. Sally was gone (the bitch), he managed to pass his English test without cheating and he found out that while Melanie may seem prudish, it was all one big convincing act. She didn't even wear the chastity belt that she claimed to have done. And NOW, the bloody freak was nearly doing another guy in broad daylight. It was the kind of thing that caused havoc in his narrow black and white mind.

"Don't bullshit with me Maxwell, what the hell d'you think you're doing?"

Duo risked a glance at Gambit who winked back down with a crafty grin. It was fun messing with the minds of homophobic jocks. He slid his hands along the back of the other teen's thighs, slowly pulling himself to his feet as his hands disappeared into the confines of the trenchcoat. He didn't have to much either; Gambit had already turned everything up a notch with his easy-going charm. The girls in Aarons company were nearly in tears. Just watching him trail a long finger over Duos shoulder sent them into a chorus of sighs. The sultry smile that followed was devastating. He kept eye-contact with them and slowly flecked a tongue over his lip, his free hand rubbing his flat stomach which was conveniently put on display. Aaron growled, his short fuse temper already sparked.

"I'm just trying to keep him happy Aaron-babe," Duo purred, slapping his hands under the coat so the others knew exactly where they were. Gambit smothered a laugh. "You know how it is, the bigger they are, the more attention they need… and my Remy sure is a big boy." He leered at the footballer, "I'm really sorry, I hope it doesn't change anything between us. You know I still care."

"I don't give a shit about you! All you are is a fag!"

"Yeah, and I know what's best for you."

"NO! YOU DON'T!"

"But-"

"-Shut up!"

Somewhere in the cobweb infested corners of Aarons mind, the fuse burned out and his temper exploded. He raised his fist and swung with as much force as he could find, straight at Duos face. Everything seemed to be going alright until he realised he was on his back, glaring though a haze of red at a Japanese teen standing over him. Cold blue eyes stared down at him with an intensity he'd never seen before.

Heero nodded. This was his kick for the day. Time to go. Still glaring at Aaron, Heero picked Duos bag up and threw it at him.

"Let's go."

"Hey, you read my mind Hee-chan."

He slammed his locker shut after reluctantly letting go of Gambit. Still doesn't mean he had to stop playing altogether though. He held out a hand and smiled flirtatiously.

"You comin' Remy-babe?"

Gambit looked down at his trousers and wound an arm around Duos waist.

"Unfortunately no, cher. But I'm hopin' you can fix dat."

"Anything at all," he twisted around making sure Aaron could hear him, "For the one you love."

Heero grunted, elbowing Duo in the ribs. "Shut up, unless you want him after you."

He stalked off towards the stairs, the other two following - still entwined. Aaron was sprawled on the ground, too stunned with the events to actually do anything but relay what happened - slowly - in his head.

"Hee-chan, he won't do anything," the braided wonder whispered, even though they were out of earshot, "I can handle him."

Heero continued walking, but with an angry swing in his step. "That is the problem. I know you can handle him; the thing is you don't know when to stop handling him. If he ends up in hospital, you're finished here, and you know it."

"Okay I'm sorry. I won't do it again; I'll contain my primal instincts, my animalistic urges. My libido will suffer for the good of my health!" he gushed dramatically.

Heero stopped. "Look Duo, what I need is you using common sense. What I don't need is you following your emotions, it only lands you in bigger trouble. Got it?"

Duo nodded seriously. "Alright, I really am sorry." He patted Heero on the back. "Thanks for looking out for me."

"It's okay." The Japanese teen yawned, rolling his shoulders back. "Just do me a favour."

"Sure, what?"

"Get out on to the damn court so I can beat you."

Duo snorted, disengaging himself unwillingly from Gambit. It was annoying that the closest he ever got to him was when they were messing. But it was some good messing. "Highly unlikely you beat me Yuy."

"We'll see. Are you playing today?" he faced Gambit.

"Wat are we playin'?"

He smirked. "Basketball. I though Duo was supposed to explain the rules"

"I've played before, I know how de game goes."

"Not this one. It has our own personal twist. Duo?"

Duo bounced infront of them, holding open the door that led to the pitches behind the school.

"Here we go men!" he thrust an index above his head. "Rule number one: THERE ARE NO RULES!"

Heero rolled his eyes at Duos antics as the braided teen stuck a second finger up.

"Rule number two: no punching or kicking."

"I though you said dere were no rules."

"Technically no. It's only called basketball because we have a basket," he held out an outspread hand, "and a ball."

"Oh."

