Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ White Day ❯ Mission ( Chapter 1 )
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By: bluesnarf 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2004 | Updated On: 06.17.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 353 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2004 | Updated On: 06.17.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 353 | Status: Completed
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing. So go and sue somebody else. xP
A/N: This is my first attempt at 1x2, so go easy on me. --;
REUPLOADED: 1/13/04
/ / = italics
' ' = thoughts
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'What the hell am I doing?'
So here was Duo Maxwell, standing in front of the bedroom door that he shared with Heero Yuy, debating on whether to run or enter. He felt his heart beating hard against his chest the more he thought on this dilemma which froze him in his spot.
On the other side of the wooden door, he could hear the perfect soldier typing away on his laptop, like usual, trying to hack into a military base for information, no doubt.
Duo felt like he'd get his one-way trip back to hell if his gun-shoot-happy friend were to take a break and find him right out beyond the door.
Wufei watched the braided-haired boy with mild interest from the living room couch.
‘He looks like a statue standing there like that,’ he thought.
A plate of chocolate chip cookies and a white teddy bear were held in the Shinigami*'s hands. The Chinese pilot had heard of this Japanese holiday from Duo when he went there to destroy some mobile suits sometime last year.
‘March 14, known as White Day, is a time for the boys to return the gifts they received on February 14 to the girls,’ he remembered.
Sure, they'd confirmed that Heero was Japanese, but it was doubtful that the pilot knew about this holiday -- that is, until the American had introduced it during a conversation -- considering he'd been trained as a soldier and moved around a lot since the moment he was brought into this world. Not to mention that they were both boys, but not that Wufei minded. He'd gotten used to Trowa and Quatre's random sexual outbursts, so why not Duo's infatuation with the perfect soldier?
The Shenlong pilot was starting to lose interest. Watching a, quite literally, scared-stiff-baka* wasn't his idea of entertainment.
‘This is ridiculous,' Wufei thought. 'What's he waiting for?'
"Maxwell, either you go in there or I'll /make/ you," he threatened, "You haven't moved in well over an hour!"
Upon hearing Wufei's words during Duo's state startled the high-strung boy. He jumped a few feet into the air and, upon landing, immediately curled into a protective little black ball on the floor.
His gifts, pulled down by the force of gravity, scattered on the floor around him with a loud /CRASH!/
The plate broke into pieces when it met with the blue carpeted floor, the precious cookies rolled around – some leaving a trail of crumbs as they went --, and the teddy bear landed feet away from Duo's shaking body.
"Oh, please don't kill me, Hee-sama! I just wanted to give you something for White Day! Gomen nanaishi! Please spare my life! GOMEN!!!" Duo wailed.
Wufei sweatdropped at his friend's tactics, "Baka. You’re hopeless."
"Duo, what'd you do now?" Quatre asked as he emerged from one of the bedrooms shirtless, Trowa following suit behind him.
Surveying the scene the Arabian first noticed the exasperated look on Wufei’s face, and looking toward the direction that the other pilot was, his eyes caught the mess made from Duo’s cookies. He shook his head, and then finally he saw a black, shaking ball with long, brown hair in the middle of it all.
Oh yes, this had DUO written all over it.
But seeing his companion in that condition worried the kind-hearted pilot more rather than provoking him. Thus, he was at Duo’s side in an heartbeat.
"Duo-kun, are you all right?"
The said boy twitched slightly at his words then a cobalt eye peaked out of the black mass and looked up at him.
"Quatre?"
Quatre gave him a warm smile in confirmation.
One cobalt eye glanced behind him to see that the door hadn't open and he wasn't faced with Heero's cold death glare or the barrel of his gun. He carefully untangled himself from his protective ball, sighing in relief.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Quatre and Trowa cleaning up the mess he'd made and he frowned, "Sorry about those, guys. I'm just a little edgy right now."
At this statement, a snort was heard from the couch and an, "I'll say."
Ignoring the comment, Duo helped the two lovers pick up the pieces of the broken plate. He blushed when noticed that his Sandrock companion was shirtless, meaning he had interrupted one of his sessions with Trowa. "Sorry about the plate, Trowa. I know that you just bought this."
The silent clown merely shrugged. It wasn't like it was unnatural for moments such as these bound to /not/ happen once in a while. They /were/ dealing with Duo Maxwell, master of disaster, after all.
"Don't worry about it, we have others," he replied and headed into the kitchen.
"Hey, Quatre, er, sorry if I interrupted anything," Duo whispered.
