Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ It's Damie's Fault! ❯ It's Damie's Fault! ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, and if I did, I would make the boys alternate between chibi kawaii-ness and teenage angst.

 

Warnings: Eventual 1x2 (so shonen ai), starts as friendship, chibiness!, 3x4 and 5x Zechs. Contains violence and language. This fic will be half-serious and half-chibi cuteness. It might be more one than the other at times, but I'll try to swing it back and forth like Duo's scythe!

 

It's Damie's Fault!

 

“Oh, shit! He found me!” Duo yelled when he saw a certain name listed as a sender in his inbox.

 

Heero came running upon hearing his friend and roommate of several years shout. Whatever it was must be serious, since Duo had just woken up and he was definitely NOT a morning person.

 

So here comes Heero, gun drawn, half-awake, sleep-deprived, messy-haired, mentally running through escape plans…and he stops. Duo was just sitting at the computer in the study looking at his email. No enemies nearby. No guns out. No Shinigami coming out of hiding.

 

“Hn.”

 

“Oh! Hey, Heero! He, he…go back to bed OK? I'm fine. No problems here…”

 

“Stop babbling, baka! What the Hell made you yell this early in the morning?”

 

“Uh…nothing?” Duo said hopefully, wishing Heero would get off his case and leave him to make plans.

 

Heero stared at Duo. His violet eyes were shifting about and his chestnut braid was disheveled. His fists clenched and unclenched while his feet hammered out a rhythm against the table's leg. He didn't look like “nothing” was wrong.

 

“Tell. Me.” Heero said in that no-nonsense, `I'll kill you if you don't answer me, baka' voice.

 

“He, he…OK. Damien found me.”

 

“And…”

 

Duo sighed, exasperated. How like Heero to forget something like that.

 

“The guy who wanted to sacrifice me on an altar to a pagan god to bring about the end of the world or something like that…you know. THAT guy.”

 

“Oh. Why don't you just kill him?”

 

Another sigh. “Because, soldier boy…it's peace time now. I can't just go around killing people that threaten me…or something…actually…that's a pretty good idea.”

 

Heero's turn to sigh. “Baka.”

 

“Hey, man, why do yo always have to be like that?”

 

“Because you're a baka, baka.”

 

“Argh! Stop calling me that!…” And so we leave the boys to bicker and argue…

 

Elsewhere…

 

“You mean that this machine has the power to turn fully grown adults into…chibis?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“OK. I give up. What's a chibi?”

 

“(Mumbled) Baka. (Normal voice) A chibi is a child…or a smaller version of a grown-up, depending…but I only specialize in reversing the aging process, so…”

 

“So if I use this on Maxwell, I can turn him into a child, thus rendering him helpless and unable to escape my traps?”

 

“Uhh…I think…”

 

“He, he…this will be fun.” And so the evil villain, Damien Geiger, gets the chibifier from Dr. G, not knowing that Duo was…well…you'll find out…

 

Back to the boys…

 

Duo and Heero are taking a walk. They do this everyday at the same time and they take the same route, without any variations…not too smart for Gundam boys, huh? But…they are trained killers. I'm sure they could get out of a trap or two…

 

Anyway…they've been living together in an apartment (2 bedroom, 2 bath, waterfront, gardens outside, on Earth…nice place!) for two or three years. They both decided that they would rather live with someone who understands them as soldiers than two yappy girls who just want to get in their pants and make them settle down and have children. (They shudder at the thought of being parents.)

 

Duo looked over at his best friend and couldn't help but stare. Sweat was running down Heero's face and his hair was slightly ruffled from the wind. His dark blue eyes were focused inward, probably meditating on how to be more perfect or something. As if!

 

Duo's sigh caught Heero's attention and Heero stared at Duo. His braid bounced happily behind him and his eyes were beautiful…and he was looking right at him.

 

Both boys stopped, mesmerized by the sight of each other…

 

And then the inevitable happened.

 

“Chibify!” Someone off-screen yelled, and suddenly Duo shrunk, his violet eyes seeming bigger in his smaller face. His braid was last to shrink, tripping chibi-Duo as he tried to back away from Heero in fear. The chibi fell face first. Heero just stared at the small version of Duo rubbing its nose as it got up.

 

“Owwie!” The chibi-Duo said in an adorable voice that made Heero want to reach out and grab him and squeeze him and hold him…and he would have too, if someone hadn't grabbed Duo and raced off. He got a quick glance of a Duo with a mischievious smirk on his face before his best friend was gone…taken by a crazy man who wanted to kill him to end the world.

 

“This sucks.” Heero said, before walking off and forgetting about the incident…as if!

 

“Duo!!!!!” Heero screams, falling to the ground and crying at the injustice…as if!!

 

OK. What does he really do? He comes up with a plan, of course!

 

“Operation `Get Duo back before he's sacrificed on an altar to a pagan god'…nevermind. I'm getting Duo back!” Heero says out loud, vowing to get his best friend out of this fix.

 

He jogs back to the apartment and calls in the cavalry. “Hey, Quatre. Get Trowa and Wufei. We've got to get Maxwell back.”

 

Two hours later…

 

Heero and the others were just about to start searching for the missing chibi, when they heard a car squeal to a stop, a car door open and shut, and familiar maniacal laughter (albeit cuter and chibified) as the car roared off.

 

Chibi-Duo waltzed in, clothes torn, dirty, and satisfied. At the astonished looks on everyone's faces, he defended himself in the only way possible against their soon-to-be-uttered requests for an explanation.

 

“It's Damie's fault!”

 

Author's Note: I could leave him chibi and not make it shonen ai…I could not continue this…if you want me to continue, please leave positive feedback and I'll get back to the fic as soon as I can. Thank you! (And if you've read other fics by me, tell me if you like it better when I write serious or goofy. I appreciate it!) And thanks to my boyfriend, for the idea for the name of the bad guy. I love you, Jamie!