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"C'mon, Heero! Please?! I'll give you a new gun!"
The Japanese pilot snorted as he typed on his laptop, "No, and I don't need a new gun."
Duo groaned, sliding to his bed, "Geez. C'mon, for me?"
Heero turned his gaze towards the American, then growled, "No."
"Oh, that's cold, man." Duo stood up, walking over, "Look, we already completed this mission at school, okay? We leave tomorrow, right? At least let me have this one night to party! A bar, just one. Have a couple of beers, maybe pick up some girls-"
"Or men, considering your looks." Heero remarked without breaking concentration.
"Look who's talking? Besides, Relena has been coming by here late at night, pounding on the door and screaming at us! Do you really want that tonight? When she sees we're not here, she'll leave!" Crouching down, the braided boy crossed his arms on the table, resting his chin in their warmth, "Heero... it's just for a little while. Please?"
Heero looked at the violet eyes, and sighed, shutting the computer off, "Just for a little while."
"YATA!!" Duo cheered, grabbing Heero in an embrace, "I DID IT, I DID IT!! WOO-HOO, THIS'LL BE GREAT!!"
Heero shrugged off the celebration, :Why do I feel like I'm being lead to the gallows?:
"Under one condition." Duo turned serious yet again. His eyes studied the clothes on his partner, and he shook his head, "Something more than spandex and a tank shirt."
Heero's eyes narrowed, "Other than the school uniform, all I have is the spandex and tank shirt."
Duo put his hands on his hips, laughing happily, "Oi, that's no problem at all!! Pull out the shirt for the school uniform, and I'll lend you some jeans!"
The Wing pilot searched in his closet, shaking his head sadly, :I'm going to regret this.:
"Now I know I regret this." Heero glared daggers at his partner as they neared the lounge.
"Oi, Heero, try to be a little more talkative? It wouldn't kill you." Duo chattered away. "Hey, maybe tonight we'll get lucky!"
Heero looked at the sign of the bar, the neon lights flickering. "How did you hear of this place?"
The American shrugged, "Some guys at school were talking about it, suggested we go 'cause we'd like it! Even though it's a bar, they allow kids our age to come in. Weird, ne? Probably because of all the younger soldiers or something. Hahah! Besides, if we don't feel like a drink, they have pool tables, pin ball machines, arcades, the works! And a nice li'l restaurant next door! Tonight is gonna be great, Heero, because we both need stress relief!" He stopped talking when a thought entered his mind. "Ne, Heero? Why did you decide to come with me? Usually you put up more of a fight."
Heero was silent for a few seconds, then closed his eyes, walking on, "Someone has to drag your drunk ass back to the dorm."
Duo gaped, then grumbled, "Jerk. I do him a favor and then he calls me a drunkard. I don't get drunk that often."
"Besides," Heero continued, "I'm in the mood for some liquor and the school is completely dry."
"That's the Heero I like!" Duo jumped on Heero's back, nearly gagging his friend when an arm snaked around the Japanese boy's neck. "Hah! Looks like you aren't the only one who drags drunk asses back to the dorm!"
"Get off or-"
"Omae o korosu, yeah yeah yeah." Duo jumped off, then skipped beside his partner, humming to himself.
Heero blinked curiously, then tilted his head, "What song is that?"
"Hm?" Duo asked, caught off guard by the question.
"I recall hearing it before, but I can't remember where."
The American smirked, "That's a rarity. But the kids in the next room like putting in oldie songs. That's one of the songs they play."
"Aa. I remember now."
Duo grabbed Heero's arm, pulling him faster towards the bar, "C'mon, slowpoke! At this rate, we'll be there by the time it closes!"
The two entered the building, and saw that not many people were around. Duo blinked, scratching his head, "Odd, the guys said this place was always jumpin'."
"Hn. It looks fine to me." Heero retorted and walked to the counter, ordering drinks.
Duo looked around, :Well, there's the pool tables, they look fine. Arcade looks really worn down. Pinball machine... out of order. Liquer better be good. Ooh, a karaoke machine! Haven't seen one of those since... wow, that long? I'm an old man...: He jumped as a cold sensation ran down his spine. Turning, he saw a smirking Heero with a cold beer bottle handed out. Duo glared, snatching his beverage, "That wasn't funny."