"Yup. That means you're open for shoving, biting, the pulling down of the trousers - watch Trowa - pinching and general whatnot."

"Including hair-pulling."

"Shut it Yuy."

"You can also run with the ball in your hands, it doesn't really apply to the actual game."

"Okay."

Duo rubbed his hands together gleefully and shipped on to the court, digging the ball out from its hiding place in the equipment stores. He shrugged off his shirt, stretching his arms over his head and eyed Gambits jacket.

"You might want to lose that. It's gonna get hotter and it'll drag you down too."

He watched the taller teen pull the trenchcoat off and throw it across the top of the wire fence beside them and sighed. "You can take the rest off while you're at it."

The latter quirked an eyebrow. "Wat? Didn't catch dat."

Duo furiously shook his head, bouncing the ball loudly. "Nothing, talking to myself. That's all." He bit down on his hoop, moistening his dry lips and tried to avoid Heeros wicked grin as he deposited his neatly folded jumper on the fence. "I ramble…"

Trowa arrived quietly and surveyed the scene, nodding to Gambit. "Nice to have a new player."

"Tanks, mon ami."

"So, is it two each side?"

Heero skilfully grabbed the ball from Duo, bouncing it experimentally. "Sure. Gambit, you're with me."

"Hey hey hey! Am I not good enough for you now Hee-chan?!"

Heero threw the ball to his team-mate, maintaining his gaze with Duo. "Nope."

He immediately sprinted past, catching the ball Gambit passed back to him and sped down the court. Trowas reaction was quicker and he was already gaining on Heeros rapid progression, leaving Duo staring.

"That is completely unfair! I haven't even tied my laces yet!"

Gambit grinned, holding his arms out apologetically as he jogged backwards. "You'd better tie dem cher."

Duo knelt down, quickly knotting his laces and a strangled shout came from Heeros direction.

"That'd be Trowa at work." He muttered smugly to himself. Sure enough, a moment later, Trowa ran by him, the orange ball tucked under an arm. He glared at Duo from behind the sweep of hair.

"Get up and help me."

"Right."

He ran after Trowa to their end, catching the ball from the green-eyed teen as he was tackled by Gambit. Duo hugged the ball to his chest, seeing Heero speed up in determination. There was no stopping Heero once he got that look in his eyes, it was better just to take the best stance possible and hope he wasn't in a bad mood. A second later, Heero ploughed into him, taking him down in a tangle of limbs. Gambit suddenly appeared, slowly pulling Duos arms down to let Heero extract the much coveted prize.

"Tro! I need some help here!"

Gambit gritted his teeth, using al his weight to push one arm down to the ground. He chuckled malevolently at Duos stricken expression.

"Tro!"

Heero began on the other arm, tickling his giggling friend.

"TROWA!"

From his vantage point, Gambit yelped and quickly let go of his arm and with lightning fast movements made a grab for his trousers. Trowa flickered into view, expertly shoving Heero to the ground and pulling Duo to his feet.

"Thanks Tro. Right in the nick of time."

Trowa blanked. "Are you being sarcastic? I can't tell anymore. And I think Gambit's learning the value of underwear too."

"What?"

Trowa nodded in the direction of the taller mutant who waved back sheepishly, tightening his belt. Duos eyes widened.

"… you mean he wasn't wearing any?!" he hissed

Trowa shook his head.

"And I didn't get to see it?!"

"It was quite an impressive 'it'." His friend agreed.

Duo stuck his tongue out and cursed softly under his breath. "Can it Barton."

He took the ball from Trowa moodily and walked down the court. "It's just not fair." He grumbled, breaking into a jog as Heero and Gambit rejoined the game. "He gets all the good stuff and the golden-boy and he's tall!"

Heero smirked, hearing Duos muttered rant as he latched on to the surprised violet-eyed teen. "You'd be even happier to know that the golden-boy's coming home."

"Really?!" He dropped the ball in shock and it was almost immediately scooped up by Gambit. Heero gave a quick tug on Duos braid before pushing him to the ground.

"I just said that, didn't I?"

Duo lay in a dazed sprawl on the warming tarmac listening to Heeros fading footsteps.

"Can't believe he's comin' back." He raised a hand at his team-mates gesture for help. "Yeah I'll be there in a second Tro."

"Now!"

"Alright alright." He clambered slowly to his feet. "I'm not messin' with the boss."

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Their vicious game went on through the first half of break, things getting a little out of hand at some point. So, in the grand tradition of countering problems that arise in all great sports, they solved it - with great aplomb, I might add.

