Title: In Disguise 6/6
Author: Canisa
Pairing: Lead to.Meiran+5 and ..^__^ 1+2!!!!
Warning: AU (NO GUNDAMS!!! Just the gw boys). **Violence** and ** VERBAL ABUSE!!!*** Shounen ai. Cross-dressing, attempted sap.
Note: This story is inspired from yoshizumi wataru's manga. Well, at least the concept ^__^ have to do some changes to fit our GW boys in it ^__^;;;
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This chapter is dedicated to Oriana who generously drew a pic of Duo for In Disguise!!!
Chapter 6 --- A New Beginning ----
He was gone.
Just like that. Puff. Like a rabbit in a magician's hand. One moment it was there staring at people with its over-sized cutzy eyes, the next moment it was engulfed in a curtain of smoke and vanished without a trace.
Yes. Heero Yuy was just like that...except that he did not look at people with adorable, full of expression eyes and that there was no fancy smoke curtain to mask his path of disappearance.
Heero Yuy, was just.. Gone.
But his stuff still remained in his room. His books, his clothes.. The whole room still reeked with his smell, a detergent smell, not cologne but the type that emitted a faint lemon fresh. It was weird, like he just stepped out of the room and was expected to return any time soon. But then, of course, the fantasy bubble was burst when the cleaning people finally came two days later. They sprayed the disinfectant, wiping down the furniture and wall and destroying the Heero Yuy smell. Then they cleared out all his personal stuff and threw them into trash without a blink of an eye.
Duo Maxwell was not even there in time to salvage any of his belongings.
It was pathetic really. The way the longhaired American stared at the empty room with an equally empty expression. If people didn't know better, they would have thought he was in mourning.
Or... perhaps he was.
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Meiran was annoyed. She was annoyed at everyone, the world, even the seemingly innocent hamburger in her hand.
"What's the matter?" Catherine just couldn't help it. She peered at her friend, watching her frowning at the untouched food. The ketchup juice was now dripping down the sandwich in a very unappetizing manner.
"You ever wonder what the hell is in this meat?" Meiran suddenly turned to her friend, her expression serious. She pointed at the hamburger. "I mean, it's beef but what part of cow do they take the meat from? Think about it, they charge like 99 cent for a freaking hamburger. Let's say they have a 40% profit margin, then the material cost must be like 60 cents?! I don't think they sell 60-cent ground beef in the supermarket. Not to mention the bread, the cheese, the onion..."
"Just eat the silly hamburger." Catherine sighed. "What's bothering you, Meiran? I know you are a dork at times but I don't think you really care about the hamburger meat." Catherine smiled sweetly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Aww. Come'on. It would make you feel better." Catherine inched closer.
"Nothing really."
"You are damn smart but you can be such a kid sometimes." Catherine let out a chuckle, watching the way her friend pouted her little lips. "Something about that Heero Yuy's expel?"
Meiran crossed her arms. "Duo is a idiot." She suddenly exploded into words. "My bro.. " Meiran quickly looked around the cafeteria. "I mean, my -sister-is as stupid as she can be. Can you guess what the baka did?"
"What?" Catherine generously supplied the punch line and sipped on her orange juice.
"Duo thought I was chasing after Heero!!!!!" Meiran's eyes were as wild. "He. She refused Heero when he asked her out. What an idiot!!! Baka baka BAKA!!!"
"Really?!" Catherine was sitting up straight now. "Poor Duo!!!"
"Poor Duo? POOR DUO!!???" Meiran snorted. "How could she even be stupid enough to think I would fall for Heero? I even try to encourage him to get close to Heero!!!!"
"You think Heero left the school because of this? Because Duo refused him?"
Meiran snorted again, this time louder. "YEAH! I would if I were him!!! If I ask someone twice and got rejected, I wouldn't have enough dignity to stay here!"
Catherine thumped her best friend lightly on the shoulder. "Where is Duo then?"
"Still sitting in her room mopping." Meiran sighed. "She just sits there and does nothing. I don't know what to do... I try everything. From yelling at him..er.. I mean her to promote her to do something, Anything! And then I even try to sweet talk, but she acted like I was not even there."
"That's scary."
"I know."
"No. I meant your sweet talking." Catherine smiled.
Meiran glared.
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Quatre Roberta Winner hated to be famous. Hated to the bone in fact. Though as gentle as he could be, he hated the whole package of being the son of a very important senator whose words could practically move the country into any direction he wished.
And the fact that he did not choose this did not make him feel better.
Movie stars, singers or political leaders had selected their life styles, knowing that they were giving up their private life for other gains. But as for Quatre, he did not have a choice and was unfortunately enough to be born into this. And the fact that his potential of being a leader had shun at the tender age of 17 was not helping either.
Quatre was convinced that he was conned into this. It was totally unfair to him. Though he had fought really hard to stay with his childhood friends in a public school, his father never left him alone by himself. Even after four years in high school, Quatre was still uncomfortable about the bodyguards that follow him around in the school.
It was not that Quatre disliked them. No. Quatre, being the good-natured person, could never bring himself to dislike anyone. In fact, Quatre treated his bodyguards well, addressing them like his friends and never belittling them like servants. But then. occasionally, he just felt that they were just an inconvenience to him.
Like the time when he went to watch a movie with Duo, his primary bodyguard, Rashid, had sealed the theater 3 hours prior to his arrival and covered literally every inch of the theater to make sure that the environment was absolutely safe for his enjoyment.
Quatre appreciated his thoroughness but, needless to say, the poor teenager never returned to the theater ever again.
Quatre sighed as he straightened his tie and patted down his freshly ironed button shirt.
His father was finally coming back in town from his 2 week business trip to Washington.
Quatre gave a last glance at the mirror to make sure that his attire was neat before he opened the door.
He wondered if he could talk into his father of improving his social life and toning down this bodyguard situation over the dinner at the restaurant.
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The Japanese youth packed up his laptop. Wearing a blue jean and a off- white T-shirt, he put his boots on. He then coldly assessed his hotel room where he had lived for the past 3 days, making sure he did not leave any trace of his belongings behind.
Grabbing the doorknob and closed the door behind him, he walked toward the elevator, ready to check out of the hotel.
It was another day without Duo Maxwell's smile.
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Relena Peacecraft blinked her eyes open. For a brief second, she had almost forgotten where she was until the familiar white ceiling and irritating ethanol smell invaded her sense.
Hospital. Why in the world would she be in the hospital?
Relena winced. Her head had felt like a fireball on the verge of exploding. Kneading her temples in an attempt to release the pain, Relena sat up straight in the bed.
She had practically lived in the hospital ever since the new girl had come. But her prince in shinning armor had never came to visit her.
Heero.
Relena's eyes snapped open as she remembered the riot at the basketball game.
It was horrible. The blonde trembled as she remembered her prince raised his fist and drove into the other player's face. She had fainted when she saw the blood trickling down the other player's lips and lingering on Heero's fists.
It was not really the blood itself that had appalled her enough to drive her into unconsciousness. It was the cold frozen eyes she saw in Heero's eyes when he delivered the punch.
Relena shuddered as she grabbed on the bed sheet. It was not the same as his usual impassive, carefree eyes. Those eyes were lit with anger and cruelty that were not known to Relena.
Relena shook her head, trying to disperse the uncomfortable thought of Heero continuously beating at the other player.
Heero was not himself.
Her prince would never swear allegiance to violence. He was a savior who respected all. He was graceful yet strong. After all, Heero Yuy had saved her when she had almost drown in the pool. He was a knight sworn to protect her. He was everything a perfection would be. until..
Relena bit down her lips.
Until.the new girl had corrupted her knight.
And now he was gone.
Relena cried. Her father had lied to her. He had told her that Heero Yuy would always be at her side.
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Duo Maxwell laid on the bed, his one arms under his bed as he stared blankly at the ceiling. His other hand held on the only thing he had from Heero, his wristband.
The doorknob turned. A slight sound escaped into Duo's ears. Duo immediately sat up straight and peered at the doorway.
The door cracked open. A blonde head emerged.
Not Heero.
Duo turned back to the bed and continued to stare at the phantom point on the ceiling. He placed the wristband close to his heart.
"Duo Maxwell."
A feminine noise was heard but did not register in his brain.
"Bring him back to me."
The small voice nudged him. Duo turned his back away.
"He is everything to me. He left because of you. It was all your fault."
Yes, it was all his fault. He shouldn't have lied. He should have listened to Quatre.
"Why did you take him away from me? He was mine. My father said he was mine!"
Why didn't Heero hear him? If he could only turn around to see Duo. If he could only saw the pain laced face, he would not have left. He would have stayed.
"I love him!! He loves me!!!!"
No!!! Heero told Duo that he loved him. He wanted him. He had told him he wanted him regardless of his sex.
"That's Heero's wristband. You are not allowed to have it!"
Duo's eyes snapped open as the wristband in his hand was rudely snatched away. Instinct kicked in as he swung down the bed. He glared at the blonde girl who was now using every inch of strength to not shudder under Duo's anger. "Give it back me." He warned.
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"May I help you, sir?" The Maitre-D glanced down at the well-dressed blonde boy, followed by a muscular man twice his size who was obviously a bodyguard. The Maitre-D let out his professional smile as he struggled to remember the boy's name for the word was lingering at the tip of his tongue.
Recognizing his effort, the boy smiled benignly. "The reservation is under Winners."
"Oh, yes, of course. Mr. Winner." The Maitre-D nodded courteously, immediately remembered the boy was none but the only son of Senator Winner. "This way, please." Relieved that he finally remembered the name, the Maitre-D happily led the guest into the best seat of the house.
Quatre followed, taking notice of the pleasant atmosphere of the restaurant. "Is my father here already?" Quatre asked. His father had forgotten to contact him on the cell phone to announce his safe flight as he had promised. Quatre could not help but worried a bit.
"Yes." The Maitre-D answered politely. "Senator Winner also brought a guest with him as well. Quite young I should say."
"A guest?" Took by surprise for he had thought this was going to be a private dinner between him and his father, Quatre looked toward their table. As Maitre-D had said, Quatre immediately spotted his father, conversing with a young guest Quatre had never met before.
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"Give it back."
Relena backed away, the wristband clenched at her chest. She shook her head. "It was all your fault!!! Before you came, everything was perfect!!! Heero was always by my side. He protected me!"
"Give. It. Back." Duo launched forward, knocking down the chair in his path.
Relena scrambled to get out of Duo's way. Her back pressed against the wall, the wristband secured behind her body. She looked at Duo with a defiant look. "You drove him away!!!" She screamed. "He was supposed to be with me forever!"
Duo growled as he moved toward Relena. "He said he wanted me." He grabbed her shoulder and tried to turn her around to get to the wristband.
Relena struggled and ducked, escaping to the other side of the wall. "No!! He hates you! That's why he left!! He couldn't stand the sight of you!" Relena cried.
Duo stepped forward. "Give it back, or else!"
Relena could see the anger flickering in the violet eyes. Using strength she never knew she had, Relena immediately dragged the table between them, keeping Duo a safe distance from her. "You are lying! Heero left because you kept annoying him with your fake smiles!!!!"
"ENOUGH!!!" Duo finally screamed. "He left because I didn't tell him the truth. He left because I hurt him." Duo narrowed his eyes. "Now give the wristband back." He stepped forward, easily kicking the table between them out of the way.
Relena shrieked as she watched the table flew to the wall and made a clear indentation mark.
Duo ignored her horror as he leaned toward her. He pushed Relena aside, grabbing the wristband from Relena at the same time.
Relena landed hard on the floor. A momentarily shock shown on her face before a trail of tear made its way down her cheek. "I just want him back!! I want him back..." Relena sobbed. "Find him..."
"You don't think I tried?!" Duo turned his back on the fallen girl. He fingered the slightly torn wristband. "The address and phone number were all bogus. There was no such person as Heero Yuy in this century!" Duo glanced at the girl angrily. "Give it up. Heero Yuy is forever out of our lives. He doesn't want to be found."
"It's not true!!!"
