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Change the World




Change the World
by Eternal SailorM

Statement made to save one's own ass: Don't own Gundam Wing or
any other series appearing in this fic. If I did, I wouldn't be a
broke college student, living off ramen noodles. But since I am
a broke college student (who's financial aid is messing up even)
and since I am living off ramen noodles (the $.12 a
package kind at that), I guess I own nothing but the plot line in
here, such that it is.

Note of the scribe: This ficlet features a pet pairing of
Usa-chan's and mine, featured as a possible ending for Gods
and Other Creatures. Think of this as a preview of what could
happen at the end of GaOC. Without all the gods and stuff. Or
think of it as going with "No Promises." And it took me
a while to find a plot bunny for this. :P So if it sucks, *points
over shoulder* blame the muses. *dodges various weapons*
And I wrote this under the influence of getting my hair really
cut for the first time in 10 years... *fingers bangs*
It's so much different...

Dedications: To Chibi Tenshi-hime, for putting up with me.
You're a dear, sweet friend. To Usa-chan, for liking the idea of
this couple, such that it is...

Warnings: Highly unusual pairings. TWT (Timeline? What
timeline?), but most likely post-series and post-Endless Waltz.
Rehashed plot tools (bad plot bunny, bad), but hopefully done in
different ways. Possible OOCness. Typical Ririna-bashing; I hate
the girl. Potential for continuations.

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So just what was she doing here again? Oh yeah, she was
looking for...

You'd think they'd have the common courtesy to lay these
places out so things could be found, she complained to
herself. She brushed her recently cut hair out of her eyes, still
unable to get used to the sudden, very drastic change in lengths.


With a sudden shock, she turned one more corner and found
herself at exactly the place she'd been meaning to end up. About
time too...

She tapped lightly on the door and winced slightly as she
heard a click on the other side of it. She forced herself to
stare straight forward at the peephole. "It's me," she
stated softly. "I got everything."

Another click, this time one of the door unlocking. Slowly it
swung in to reveal a young man a year or so older than her on the
other side, a gun still in his hand, apparently just in case she
wasn't as alone as she'd seemed to be. "What took you so
long?" he asked, moving slightly to let her through at last.

She frowned in his general direction, already hurrying past
him. "I got a little lost, okay? This place is like a
maze." She paused at the bedroom door, her hand on the
handle, and looked back at him. "Has there been any
change?"

Dark blue eyes turned downward, and the gun finally
disappeared. "Nothing at all. I'm not sure if that's a good
thing or a bad thing."

Privately, it amazed her to hear that much worry - that much emotion,
period - in that nasal voice, to see those Prussian blue eyes so
dark with raw feelings. Usually he never allowed himself to feel
so much. She felt a small smile build up inside her, but she held
it back from appearing on her face. The object of their mutual
affection had a way of doing that to people.

"I'm sure he'll be all right, Hiiro-kun," she
offered gently, trying to offer a small reassuring smile that she
didn't really feel. "Duo's tough, you know."

"Hai... I know... demo..."

A small frown played across her pretty face, and she set down
the precious packages she'd been holding and crossed the small
room to lay a hand on the Japanese young man's upper arm.
"Duo would never leave you, you know that, Hiiro," she
stated firmly. When he finally looked up at her, she winked as
playfully she could at him. "There's nothing to worry about
there. Now, let's see if we can't get him better, all
right?"

A smirk trying to build on his face, Hiiro Yuy nodded and
started to step past her when a familiar voice completely froze
him. "So are you two going to be friends now?"

"D -Duo?" he barely gasped out, barely able to choke
the word out in his surprise.

She, on the other hand, had no such problem. "You
shouldn't be out of bed, Duo Maxwell!" she scolded, her
voice sounding very threatening if he didn't start acting better.

"Saa... You can't keep Shinigami down..." Even as he
said the words, he yawned mightily then coughed slightly from the
effort it took. Hiiro rolled his eyes, and she smiled at the cute
picture he made. "So are you two going to make up now?"

