Hihi! semi-newbie here who's been lurking for a few days...I thought
I'd throw this out there, since I haven't seen many gw fics...uhm,
what else? No lemon in this one, just shounen ai stuff. Please email
me privately with C&C. You can flame too, if you don't like the idea
of gundam wing yaoi, but i wouldn't expect an answer from me...hope
someone likes!

thera

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Never be importunate. Never, never, never. That's the
quickest way to the dusty street outside. Never.
-Oromedron

 "Oi, Heero, come on and join us."
 "No."
 Quatre stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, staring at
Heero's back. He sighed. Heero *never* wanted to socialize with them.
Now that they had a bit of a break from missions, Quatre was sure now
was the time for them all to really get to know each other. How else
were they supposed to work as a team? He sighed again, then
brightened.
 "Duo went to get some stuff for us to drink! We could-"
 "Quatre." Heero turned around on the bed, setting his laptop aside.
"I know better than to be around you four when sake's involved. I read
the fics too you know." With that, he turned around again, and went
back to his typing.
 Quatre pouted at his back, then, finding this had no effect on Heero,
he gave up and went back into the main room. Trowa sat on the couch,
reading.
 "Trowaaaaa," Quatre complained, throwing himself down on the couch a
little ways from where Trowa sat. One visible green eye slide from the
contents of the page to look at him, faintly amused. "Trowa, Heero
won't have anything to do with us. I thought we were all going to sit
down and talk tonight."
 Trowa went back to his book. "Heero does what he wants. You know
that."
 "Yeah, but..." Quatre pouted. He looked over at Wufei, who was
sitting by the fire in the grate, stroking the long white fur of a
stray cat Duo had picked up from the street. "I just wish we could
all-"
 "Son of a BITCH, it's cold out there!!"
 Duo, of course. He slammed the door shut and shook newly fallen show
out of his hair and began to shed the layers of clothing he'd put on
for his trip.
 Quatre ran to him. "What did you get?" he asked, eyeing the bag Duo
had set down by the door.
 "What else?" The American pilot grinned. "He reached into the bag and
pulled out three bottles. "Only the best for a cold winter's night!"
The carried the clinking bottles to where Wufei sat by the fire.
 "Hey, buddy," Duo said to the cat, who'd left the comfort of Wufei's
lap to rub up against Duo's leg, purring. Wufei stared at him, not
pleased that he'd been forsaken for a loudmouthed idiot.
 "So," he said, sighing and looking around at the other three. "When
does this party get underway?"
 "As soon as we can drag Heero away from his laptop to actually join
us for once," Quatre mumbled. Duo looked at him, then his gaze swept
the rest of them.
 He stood up. "I'll get him!" he said cheerily and bounded off in the
direction of Heero's room.

 "Ne, Heero...?"
 No answer from the hunched over figure on the side of the bed.
 "Heero?" Duo took another step into the room. Still no answer. Just
the sound of lightening speed typing.
 "Heeeeeero..." Duo crooned, crawling onto the edge of the bed and
looking over Heero's shoulder. He swiftly found himself flat on his
back, his jaw throbbing. He managed to look up to see Heero getting up
and folding the top of his computer down.
 "Dammit, Heero! You don't have to hit so hard!!" Duo yelled, rubbing
his jaw.
 "You shouldn't be so nosy then," came the calm, soft spoken reply.
 "I was only trying to see what was so important that you'd ignore the
rest of us for." Duo stood up to collect himself. Heero slid the
laptop under his bed and turned back to Duo.
 "I'm just mapping out a few things," he said calmly.
 "Heero! This is a close to vacation as we get! You're not supposed to
be doing work now!" Duo pouted well enough to give Quatre a run for
his money and folded his arms. Heero didn't turn around, which
maddened him to no end.
 "Well fine then! Know what? We don't want you then. You can just stay
in here forever. See if I care." He stormed out.
 Quatre looked up at him expectantly when he came back and Duo
shrugged. "Not coming," he said quickly, opening one of the bottles.
He shrugged again, taking a long drink from it. "Who needs him." He
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smacking loudly.
 Trowa and Quatre exchanged glances. "Maybe this isn't such a good
idea," Quatre said suddenly. "I mean, there's lots of other fun things
we could do-"
 All four pilots looked at each other.
 "On second thought, let's just stick to the simple stuff," he
countered, reaching for the bottle Duo still held.
 "That's more like it!" Duo cheered, handing a bottle to Trowa. "Here
ya go. You look like you need it."
 Trowa glared at him. "I need it?" he said softly.
 Duo smiled and took out the third bottle, opening it and tipping it
back. "Well, yeah," he said. When Trowa looked even more confused, Duo
gestured with his head to the blond boy with the bottle at his lips
still. Duo raised his eyebrows and grinned at the tall pilot. Trowa
looked away from his eyes.
 "Uh huh," Duo said, smirking. He watched as Trowa took nearly a
quarter of the bottle in one take.
 "Hey, Wu-man, take this," he called, tossing the bottle to Wufei,
who'd selfishly grabbed the cat back into his lap. "And loosen up a
bit!"