"Face it, lady." Duo growled as he pushed Relena out of the door, ignoring the fact that they both shared this room.
The room immediately returned to its silent mode. Duo stood rigidly with his back leaned against the door. He could faintly hear the quiet sobbing from the other side of the door.
"He is gone.." Duo Maxwell dropped on the floor, totally accepting his fate. His fingers crept into his backpack, lying on the floor near him. He retrieved an airline ticket.
"I have tried everything, Heero." Duo waved the airline ticket before him dully. "But I just can't find you somehow even when I hacked into practically every database I could ever get in.. it was like you have never existed.." Duo placed the airline ticket on his forehead as he laid down on the floor. "You would understand ne? that I could not stay here anymore..every inch of this school reminded me of you." Duo turned his body. He curled himself into a fetal position, bring up the wristband to touch his cheek. "I am going back to San Francisco, Heero. But that doesn't mean that I will forget about you." The longhaired man whispered softly. "You will always be on my mind. I will always keep an eye out for you... Even if it takes me 10, 20 or fucking 50 years to find you, I will eventually find you." Duo buried his face into his knees. "I believe in fate, Heero.."
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"I know you have always complained about having bodyguards."
Quatre stared at the young guest in front of him, only half listening to his father.
"But you have to realize that I want to ensure your safety."
Quatre could not decide what nationality the youth in front of him was. First of all, he looked Asian enough with his naturally brown hair and less angular face feature.
"I understand you are in the period where you want to be just like everyone. And I agree that having bodyguards with you at all times is probably going to make you even more conspicuous anything."
But the youth before him also have a pair of cobalt blue eyes that could easily eradicate any assumption that he is a pure Asian.
"So, I have finally found a solution that could solve our problem."
Maybe he was a mix between some sort of European and Asian? Japanese? Chinese? Korean? .
"You remember the Peacecraft family? You have met them a long time ago at the President's inauguration party."
The Asian youth physically looked like he was about Quatre's age. Judging from his upper body, he was probably not much taller than Quatre himself. Though Quatre suspected that he was only your next neighbor teenager. Quatre had never seen a pair of blue eyes so cold. The person in front of Quatre did not have the expression of a normal 17-year-old boy.
"They had this idea of having a same aged bodyguard disguised as their daughter's schoolmate. Wasn't it clever? That way, you would not be embarrassed of having bodyguards following you around and I would feel much safer knowing you are in a professional's hand."
But Quatre was impressed rather than intimidated by the young guest. The whole time he stared at the Asian youth, the said person never shied away from his scrutiny. He had never met anyone like this. He intrigued Quatre.
"I have already gone through the red-tape of enrolling him into your school. He would be sharing the apartment with you and he will also be in all your classes. All the arrangement had been done except your word. What do you say? "
Quatre stared into the Japanese youth's cold eyes boldly. Quatre was glad to see the same kind of acknowledgement was returned. "I think this is a great idea, father." Quatre stood up and extended his hand toward his new bodyguard. "My name is Quatre Roberta Winner. How do you do? Since we will be living with each other for awhile now, may I ask your name in return?"
The Asian in response, stood up and returned the handshake with a strong grip.
"Well," the father coughed. "Because of his background, he will not be using his real name in your school."
Quatre nodded, sitting back on his chair. "I understand." Quatre smiled as he picked up his tea. "What should I call you then?" Quatre sipped on the tea and watched the impassive face before him hesitated for a split second before he announced his code name.
"Duo Maxwell."
Quatre almost choked on his tea for the first time. [1]
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Few Days later
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Meiran stood at the gate, watching the airplane accelerated on the runway before it finally lifted and soared into the blue sky.
"You think he will be all right?" Catherine asked carefully as she stood next to her best friend, watching the airplane taking Duo Maxwell away from Boston and back to the West Coast.
"Um." Meiran's eyes suddenly glinted with mischief. "I think so."
Catherine was confused at her behavior. She distinctively remembered that only moments ago, Meiran's face was as gloomy as she had ever seen when Meiran was hugging her brother goodbye before he entered the gate. "Somehow I think your smile is very suspicious."
"Indeed." Meiran gathered her heavy winter coat. "Let's go. We should go back now."
"How come you are not worried about Duo at all? The poor guy boarded that plane as if his heart had been ripped into shreds!" Catherine watched her friend curiously. "Is there something I don't know?"
Meiran smirked mysteriously. "Let's just say I got a friendly phone call from someone two days ago."
Catherine was annoyed now for she hated when Meiran teased her like this. "Just tell me. Is it something about Duo?"
Meiran placed a finger over her lips. "If I tell, then the miracle would disappear."
"Miracle?" Catherine laughed. "What's up with you today? You, of all people, believe in miracle?!"
Meiran laughed as well. "come on, We have to get back to school soon. Otherwise, I will miss it."
"Miss what?"
Meiran smiled again, she teased her friend with her silence.
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Wufei Chang packed up the last set of his clothing into his luggage. Like most students, he was ready for the 1-month winter vacation. Wufei glanced at his watch and noticed that his train was not for another 2 hours.
Wanting to do something useful rather than just wasting his time, Wufei immediately rolled up his sleeves and started to clean up his room, folding up his comforter and even covered his computer with a dust cover.
He then went out to the cleaning closet and got a broom, swiping the floor clean. After everything seemed to be in place and all area had been thoroughly polished, Wufei tied up the trash bag.
Wufei glanced at the watch again.
30 more minutes before the train depart.
Wufei picked up the trash bag. He decided that after he throw the trash away he would call the taxi.
Still trying to recall the taxi number, Wufei opened the door and unexpectedly was greeted by a girl who stood at his door.
Wufei recognized her immediately. It was Meiran Maxwell who sat two rows behind him, whose smile and out spoken righteous behavior often caught his eyes in the class.
Wufei suddenly felt his cheek were now burning hot.
The girl seemed to be caught off guard as she jumped slightly at Wufei's appearance.
Watching Meiran who had both of her hands behind her back, Wufei suddenly tensed. Time seemed to slow down as Wufei watched the girl shifted her feet nervously..
"Er.." The girl started but was too nervous to continue.