Quatre smiled, "Don't worry about it. Anyways, are these for Heero-kun?" Quatre asked, referring to the broken cookies and crumbs he was cleaning up.
Duo frowned again. ‘I spent most of the morning trying to get those right,’ he thought.
"Yeah..."
Quatre took note to the look and tone of his friend's voice and he frowned slightly. "Hey, it's all right. You still have the teddy bear to give him!" He pointed at the said stuffed animal between them and smiled gently.
Duo sighed. "Yeah, you have a point... I'm just a little scared."
"Considering Heero is a killing machine, I can see why," he laughed nervously, "but you two are pretty close, so I'm sure there's not much to worry about."
"Hey Barton, don't you find it odd that Yuy isn't out here with us?” Wufei asked as Trowa emerged from the kitchen.
No response, but this wasn't something out of the ordinary coming from Trowa.
“I mean, if you and Winner heard the commotion don't you think he would've too, seeing that it was just outside his door?"
Again Trowa didn't respond. He simply walked past Wufei, sat in the reclining chair, and continued to read where he left off in The Da Vinci Code.
Wufei observed the long-banged boy for a few moments and then nodded as if he understood the non-existent response he got. His attention went back to the pair sitting on the floor who were talking quietly amongst themselves. He shook his head.
'Hopeless,' he thought and turned on the t.v. to watch the news.
"You think he'll accept me?" Duo asked meekly.
"You've managed to befriend him, haven't you?" Quatre smiled, "So I think there's a good chance."
Duo couldn't help the small smirk that was growing across his lips. Quatre always knew how to cheer people up and for that Duo was grateful to have him as a friend.
"Yeah, thanks, Quat."
The platinum blonde boy gave him the thumbs up before he got up and joined the other boys in the living room.
Our favorite braided-hair bishounen* now looked over at the wooden door behind him. It seemed as if it were looming over him, mocking and challenging him in a way. He glared right back at it, trying to imitate Heero's death glare.
Duo’s eyes went back to the white teddy bear in front of him. He gazed into those sapphire glassy eyes, he was then suddenly reminded him of Heero in a cold-and-lifeless way.
He smiled.
"Shall we?"
Holding the gift in his hand, then getting up and putting on his usual happy-go-lucky face, he knocked on the door.
"Hey, Hee-chan! It's me!"
Even though he knew it was ridiculous to knock on his own bedroom door, Duo had learned to do so while Heero was in there working.
After waiting for, what Duo thought was, forever, his face faltered.
"Heero?"
He put one ear against the door and heard that the typing from inside hadn't stopped.
"Heero?"
Duo opened the door and stepped into the room, finding it to be empty. His messy brown-haired companion wasn't in sight.
'What the hell?'
Then his attention was directed over to the table near the window where Heero's laptop and a boombox, playing a tape recording of one of the perfect soldier's hacking sessions, were.
Duo's curiosity got the better of him when he saw that the laptop was left on and there was a blinking message that said: DUO.
Said boy placed the stuffed toy on top of the navy blue sheets of Heero's bed and sat in front of the machine.
He clicked "READ". The Microsoft Word program popped up and it typed out a sentence that read:
/Duo,
It’s about time you read this. Meet me in front of the arcade downtown @ 1800 hours. Don't be late this time./
"So that's where he is. He's on another mission."
Duo sighed and recalled the last time something like this happened. He met Heero at a pizza restaurant thinking they were gonna hang out, but as it was, they were spying on some OZ soldiers. Before he knew it, he woke up in the hospital the next morning.
"And of course he needs /MY/ help. Why can't he ever ask Trowa or Wufei?"
Though he knew he was just kidding himself, he liked it whenever he worked with Heero.
/Alone./
They've been doing that a lot lately and it was a good way to get to know the Japanese boy. Well, as much as he could get from all the "Hn"s.
"Well, seeing that I don't really have much of a choice in this matter, I guess I better do as I am told." He said as he glanced at the laptop's clock. “Either meet Heero or the friendly end of his gun.”
Before heading out, Duo turned Heero's precious laptop off, knowing he'd /really/ get it if he didn't. Not to mention the damned tape recording, it was starting to get on his nerves. He was surprised that it hadn't just turned itself off.
/Then again, maybe Heero didn't leave that long ago.../
Once that mission was accomplished, he looked at the white teddy sitting on top of Heero's unmade, single bed.
'Should I...?'
"Bring it," a voice from the doorway answered his question.
Duo looked over at the tall, slim figure leaning against the doorway. A small smile crept onto his lips. He nodded at Trowa.
