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Gundam Wing is not mine. For those of you who don't know this, there are special places to help you.
It had been a week since they'd had the all-out spitting match over the journal. It was now safely in the top drawer beside
their bed. Heero never touched it, but Duo began telling him more about his past. Heero began doing the same.
A perfect ending? With these two? Ah-ha-ha. No.
Heero had to get a job, and was close to the Preventors headquarters. Coincidence or fate, he decided to try the place out.
Duo worried like a mother-hen, but let it slide.
There were still tense moments. Moments where Heero plainly saw Duo staring at him as if he would up and run off, leaving
him all alone again. Moments when no matter what Heero did, Duo did not believe.
But those times became less and farther between with every time Heero went over and confronted those looks. Those were times
when words were impediments. Lust was nonexistent. Heero merely held Duo until he relaxed. Only then would the talking begin.
Quatre, of course, dragged Trowa in for them to meet almost every bloody day. Heero met Wufei in the Preventors and dragged
him over every once in a while.
Perfect? No. But a thousand times better.
“Duo, we're gonna be late,” Heero called to the bedroom as he straightened his tie. They were going out, once
again in the past week, this time chosen by none other than Quatre. Apparently he'd made a reservation for the entire room
even though there would be only the five of them. Heero couldn't wait to see Wufei in a suit. He'll be uncomfortable as
hell, Heero thought.
Duo came out of the bedroom growling at his own tie, a jumbled mass around his neck. Heero choked trying to hide his laughter.
Duo shot him an irritated glare. “This is a pain in the ass,” Duo complained.
“True,” Heero chuckled. “Just think of the food.”
Duo stopped then. “Yep, you're right. It's almost worth it.”
Heero had to bite his lip this time to keep from laughing. “Come here and let me help.” He straightened Duo's
tie and they headed for the door.
“Wait – one second.” And Duo raced back into the bedroom.
Heero sighed, but waited patiently. Duo was as adamant as he about being punctual. It had to be something important.
Duo came out bearing gifts Heero had never seen before, struggling under their weight. “Duo, what the hell?” Heero
immediately came over to help.
“I have something to tell everyone when we get to the restaurant,” he grunted, giving Heero a grateful smile when
half the packages were transferred to other arms.
“Oh?” He opened the door for Duo, gaining an grateful grunt and a “I could've gotten it” from his
lover. “Of course,” he assured, and smiled when Duo harrumphed.
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They arrived at the restaurant late, of course, and were greeted in the room by their friends. Heero stuck close to Duo, knowing
how emotional his lover sometimes got. Having their friends greet them was something they never thought they would see.
Everyone quickly got up to help them with their load, exclaiming over the gifts.
“Duo! Heero! What's all this for?!” Quatre cried, moving to Duo's side while Trowa helped Heero.
“Hell if I know,” Heero replied, shooting a thankful grin to Trowa. Whatever Duo had bought, he hadn't thought
of overall weight.
“Maxwell!” Wufei cried in indignation. “How can you get us all gifts and not tell us!” Heero knew
Wufei meant that it was somehow unjust for a friend to give a gift and get nothing in return.
Duo looked down quickly, though, and Heero knew just as immediately that Duo thought he had done something terribly wrong.
Heero went to him and touched his arm. “It is, apparently, for some sort of surprise that Duo will spring on us.”
Wufei growled. “If he has good news, shouldn't we be giving him presents?” But Wufei looked curiously
at the boxes in front of him.
Duo mumbled something unintelligible, and Trowa intervened by asking Heero about his first case as Preventor.
“Damn red tape,” Heero immediately muttered, making Wufei laugh. They talked about the case as much as they could,
and everyone started joking about how easy doing the same things were a helluva lot easier during a war. Duo relaxed enough
to enter the conversation.
“So,” Trowa said finally, looking up from the food delivered to them to stare at Duo, “will we find out
why we have mountains of presents piled around our table or are we supposed to guess?”
Duo blushed. “Well, I...” He looked up and smiled slightly when he saw Heero's reassuring look. “My...”
He flicked his eyes to Wufei, “my poetry is being published in a book... it'll be sent out even to the colonies.”
Cheers went up from Quatre's side of the table, making one of his bodyguards outside jump and look inside. Trowa immediately
sent up congratulations while Wufei looked at Duo in surprise, not knowing that Duo was a poet. Then he congratulated Duo,
as well.
Duo was looking down and blushing, flicking his eyes to Heero. He seemed to freeze a bit when Heero stood.
Heero got Duo out of his chair and out of the room, waving exaggeratedly at the guys. Quatre and Trowa both snickered, but
Wufei was frowning at him.
“Heero...?” Duo questioned, looking at Heero quizzically... hurtfully.
“I love you,” he said simply, moving Duo into the bathroom and then scooping him up off his feet and twirling
him around. “I love you,” he repeated before bringing Duo down for a resounding kiss.
Duo twined his arms around Heero's neck and laughed, his beautiful violet eyes sparkling. “I love you, too.”
Their lips met again, a harmony in their movements. Heero's heart lifted.
Perfect? Perhaps... yes.
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^__^ End. Hope you liked.
P.S. - What was in the presents, you ask? How the hell should I know?
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