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One year
later…
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“Hurry it up
already! I’m getting tired of just
sitting here! Heero’s waiting!” Duo complained
from the front seat of the car.
Trowa, loading luggage into the trunk, looked up as he
closed the trunk, then walked around and took his place in the driver’s
seat. Instead of turning the car on,
however, he turned to gaze at the braided pilot. “Give me one good reason why I should hurry.”
“Quatre.”
The car left without further hesitation.
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Quatre pulled aside the
curtain on the front window and glanced out at the driveway. Heero, seated behind him, snorted at the
motion. Quatre half turned, the curtain
dropping back over the window with a forlorn swish.
“Quatre, they’ll get here sooner or later. Looking out the window isn’t going to make
them come any faster.” The prussian eyed pilot assured his friend, turning off
the TV as he did so. Some of the
annoying habits Duo had displayed much of the time on previous trips had worn
off on him during his convalescence, Quatre noted. With a sigh, the blonde boy turned unconsciously towards the
curtain.
“Don’t.” Heero told him sternly. He looked at the clock, and then nodded towards the kitchen. “Let’s do something while we wait, like make
lunch.”
“A-all right.” Quatre said hesitantly.
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“Faster! FASTER,
Trowa! I’m SURE this thing can go faster than it’s going!” Duo said
impatiently.
“Duo, it isn’t a Gundam.
The speed limit is 75, and we’re already going about 7 miles per hour
over that. So it’s better to NOT go any
faster. After all, a cop won’t grant
you a favor just because you’re the God of Death.” Trowa said, with something
resembling a smirk.
“Boy, when you talk you talk.” Duo said, settling into his
seat with a sigh.
Trowa pointed at a sign.
“Look, it’s only twenty-three miles to Lubbock. Surely you can wait THAT long.” Trowa said,
smirking ever so slightly.
“It’s torture, that’s what it is, TORTURE!” Duo said
agitatedly.
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Quatre had successfully constructed a beautiful salad,
which had continued to gain toppings even after it was at the point of running
over the bowl by the time Heero finally stopped him.
“That’s enough.” The Japanese pilot told the small blonde
sternly, pulling some chicken out of the oven as he did so. Quatre, a year ago, would have laughed at
the very thought of Heero Yuy being domestic, yet here he was, with potholders,
poking chicken legs and wiping off a table.
The very thought boggled the mind.
Just then, an urgent pounding on the door sounded, broken
by shouting, the words not intelligible but the tone of voice recognizable.
“It’s-“
Before he finished the phrase, Heero had all but thrown the
potholders down and run into the other room, even as Quatre rescued a piece of
chicken on the verge of falling. He
heard the door slam open and more conversation start, Duo’s happy squeal and
the deeper tones of Heero’s voice, then a brief splash of conversation as the
kitchen door opened.
“Got lost in the ruins of this old university, took us
forever to find this place. Sorry we
were late but we…” the door swung shut again, Trowa leaning against it and
smiling at Quatre.
“Trowa!” Quatre said.
Ever the gentleman, he wiped his hands off before running to hug his
boyfriend. “Trowa! It’s really you! It feels like it’s been years…”
“Only about eight months, but that’s enough.” Trowa
said. He jerked his head towards the
living room. “Those two are quite the
show-offs.”
Quatre blushed.
“Well, it’s pretty private in here…”
Trowa nodded and just as he moved to kiss Quatre, the door
slammed into both, knocking them over.
“Oops!” Duo said as he walked in, seeing both boys sprawled
on the floor. He laughed madly. “Was I interrupting?” moving over to the
stove, the boy poked a piece of chicken, then favored it a grin.
“Hello Duo,” Quatre said, a bit breathlessly. After all, he’d been knocked over and fallen
on…
Duo heard Quatre’s tone of voice and cackled madly. “Ooh, I WAS interrupting! On a kitchen floor? Quatre, I somehow
expected this of you.”
Quatre blushed bright red, a red to match the color of the
tomatoes in the salad. “N-no Duo, I
think you’re mistaken, you see we were just-“
“It’s always ‘we were just.’” Duo said, with a wicked
grin. “Did you know that? ‘We were just examining the carpet.’” He
snorted. “That’s one of my favorites
you know.”
By this time Quatre was blushing madly and opening and
closing his mouth as if trying to say something, but not quite managing to get
the words out.
“Chill, Q-man.” Duo said.
He poked at something in the salad.
“Are we gonna EAT this?”
“Duo! That’s my
salad!” Quatre said. Duo pulled his
finger out of the lettuce with the look of a guilty young child pasted across
his features.
All three turned to look as Heero walked in. Levitating towards the braided boy
instantly, Heero voiced a simple question.
“Well, shall we eat?”
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After the lunch, the boys returned to the living room and
sat. Quatre looked at Trowa and Duo,
then smiled.
Duo’s voice broke the silence. “So what happened to that
dude and his sister?”
“Draco and Lyra?” Quatre provided innocently. “Well, they joined a terraforming team. They didn’t want to overburden the
Preventers, they said.”
Duo nodded. “No
offense to them, I’m sure they’re REALLY nice people—but they were kinda
scary. Just thinking about them. They were part machine. I used to joke that Heero was, but after
seeing THEM, I’m not gonna joke anymore.”
Quatre nodded solemnly, then smiled. “Well, Wufei should be back any day
now! Then we’ll all be together again!”
Duo looked around at the others and nodded. After so long, it’d be nice to have all five
together again, even if just for a short time.
Being with the others felt like being with family.
Duo wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything in the world.
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