Well, it was a given that he would get used to his lover's little quirks, just as Duo had gotten used to his own annoying tendencies. Anyway, it wasn't that big of a deal, and Heero happened to like the sound of Duo's voice... even if the young man was talking to himself.
Duo said it was healthy, and no, he wasn't crazy. Duo had the psych exam to prove it. The American just happened to talk to himself. And to the houseplants, but Duo had explained that talking to plants was beneficial to their health because they received a constant stream of carbon dioxide that helped the photosynthesis process. The theory was sound, so Heero had nodded it off.
It wasn't like Duo talked constantly; Duo usually made some sort of noise -- humming, whistling, and sometimes singing -- whenever he was doing something. It was when Duo was *totally* silent that Heero had to worry. The Japanese man knew that his lover talked to fill the silence, a silence that usually allowed his own memories and ghosts to haunt him. Duo had even admitted that having Heero with him had helped to stop the nightmares, and Heero had confessed the same.
They had both fought in two wars and had not-so-happy childhoods. The blue-eyed man reasoned that they both deserved to have a few nightmares over it if they wanted to; and if Duo's method of coping was to talk, then Duo could talk. Heero wasn't going to stop him.
But, for some reason, Heero felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising; that indescribable feeling of something being *wrong* filling his ex-soldier's senses. He paused outside of the bedroom door, pivoting around to scan the living room. Nothing was out of place that he could see, and Duo's voice was chattering in the bedroom behind him.
Nothing was wrong.
Absolutely nothing.
Heero turned again, intent on entering the bedroom and shaking off the strange feeling by losing himself in Duo's embrace. Maybe he was just feeling out of place because he was home early. He had managed to file his paperwork for the latest Preventers case in record time, and with nothing else on his docket, he had decided to surprise his lover. The door opened silently under his fingertips -- it hadn't been latched properly -- and the Japanese man paused yet again to listen to his lover's words.
"-- I mean, I don't know what you're so weirded out about. I love him, after all. And he loves me. What else do you have to worry about? I swear, you're so paranoid sometimes!"
Heero felt a swell of emotion in his chest. He and Duo rarely told each other of their love; he could probably count the number of times they had said, "I love you," to each other on two hands. But they both knew of each other’s feelings; besides, if they didn't love each other, would they have been living with each other for the past five years?
Then that strange feeling slammed into Heero again as Duo continued to speak.
"Fuck, Kid, you dun have ta get nasty about it. I'm just lookin' out for ya, okay?"
That wasn't Duo.
That wasn't Duo's voice.
Duo had a husky tenor, always rife with undercurrent of emotion. The answering voice was gruff, deeper... almost a baritone that was buried under a thick drawl. A sudden stab of jumbled emotion lanced through Heero; anger (how did this person get in the house?), confusion (who is this person?), jealousy (what is he doing in the bedroom with MY Duo?!). Driven by emotion, Heero slammed the bedroom door open, the wood shaking in its hinges and bouncing off the wall, probably leaving a permanent mark in the plaster.
A long chestnut braid whirled around.
Flashing amber eyes looked up from the bed.
Heero stood in the doorway.
And shook his head.
Duo was alone.
Prussian eyes searched the room critically, but the only occupant was Duo, who was sitting on the bed with a shocked look in his amber eyes. Wait. No. In his *violet* eyes. Duo had violet eyes! Heero had always drowned in their depths... he looked again, and there were Duo's shocked *violet* eyes staring at him.
Why had he thought that they were amber?
Then a strange sort of smile crossed Duo's lips, and he levered himself off the bed, stalking towards Heero. But Duo was moving... wrong. Differently. His pace was too wide, as if he was taller. His stance was far too forward, aggressive, angry?
Heero looked into Duo's eyes again, a question on his lips.
It died before the blue-eyed man could utter one syllable.
Duo's eyes were amber.
"Well, lookie here, Kid. Speak 'a the devil an' he will appear, huh? This is real interestin' now."
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Date: 2006-08-18 09:22 pm (UTC)And no. :D YOU CAN'T MAKE MEEEE~
write me a ghostfic drabble plz
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Date: 2006-08-18 11:11 pm (UTC)YES I CAN IT'S A TRADITION BEND OVER.
Any specifics to go with the request? It will be your gift.
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Date: 2006-08-18 11:18 pm (UTC)uhh. What did you want to happen next? Failing that, a talk between Duo and Hilde. Or Duo and Relena. With heero hovering or something.
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Date: 2006-08-18 11:23 pm (UTC)Well, it's gonna be a drabble thing so it doesn't really have to be in order or anything. Just prompt me. Buuut... I suck at writing Hilde. D:
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Date: 2006-08-18 11:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-19 12:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-19 12:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-19 12:29 am (UTC)And I'm on the new comp, so I can't show you what I have of the prequel fic right now. Dumb antivirus updates.