"Now or never."
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*Shinigami - God of Death
*baka - idiot
*bishounen - pretty boy
A/N: This is my first attempt at 1x2, so go easy on me. --;
REUPLOADED: 1/13/04
/ / = italics
' ' = thoughts
~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~
'What the hell am I doing?'
So here was Duo Maxwell, standing in front of the bedroom door that he shared with Heero Yuy, debating on whether to run or enter. He felt his heart beating hard against his chest the more he thought on this dilemma which froze him in his spot.
On the other side of the wooden door, he could hear the perfect soldier typing away on his laptop, like usual, trying to hack into a military base for information, no doubt.
Duo felt like he'd get his one-way trip back to hell if his gun-shoot-happy friend were to take a break and find him right out beyond the door.
Wufei watched the braided-haired boy with mild interest from the living room couch.
‘He looks like a statue standing there like that,’ he thought.
A plate of chocolate chip cookies and a white teddy bear were held in the Shinigami*'s hands. The Chinese pilot had heard of this Japanese holiday from Duo when he went there to destroy some mobile suits sometime last year.
‘March 14, known as White Day, is a time for the boys to return the gifts they received on February 14 to the girls,’ he remembered.
Sure, they'd confirmed that Heero was Japanese, but it was doubtful that the pilot knew about this holiday -- that is, until the American had introduced it during a conversation -- considering he'd been trained as a soldier and moved around a lot since the moment he was brought into this world. Not to mention that they were both boys, but not that Wufei minded. He'd gotten used to Trowa and Quatre's random sexual outbursts, so why not Duo's infatuation with the perfect soldier?
The Shenlong pilot was starting to lose interest. Watching a, quite literally, scared-stiff-baka* wasn't his idea of entertainment.
‘This is ridiculous,' Wufei thought. 'What's he waiting for?'
"Maxwell, either you go in there or I'll /make/ you," he threatened, "You haven't moved in well over an hour!"
Upon hearing Wufei's words during Duo's state startled the high-strung boy. He jumped a few feet into the air and, upon landing, immediately curled into a protective little black ball on the floor.
His gifts, pulled down by the force of gravity, scattered on the floor around him with a loud /CRASH!/
The plate broke into pieces when it met with the blue carpeted floor, the precious cookies rolled around – some leaving a trail of crumbs as they went --, and the teddy bear landed feet away from Duo's shaking body.
"Oh, please don't kill me, Hee-sama! I just wanted to give you something for White Day! Gomen nanaishi! Please spare my life! GOMEN!!!" Duo wailed.
Wufei sweatdropped at his friend's tactics, "Baka. You’re hopeless."
"Duo, what'd you do now?" Quatre asked as he emerged from one of the bedrooms shirtless, Trowa following suit behind him.
Surveying the scene the Arabian first noticed the exasperated look on Wufei’s face, and looking toward the direction that the other pilot was, his eyes caught the mess made from Duo’s cookies. He shook his head, and then finally he saw a black, shaking ball with long, brown hair in the middle of it all.
Oh yes, this had DUO written all over it.
But seeing his companion in that condition worried the kind-hearted pilot more rather than provoking him. Thus, he was at Duo’s side in an heartbeat.
"Duo-kun, are you all right?"
The said boy twitched slightly at his words then a cobalt eye peaked out of the black mass and looked up at him.
"Quatre?"
Quatre gave him a warm smile in confirmation.
One cobalt eye glanced behind him to see that the door hadn't open and he wasn't faced with Heero's cold death glare or the barrel of his gun. He carefully untangled himself from his protective ball, sighing in relief.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Quatre and Trowa cleaning up the mess he'd made and he frowned, "Sorry about those, guys. I'm just a little edgy right now."
At this statement, a snort was heard from the couch and an, "I'll say."
Ignoring the comment, Duo helped the two lovers pick up the pieces of the broken plate. He blushed when noticed that his Sandrock companion was shirtless, meaning he had interrupted one of his sessions with Trowa. "Sorry about the plate, Trowa. I know that you just bought this."
The silent clown merely shrugged. It wasn't like it was unnatural for moments such as these bound to /not/ happen once in a while. They /were/ dealing with Duo Maxwell, master of disaster, after all.
"Don't worry about it, we have others," he replied and headed into the kitchen.
"Hey, Quatre, er, sorry if I interrupted anything," Duo whispered.
Quatre smiled, "Don't worry about it. Anyways, are these for Heero-kun?" Quatre asked, referring to the broken cookies and crumbs he was cleaning up.