"Seeing you jump wasn't funny. Just the fact that it took three minutes before you registered that the chill was there." Heero replied and drank from his own bottle.
Duo smirked, "Oi, Heero, see?! A karaoke machine! Think I should try?" :Probably gonna insult my voice or something.:
Heero looked at it, and shrugged, "Maybe."
:He... he said maybe! That's the closest thing to a compliment I've ever gotten from him! We need to celebrate!: "Oi, bartender, what kinda whiskey ya got in this joint?!"
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"Maa... what they lack in entertainment, they sure make up for in selection!" Duo eyed the empty bottles of liquor on their table. In the last two hours, they have sampled at least one bottle of the choice of beverage. Duo would definitely admit that he had too much, considering how the room was starting to dim more.
Heero looked the same, except for the faint blush on his cheeks and the shine in his eyes. :Oh, boy, I don't think I can help him back... I need help myself...:
"Duo... why do you fight as a Gundam pilot?" Heero suddenly blurted out.
Duo straightened, laughing, "I'm Shininininingami! It's my life of goal!" He blinked, "Wait, that didn't sound good..."
"Yeah, it's Shinininingami, not Shininininingami." Heero's speach slurred.
"Whatever."
"Hn."
Duo smirked, "Y'know, we're gonna have major hangovers tomorrow."
"Hn."
"And I really don't think I can pilot the plane, so you're gonna have to do it!" Duo started giggling, "Bet ya wish ya didn't have that 1.8 liters of sake, ne?"
Heero glared, "Hn."
The American threw his hands up, "WHAT DOES HN MEAN?! IS IT JUST A GRUNT YOU USE OR IS IT AN ACUTAL WORD?!"
Heero snorted, "No, it just makes you think I'm listening, when I'm really trying to figure out whicn one of you to punch."
Duo cocked his head to the side, "Well, how many of me do you see?"
Heero was silent, then closed on eye, "... Four, no, five, I think."
"... that's pretty bad." The braided boy whispered. He leaned back, a sigh escaping his lips, "Well, I could use this to my advantage. Hey, Heero, wanna sing me a song?"
"... you're more drunk than I am." Was the response.
Duo turned to his partner, grinning like a cat, "Aw, c'mon, Hee-chan, don't be shy!"
"Shut. Up."
"Please?"
"No."
The self-proclaimed Shinigami huffed in aggrivation, biting the inside of his cheek while thinking. An idea popped up and he snickered. "Well, okay, if you say so. I guess you're not all that perfect."
It had the desired effect as Heero's attention snapped immediately to the violet eyed boy, "What did you say?" he asked dangerously.
"If you can't sing, you're not perfect. Or..." he leaned close, "prove me wrong."
Now the normally sober, sane--what's left of his sanity--and smart Heero would have known it was a too obvious trap that not even a two year old would fall in. But this Heero's IQ took a vacation. "Fine, I will!" He stood up and marched up the steps of the mini stage. He flipped through the books, scanning the songs.