Wufei stared, not knowing exactly what to do. His trash bag was now uncomfortably heavy in his hand. He watched her shoulder length black hair loosely rested on her petit shoulder. Her eyelashes batted at high frequency as she tried to think of something to say. Wufei could just see a furious red painted on her face as Meiran stared down at the tip of her shoes.
"Here!" Out of blue, the girl suddenly shoveled a small box into Wufei's hand and turned. She let out a shy smile before she turned, taking off without looking back.
"Ah." Wufei dropped the trash bag as he struggled to catch the small box before it slipped through his fingers and onto the ground. Steadying it, Wufei stared at the small box, which was wrapped nicely completed with laced ribbon. Wufei also noticed a card inserted in between the ribbon.
Curiously, Wufei untied the ribbon and opened the small card. He read the words.
--- Meet me at the school garden----
Wufei let the words settled before he recollected himself. With the small gift still in his hand, Wufei calmly picked up the trash bag and put it in the dumpster.
Wufei glanced down at the watch.
25 minutes until the train.
Wufei tapped his fingers on his luggage by the door. His black eyes focused on the light switch in front of him while his mind was on something else.
The empty room was quiet except for the tapping sounds generated from the contact of his fingers and the hard leather.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Wufei unwrapped the gift. It was a book on Bruce Lee's philosophy and his fighting styles.
Wufei allowed himself to smile briefly before he suddenly inserted the book into his luggage pocket and then pushed the luggage into his closet.
Grabbing a heavy jacket, Wufei locked the door behind him and walked briskly toward the school garden where Meiran was waiting for him.
Wufei glanced down at his watch again.
18 minutes until the train.
Wufei ran his fingers through his black silky hair.
Screw the train.
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Duo Maxwell did not sleep at all on the six-hour-flight from Boston to San Francisco. Sitting at the window seat, Duo stared at the blue sky whose color resembled the shade of cobalt blue eyes he once knew so well.
For six hours, he stared. His mind was populated with the thoughts of no other but Heero Yuy.
A child ran up and down the isle. A flight attendant asked if Duo wanted a meal. Even his neighbor had tried to ask him to shut down the window so she could take a nap.
But Duo paid no attention to anyone as his forehead leaned against the cool glass window.
Six hours until he finally saw the familiar landscape of his hometown. The warning light of putting on the seatbelt blinked above his head. The flight attendant came again to straighten everyone's seat into its original position.
Duo closed his eyes as he sat back in his chair, feeling the airplane decreasing its speed. He heard the mechanical rumbling sound of the wheel and wings extending. Duo let his body sank in deeper, inhaling heavily as the plane touched down on the runaway.
How was he going to face Quatre?
Duo unbuckled his seatbelt as everyone else did. But instead of going toward the exit, he remained seated, watching everyone rushed to grab their luggage and out of the door.
Duo eyed at them with envy and disinterest.
Everyone had places to go. Everyone had people to meet. It was the holiday season after all. Duo could easily picture any one of them running into the gate was greeted by their love ones.
The flight was almost emptied. Duo felt the flight attendant came near.
Sighing, Duo got up, knowing that he could no longer delay the inevitable. He threw his light duffle bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.
The longhaired youth knew exactly who would be greeting him at the gate. Quatre, who never failed to be a mother hen to him, would definitely be there, waiting for him to scold at his stupidity. He had called Quatre up two days ago and told him that he finally decided to come home. He had told Quatre that he did not think he would be able to stay in Boston any longer.
In the phone, Quatre did not have mercy on his soul as he reprimanded Duo for his foolish act of lying. He then proceeded to lecture Duo on how to hold onto chance and never let it go.
Duo Maxwell walked through the connecting bridge and stepped into the gate, his head slightly low and his shoulder tensed. Any moment now, he would hear Quatre's trademark gentle scolding.
The airport seemed to be full of people due to everyone wanting to reunite with their love ones.
Duo suddenly felt suffocated under the pressure of the joyful atmosphere. He needed to be alone. Duo screamed silently. He needed to bath his own misery.
The endless chattering and other miscellaneous sound invaded him, making his head spun and rendered him helpless. Duo tightened down his eyes. His temples were now pounding furiously at the noise.
He needed to be alone. He needed some peace and quiet.
Duo bit down his lips and screamed in his head. Where the fuck is Quatre?!
"You are late."
It was unexpected. The voice was just slightly deeper and nasal sounding. The noises faded into the background and disappeared. Duo snapped his head up and opened his eyes. The surrounding became white and blurry while a youth before him became more focused than anything else on the world.
It was dreamlike, really.
"You are late."
Duo's shocked violet eyes connected with the speaker's cobalt blue as he listened to the repeated phrase. Duo's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
It couldn't be..
The youth before him only smirked. "What took you so long."
"You.." Duo's mind turned furiously as he tried to determine if the vision before him was real or was it a hallucination, resulting from 5 days of continuing sleep deprivation.
The youth before him, however, said nothing as he snatched Duo's duffle bag away. He turned, signaling Duo to follow.
Duo anchored in the ground, standing as rigid as a statue. He had forgotten how to breathe. He had forgotten how to walk. "You.."
The youth stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "Let's go." He emphasized.
Time stopped as Duo studied the familiar face. He watched the way the brown messy hair dangled down his forehead, hiding his beautiful blue eyes.
It couldn't be.. It couldn't be him... But he looked so real.
Seeing that the longhaired boy was not moving an inch, the Japanese youth turned around to face him. He walked toward the shocked American.
Duo's lips trembled as he was memorized in every movement the youth was making. A tear escaped the corner of Duo's eyes. "Heero..."
"Odin." The Japanese Youth immediately corrected. "Odin Lowell."
"Odin?" Duo widened his eyes. "But you are Heero right?" The longhaired youth suddenly felt the dumbness in the question.
The Japanese youth lifted the corner of his mouth.
"Heero.." Not caring anymore, Duo leaped. His arms immediately wrapped around the youth before him, forgetting that they were in the middle of the airport. "Punch me and tell me this is not a dream. oh my god, tell me this is not a dream." He whispered as he buried his head at the joint of the Japanese youth's neck and shoulder. He smelled the familiar lemonish detergent smell that belonged to no one but Heero Yuy. his Heero Yuy..
