Continuity: Figurative Brotherhood
Length: One-shot
Pairing: 1xR
Prompt: None
Teaser: "Never piss off your woman. It makes my job more difficult. Also, Sally says don't get Relena pregnant. She's too young for that."
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5227951/3/F ... rotherhood
Disclaimer: GW = not mine
Author's Note: Angsty start but it gets better from there, I assure you. Heero sort of wins in this one but not against Relena. :p
Figurative Brotherhood
by mistress amethyst une
Team Players
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~Article 61~
If a Bro, for whatever reason, becomes aware of another Bro's anniversary with a chick, he shall endeavor to make that information available to his Bro, regardless of whether he thinks his Bro already knows.
--taken from The Bro Code by Barney Stinson with Matt Kuhn, p. 82
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Clingy? He wished. She was the antithesis of the word.
Sure, she followed him around quite a bit when they first met but she quickly gave up the chase in favor of affairs of state. From the beginning, he had simply served as a distraction, something to help keep her mind off her lonely little life. Meeting him had opened the world up to her, made her life a lot more interesting. Who needed to follow a silly boy around when there was a war to be stopped? Why run after someone who reminds you of the lead in your favorite suspense novel when you can play the lead yourself? When the novelty of following him had worn off, she opted to keep herself occupied with more important matters. World peace, for example.
This had flustered Heero to no end. In no time flat, he found himself hallucinating her, hearing her voice, dreaming about her, muttering her name to himself at inopportune moments for no good reason and, dare he say it, missing her. Of all the women in the world to become infatuated with, to suddenly find himself stricken with obsession... Why did it have to be the girl he might someday need to kill? Oh sure, she openly showed him fondness. Fondness! She wanted him to stay by her side but she always made it clear that he was free to come and go as he pleased. Damn it...couldn't she understand that he didn't want to go? Why did she keep giving him the option? And why was he always stupid enough to take it?
Thankfully, Heero had come to his senses soon after he realized that he would never be able to kill her. He supposed it was somewhere between the first time he lost consciousness in her arms, during the Mariemaia coup, and the second time, when, in a drunken stupor, he passed out after throwing up on her.
During that first time in her arms, he realized two things. First, she was stronger than she looked to be able to catch him in free fall like that. Second, he could get away with nuzzling her breasts if he was half-dead and the moment was sufficiently dramatic enough for her not to notice.
During the second time, he learned even more. Her strength hadn't diminished in the least, if the way she hauled his drunk ass into her house was any indication. She wasn't squeamish either, judging from how she didn't flinch as he literally and figuratively spilled his guts. Note to self: love confessions generally work better if you aren't dry heaving between sentences as your vomit covered love interest helps you hold your head up over her once immaculate Italian porcelain toilet.
He spent the whole night slipping in and out of consciouness, her worried face being the first thing to greet him each time he opened his eyes. The object of his obsession cried for him, and it left him throughly shaken. All this time, he had thought she would be happier without him. That was why he had left... She no longer needed a distraction. She was no longer lonely.
But she was lonely. Lonelier than ever.
The world he had introduced her to threatened to swallow her whole, and she was afraid. Still, even with all her buried fear and insecurity, she would never have followed him to the extent she did when she was younger. She liked having him around but what could she do? Beg him to stay? Tell him he couldn't go? She was nobody's ball and chain. With her knowledge of life as a caged bird, she wasn't about to become Heero's prison. If he was happy out in space, without her, she was more than glad to feign happiness for his sake.
But he wasn't happy.
Out in space, he realized he needed her like gravity. Something to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground so he could walk forward, something to keep him from floating into nothingness...
Back on earth, she realized she needed him like wings. The world didn't offer her freedom; it was simply a bigger cage. She needed him, needed to know he would be there to help her soar, needed to know she was at least free to love and be loved in return.
And all it took for them to admit this to each other was a bad bottle of moonshine...
It had been a year since then. If there was one thing Heero took pride in, it was his ability to keep his calendar straight. Of course, his friends didn't have quite as much faith in his talents as he did. On his desk, he found a bouquet of sunflowers, a hotel card key, two tickets to a six o' clock horror flick and...a condom? He read the note, admiring the neat calligraphy of the first few sentences:
"Never piss off your woman. It makes my job more difficult. Also, Sally says don't get Relena pregnant. She's too young for that."
"Wufei," he smirked, reading on as the penmanship changed to bold print.
"I picked the bouquet. They're hypoallergenic sunflowers. They're symbolic of adoration and, on the off-chance that she has a pollen allergy, genetically engineered not to make her sneeze. Take good care of her."
And that was Trowa. Always giving things a deeper meaning. Heero continued, reading the next few elaborate cursive sentences.
"Dinner's on me. Dorothy and I got you a table at Xiomara for after the movie. That's Spanish for 'ready for battle,' if you're wondering. It's our favorite place and quite close to HQ. I'm sure you can find it. Order the paella but steer cleer of the spicier dishes. Dorothy recommends the churros con chocolate to go. With the hotel room we got you, we doubt you'll have time for dessert."
It seemed Quatre went all out. There was no way one could miss Xiamora out on the street. It was the most expensive place in town and tables were nearly impossible to get. He would have to be a lot nicer to Dorothy next time they saw each other. He heaved a sigh, mentally preparing himself for whatever Duo had written. The messy scrawl of the last few statements was barely legible but it served its purpose.
"Good luck, pal. Hope you enjoyed our team effort. Treat the princess well. I thought you'd do better with a horror flick since you slept through the rom com during our double date. Try not to shoot at the screen, ok buddy? I splurged on 3D to up the scare factor. Know your girl's brave but this is her license to cling to you so take advantage. Also, don't fill up on popcorn. Prices are robbery and you don't wanna spoil your dinner."
Heero smiled to himself. It seemed they had it all planned out for him. He had intended to cook her dinner but this week's experiments in the kitchen had been inedible. With this new itinerary, tonight was going to go great.
"Thank you," he blurted to nobody in particular.
He thought he heard Duo yell "You're welcome!" This was soon followed by a loud crash that sounded far too real. Upon opening the door, Heero smirked down at the three Preventers and the CEO sprawled on the floor, entangled in their listening equipment. Wufei's hand still covered Duo's mouth as Quatre and Trowa fought with wires.
"Again, thank you," stated Heero, effectively suppressing his laughter before closing the door behind him.
Once he had finally managed to pry Wufei's hand off, Duo sighed.
"Typical...he didn't laugh at the condom."
"I told you," declared Wufei smugly. "Birth control is no laughing matter. Pay up, Maxwell."
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One-shot finished.
Might or might not write about the date. Really depends on if I can pull off "Article 29: If two Bros decide to catch a movie together, they may not attend a screening that begins after 4:40 PM. Also, despite the cost savings, they shall not split a tub of popcorn, choosing instead to procure individual bags." That would mean I'd have Duo and Wufei follow them (Quatre and Trowa don't strike me as voyeuristic.). It's be a stretch since I've never really written Wuffers at length before. Might be a long wait and it's not a sure thing... :sweatdrop: