Current mood: Happy because I saw the really good play and also because of posts! YAY! All those beautiful people... OK, so I'm happy. The angst vampire visited me last night, but I was asleep, so he couldn't bite me. Pity I can't ever seem to ward him off, since he looks like Heero Yuy. I can't ward off a *drool* cute guy even when he's trying to sink his fangs into my neck.
Warning: I'll stop when it gets exciting! Teehee... *crowd groans*
There's No Such Word as Won't
Chapter 1
Duo rubbed his neck as he cautiously put one foot in front of the other, heading for the park. He hoped the walk would take a little longer thant five minutes, since he was as scared as ever by the Perfect Soldier's bizarre message. Pity the walk lasted only three minutes, he thought, grumbling as he swung his black-clad leg over the fence dividing the park from the road.
Among the sea of children playing on the green grass, he spotted Heero at once, on a white-washed bench, seemingly deep in thought as he was bent over a book. He was on the other side of the park. Duo checked his watch. He had come fifteen minutes early, but here was the guy himself.
He must be really desperate for talking, which he hasn't done in all the years I've known him, he grumbled. All that time wasted trying to talk to him and when I finally give up, he comes right along and demands a talk, complete with a threat.
"No such word as won't, no such word as won't," he chanted over and over as he made his way toward the green tank-top wearing pilot. "I won't reject his invitation...if you could call it one..."
"Excuse me?" Heero's eyes peered up at him, a frown knitting his tight mouth. "Oh, it's you, Duo."
"Yeah, it's me." Duo held out his arms as Heero sized him up with an experienced eye. "The Shinigami, God of Death, whatever. And whatever you heard, forget it. Anything to compliment me with?"
"You're getting stupider by the millisecond."
"Oh, thanks a lot. What a real compliment." Duo pouted as he flung himself on the bench next to Heero. He flipped his braid over the back of the bench. "What is it you wanted to talk about? And I thought you always liked to talk in dark places without anyone noticing. Why come to the park where it's stuffed full with children and adults?"
"Because my mission..."
"Oh, hello, Heero, Duo." They glanced up from their 'quiet conversation' to face Quatre Rebarba Winner, his aqua eyes glinting in the sun. He was leaning against the back of their bench, his elbows on the white wood, and his friendly face turning towards each of them.
"Did I hear correct?" Quatre looked amused. "You have a mission after the war, Heero?"
"It's personal," Heero growled.
"OOH!!! PERSONAL?" Duo's face brightened into interest. "The Perfect Soldier has personal troubles?" He jumped up and danced around on the grass, much to the amusement of Quatre. Heero's scowl darkened further as he watched the braided former pilot dance on the grass...and fall flat on his face.
"You're crazy," blurted out a little voice. It belonged to a little boy standing by, his lips pursed as he blew the hair out of his eyes.
"Thank you!" Duo beamed at the kid, as his face snapped up from the grass, covered in green sprinkles. That was enough for Quatre: he burst out laughing, and the kid, having had enough from 'crazy strangers', ran away to his mother.
"So, you were saying personal?" Duo turned to Heero, propping his face up from the grass by putting his chin in his hands. He studied Heero intently, who muttered something and buried his nose in his book.
"He says that he would rather not discuss it here," Quatre interpreted.
"Oh." Duo continued to gaze at Heero. "Then why did he choose this place if he'd rather not discuss anything?"
"I think..." Quatre's gaze drifted to the shouting children, "that's because his mission is here."
Duo followed his gaze. "What? Relena?" He swung around to Heero and Quatre. "But I thought Hilde was shopping with her!"
"Actually, yeah, they were shopping," Heero answered. "Hilde's gone off to go see a movie while Relena's going to spend her free time here." He scowled at the memory of their conversation earlier.
"Your woman is not spending much time with you, Maxwell," Wufei Chang calmly declared as he strode over the grass to great his former companions.
"What about your onna?" Duo snickered as he jerked his head toward Sally Po, heading over to greet Relena. "I think the only time you even spend with her is when you're fighting!"
"Shut up," Wufei snapped.
"Both of you..." Quatre started.