She glanced over at Hiiro, in time to see him staring down at
her, and shrugged. "If Hiiro wants..." she finally
offered.

The Japanese young man shrugged indifferently as well. "I
don't care."

She sent a sly look at the Perfect Soldier and slinked back
across the room to latch on Duo's arm in a manner that
(sickeningly enough) reminded her faintly of what Ririna would
like to do to Hiiro if he and Duo didn't shove guns up her nose
every time she tried it. "Duo, don't you we'll do anything
for you?"

"Except kiss you when you're sick," Hiiro muttered
just loud enough to be heard.

"Hidoi, Hii-chan..."

"Come on, Duo; you need to take your medicine." At
the immediate grimace that hit his face, she grinned and winked.
"So we can kiss you." She laughed sweetly at the faint
blush that appeared on his cheeks beyond the small pink stain
that was there from the fever.

"You're an evil woman, you know that, right?" the
American complained as she led him back into the single bedroom
in the tiny apartment. "It's no fair using that
against me."

She grinned down at him as she sat him down on the bed and
measured out the appropriate amount of Nyquill, trying to ignore
the way Hiiro watched her every move closely from where he leaned
in the doorway. "Whoever said we had to fight fair?"
she teased.

"It's about the only way we'd win, you know, Duo."

"So you're going to gang up on me to make me take my
medicine?" the American asked, wide-eyed innocent.

She winked coyly. "And maybe not just that, if you're
good." She nearly giggled aloud when he flushed scarlet, and
to hold it back, she held out the medicine. "Swallow."

"I hate medicine," Duo complained.

She cast a desperate look back at Hiiro. He pushed away from
where he'd been leaning and circled around to the other side of
the bed, sitting down and taking the small plastic cup from her
fingers. "I've got it," he stated softly. "You
look tired. Why don't you go get some sleep?"

Never one to turn down any even semi-peaceful gesture from
Hiiro, she slowly stood and slipped back into the living room,
collapsing onto the couch that had been her bed for the last few
nights. She leaned her head against the back, staring up at the
ceiling, her eyes closed. Gods, if you listen to us mere
mortals, please let Duo be okay. That's all I ask. She
frowned. And if you have any extra time, please make it so
Hiiro and I can get along, for Duo's sake.

"He's asleep," that familiar voice stated, startling
her from her thoughts.

She opened her eyes again in time to see Hiiro dropping
bonelessly into the arm chair he'd been occupying the last few
days. Now that she really looked... "You look exhausted too,
Hiiro. Get some rest. How long has it been since you got any real
sleep?"

He shrugged. "I'll be fine for a few more days, till Duo
gets better."

She frowned half-heartedly. "That's not what I asked,
Yuy."

"Were you saying what I think you were before?" he
questionned instead.

She forced herself to look nonchalant. "It's probably the
only way this can be worked out happily. We both love Duo, and
neither of us want to admit defeat to the other, right?"

He nodded, looking faintly thoughtful. "That's
true." A scowl that was much more like the Perfect Soldier
they all knew touched his face. "You know, the only girl
I've ever kissed was Ririna, and it wasn't my choice."

She grimaced. "Ririna doesn't count. She's not a girl;
she's a psycho. She's an obsessed, out of her mind, wacked out,
nuttier than a fruitcake, crazy stalker." Slowly, she rose
again and stepped over to sit on the arm of his chair. "Do
you think it would work if we tried it though, Hiiro?"

"Only one way to be sure." He leaned upward just
slightly and pressed his lips to hers. She blinked sharply and
felt her eyes grow huge in surprise. After a few seconds, he
pulled away, and she touched her lips in wonder. "Maybe
not."