"Please?"

Gambit lay back on the bottom step of the bleachers, fanning himself off with his t-shirt. The burning sun beat down on the court, each player coated in sweat.

"Pretty please?"

Heero slumped unceremoniously against the mesh fence, wiping his unruly hair from his face. He accepted the drink from Trowa, drinking enough to quench his thirst, then emptying the rest over his head. "Are you not hot Trowa?"

The latter shook his head.

"Please! Are you purposely ignoring me?"

Three sets of eyes slowly turned to Duo, still tied to the basketball pole. Heero shrugged. "Maybe."

Duo twitched, trying to pull his head forward. "Will you at least undo the knot you tied my hair in?"

Heero shrugged again. "Maybe."

"Please please please please PLEASE!"

Trowa blew a bang out of his eye. "Whining gets you nowhere."

"I'm sorry. I won't do that again!"

"Really?

"Yes! Just please let me go! I need a drink!"

Heero rolled on to the ground, pulling a near empty water bottle towards him and graciously filled his cup again. He held it up to Duo.

"Do you want this?"

The braided teen nodded feverishly.

"Are you sorry?"

"You've no idea."

Gambit snickered in the background and Heero quirked an eyebrow. He paused, a smug grin working over his face. "Okay, here."

He threw the cup in Duos direction. A trail of sparkling water fell to the ground in a loud splatter and the cup hit a disgruntled Duo on the nose. The remaining water splashed down his chest.

"Oh thanks Hee-chan. You're my saviour."

Heero bowed reverently. "I try my best."

"I try my best" he mimicked and scrunched up his face, giving his not entirely accurate version of Heero. "I need a drink, all joking aside."

"You always say that, and it's followed by you pulling a prank on us."

"I've learned my lesson!" Duo babbled, becoming increasingly desperate. Heero crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't believe you."

The latter stamped his foot childishly. "Aw, I'm sorry!"

Trowa folded his legs comfortably beneath him watching the crossfire. The insults and apologies were flying back and forth like a tennis ball, neither side conceding defeat. As far as Heero was concerned, Duo was staying tied to that pole and in Duos eyes - he deserved a drink. However nobody got what they wanted in life easily and it looked like they were going to be there awhile. A cup of water appeared infront of his face and he took it, balancing it on his knee as Gambit knelt beside him. His skin glistened with sweat - a combination of the game and burning sun.

"How long will dis go on?"

Trowa didn't answer immediately, and only looked back at his two friends.

"It really depends on who's ready to give in first."

The red-eyed mutant fell back on to his haunches. "All day den?"

"Possibly."

The pleading escalated aswell as the volume.

"An' I see we've gathered a crowd."

Trowa spared a glance over his shoulder. Their game had always attracted people but there were more girls now. Most of them were fixated by the half naked and sweaty Gambit who -undeniably - had a very nice body. And then … there was a familiar face. Unbearably familiar and determined. He cringed, although his face barely showed it. Said person was on the move and heading their way, stopping at the mesh fence.

"Hee~rro!"

There was an immediate reaction and Heeros back stiffened, his head ducking out of habit. A loud groan floated from Duos direction.

"Heeee~rrrro!"

This definitely wasn't the time for Relena. The Japanese teen turned slowly to her, a sour expression already masking him.

"What?"

She bounced happily on the balls of her feet.

"Heeee~rrro!"

"What?!"

"I think we've established that his name is Heero."

Relena smiled vacantly. "Yes…"

"…Robert, or Rob."

"Thank you Robert, but I was talking to Heero."

Heero ground his teeth together. "What do you want?"

The blond hopped excitedly from foot to foot. "Oh I thought we'd discuss some things for tonight!"

There were a few spluttered coughs and an immediate surround sound on the words 'things for tonight' and Heeros mood darkened. He shoved his hands in his pockets, finding that the ground was inexplicably interesting.

"I'll see you after school ad that's all you have to worry about."

"But what'll I wear?"

A chorus of suppressed giggles echoed around him and he marched to the fence

"I'm fixing your laptop, wear whatever you want."

The luminous smile returned with the promise that whatever she would choose, it wouldn't be much. "Sure Heero."

She wandered off, attempting to put a seductive sway to her walk but looked more like she had a limp. Heero ignored the hapless girl and scanned the bleachers suspiciously. There was always someone watching…

"Ooh, that was fun. Now let me go so we can continue the game."

Without warning, the dark haired teen broke into a run and made his way back to the school. The remaining trio watched him in confusion until he disappeared around the corner.