Duo was too busy praising himself inside to realize how dead he would be later when the booze wore off. :I am a genius! Oh, man, I should have brought Quatre's camcorder! Heero would never live it down! At least now I got something new to tease him about!:
The music began to play softly, and the Japanese pilot picked up the microphone. He opened his eyes, starring at the middle Duo -still having quadruple vision- and sang: "~Yeah, I am home now.~ ~I've been waiting for forever to find you.~ ~I'm not alone now,~ ~Cuz you've taken in my heart from the cold...~ ~All I know is every time I look into your eyes I'm home, I know...~" Heero gave a small smile to Duo, "~You're where I belong~ ~I belong with you.~ ~You're where I belong,~ ~And I know it's the truth.~ ~You're part of my heart; There's nothing I can do.~ ~Oh you're the one who keeps me warm,~ ~My baby, you're where I belong.~"
Duo gaped, :He can sing?! Wow... but why'd he pick this song?:
Heero began to sway with the music, "~You're my first taste,~ ~Of the sweetest feeling I've ever known.~ ~You're my safe place,~ ~From a world that can be so cruel and cold.~ ~You're my harbor, you're my shelter, you're that welcome smile...~ ~That lets me know I'm home...~ ~You're where I belong~ ~I belong with you.~ ~You're where I belong,~ ~And I know it's the truth.~ ~You're part of my heart; There's nothing I can do.~ ~Oh you're the one who keeps me warm,~ ~My baby, you're where I belong.~" He took a deep breath, holding the microphone with both hands, "~You're the one I come too, yeah...~ ~To keep me from the cold...~ ~You're where I belong~ ~I belong with you.~ ~You're where I belong,~ ~And I know it's the truth.~ ~You're part of my heart; There's nothing I can do.~ ~Oh you're the one who keeps me warm,~ ~My baby, you're where I belong.~ ~You're where I belong, you're my only home....~ ~You're where I belong...~ ~You're where I belong, you're my only home...~You're where I belong.~ ~You're where I belong, you're my only home,~ ~You're where I belong...~" His voice softened more, "~I am home now....~" Taking a small bow, he stood on the edge of the stage, smirking at Duo, "Now what do you have to say?"
Duo blushed, "Why that song?"
"......................" Heero flushed, turning his gaze away, "Well... um..."
Duo smiled, "Do you really think that of me?"
Heero scratched the back of his head, "... you're a good partner, someone definately to rely on... and in a way... I guess... you're my... um..."
Duo's grin widened, :He's gonna say it! Best friend, I know it!:
"My..." Heero's blue eyes shined as they met the violet ones. "Duo Maxwell, I consider you my-"
"HEEEEEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!" Someone screamed into the said pilot's ear, making him fall off stage.
Duo paled, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL-?!"
Relena jumped off stage, holding Heero's body, "How sweet to sing that song to me!! I didn't think you saw me enter the bar!"
"Relena. Peacecraft. What are you doing here?" Duo demanded, grinding his teeth painfully.
The blond sniffed dainfully, "I came to see my Heero, of course. And he sang that song just for me!"
Duo's face burned redder, but this time from anger, :Cannot kill her, she is symbol of peace. Cannot kill her, she is symbol of peace... WHY DID I STOP HEERO FROM SHOOTING HER THE FIRST TIME?!:
"...Duo..." Heero whispered, his teeth clenched hard, "I think... I broke my arm."
The bartender shook his head from where he was located behind the counter, "Want me to call a doctor?"
Duo shook his head, "Nah, we can get back to school and have it fixed. Tell the nurse he fell out of bed."
"Well, come back anytime, kids." The guy held the door open.
"Shoo." Duo commanded as he pushed Relena away and helped his friend stand."
"SHOO?! WHAT AM I, A PESTY INSECT!?" she shrieked.
"YES!" The two yelled at her and exited the building.
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Sunlight is a beautiful thing, waking life up and greeting nature to the new day. But for those suffering hangovers, it was pure torture. "SHUT THE DAMN BLINDS!" Duo screamed, covering his head with a pillow.
Heero walked to the window, completing the task with his good arm. His arm had been broken, and was now in a sling. Without drugs, it hurt like hell, but Duo wasn't up to piloting.
Heero sat in his chair, "Please don't scream, Duo." With that, he began to type one handed. The pounding headache and the throb from his arm were distracting, and fustration was winning over. Growling, he slammed his fist on the keyboard, watching the screen flicker. Two pale hands reached over, poised above the keys. He turned, looking at a smiling Duo.
The braided pilot rested his chin on Heero's shoulder, "Well? What do you want to type?"
Heero gave a grateful look, and began to speak. Duo typed along with him, a mission report and an excuse as to why his arm was broken. They sent the message and turned off the laptop.
Duo sat on his bed, looking at his partner, "Heero?"
"Hm?"
"... what were you going to say at the bar? Before she interrupted?"
Heero blinked, then looked at his arm, "I don't remember."
Duo grinned, "Sure you do! C'mon!"
"Duo, don't push your luck."
