Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love Hurts ❯ We made a bet ( Chapter 5 )

08/06/02

Love Hurts part 5: We made a bet….

Pairings: Heero/Duo

Disclaimer: I do not own this anime/manga, nor the characters from it. They belong to Sundrise and Bandai Entertainment and the creators by Yoshiyuki Tomino and Hajime Yatate. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships. Not your cup of tea? Please hit the back key.

 

Thoughts

 

Enjoy!

 

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In the security viewing room, Heero was making last minute surveillance checks before getting ready for the once a year event. He also made sure that Quatre and Trowa had their Preventers id. He knew that they would be in attendance as well as WuFei and made sure that all of them were fitted with their badges and weapons.

 

“Heero, where's Relena?” Quatre wondered.

 

“She's probably in her office. She needed to look over some proposals from one of the colonies and talk with Zechs about something.”

 

“Zechs and Noin are here?” Quatre asked.

 

“Hai.” Heero lead the small group into an adjoining room.

 

The contents inside the room were nothing short of astounding. A huge half arc mahogany desk with a reclining office chair was positioned toward the south end of the room. The desk held all of the essentials for the perfect soldier: telephone, stationary computer, laptop, paperwork, and coffee mug.

 

In front of the desk was a wall filled with multi-screen televisions. The sets all displayed something different. Four of the screens showed Relena in her office talking on the phone. Right below that another four screens showed the ballroom. The screens pretty much showed the viewer parts inside the estate as well as the grounds.

 

The room was also equipped with sofa and matching love seat as well as an easy chair. A throw rug and 36'' color television made-up the `living room'. In addition to a full size bathroom, full size bed, and closet. The apartment like room was completed with a small kitchen with a four-place dinette.

 

Quatre notice the picture frames on Heero's desk but remained quiet. He stepped a little closer to it and saw two snap shots. He remembers that day when Sally took those pictures.

 

All of the pilots were standing next to each other. Like always Quatre was standing next to Trowa with their backs toward each other, and Duo had his arm draped over the ever stoic Heero, who merely had his arms crossed over his chest while WuFei crouched in front of them.

 

A few months after the first picture was taken Sally and WuFei got married, which led up to the second snap shot.

 

oOo Flashback oOo

 

The wedding reception was coming to an end, the Bride and Groom already had departed the scene, and that only left the guests and the wedding party. Dressed in black tuxedos, crisp white dress shirts, and matching emerald green ties and cummerbunds the four ex-pilots looked stunning to say the least.

 

Heero sat at the reserved table for the wedding group while he watched his best friend move around the dance floor with ease. He couldn't help but look at all the girls and some guys trying still to get the beautiful groomsman to dance with them.

 

He also noticed that Quatre and Trowa reserved dances for each other only. Everyone there knew that they were a couple now since the war was finally over, but he couldn't help but think about the American who haunted him almost every waking moment.

 

At times he couldn't sleep or eat or work on his laptop, that the longhaired youth despised with a passion, but still something about Duo made him want to stick close to the braided youth.

 

After a hard day of work Heero would sit in his quiet apartment thinking about the energetic Deathscythe Hell pilot.

 

Then it had dawned on him that he was in love Duo. The loud mouth baka had somehow managed to chip away all the training that Doctor J instilled into him. Duo saw past the soldier and found a caring loving boy underneath. The violet eyed youth never asked for anything in return but his friendship, but Heero knew deep down that Duo loved him. Tonight Heero was going show Duo just how much he loved him back.

 

From the dance floor, Duo glanced a quick look at Heero who was talking to the photographer. His curiosity getting the better of him he decided to check it out. “Hey, Heero.”

 

Sitting down next to him, Duo gulped some champagne. Normally, Heero cobalt eyes usually held an icy edge to them when he looked at people but for Duo they held something else and it was making him nervous.

 

“Duo.”

 

He looked at Heero. His face was on fire when Heero said his name. The former Wing pilot laced it with so much passion that Duo's lower body parts were beginning to ache.

 

“Y-yes.”

 

“Please come with me. I like to show you something.” Heero stood and held out his hand patiently waiting for Duo to grab on. Duo studied his face a little trying to see what was going on but the look only said `take my hand'.

 

 

Heero guided Duo out of the main dining hall onto the balcony. A slight breeze played with their bangs while Duo's heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. He knew it had to be something important for Heero drag him all the way out of the thick of things away from everyone.

 

“Duo, for a long time I knew that there was something about you that I couldn't figure out.” Heero started looking into the swirling pool of blue-violets.