"Is the game over then?"

"More than likely."

"An' I was jus' gettin' de hang of it."

"Why'd Heero leave?"

Trowa shrugged, pulling his sleeves over his hands. "I couldn't tell you. But I think I'll go too, I've to rehearse a piece." He stood up and gave a small wave, "See you later." And left on the same route as Heero.

Gambit grinned lazily. "Dat leaves me an' you cher."

Duo licked his chapped lips. "Yeah. Um, could you untie me please?"

He squinted in the glare of the sun as Gambit slowly got to his feet and sauntered over, hands clasped behind his head.

"Y'sure you want t' be let go?"

"...yeah." the braided teen answered slowly, uncertain of where the latter was taking the conversation. A mischievous streak surfaced. "But if you have any other ideas, I'm all yours."

Gambit laughed softly, winding his arms around Duo.

"You never know cher, I could have somethin' planned."

Amethyst eyes flickered upwards with a glint of playfulness.

"Like what?"

He felt a chin being rested on his head and an added body weight shifting against his to get comfortable.

"Ah, tings. You know de sort."

"Nope." He murmured stubbornly.

The taller teen pulled back, his face contorting into fake seriousness. "Really? Okay den, cher. It's only fair if I say."

He brought his mouth level with Duos ear and whispered faintly into it. The aforementioned broke into a large smile after a moment, a huge blush threatening to flame his features.

"That seems… reasonable."

"I'm a reasonable man." He conceded, "You can get a drink now."

"Huh?" cam the intelligent reply.

Gambit stepped back, holding his hands up infront of him and a weight of hair thudded down Duos back, his sleeves suddenly giving into his weakening tugs. He flapped his arms back and forth to regain feeling in them, glaring menacingly at the pole. The other was already pulling on his shirt and Duo half nodded to himself.

"That seems very reasonable."

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The pencil looked sharp enough, the lead tip stretched into an elongated fine point. Random flecks of deep silver caught the light as Heero twisted it deftly between his fingers. It could probably do some damage, if not give someone lead poisoning. He stifled the urge to slam his head against the desk and refocused his original thought.

"Are you listening Heero?" Relena patted his hand gently and he clenched his jaw, forcing a nod.

The pencil looked sharp enough.

"Oh good. Then I'll show you the laptop now."

She rose from the table with a luminous smile and indicated for Heero to follow.

"It's in my room."

Heero followed with an ever-present glare, his notepad gripped tightly.

Of course it's in her room, where else would it be? It's a little too convenient that neither her parents nor Zechs are here.

He dropped his gaze as he began his walk up the stairs.

It's also a little too convenient that she's walking infront of me wearing a belt as a skirt…

Relena skipped up the final two steps and bounded into her room. Heero cringed.

I can see the pink glow already.

He tentatively crossed the border from the nice safe reality into the various-shades-of-pink-and-pink-accessories land where Relena was perched on the edge of her bed, clutching her laptop. She held it out on upturned hands.

"Here you go."

He accepted it slowly and glanced around the room.

"Have you any outlets? I need to plug this in."

The blond girl nodded enthusiastically, her bobbing head resembling the small novelty dogs in the back of car windows and she pointed to a socket hidden under her desk.

"You'll have to bend down to reach it though."

Heero raised an eyebrow sceptically, his feet refusing to budge. Relena was trying to look extremely innocent.

"Okay." His answer was drawn out. He knelt down on one knee hesitantly and pushed the plug in with the tips of his fingers. The bed creaked behind him and he guessed it was probably Relena shifting to get a better view. The laptop bleeped and whirred to life in his hand and he set it down on the table. Relena instantly appeared at his shoulder, pointing at the screen.

"That always pops up."

Heero instinctively rubbed the fingerprint off the monitor. "It's a start-up animation. It's supposed to be there." He added upon seeing her confused face.

"Oh. Okay then."

The screen flickered on and an image loaded slowly as a background. Hints of darks coloured clothes filled the bottom of the picture, only broken by a deep cerise hue as it revealed Relena posing beside Zechs. Her pink-clad image smiled back at the camera while one hand pulled her topless brother in for the shot too. Heero squinted at the rumpled up t-shirt hanging from Zechs pocket. He was a little surprised when he read the band name.

"Metallica?"

"Yeah! Zechs brought me."

"You like them?" He asked incredulously.

Relena shrugged, then clapped her hand over her mouth as she remembered something.

"There were a lot of…"

A small blush crept over her cheekbones and she made a vague hand movement. Heero stared blankly.