"Ryougai."
"Eh?" Duo immediately felt a light pain in the pit of his stomach. "Augh!!" The longhaired man stared at the Japanese youth in disbelief.
Taking the advantage of Duo's shock, the Japanese youth's hand snaked around Duo's head, pulling the American toward him again. He looked into the widened violet eyes deeply before he sealed the distance between their lips.
Duo hungrily devoured the sweet lips under him. He nibbled on the lower lips before he darted his tongue into the warm cavern.
The person in front of him had to be real. Duo decided as he tasted the familiar sweetness and warmth. Gasping for air, Duo finally broke the kiss reluctantly. He stared at the love of his life, logic and reality started to catching up to him for Duo fired his questions. "What's going? Why are you called Odin now? Who the heck are you? Why can't I find your information anywhere on the net? Why did you.."
The Japanese rolled his eyes briefly before he kissed lightly on the American's lips to shut him up momentarily. "What is more interesting?" The Japanese smirked. "My past or my future?"
Duo took in the handsome feature of the object of his affection. He could see the love, acceptance and affection in those cobalt blue eyes. Unable to escape the tempting lips, Duo answered by sealing their distance together again.
The Japanese youth sighed as he leaned into the kiss.
"I only want you." Duo whispered at his ears.
"Then you shall have it." Heero smiled.
And a new story had just begun. [2]
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OWARI
Note:
[1] I couldn't help it but letting Heero using Duo as his code name. Well, Heero did do that in the TV series didn't he? ^__^ besides, I think it's a great way of letting Quatre
discover that his new bodyguard is no other but the guy whom Duo fall madly in love with!! ^__^ I hope the hint is clear ^___^
[2] This is evil, even I have to admit it. But I like this ending. Because to me, it's a true ending to the story, "In Disguise" I am not sure if it would be satisfying to people though. Part of me just want to see more romantic stuff emerging between Duo and Heero.. but part of me was saying, No! this is how it supposed to end!
Well.. let me know what you think. Is this a good ending and leave it to your imagination or should I at least write a lemony epilogue?! ^__^
Anyhow, thank you so much of supporting this fic! It was short, probably the shortest by far I have completed ^__^;;;
Also, do you think I drag the ending? Because I spend a lot of time writing other people's feeling . Poor Heero only got like 10 lines section devote to his action! Let me know please! So I can improve my pace and style! Too slow? Not focused? Too choppy?
**** Hug ***** thank you again for reading and leaving feedbacks!! Let me know if you stuck to the end!!! ^___^ **** grin ******
Author: Canisa
Pairing: Lead to.Meiran+5 and ..^__^ 1+2!!!!
Warning: AU (NO GUNDAMS!!! Just the gw boys). **Violence** and ** VERBAL ABUSE!!!*** Shounen ai. Cross-dressing, attempted sap.
Note: This story is inspired from yoshizumi wataru's manga. Well, at least the concept ^__^ have to do some changes to fit our GW boys in it ^__^;;;
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http://www.fanfiction.ws author : canisa
This chapter is dedicated to Oriana who generously drew a pic of Duo for In Disguise!!!
Chapter 6 --- A New Beginning ----
He was gone.
Just like that. Puff. Like a rabbit in a magician's hand. One moment it was there staring at people with its over-sized cutzy eyes, the next moment it was engulfed in a curtain of smoke and vanished without a trace.
Yes. Heero Yuy was just like that...except that he did not look at people with adorable, full of expression eyes and that there was no fancy smoke curtain to mask his path of disappearance.
Heero Yuy, was just.. Gone.
But his stuff still remained in his room. His books, his clothes.. The whole room still reeked with his smell, a detergent smell, not cologne but the type that emitted a faint lemon fresh. It was weird, like he just stepped out of the room and was expected to return any time soon. But then, of course, the fantasy bubble was burst when the cleaning people finally came two days later. They sprayed the disinfectant, wiping down the furniture and wall and destroying the Heero Yuy smell. Then they cleared out all his personal stuff and threw them into trash without a blink of an eye.
Duo Maxwell was not even there in time to salvage any of his belongings.
It was pathetic really. The way the longhaired American stared at the empty room with an equally empty expression. If people didn't know better, they would have thought he was in mourning.
Or... perhaps he was.
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Meiran was annoyed. She was annoyed at everyone, the world, even the seemingly innocent hamburger in her hand.
"What's the matter?" Catherine just couldn't help it. She peered at her friend, watching her frowning at the untouched food. The ketchup juice was now dripping down the sandwich in a very unappetizing manner.
"You ever wonder what the hell is in this meat?" Meiran suddenly turned to her friend, her expression serious. She pointed at the hamburger. "I mean, it's beef but what part of cow do they take the meat from? Think about it, they charge like 99 cent for a freaking hamburger. Let's say they have a 40% profit margin, then the material cost must be like 60 cents?! I don't think they sell 60-cent ground beef in the supermarket. Not to mention the bread, the cheese, the onion..."
"Just eat the silly hamburger." Catherine sighed. "What's bothering you, Meiran? I know you are a dork at times but I don't think you really care about the hamburger meat." Catherine smiled sweetly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Aww. Come'on. It would make you feel better." Catherine inched closer.
"Nothing really."
"You are damn smart but you can be such a kid sometimes." Catherine let out a chuckle, watching the way her friend pouted her little lips. "Something about that Heero Yuy's expel?"
Meiran crossed her arms. "Duo is a idiot." She suddenly exploded into words. "My bro.. " Meiran quickly looked around the cafeteria. "I mean, my -sister-is as stupid as she can be. Can you guess what the baka did?"
"What?" Catherine generously supplied the punch line and sipped on her orange juice.
"Duo thought I was chasing after Heero!!!!!" Meiran's eyes were as wild. "He. She refused Heero when he asked her out. What an idiot!!! Baka baka BAKA!!!"
"Really?!" Catherine was sitting up straight now. "Poor Duo!!!"