 

“I always felt that you were a danger to the missions and needed to be eliminated but for whatever the reasons I could never bring myself to kill you.

 

Then I realized that you touched a part of me that has been lost for so long that I thought I would never gain it back. You gave me a purpose to live. You gave me your heart without me realizing it. You became my friend.”

 

Duo was almost on the verge of crying he never heard Heero talk this much outside of missions. Duo learned a long time ago the minimal word assassin only conversed with him when they were alone. He knew what was coming but he held his breath, sometimes Heero was almost unpredictable. Almost.

 

The butterflies in his stomach were making him lose reality because he didn't see the others gathering around the double glass doors. He definitely didn't see the cameraman recording the whole scene. Nor did he see the flash photographer, but he did see the shining band of gold as Heero held onto his hand and said, “Duo, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

 

Blink, blink

 

This was the first time that anyone was able to shock the talkative boy speechless. Tears coarse down his heart shaped face making his eyes seem brighter than usual. His free hand reached out and touched Heero's cheek tenderly and quietly whispered, `yes'.

 

Flash

 

They turned to see everyone watching, but they didn't care. Heero slowly slipped the band on Duo's slender ring finger. The crowd cheered, wishing them well and happiness for a bright future together.

 

The former Sandrock pilot leaned into his partner and whispered, “You know Trowa, it's about damn time that those two got together.”

 

Emerald eyes sparkled with delight at that revelation. “I know my love. And just as soon as WuFei gets back from his honeymoon he owes me big.”

 

Aqura marine orbs looked into the mischievous face of his lover.

 

“We made a bet to see if Yuy would proposed or not. He said that he wouldn't and I said that he would.” Trowa's smile broadens even more.

 

“That must have been a lot of money,” Quatre ventured.

 

“More than you'll ever know little one.”

 

oOo End Flashback oOo

 

The picture captured Heero and Duo staring endlessly into each other eyes. The moment was perfect. However, their happiness was anything but that. In a matter of less than two years Relena had managed to blackmail Une into getting Heero to become her personal bodyguard.

 

Right after that Duo quit the team. He was becoming more withdrawn from people he was talking less and would seldom smile. Worse of all his eyes showed every depth of his misery the once luminous violets were now dull and lifeless. His eyes were always red from crying and dark circles appeared under them from the lack of sleep.

 

A knock at the door brought Quatre back to the office/bedroom. A dark haired gentleman stepped in.

 

“Hello WuFei,” the Arabian beamed.

 

“Winner. Barton. Yuy. Is see that we are here for a good reason,” the Chinese boy commented.

 

“No. I just want to make sure that everything runs smoothly tonight.”

 

“Always on top of things, Yuy. By the way does anyone know about the band?” the dark eyed youth asked.

 

That comment piqued the perfect soldier's interest. “No.”

 

Heero's back was facing Quatre. The blonde took the opportunity to gesture to the former Altron pilot not to mention the band.

 

“Well, Chang I'm waiting.” Heero had his arms at his sides - his normal stance when wanting to pull out his gun.

 

“Nothing much, but I've seen them in concern once or twice. They're a really good band.”

 

Thank you Allah, Quatre prayed silently.

 

“Relena picked them. I have no interest in her choice of music. I've giving Trowa the mission specs. You three can discuss it over lunch. I need to do one last sweep of the ballroom and the surrounding area after that I'm meeting Relena for lunch. I'll see you guys then.”

 

The soldier left them in his room. A sigh of relief spread through them. Turning his attention on the nervous blonde WuFei said, “Okay, Winner what's going-on?”

 

oOoOoOo

 

The longhaired American sat in his room casually sipping a can of beer actually it was his fifth can. He wasn't even feeling a buzz, but because of his high resistance to drugs and alcohol from all the training and experiments by Doctor G it would take a lot more for him to even get a headache.

 

Lost in thoughts on how Sean managed to get him here. He knew that he made all the right arguments about not coming to this dreadful place but he obviously was no match against the tall singer, who just so happens to be the son of a prominent defense lawyer.

 

His thoughts were interrupted when…

 

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

 

Too agitated by the disturbance he forgot that he didn't what anyone to know that he was here especially the hostess. He merely said, “It's opened.”

 

Not turning around from his view of the glorious Sanc Kingdom he heard, “Hello, Scythe, or should I say, Mr. Maxwell.”

 

That voice. No, it couldn't be! Duo whipped around and came face to face with none other than, “Dorothy Catalonia.”

 

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A/N: How's that for a cliffhanger. Yeah, I know I'm evil, but hey I have to do something to keep you interested, right?

 

Let me know how the story is going ^_~

 

Nemesis