"Shut up," Heero finished, glaring at them. "One little talk was what I wanted and suddenly three Gundam pilots turn up, none of which I want advise from, but needed it so consulted Maxwell, which I really am regretting right now."
"Make that four Gundam pilots," Duo laughed, as the silent, stoic Trowa headed over to them, his long strides covering the whole park in two seconds. He peered out at them.
"Hello!" Duo and Quatre said cheerily.
"Hn," Heero grunted.
Wufei humphed and hurried off toward Sally and Relena.
"What is happening here?" Trowa said quietly. "You're up to something."
"Not yet," Duo told him cheerfully. "Heero's got personal troubles."
"Maxwell!" Heero growled.
Trowa raised one visible eyebrow. "Huh."
"So, has it got anything to do with Relena?" Quatre asked, his gaze leveling with Heero's.
Heero nodded, carefully averting his eyes from the others. Duo hooted, and his head immediately snapped up to make eye contact and one very, very scary death glare. "She's been avoiding me."
"You wanna do the horizontal mambo with her?" Duo asked, absent-mindedly scratching his nose.
Heero gave him another death glare. "Hn."
"You wanna have..."
"We get the picture, Duo," Quatre interrupted him. "What happened, Heero?"
Trowa leaned against a thick, knotted tree trunk beside the bench, his one visible eye on Wufei, Relena, and Sally, of which a certain, arrogant, black-haired, pony-tailed Chinese and a blond, braided, woman in a uniform were arguing heatedly, resulting in Wufei getting smacked on the nose and falling to the ground. Children who had gathered around in a large circle for interest, shrieked delightedly and cheered Sally on, who held her fist high in the air in triumph. Relena was trying to hide her giggles behind her book. Trowa let out an inaudible snort and focused on the conversation.
"Relena was acting...weird this morning...and she said we were done for, relation-ship wise," Heero frowned.
"Ooh, that's tough," Duo commented, in his back-handed, face-slapping, and pretty tactless way. "Getting dumped by your own boss..."
"We weren't doing anything, so I did not get dumped," Heero grinded out from clenched teeth.
"Please, please," Quatre said, holding up his hands and trying to calm the two down. "Heero?"
"That's it."
"How are we going to help you when you won't tell us why, where, how, and..."
"We?" Trowa and Quatre both frowned at the same time.
"You want to, don't you?"
"Well..." they glanced at each other, and then said, "No. We're not messing with this."
"Fine," Duo pouted, and heglanced back at Heero. "Come on, give us some details!"
"I won't." Heero folded his book away. "And I intend to..."
"Heero, tell us what you want to do," Quatre said. "With Relena, I mean."
"Get in her good books," Heero stated.
"Have..." Duo started.
"Shut up," Trowa sighed. "Okay, Duo'll get you in her good books. He'll try, at least. And...whatever else he mentioned."
"Good." Heero stood up. "Just keep this from Relena."
They watched as he strode away, offered an arm to a stiff-looking Relena, and they marched away. Duo sighed happily and turned to the others. "Wanna make a bet?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
"On what grounds?" Quatre frowned at him, playing idly with his hair.
"On the grounds that I will have Heero and Relena, uh, together and happy by the end of the month. For fifty dollars."
"Hm." Trowa picked at a piece of grass. "A hundred dollars say that you'll take until next year to get them together."
Quatre sighed. "Two hundred says that Miss Relena finds out and rejects Heero more, based on hurting her feelings."
"Hey, we can't hurt her feelings!" Duo protested. "We just want her and Heero together, make the two of them realize just how much they are made for each other!"
"Just because you have the emotional range of a toothpick, Maxwell, doesn't mean that onna doesn't," Wufei smirked. He walked toward them and rested a hand on the bench, leaning against it. "Three hundred says that Maxwell can't do anything at all."
"You're on," Duo crowed. "Three hundred it is! Let the games begin!"
TBC
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Poor Relena. She doesn't know an idiot is planning to put her and Heero together. Thanks for all the reviews! I have lotsa free time, so I'll write quite frequently! Gimme more ideas for warnings...
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
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Oh, this is going to be great! Sort of reminds me of "Two Can Play" by Kristen Elizabeth, but different... He-he-he... 