 Heero could hear them laughing even with the door closed. He laid
back on his bed, arms behind his head and he stared up at the ceiling.
He wished he could shut out the sound of their having fun, but he
couldn't. And he particularly couldn't shut out the distinctive sound
of Duo's laugh.
 He shook his head and closed his eyes.

<A few hours and three bottles later...>

 "Contemptuous dog!! I'll get you for that!!" Wufei lunged at Duo,
knocking him back onto the wooden floor. "You'll pay for your cursed
slander!!"
 Duo writhed underneath him, thankful that the alcohol had somewhat
crippled Wufei's aim with his fists. "Lemme alone, Wu! I didn't
necessarily mean you when I said that!!"
 Quatre looked up from his comfortable position against Trowa's
shoulder. "They look kinda serious," he said dazedly. There was the
softest sound of agreement from Trowa, who looked as if he were about
to fall asleep. Quatre giggled. Good luck over the sound of drunken
growling and flailing limbs knocking against the floor.
 Wufei managed to catch Duo in the stomach and the long-haired pilot
rolled over, gasping for breath. "You son of a bi-" he growled,
lunging at Wufei, who'd decided he'd won and was starting to get up to
go to bed. He knocked the Chinese pilot back on the floor and pulled
the little ponytail at the back of Wufei's neck. Hard.
 "That was for all the hair remarks I have to put up with!" he yelled
insanely over Wufei's howling. He laughed again but quickly found
himself sliding across the floor being tugged by his braid.
 "My remedy for that," Wufei said, making a beeline for the kitchen
dragging Duo with him. He pulled out the scissors and Duo's eyes got
the size of dinner platters.
 "Um, Trowa? Maybe we should help Duo?" Quatre tried again, only to be
answered by a soft snore. He sighed and disentangled himself from
Trowa's limps arms and made a mental note to himself.
Trowa+alcohol=sleepy drunk=no sex.
 He pulled himself off the couch and stumbled to Heero's room. Not
even bothering to knock, he just opened the door and went right in and
jumped on the bed. Heero sat straight up, his eyes seeming to glow in
the darkness of the room. "Why, Heero, did I actually catch you off
guard?"
 Heero glared.
 "You're in here for a reason..?" he growled softly. Quatre made
another mental note. Heero *really* doesn't like being woken up.
 "Um, Duo's about to be bald," Quatre blurted out. "And I'm not going
near Wufei when he's got scissors in his hands."
 Heero sighed and pulled himself up from his bed and walked stiffly to
the door where he was met with an...interesting sight.
 Trowa lay passed out on the couch, his shirt half open. Wufei stood
on the counter, laughing like a maniac and tugging on Duo's braid,
scissors in his hands. Duo cringed against the counter, spitting
curses, while weeping on fear for his hair.
 "Quatre."
 "Hmm?"
 "Why doesn't Duo have any clothes on?"
 "He's got his boxers!" Quatre giggled. "He was playing strip poker.
He was losing."
 "*You* beat him at strip poker?" Heero sound mildly amused.
 "No," Quatre answered, giggling even more. "That's the sad part. He
was playing with the cat-"
 At that point, Duo had spotted him and raced over to hide behind him.