"Poor Duo? POOR DUO!!???" Meiran snorted. "How could she even be stupid enough to think I would fall for Heero? I even try to encourage him to get close to Heero!!!!"
"You think Heero left the school because of this? Because Duo refused him?"
Meiran snorted again, this time louder. "YEAH! I would if I were him!!! If I ask someone twice and got rejected, I wouldn't have enough dignity to stay here!"
Catherine thumped her best friend lightly on the shoulder. "Where is Duo then?"
"Still sitting in her room mopping." Meiran sighed. "She just sits there and does nothing. I don't know what to do... I try everything. From yelling at him..er.. I mean her to promote her to do something, Anything! And then I even try to sweet talk, but she acted like I was not even there."
"That's scary."
"I know."
"No. I meant your sweet talking." Catherine smiled.
Meiran glared.
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Quatre Roberta Winner hated to be famous. Hated to the bone in fact. Though as gentle as he could be, he hated the whole package of being the son of a very important senator whose words could practically move the country into any direction he wished.
And the fact that he did not choose this did not make him feel better.
Movie stars, singers or political leaders had selected their life styles, knowing that they were giving up their private life for other gains. But as for Quatre, he did not have a choice and was unfortunately enough to be born into this. And the fact that his potential of being a leader had shun at the tender age of 17 was not helping either.
Quatre was convinced that he was conned into this. It was totally unfair to him. Though he had fought really hard to stay with his childhood friends in a public school, his father never left him alone by himself. Even after four years in high school, Quatre was still uncomfortable about the bodyguards that follow him around in the school.
It was not that Quatre disliked them. No. Quatre, being the good-natured person, could never bring himself to dislike anyone. In fact, Quatre treated his bodyguards well, addressing them like his friends and never belittling them like servants. But then. occasionally, he just felt that they were just an inconvenience to him.
Like the time when he went to watch a movie with Duo, his primary bodyguard, Rashid, had sealed the theater 3 hours prior to his arrival and covered literally every inch of the theater to make sure that the environment was absolutely safe for his enjoyment.
Quatre appreciated his thoroughness but, needless to say, the poor teenager never returned to the theater ever again.
Quatre sighed as he straightened his tie and patted down his freshly ironed button shirt.
His father was finally coming back in town from his 2 week business trip to Washington.
Quatre gave a last glance at the mirror to make sure that his attire was neat before he opened the door.
He wondered if he could talk into his father of improving his social life and toning down this bodyguard situation over the dinner at the restaurant.
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The Japanese youth packed up his laptop. Wearing a blue jean and a off- white T-shirt, he put his boots on. He then coldly assessed his hotel room where he had lived for the past 3 days, making sure he did not leave any trace of his belongings behind.
Grabbing the doorknob and closed the door behind him, he walked toward the elevator, ready to check out of the hotel.
It was another day without Duo Maxwell's smile.
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Relena Peacecraft blinked her eyes open. For a brief second, she had almost forgotten where she was until the familiar white ceiling and irritating ethanol smell invaded her sense.
Hospital. Why in the world would she be in the hospital?
Relena winced. Her head had felt like a fireball on the verge of exploding. Kneading her temples in an attempt to release the pain, Relena sat up straight in the bed.
She had practically lived in the hospital ever since the new girl had come. But her prince in shinning armor had never came to visit her.
Heero.
Relena's eyes snapped open as she remembered the riot at the basketball game.
It was horrible. The blonde trembled as she remembered her prince raised his fist and drove into the other player's face. She had fainted when she saw the blood trickling down the other player's lips and lingering on Heero's fists.
It was not really the blood itself that had appalled her enough to drive her into unconsciousness. It was the cold frozen eyes she saw in Heero's eyes when he delivered the punch.
Relena shuddered as she grabbed on the bed sheet. It was not the same as his usual impassive, carefree eyes. Those eyes were lit with anger and cruelty that were not known to Relena.
Relena shook her head, trying to disperse the uncomfortable thought of Heero continuously beating at the other player.
Heero was not himself.
Her prince would never swear allegiance to violence. He was a savior who respected all. He was graceful yet strong. After all, Heero Yuy had saved her when she had almost drown in the pool. He was a knight sworn to protect her. He was everything a perfection would be. until..
Relena bit down her lips.
Until.the new girl had corrupted her knight.
And now he was gone.
Relena cried. Her father had lied to her. He had told her that Heero Yuy would always be at her side.
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Duo Maxwell laid on the bed, his one arms under his bed as he stared blankly at the ceiling. His other hand held on the only thing he had from Heero, his wristband.
The doorknob turned. A slight sound escaped into Duo's ears. Duo immediately sat up straight and peered at the doorway.
The door cracked open. A blonde head emerged.
Not Heero.
Duo turned back to the bed and continued to stare at the phantom point on the ceiling. He placed the wristband close to his heart.
"Duo Maxwell."
A feminine noise was heard but did not register in his brain.
"Bring him back to me."
The small voice nudged him. Duo turned his back away.
"He is everything to me. He left because of you. It was all your fault."
Yes, it was all his fault. He shouldn't have lied. He should have listened to Quatre.
"Why did you take him away from me? He was mine. My father said he was mine!"
Why didn't Heero hear him? If he could only turn around to see Duo. If he could only saw the pain laced face, he would not have left. He would have stayed.
"I love him!! He loves me!!!!"
No!!! Heero told Duo that he loved him. He wanted him. He had told him he wanted him regardless of his sex.
"That's Heero's wristband. You are not allowed to have it!"
Duo's eyes snapped open as the wristband in his hand was rudely snatched away. Instinct kicked in as he swung down the bed. He glared at the blonde girl who was now using every inch of strength to not shudder under Duo's anger. "Give it back me." He warned.
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"May I help you, sir?" The Maitre-D glanced down at the well-dressed blonde boy, followed by a muscular man twice his size who was obviously a bodyguard. The Maitre-D let out his professional smile as he struggled to remember the boy's name for the word was lingering at the tip of his tongue.
Recognizing his effort, the boy smiled benignly. "The reservation is under Winners."