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Date: 2006-08-19 12:34 am (UTC)here's the prequel you greedy thing
Date: 2006-08-19 01:03 am (UTC)Well, it was a given that he would get used to his lover's little quirks, just as Duo had gotten used to his own annoying tendencies. Anyway, it wasn't that big of a deal, and Heero happened to like the sound of Duo's voice... even if the young man was talking to himself.
Duo said it was healthy, and no, he wasn't crazy. Duo had the psych exam to prove it. The American just happened to talk to himself. And to the houseplants, but Duo had explained that talking to plants was beneficial to their health because they received a constant stream of carbon dioxide that helped the photosynthesis process. The theory was sound, so Heero had nodded it off.
It wasn't like Duo talked constantly; Duo usually made some sort of noise -- humming, whistling, and sometimes singing -- whenever he was doing something. It was when Duo was *totally* silent that Heero had to worry. The Japanese man knew that his lover talked to fill the silence, a silence that usually allowed his own memories and ghosts to haunt him. Duo had even admitted that having Heero with him had helped to stop the nightmares, and Heero had confessed the same.
They had both fought in two wars and had not-so-happy childhoods. The blue-eyed man reasoned that they both deserved to have a few nightmares over it if they wanted to; and if Duo's method of coping was to talk, then Duo could talk. Heero wasn't going to stop him.
But, for some reason, Heero felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising; that indescribable feeling of something being *wrong* filling his ex-soldier's senses. He paused outside of the bedroom door, pivoting around to scan the living room. Nothing was out of place that he could see, and Duo's voice was chattering in the bedroom behind him.
Nothing was wrong.
Absolutely nothing.
Heero turned again, intent on entering the bedroom and shaking off the strange feeling by losing himself in Duo's embrace. Maybe he was just feeling out of place because he was home early. He had managed to file his paperwork for the latest Preventers case in record time, and with nothing else on his docket, he had decided to surprise his lover. The door opened silently under his fingertips -- it hadn't been latched properly -- and the Japanese man paused yet again to listen to his lover's words.
oops it's too long
Date: 2006-08-19 01:04 am (UTC)"-- I mean, I don't know what you're so weirded out about. I love him, after all. And he loves me. What else do you have to worry about? I swear, you're so paranoid sometimes!"
Heero felt a swell of emotion in his chest. He and Duo rarely told each other of their love; he could probably count the number of times they had said, "I love you," to each other on two hands. But they both knew of each other’s feelings; besides, if they didn't love each other, would they have been living with each other for the past five years?
Then that strange feeling slammed into Heero again as Duo continued to speak.
"Fuck, Kid, you dun have ta get nasty about it. I'm just lookin' out for ya, okay?"
That wasn't Duo.
That wasn't Duo's voice.
Duo had a husky tenor, always rife with undercurrent of emotion. The answering voice was gruff, deeper... almost a baritone that was buried under a thick drawl. A sudden stab of jumbled emotion lanced through Heero; anger (how did this person get in the house?), confusion (who is this person?), jealousy (what is he doing in the bedroom with MY Duo?!). Driven by emotion, Heero slammed the bedroom door open, the wood shaking in its hinges and bouncing off the wall, probably leaving a permanent mark in the plaster.
A long chestnut braid whirled around.
Flashing amber eyes looked up from the bed.
Heero stood in the doorway.
And shook his head.
Duo was alone.
Prussian eyes searched the room critically, but the only occupant was Duo, who was sitting on the bed with a shocked look in his amber eyes. Wait. No. In his *violet* eyes. Duo had violet eyes! Heero had always drowned in their depths... he looked again, and there were Duo's shocked *violet* eyes staring at him.
Why had he thought that they were amber?
Then a strange sort of smile crossed Duo's lips, and he levered himself off the bed, stalking towards Heero. But Duo was moving... wrong. Differently. His pace was too wide, as if he was taller. His stance was far too forward, aggressive, angry?
Heero looked into Duo's eyes again, a question on his lips.
It died before the blue-eyed man could utter one syllable.
Duo's eyes were amber.
"Well, lookie here, Kid. Speak 'a the devil an' he will appear, huh? This is real interestin' now."
He wasn't Duo.
Re: oops it's too long
Date: 2006-08-19 05:39 am (UTC)So wait, heero already knew duo could channel the dead before he kicked the bucket? well, that puts a new spin on things. XD
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Date: 2006-08-18 11:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-18 11:41 pm (UTC)x_;
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Date: 2006-08-18 11:43 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday from me and Mikke both. ♥
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Date: 2006-08-19 12:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-20 07:18 am (UTC)A happy birthday t'you... and yes, she really does spank people on their birthdays.
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Date: 2006-08-20 12:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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