 "You gotta save me Heero," Duo whimpered from behind him. "You don't
wanna see me bald, do you?"
 Wufei leapt off the counter and stood in front of Heero. He pointed
at Duo behind him. "Can I have him please?" he said calmly.
 Heero eyed the scissors. "You delinquent," he said, grabbing the
scissors from Wufei's hands. "I bet you run with them at home too.
Make this a fair fight." With that, he shoved Duo back towards Wufei,
who looked slightly miffed at having his toy taken away.
 "I'll get you, Yuy!" he promised before Duo got his revenge and
socked him in the soft part of his stomach. He collapsed to the floor,
gasping.
 Duo stood triumphantly over him, petting his braid that fell over his
shoulder.
 Quatre had returned to where Trowa was just becoming aware of the
events happening. "Come on Trowa," Quatre said, pulling at the tall
pilot's arm so he could help him to his room.
 The two of them disappeared down the hall.
 Wufei lay passed out on the floor.
 The cat was oblivious to all and lay licking itself by the smoldering
fire.
 Duo looked at Heero.
 Then he looked down and turned such a flattering shade of crimson
when he realized what he was wearing. "Uh, you see, I was-"
 Heero actually smiled and held up his hand. "Nevermind. At least I
know never to play cards with the cat."
 Duo blushed deeper and stepped over Wufei's prone body. "I,
uh..Thanks Heero."
 "Hn." Heero turned back to his room. Only mildly annoyed that Duo,
who'd at least pulled on his jeans from the floor, followed him at
least to the doorway. Heero laid back down on the bed, choosing use to
use his best tactic to make Duo go away. Ignore him.
 "Heero, I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. I didn't mean
it."
 "Didn't you?" Heero snapped suddenly.
 Duo ventured into the room and timidly sitting down on the bed. He
cleared his throat and vowed to himself that he would be careful of
what he said. Alcohol did wonders to the way he acted around Heero. "I
didn't, Heero, honest! I was just mad you didn't want to be around
us."
 "Hn," came the expected reply. "Maybe I just don't see the point in
it."
 "What do you mean?"
 Heero sat up and in a rare show of what was on his mind, he said, "I
don't see the point of us spending the time to get to know one another
when any minute we could be called out again. It's a waste of time."
 Duo stared at him. "But..but, Heero.." It was a landmark moment. Duo
Maxwell was at a loss for words.
 Heero smiled. "Anyone of us could be dead after the next mission. Why
give each other that grief," he said softly, staring up at the
ceiling.
 "I don't think Trowa and Quatre see it that way!" Duo said earnestly,
his hands clenching into fists.
 "They'll learn. They'll see that it's not worth it-"
 Duo backhanded him across the face. They stared at each other for a
brief moment and Duo didn't have to make a decision to do it. That was
the beauty of being drunk. He just did it.
 He grabbed Heero's face in his hands and pressed his lips to Heero's.
"It's always worth it," he said angrily, though the expression on his
face was more of hurt than anything else. He let Heero's head go and
stumbled to get up and leave.
 Heero sat on the bed, frozen where he was before he lifted his hand
to his lips.

 Baka!!
 Duo cursed himself, throwing himself down onto his bed and burying
his face in the pillows. Why? WHY had he done that? He KNEW better
than to be alone with Heero without all his inhibitions.
 He was surprised Heero hadn't decked him one for it. But he couldn't
help himself. He couldn't stand Heero being the unfeeling thing he
was. He was determined to make him feel something at least!!
 He sat up and touched his mouth. Well. He shrugged in his own
thoughts. He'd gotten to kiss Heero anyway, but how was he going to
make up for that one? He could always blame it on the alcohol in the
morning. That's what it was. He would apologize and swear himself
sober for the rest of his life. But would Heero even see him in the
morning? The blue-eyed pilot was known for disappearing in the middle
of the night. Duo sighed and petted his braid absently.
 Well if Heero decided to run again, Duo deserved the loneliness he
would leave behind. He shouldn't have done it.
 Duo laid back down a stroked the length of his braid some more,
letting his mind wander back to the closed-mouthed kiss he'd given
Heero. Even that had sent shivers down his body. He rolled over and
pushed his face into the pillow. This was no good. Thinking about it
would only make it worse.