Trowa watched the frowning pilot with a small grin, green eyes sparkling with mirth as they followed every move the sinewy body made.

“I still think the problem comes from the main engine itself.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…I have done a quick run down of all possible trouble spots and have come up with nothing. I will have to reassemble several parts or so…”

“Just don’t over do it, Heero. You have another mission coming up really soon.”

“Yes, I know.”

Another companionable silence fell between the two. They were currently sitting on Heero’s gundam; Trowa watching, Heero working. The large hangar was big enough to hold all five boys’ suits and they were lucky enough to be staying at another of Quatre’s enormous estates. The soft tinkering sound of Heero’s screwdriver filled the peaceful silence, that was until the loud off-key singing of a certain long-haired pilot disturbed it.

“Yo, Heero and Trowa! Q-man’s done with lunch! Come and get it while it’s hot!”

“Kuso!” Heero muttered softly as he accidentally broke a screw at the loud screech.

Trowa chuckled and got to his feet, stretching agile limbs to get rid of the stiff muscles. “I guess you had better stop now, Heero. We have to go.”

A softly spoken ‘Hn’ was all he received in reply at first, before the quiet question was asked. “May I ask you something, Trowa?”

“Sure. What do you want to know?”

Without tearing his eyes away from the computer screen before him, Heero continued. “Do you have a chance to read all of those stories written about us?”

“Huh?”

“You know…fanfics or something like that…”

“Ah…those. Yes, I have had a chance to read some of them. They are quite…entertaining.”

Heero raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Not all of them. My problem though is this….why do they keep pairing me up with…him?”

Trowa could barely control the small chuckle that escaped his lips. “What is it, Heero? You do not see yourself and Duo being…partners?

Heero typed a bit faster. “No. I can see both of us being together. I mean…we have a mutual desire for organization. We both like to see a job well done. And we can appreciate the…”

“NOW I’M FRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! FREE FALLING! HEY! QUATRE IS GETTING ANTSY! WHAT’S TAKING YOU GUYS SO LONG?”

“…the quieter things in life.”

“Hmm…I see your point,” Trowa said with a snicker as he noticed the dancing figure bounce out of the hangar again. “So, you think we could be lovers, ne?”

Heero had the grace to blush. “I am not saying that. I know you are happy with Quatre…at least those writers got that part correct. But with…Duo? I have absolutely nothing in common with him.”

“That’s not entirely true, Heero.”

“Oh? Then tell me one thing that I could talk to Duo about aside from repairs to our suits or something about fighting. At least you and Quatre have music. I can’t even sing.”

“Duo can’t sing either.”

“Well, at least I am smart enough to know that and not make an attempt at…”

“I WANNA LOVE YOU ALL NIIIIIIIIIIGHT LOOOOOOOOOONG!” More off-key singing.

“…butchering each note.”

“Yeah…someone ought to tell him to cut down the noise.”

“Do you think I haven’t tried that? I have even threatened to chop his hair off at night if he continues.”

“And?”

“He just laughs and calls me…” Heero promptly clamped his mouth shut.

“Calls you what?”

“Hee-chan,” came the mumble. At Trowa’s light laugh, Heero glared at him. “Laugh all you want. I don’t think the nickname is very funny.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“You would.”

“UUM…GUYS?”

“So why do you keep rooming with him? I mean for a guy you can’t stand, Heero, you make it a point of duty to always room with him…”

“Convenience.”

“Ah. You could always room with me, if he bothers you too much.”

“And have Quatre kill me?”

Another light chuckle. “What about Wufei then? He can be compatible with you.”

“Trowa. I am not looking for a companion.”

“Oh, of course. You already have one.”

“What?!” came the indignant sputter.

“Think about it, Heero,” was the flippant reply as Trowa jumped down from the suit. “Think about those little things that annoy you so much and you would be surprised at how much they really do mean to you. See you at lunch.” With a light wave, he walked back to the house.

Heero stopped typing and stared blindly ahead of him. “Think about the things that annoy me the most, huh?”

The entire package that was Duo Maxwell annoyed and yet fascinated him. Sighing in defeat, he was just about to continue, when the voice stopped him again.

“Hey, Heero! I figured you would be too busy and so Q said it was okay for me to bring your lunch out here.”

The Japanese boy spun around sharply to stare into laughing violet depths which always seemed to sparkle. Hn…compatible, ne?

“Do you want me to bring it up there?” Duo asked with a slight tilt of his head. Thankfully, the headphones were gone and Heero nodded before he could stop himself. In mere seconds, Duo was aboard the gundam and was now sitting across from him…quietly. Heero was a bit surprised to find this very disconcerting.

“Aren’t you going to leave?” he asked a bit snappishly. He quickly regretted the words as a quick look of hurt flashed on Duo’s face. “I meant…”

“I know what you meant. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be in the way.” Duo tried to smile and found that a bit hard to do. It had really stung. The last jab by Heero, that is. He rose to his feet and was quickly pulled back down by the strong hand on his wrist. “What is it now?”

“Keep me company.”

Duo was hearing things. “You…you want my company?” He placed a hand upon Heero’s forehead with a thoughtful look on his face. “Nope…no high fevers detected.”

“Cut that out, Duo,” Heero chided softly. “I am not sick.”

Duo leaned forward till only inches separated them, unaware of the dark flush that had risen to his companion’s face. “Are you sure? The doctor said to always check in the eyes. Skin tells you nothing.”

“What…what are you talking about?” Why is my voice coming out in a squeak?

Duo sat back and grinned brightly. “Sally told me that.”

“Oh.”

Three minutes later. “Uuumm…aren’t you going to eat now? You’ve been staring at me. Did I grow an extra head?”

“Do you ever wonder why writers tend to pair us up? As a couple?” Heero asked suddenly, not failing to notice the dull flush that had come onto the other boy’s face.

“Oh…that…well…uum…it’s simple. I was the first person you ever really considered a friend, ne? So, I guess it would be natural for them to want to see us together. Not that that is ever going to happen in this lifetime. I mean we have absolutely nothing in common, right?”

“Right.”

“Right.”

Another much thicker silence fell as Heero chewed slowly. Suddenly, “Unless you want to count us fixing the gundams or fighting.”

“Yeah! Good point, Heero. Well, all hope is not lost after all. We do have one thing in common.”

“What’s that?”

“We both hate losing, right?”

“Right.”

Yet another thick silence as both boys tried to stare at anywhere but each other’s face. Heero stared at his food, not really tasting anything. Duo stared at the shining metal of the suit, his fingers dancing across the cool metal.

“This is weird,” Duo finally said, breaking the silence again.

“Hn.”

“I’ve gotta go…”

“Do you want to try…it?”

Duo’s eyes widened and he almost fell off the suit. His heart racing a mile a minute. “Uum…try what, Heero?”

“The stories say that we have to kiss or something at this point.”

Duo blinked. “You want to…to…”

“It doesn’t kill, Duo.” A smirk. “Unless you don’t know how to. I mean most of the stories tend to portray you as a sex god of some sort.”

The American blushed. “I am not! But I do know how to kiss, so there!”

“Well then. Kiss me, Duo and let’s get this over with.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Neither moved.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“You are supposed to kiss me, Duo.”

“You started it, so why don’t you do it? Why do I have to be the one to start?”

Heero snorted in exasperation. “Alright then, I’ll do it.”

He shifted closer, tilting Duo’s chin to force his gaze to his. Heero was quite aware of how much he was blushing and was quite unable to do anything about it. It helped that Duo was feeling the same way, for his face was as bright as ever. Heero stared at the parted lips with mute fascination. His thumb reaching to dance across the full lower lip, noticing that Duo’s tongue had almost darted out to lick it.

It’s just a kiss and then it’s all over.

He was a bit embarrassed to find himself trying to remember how the writers described their kissing or make out scenes. Damn them all! I will do this my way. He closed his eyes and leaned forward to close the distance between them.

“Uuum…Heero?”

“What now?”

“You are kissing my cheek.”

“And your point is?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be kissing my lips? They are right here in front of yo…”

“I know that! I’m under a lot of pressure here, Duo!”

“Sorry…I’ll shut up now.”

I can do this. I can do this. I have to do this!

And taking a deep breath, he pressed his lips against Duo’s quickly. So quickly in fact that it was withdrawn in less than a second. “There! That should do it.”

He quickly began to pack up his lunch, face burning a bright crimson not being able to look at the other pilot. Duo, meanwhile, who still had his eyes closed was now wondering if there was something wrong with him.

Damn it! I knew I should have used the extra strength Listerine today.

He sighed and opened his eyes, noticing that Heero was already on the ground again. He could tell that the boy was still shaken by the ‘experience’, if you would even call it that…and feeling quite mean-spirited all of a sudden, Duo called out.

“Hey, Heero!”

Heero spun around sharply, his face still a bright crimson. “Duo, I…”

Duo, being the wise ass that he was had noticed the other pilots walk into the hangar and placing the most seductive grin on his face, he called out in a slightly breathless voice.

“That was soooooo good, Heero. We really should do ‘it’ again…in a more comfortable environment, ne? I am feeling a bit…sore…”

He jumped down from the suit, adding an extra swagger in his steps as he reached up to flick the tip of Heero’s nose playfully. “See you around…koi.”

No one could say anything for several minutes as they all stared after the disappearing boy. If Heero had been blushing earlier, this time, he was simply red. It didn’t help that his fellow pilots had begun to chuckle and laugh amongst themselves.

“Koi…oh my…”

“Heero…we didn’t know…”

“There is nothing going on between us!” Heero flared up angrily.

“Suuuuure, Yuy. And I’m actually a girl!” Wufei teased.

The laughter rang out loudly in the hangar and no matter how hard Heero tried to dispel their assumptions, he found himself faltering hopelessly. With a final grunt of defeat, he stomped back into the house and proceeded to lock himself up in the bathroom.

And with a certain braided pilot firmly planted in his turbulent mind, he cursed all those beings, that called themselves fanfic writers, for making his life a living hell.



-The End-



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