Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Psionic Saga ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter Ten

Heero wanted to take Duo back to their room, where they could have a conversation uninterrupted. However, reasoning that carrying Duo to his dorm unconscious might attract unwanted attention, and that Duo was not really in a fit state to have a conversation anyway, Heero settled for carrying him to Wufei's room and locking the door.

Dumping his pile on the bed, Heero checked for signs of life and was rewarded with a large yawn. Grunting in reply, Heero watched in fascination as Duo dug his way under the sheets and wrapped them tightly about his body, snuggling into one of the silk-covered pillows.

"Duo?" He finally asked when the boy had settled. No reply. "Duo!"

Another large yawn and one purple eye opened to look up sleepily.

"What happened?"

Duo yawned and looked ready to fall asleep but something stopped him.

"Heero, I'm tired. Sort of. Can we talk about this later? My head wants to talk but my body doesn't, ne?"

Heero hid his surprise under his amusement. Watching Duo try to fall asleep while his head was obviously trying to host several conversations with itself was almost getting him to laugh, which Heero never did. Well, rarely, when no one was looking.

"Wufei is mad at you."

"No shit sherlock."

Heero raised one eyebrow and smirked. Now he knew how to steer the conversation where he wanted it to go.

"You destroyed his microwave."

"I did not!" Duo protested feebly, his body not having enough energy to raise its voice louder than a rash whisper.

"You made the devices."

"For Quatre to use. It's not my fault if he took everything I had stored and sent it straight at Fei's precious bloody microwave!"

Heero his smile behind his hand, pretending to yawn. He was finding it all rather funny save for one thing.

"What do you mean, everything?"

Duo groaned but Heero refused to let him go to sleep before he had what he wanted.

"I mean he took everything!" Duo tried to explain but it was obvious he was having trouble doing anything. No doubt his brain was screaming sleep, sleep, sleep! Not, Heero thought mildly, that it didn't do that anyway.

"I collected everything from the microwave, then Quatre took it all, including MY bio-electric energy. So now I am wiped out and I want to sleep. Is that alright with you?"

"Hn," Heero acquiesced. He buried his hands in the sheet and pulled it back to reveal Duo's arms. He tapped one of the straps chaining the device to Duo's arm and huffed loudly.

"Mine!" Duo murmured in his sleep and curled his arm under his body. Heero sighed and went for the other one.

"Mine!" Duo snarled, awake again. "I make `em you can't touch 'em, mine!"

"My radio."

"In Quatre's!" Duo snapped. "And unless you've suddenly developed telekinesis you won't be able to use it! This set is mine!"

"Hn."

"MINE!" Duo bellowed and Heero thought it prudent to leave the room, which he did, regretfully leaving Duo in the contraption he wanted more than anything else to get his hands on, as well as other things...

Shaking his head to clear away the unwanted thoughts, Heero hurried back to the living area of the small `dorm room' only to find Quatre lying on the couch. At least, at first glance Heero thought Quatre was lying on the couch. Then he realised the couch was not that high and it was in fact Trowa who was lying on it, and Quatre was lying on...

Heero bypassed the couch and sat down at the small kitchen table opposite Wufei, who was staring at the remains of his microwave, tv and mobile phone, each of which were laid out neatly before him.

"He promised!" Wufei protested feebly, shaking his head and muttering about how many times Duo should have been killed by now for the good of humankind. Wufei seemed to be under the firm impression Duo needed a change of wardrobe. Preferably to straight white coats that restricted movement and wild hair.

"Hn."

"Don't you dare Hn at me! You encourage him!"

"Hn."

Wufei snarled and for a moment Heero thought he would actually lash out at someone, but beneath all the mourning for the electrical appliances in his possession, Heero knew Wufei was worried. They both were.

"Duo could make you a new microwave. TV too...don't let him make you a phone."

Wufei raised his brows in surprise, wondering why he hadn't thought of it himself. If Duo could make something that blew up a microwave, he could damn well make a new microwave! Wufei grinned, but it did not last.

"We need more of those things he made."

"Hn."

"Why shouldn't I let him make me a phone?"

Heero grinned, quietly sneaking over to the couch. He hesitated a moment, braced himself and plunged his hand between the two bodies, quickly fetching Quatre's phone from his pocket. Unlike all the other electrical appliances in the room, the phone was untouched.

Heero handed the phone to Wufei.

"Looks...normal. Except that it's plastic...Isn't this the same paint he tested out on my last microwave?"

Heero nodded and Wufei sighed. So Duo had finally got it to work. That didn't mean Wufei had to congratulate him, after all it was the most disgusting snotty yellow colour!

Hesitating only a moment, Wufei turned it on...

"HELLO QUAT! THIS IS YOUR PHONE, MADE JUST FOR YOU BY DUO MAXWELL, YOUR GREATEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!"

Wufei slapped his hand over the surprisingly large speaker and winced as the words kept coming, a muffled tirade through his hand. When it finally stopped he stared at the small screen and watched as a cute fluffy yellow bunny hopped into view on one side, followed by a cute little brown bunny on the other. They began jumping in excitement as they looked at each other across the screen, then the little yellow one leapt and they...

Wufei dropped the phone.

"MAXWELL!"

Heero was grinning; a full on face splitting grin that only infuriated Wufei. He couldn't help it; the look on Wufei's face was priceless.

"Black bunnies for your phone?" Heero asked, wiping his face clean of emotion once more and trying his best to seem serious.

It would not have surprised Heero if smoke had erupted from Wufei's ears and poured from his nostrils. At that moment he understood why Wufei came from the dragon clan.

Heero picked up the phone and held it away from him as he dialled a number. It was silent for a few moments before the ring began...

"Yellow bunny, brown bunny, sitting in the tree..." the phone sang loudly in Duo's tenor voice. Heero stopped dialling before the rest of the song could play. He could tell Wufei had seen, and heard, enough.

"Ok, so Duo never makes me a phone. Agreed." Wufei nodded, picked up everything from the table and dumped it in the bin by the front door. On his way back he finally noticed Trowa and Quatre. His eyes bulged.

"Yellow bunny...brown bunny....my couch....!"

"Hn."

Wufei stormed into his room and returned with two rather large, curved swords in his hands. Heero stood immediately. Wufei gave him the most feral smile he had ever seen.

"I am going to go relax...on something...inanimate..."

"Hn."

Just before Wufei closed the door he stuck his head back in the room and his black eyes were thoughtful.

"You know, we can afford to buy Duo a phone, and you are a much more talented programmer than Duo..."

Heero laughed, a full throated, delighted chuckle. He could hear Wufei whistling all the way down the hallway.

End Chapter Ten.