"A lot of what?"

Relena tittered nervously and shuffled closer. "… the boys had no shirts on."

He almost choked on a laugh. Her naivety was unbelievable. The gig was on during the hottest midterm yet and it was only natural to try to cool down. It was also a universal fact that people stripped off for any big event - girls inclusive.

"I was one of them." He replied bluntly, "And so was Zechs." He flicked a hand at the screen, not realising Relena was succumbing to her faraway daydream expression.

"The temperature was unbelievable in the pit."

Relena blinked slowly. "… the pit?"

Heero just shook his head and turned back to the laptop, leaving the blond to stare into space. He ran over the list of problems he had noted and began working on downloading the new program as he settled into a familiar routine. Minutes later a quick squeal followed by an eager round of clapping interrupted him and Heero looked over his shoulder at the bouncing Relena.

"I was there! I was …" her mouth formed the syllables as she slipped into unfamiliar territory. "…moshing!"

"You were?" his fingers hung over the keyboard as he gaped at her, unable to conceal the surprise in his voice.

Relena didn't exactly seem like the head-banging type … but there she was, at the gig and seemingly enjoying it.

"This is so exciting! You were there, I was there!" her hands clasped over her heart and she whispered. "It was meant to be."

Heeros smile froze. "What?"

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"What?!" Trowa hissed, startling his friends by his outburst.

Duo giggled, slapping his knee. "I can't believe you, even he knows that can't be good." He jerked a thumb at Gambit who winked back in amusement.

"I can't say dat I tink dis is normal for you."

Heero wound his arms around his chest moodily. "What's wrong with what I said?"

Duo stood up and twisted the chair around so he could rest his elbows on the back in an interrogation style. They were all in Trowas house after school, seated at various points in the conservatory.

"Now let's replay that statement. I - as in you - think that she - as in Relena - is okay. As in ACCEPTABLE!"

Heero stared back nonchalantly. "And?"

Trowa pulled an errant bang. "What brought on this sudden change?

The Japanese teen shrugged. I don't know. I suppose I just got to know her."

"Ah, my young and impressionable apprentice," Duo babbled, grabbing Heeros head between two hands, "How could you get to know someone in one day?"

"I don't know. How can you?" He raised an eyebrow challengingly, referring to Duos new … interest.

Duo dropped his hands by his sides quickly. "Dunno what you're talking about" he snapped curtly, resuming his laidback position.

"She can't be that bad." Trowa added diplomatically after awhile. The braided teen snorted.

"Yes, she can. She's in the same league as Christine,"

"I wouldn't go that far."

"Well, I would Hee-chan." He retorted, slamming his hands on the chair. "Sure, Christine is the she-devil, but Relena is the head minion." He slumped forward. "I hate that girl."

"Which one?"

"Christine. She keeps glaring at me."

"Doesn't she always do that?"

Duo nodded at Trowa. "Yeah, but … this time it feels like she really wants to hurt me."

"This is normal for her."

Duo scowled, picking at the end of his hair. "No, you're not listening to me."

Heero held up a silencing finger. "Look, she's always been like that and she's not going to change. Stop being so paranoid."

The violet-eyed teen buried his head into the crook of his arms. "I'm telling ya, she's planning something."

Heero opened his mouth to reply but closed it as soon as he caught Trowas subtle - yet polite - glare to shut up.

"Let's talk about something else." He said instead.

"Like what?" Came Duos muffled question.

"Well we can continue discussing our original thread."

Duo snapped up with a cheerful grin. "Oh yeah. Welcome home party!"

"Wen is it goin' t' be?"

Trowa crossed his arms. "Two weeks from now."

"Oh do try to curb your enthusiasm; it's so sickeningly abundantly obvious to us lesser people."

"Shut-up Duo."

"Fine" he stuck a tongue out obnoxiously at Trowa, "But did'ya kiss him yet Tro?" he added impishly.

Trowa blushed a deep crimson hue. "He's my friend."

Duo snickered. "No. He's my friend. He's your boyfriend."

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"You're not denying it."

Trowa fell into silence, fidgeting nervously with his constantly torn sleeves. Three sets of eyes were glued to him waiting for an answer, the ticking clock filling the noiseless gaps. Eventually the green-eyed teen opened his mouth a fraction, the syllables falling from his lips that caused the reaction he had hoped for.

"Heero likes Relena."

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I'm so sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I had a lot of things to do so this was temporarily put on the back burner. I still don't know where I'm taking this… oh well…