"Oh, yes, of course. Mr. Winner." The Maitre-D nodded courteously, immediately remembered the boy was none but the only son of Senator Winner. "This way, please." Relieved that he finally remembered the name, the Maitre-D happily led the guest into the best seat of the house.
Quatre followed, taking notice of the pleasant atmosphere of the restaurant. "Is my father here already?" Quatre asked. His father had forgotten to contact him on the cell phone to announce his safe flight as he had promised. Quatre could not help but worried a bit.
"Yes." The Maitre-D answered politely. "Senator Winner also brought a guest with him as well. Quite young I should say."
"A guest?" Took by surprise for he had thought this was going to be a private dinner between him and his father, Quatre looked toward their table. As Maitre-D had said, Quatre immediately spotted his father, conversing with a young guest Quatre had never met before.
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"Give it back."
Relena backed away, the wristband clenched at her chest. She shook her head. "It was all your fault!!! Before you came, everything was perfect!!! Heero was always by my side. He protected me!"
"Give. It. Back." Duo launched forward, knocking down the chair in his path.
Relena scrambled to get out of Duo's way. Her back pressed against the wall, the wristband secured behind her body. She looked at Duo with a defiant look. "You drove him away!!!" She screamed. "He was supposed to be with me forever!"
Duo growled as he moved toward Relena. "He said he wanted me." He grabbed her shoulder and tried to turn her around to get to the wristband.
Relena struggled and ducked, escaping to the other side of the wall. "No!! He hates you! That's why he left!! He couldn't stand the sight of you!" Relena cried.
Duo stepped forward. "Give it back, or else!"
Relena could see the anger flickering in the violet eyes. Using strength she never knew she had, Relena immediately dragged the table between them, keeping Duo a safe distance from her. "You are lying! Heero left because you kept annoying him with your fake smiles!!!!"
"ENOUGH!!!" Duo finally screamed. "He left because I didn't tell him the truth. He left because I hurt him." Duo narrowed his eyes. "Now give the wristband back." He stepped forward, easily kicking the table between them out of the way.
Relena shrieked as she watched the table flew to the wall and made a clear indentation mark.
Duo ignored her horror as he leaned toward her. He pushed Relena aside, grabbing the wristband from Relena at the same time.
Relena landed hard on the floor. A momentarily shock shown on her face before a trail of tear made its way down her cheek. "I just want him back!! I want him back..." Relena sobbed. "Find him..."
"You don't think I tried?!" Duo turned his back on the fallen girl. He fingered the slightly torn wristband. "The address and phone number were all bogus. There was no such person as Heero Yuy in this century!" Duo glanced at the girl angrily. "Give it up. Heero Yuy is forever out of our lives. He doesn't want to be found."
"It's not true!!!"
"Face it, lady." Duo growled as he pushed Relena out of the door, ignoring the fact that they both shared this room.
The room immediately returned to its silent mode. Duo stood rigidly with his back leaned against the door. He could faintly hear the quiet sobbing from the other side of the door.
"He is gone.." Duo Maxwell dropped on the floor, totally accepting his fate. His fingers crept into his backpack, lying on the floor near him. He retrieved an airline ticket.
"I have tried everything, Heero." Duo waved the airline ticket before him dully. "But I just can't find you somehow even when I hacked into practically every database I could ever get in.. it was like you have never existed.." Duo placed the airline ticket on his forehead as he laid down on the floor. "You would understand ne? that I could not stay here anymore..every inch of this school reminded me of you." Duo turned his body. He curled himself into a fetal position, bring up the wristband to touch his cheek. "I am going back to San Francisco, Heero. But that doesn't mean that I will forget about you." The longhaired man whispered softly. "You will always be on my mind. I will always keep an eye out for you... Even if it takes me 10, 20 or fucking 50 years to find you, I will eventually find you." Duo buried his face into his knees. "I believe in fate, Heero.."
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"I know you have always complained about having bodyguards."
Quatre stared at the young guest in front of him, only half listening to his father.
"But you have to realize that I want to ensure your safety."
Quatre could not decide what nationality the youth in front of him was. First of all, he looked Asian enough with his naturally brown hair and less angular face feature.
"I understand you are in the period where you want to be just like everyone. And I agree that having bodyguards with you at all times is probably going to make you even more conspicuous anything."
But the youth before him also have a pair of cobalt blue eyes that could easily eradicate any assumption that he is a pure Asian.
"So, I have finally found a solution that could solve our problem."
Maybe he was a mix between some sort of European and Asian? Japanese? Chinese? Korean? .
"You remember the Peacecraft family? You have met them a long time ago at the President's inauguration party."
The Asian youth physically looked like he was about Quatre's age. Judging from his upper body, he was probably not much taller than Quatre himself. Though Quatre suspected that he was only your next neighbor teenager. Quatre had never seen a pair of blue eyes so cold. The person in front of Quatre did not have the expression of a normal 17-year-old boy.
"They had this idea of having a same aged bodyguard disguised as their daughter's schoolmate. Wasn't it clever? That way, you would not be embarrassed of having bodyguards following you around and I would feel much safer knowing you are in a professional's hand."
But Quatre was impressed rather than intimidated by the young guest. The whole time he stared at the Asian youth, the said person never shied away from his scrutiny. He had never met anyone like this. He intrigued Quatre.
"I have already gone through the red-tape of enrolling him into your school. He would be sharing the apartment with you and he will also be in all your classes. All the arrangement had been done except your word. What do you say? "
Quatre stared into the Japanese youth's cold eyes boldly. Quatre was glad to see the same kind of acknowledgement was returned. "I think this is a great idea, father." Quatre stood up and extended his hand toward his new bodyguard. "My name is Quatre Roberta Winner. How do you do? Since we will be living with each other for awhile now, may I ask your name in return?"
The Asian in response, stood up and returned the handshake with a strong grip.
"Well," the father coughed. "Because of his background, he will not be using his real name in your school."
Quatre nodded, sitting back on his chair. "I understand." Quatre smiled as he picked up his tea. "What should I call you then?" Quatre sipped on the tea and watched the impassive face before him hesitated for a split second before he announced his code name.
"Duo Maxwell."