"HAH!" Duo walked to his room mate's bed, flopping down, "It's the arm with the trigger finger that's broken, Heero. How am I pushing my luck when you can't 'omae o korosu' me?"
Heero's eyes narrowed, "You'd be surprised how many ways a person can be tortured and killed."
"O-kay, I'll let it drop." Duo stood up, cracking his knuckles, "For now."
Heero sighed, shaking his head helplessly. The phone rang, making both boys look at it. Heero picked it up, speaking into it, "Moshi moshi...? Speaking." His eyebrows lifted in surprise, "She didn't? How odd. No, last I saw her was at the bar last night. Yes, if I hear from her, I'll tell you. Yes. Sayonara." He hung up the phone then. "Relena didn't go home last night."
Duo smirked evily, "Oh, she'll be fine."
Heero whirled to him, "What did you do to her?"
"Oi, do I look like the type of person to kill someone like Relena Peacecraft?" Duo asked defensively.
"YES!" Heero snapped honestly.
The American's shoulder's slumped and he sat back on his bed, "Ch'. Well, she isn't maimed or in a coma, okay? I just got a little even with her for breaking your arm and making you not finish what you were going to say to me."
Heero looked surprised, "It was that important?"
Duo shrugged, "Of course. You usually don't say much to me except 'Hn', 'Omae o korosu', and 'Shut up, Baka'. When you do speak to me, I like to know what it is because that means it's important enough to be heard." He jumped to feel a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Heero's serious expression, but a smile in the dark cobalt eyes. "Heero?"
"You're a good friend, even though I don't express it much." Heero spoke softly, then moved his hand away, "We have to pack, we're leaving by noon."
Duo was speachless, eyes wide as he watched his partner try to pack his own items one handed. The gape turned into a smile and he hugged his friend from the back, "You're a good friend, too, Hee-chan!"
"Hee-chan?" Heero asked.
"YEAH! You can be Hee-chan and I'll be whatever you wanna call me!" Duo nodded enthusiastically, wondering what pet-name he'll be given.
"Hn. Baka-chan." Heero smirked.
Duo's expression fell, "That's the best you can come up with?"
Heero shrugged, "It fits your personality perfectly."
The Deathscythe pilot balled his hands into fists around his braid, "Oh? How?"
"I think that's self explanatory."
"HEERO NO BAKA!!" Duo screamed and chased the other pilot around the room.
Heero called back, "Hey! I thought that was a compliment! You are a little stupid at times!"
"I'M TALLER THAN YOU ARE!" Duo roared, his voice promising pain.
The dark haired boy stopped, holding up his good hand to signal a stop, "Duo, we're the same height. You just look bigger because you have your shoes on."
"You wished." Duo grumbled.
Heero tapped Duo's nose, smiling, "I know." He then returned to packing. Duo touched his nose, then his cheerfullness perked up. Whislting, he got back to his own packing.
~O.w.a.r.i.
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Pargan held his hands out, his legs trembling on the ladder, "Miss Relena, please stop squirming!"
Relena was redfaced with anger, and kicking her legs endlessly, "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT LITTLE RAT!! NO, I'LL TORTURE HIM, THEN KILL HIM!! HE WILL PAY DEARLY FOR THIS!!! I SWEAR IT!!"
Two students walking past looked up at the situation. Relena was tied with her hands behind her back on the top of a lamppost. Pargan was trying to reach for her, despite the fact that the ladder was too short. A limosine that once might have been pink, was now spraypainted with black and neon green and crashed into a wall.
"Isn't that the girl that comes to school bugging one of the new guys?" The student with brown hair asked his friend.
The ebony haired girl nodded, "I think so. Think he did it?"
"Nah, Maxwell said he broke his arm early last night falling out of bed."
"All I can say is she deserved it."
The brunette nodded, "Amen."
~O.w.a.r.i. (yet again)
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Author's Notes: Well, it's done! *lets out sigh of relief* Now I got twelve others to worry about. *wimpers pathetically* Oh well. I hope you enjoyed, and yes, I absolutely dislike annoying onnas. Heero might seem slightly OOC, but who wouldn't when plastered and suffering a hangover, even the kanpekiheishi? Well, bai bai!