She smirked slightly. "That was hardly a standard for
comparision, Hiiro-kun. That was hardly a real kiss." She
allowed a thoughtful look to appear on her face. "At least
you're better than I was my first time. Demo..."
She cut herself off by allowing her mouth to cover his, gently
nudging his lips apart as her tongue darted inside. She had to
give him credit; the Perfect Soldier was a quick study. A bit on
the rough side, but by no means anything less than thorough, she
mused to herself, feeling his hands lock behind her back and drag
her down onto his lap. As his tongue slipped into her mouth, she
groaned against his lips. Has Duo been giving him pointers or
something? her mind idly put forth as she relunctantly
pulled away. "Now that was a kiss," she
panted. "Still don't think we could make it, even for Duo's
sake?"

"I think there's a good chance we could make it
work." If she hadn't known him as well as she did, (one must
know one's enemy after all, and they had been competing rather
fiercely for Duo's affections) she might not have noticed that he
too was out of breath, that his eyes were a few shades darker
than their usual Prussian blue, that his face was flushed with
desire -

- that he was almost as gorgeous as Duo...

- that she wanted to kiss him again...

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A rather groggy Duo Maxwell plodded out of his bedroom,
blearily rubbing at sleepy eyes. Then pausing and rubbing his
eyes again, this time in disbelief. No... he did not see
what he thought he saw. Hadn't they hated each other only the day
before? And now they lay all entwined on the couch, tangled in
the one blanket to the point of ridiculousness. Who could ever
think they were mortal enemies, seeing them sleeping together so
peacefully, his arms around her, her head laying against his
chest? It was just too weird.

"Should you be out of bed?" a soft, silvery voice
asked, shaking him out of his reverie. With amazing dexerity, she
slipped out of the blanket (he let out an only slightly thankful
sigh at the sight that she was still fully clothed) and crossed
the small room, touching her hand to his forehead. "Looks
like the fever's gone, at least. How do you feel?"

"You... and Hiiro..." he barely managed instead.

"Oh," she waved a hand negligently, "we had a
long... talk last night and decided to put our differences
aside."

"Soo desu," a sleepy nasal voice put in from the
couch. Duo looked over her shoulder to see Hiiro stiffly sitting
up, already wild hair mussed to the point of sticking out in
nearly every direction now.

"And we decided we could really get to like each other
since we'll be having to put up with each other from now
on," she concluded.

"'From now on'?" Duo echoed, a bewildered expression
on his face.

"Simply put..." she began before Hiiro cut her off.

"Simply put, we both love you and neither of us want to
lose you, so we were going to ask you to consider... both of
us."

For a long moment the entire room was silent, nearly quiet
enough to hear a pin drop, as the saying went. Finally, the
Perfect Soldier found himself getting belted in the face with the
pillow he'd just been sleeping on. "Yuy no baka!" she
screamed. "Never just lay something like that out!"

He snatched the stuffed cloth from her hands and hit her back
with it. "How else were we supposed to tell him?" he
countered. "There isn't exactly a guidebook for situations
like this."

"Because only people like us would get into
situations like this!" she returned, trying to get
her weapon back, even crawling over him when he stashed it behind
his body, so that she straddled his thighs, her weight pressing
down just slightly against him. Finally she pressed her lips to
his cheek. A quick startled look passed over Hiiro's face, and
she snatched the pillow back as she jumped to her feet, hitting
him with it once more. "Yuy no baka!"

"Ano... " They both turned towards Duo, slowly
refocusing their attention. "I... I think I'd like to give
it a try, Hiiro," he looked at the Japanese young man, who
smiled just noticably, then at the woman in front of him,
"Usagi..."

::Owari?::

9 August 2001

I just had to get this out of the way. It had been sitting in
my head, you see, that I wanted to do another one-shot. I don't
know how much of a one-shot it's going to end up being, because I
see a lot of ways it can be continued, but it's out of the way
and I can bury this plot bunny.

Anyway, I had a few personal challenges in this fic; please
let me know how I did on them. The first was to not say who the
woman was until the end. (Was anyone expecting it to be who it
was?) Second was to totally revamp all the old stereotypes. And
the final challenge was to ask for and accept no assistance with
this. So blame me if something sucks.

Anyway, comments and (contrustive) criticism welcome. Flames
will be stored up for a huge bonfire. So anyway, please review or
e-mail me!

Ja!