Duo frowned again. ‘I spent most of the morning trying to get those right,’ he thought.
"Yeah..."
Quatre took note to the look and tone of his friend's voice and he frowned slightly. "Hey, it's all right. You still have the teddy bear to give him!" He pointed at the said stuffed animal between them and smiled gently.
Duo sighed. "Yeah, you have a point... I'm just a little scared."
"Considering Heero is a killing machine, I can see why," he laughed nervously, "but you two are pretty close, so I'm sure there's not much to worry about."
"Hey Barton, don't you find it odd that Yuy isn't out here with us?” Wufei asked as Trowa emerged from the kitchen.
No response, but this wasn't something out of the ordinary coming from Trowa.
“I mean, if you and Winner heard the commotion don't you think he would've too, seeing that it was just outside his door?"
Again Trowa didn't respond. He simply walked past Wufei, sat in the reclining chair, and continued to read where he left off in The Da Vinci Code.
Wufei observed the long-banged boy for a few moments and then nodded as if he understood the non-existent response he got. His attention went back to the pair sitting on the floor who were talking quietly amongst themselves. He shook his head.
'Hopeless,' he thought and turned on the t.v. to watch the news.
"You think he'll accept me?" Duo asked meekly.
"You've managed to befriend him, haven't you?" Quatre smiled, "So I think there's a good chance."
Duo couldn't help the small smirk that was growing across his lips. Quatre always knew how to cheer people up and for that Duo was grateful to have him as a friend.
"Yeah, thanks, Quat."
The platinum blonde boy gave him the thumbs up before he got up and joined the other boys in the living room.
Our favorite braided-hair bishounen* now looked over at the wooden door behind him. It seemed as if it were looming over him, mocking and challenging him in a way. He glared right back at it, trying to imitate Heero's death glare.
Duo’s eyes went back to the white teddy bear in front of him. He gazed into those sapphire glassy eyes, he was then suddenly reminded him of Heero in a cold-and-lifeless way.
He smiled.
"Shall we?"
Holding the gift in his hand, then getting up and putting on his usual happy-go-lucky face, he knocked on the door.
"Hey, Hee-chan! It's me!"
Even though he knew it was ridiculous to knock on his own bedroom door, Duo had learned to do so while Heero was in there working.
After waiting for, what Duo thought was, forever, his face faltered.
"Heero?"
He put one ear against the door and heard that the typing from inside hadn't stopped.
"Heero?"
Duo opened the door and stepped into the room, finding it to be empty. His messy brown-haired companion wasn't in sight.
'What the hell?'
Then his attention was directed over to the table near the window where Heero's laptop and a boombox, playing a tape recording of one of the perfect soldier's hacking sessions, were.
Duo's curiosity got the better of him when he saw that the laptop was left on and there was a blinking message that said: DUO.
Said boy placed the stuffed toy on top of the navy blue sheets of Heero's bed and sat in front of the machine.
He clicked "READ". The Microsoft Word program popped up and it typed out a sentence that read:
/Duo,
It’s about time you read this. Meet me in front of the arcade downtown @ 1800 hours. Don't be late this time./
"So that's where he is. He's on another mission."
Duo sighed and recalled the last time something like this happened. He met Heero at a pizza restaurant thinking they were gonna hang out, but as it was, they were spying on some OZ soldiers. Before he knew it, he woke up in the hospital the next morning.
"And of course he needs /MY/ help. Why can't he ever ask Trowa or Wufei?"
Though he knew he was just kidding himself, he liked it whenever he worked with Heero.
/Alone./
They've been doing that a lot lately and it was a good way to get to know the Japanese boy. Well, as much as he could get from all the "Hn"s.
"Well, seeing that I don't really have much of a choice in this matter, I guess I better do as I am told." He said as he glanced at the laptop's clock. “Either meet Heero or the friendly end of his gun.”
Before heading out, Duo turned Heero's precious laptop off, knowing he'd /really/ get it if he didn't. Not to mention the damned tape recording, it was starting to get on his nerves. He was surprised that it hadn't just turned itself off.
/Then again, maybe Heero didn't leave that long ago.../
Once that mission was accomplished, he looked at the white teddy sitting on top of Heero's unmade, single bed.
'Should I...?'
"Bring it," a voice from the doorway answered his question.
Duo looked over at the tall, slim figure leaning against the doorway. A small smile crept onto his lips. He nodded at Trowa.
"Now or never."
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*Shinigami - God of Death
*baka - idiot
*bishounen - pretty boy