Quatre almost choked on his tea for the first time. [1]
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Few Days later
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Meiran stood at the gate, watching the airplane accelerated on the runway before it finally lifted and soared into the blue sky.
"You think he will be all right?" Catherine asked carefully as she stood next to her best friend, watching the airplane taking Duo Maxwell away from Boston and back to the West Coast.
"Um." Meiran's eyes suddenly glinted with mischief. "I think so."
Catherine was confused at her behavior. She distinctively remembered that only moments ago, Meiran's face was as gloomy as she had ever seen when Meiran was hugging her brother goodbye before he entered the gate. "Somehow I think your smile is very suspicious."
"Indeed." Meiran gathered her heavy winter coat. "Let's go. We should go back now."
"How come you are not worried about Duo at all? The poor guy boarded that plane as if his heart had been ripped into shreds!" Catherine watched her friend curiously. "Is there something I don't know?"
Meiran smirked mysteriously. "Let's just say I got a friendly phone call from someone two days ago."
Catherine was annoyed now for she hated when Meiran teased her like this. "Just tell me. Is it something about Duo?"
Meiran placed a finger over her lips. "If I tell, then the miracle would disappear."
"Miracle?" Catherine laughed. "What's up with you today? You, of all people, believe in miracle?!"
Meiran laughed as well. "come on, We have to get back to school soon. Otherwise, I will miss it."
"Miss what?"
Meiran smiled again, she teased her friend with her silence.
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Wufei Chang packed up the last set of his clothing into his luggage. Like most students, he was ready for the 1-month winter vacation. Wufei glanced at his watch and noticed that his train was not for another 2 hours.
Wanting to do something useful rather than just wasting his time, Wufei immediately rolled up his sleeves and started to clean up his room, folding up his comforter and even covered his computer with a dust cover.
He then went out to the cleaning closet and got a broom, swiping the floor clean. After everything seemed to be in place and all area had been thoroughly polished, Wufei tied up the trash bag.
Wufei glanced at the watch again.
30 more minutes before the train depart.
Wufei picked up the trash bag. He decided that after he throw the trash away he would call the taxi.
Still trying to recall the taxi number, Wufei opened the door and unexpectedly was greeted by a girl who stood at his door.
Wufei recognized her immediately. It was Meiran Maxwell who sat two rows behind him, whose smile and out spoken righteous behavior often caught his eyes in the class.
Wufei suddenly felt his cheek were now burning hot.
The girl seemed to be caught off guard as she jumped slightly at Wufei's appearance.
Watching Meiran who had both of her hands behind her back, Wufei suddenly tensed. Time seemed to slow down as Wufei watched the girl shifted her feet nervously..
"Er.." The girl started but was too nervous to continue.
Wufei stared, not knowing exactly what to do. His trash bag was now uncomfortably heavy in his hand. He watched her shoulder length black hair loosely rested on her petit shoulder. Her eyelashes batted at high frequency as she tried to think of something to say. Wufei could just see a furious red painted on her face as Meiran stared down at the tip of her shoes.
"Here!" Out of blue, the girl suddenly shoveled a small box into Wufei's hand and turned. She let out a shy smile before she turned, taking off without looking back.
"Ah." Wufei dropped the trash bag as he struggled to catch the small box before it slipped through his fingers and onto the ground. Steadying it, Wufei stared at the small box, which was wrapped nicely completed with laced ribbon. Wufei also noticed a card inserted in between the ribbon.
Curiously, Wufei untied the ribbon and opened the small card. He read the words.
--- Meet me at the school garden----
Wufei let the words settled before he recollected himself. With the small gift still in his hand, Wufei calmly picked up the trash bag and put it in the dumpster.
Wufei glanced down at the watch.
25 minutes until the train.
Wufei tapped his fingers on his luggage by the door. His black eyes focused on the light switch in front of him while his mind was on something else.
The empty room was quiet except for the tapping sounds generated from the contact of his fingers and the hard leather.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Wufei unwrapped the gift. It was a book on Bruce Lee's philosophy and his fighting styles.
Wufei allowed himself to smile briefly before he suddenly inserted the book into his luggage pocket and then pushed the luggage into his closet.
Grabbing a heavy jacket, Wufei locked the door behind him and walked briskly toward the school garden where Meiran was waiting for him.
Wufei glanced down at his watch again.
18 minutes until the train.
Wufei ran his fingers through his black silky hair.
Screw the train.
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Duo Maxwell did not sleep at all on the six-hour-flight from Boston to San Francisco. Sitting at the window seat, Duo stared at the blue sky whose color resembled the shade of cobalt blue eyes he once knew so well.
For six hours, he stared. His mind was populated with the thoughts of no other but Heero Yuy.
A child ran up and down the isle. A flight attendant asked if Duo wanted a meal. Even his neighbor had tried to ask him to shut down the window so she could take a nap.
But Duo paid no attention to anyone as his forehead leaned against the cool glass window.
Six hours until he finally saw the familiar landscape of his hometown. The warning light of putting on the seatbelt blinked above his head. The flight attendant came again to straighten everyone's seat into its original position.
Duo closed his eyes as he sat back in his chair, feeling the airplane decreasing its speed. He heard the mechanical rumbling sound of the wheel and wings extending. Duo let his body sank in deeper, inhaling heavily as the plane touched down on the runaway.
How was he going to face Quatre?
Duo unbuckled his seatbelt as everyone else did. But instead of going toward the exit, he remained seated, watching everyone rushed to grab their luggage and out of the door.
Duo eyed at them with envy and disinterest.
Everyone had places to go. Everyone had people to meet. It was the holiday season after all. Duo could easily picture any one of them running into the gate was greeted by their love ones.
The flight was almost emptied. Duo felt the flight attendant came near.
Sighing, Duo got up, knowing that he could no longer delay the inevitable. He threw his light duffle bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.
The longhaired youth knew exactly who would be greeting him at the gate. Quatre, who never failed to be a mother hen to him, would definitely be there, waiting for him to scold at his stupidity. He had called Quatre up two days ago and told him that he finally decided to come home. He had told Quatre that he did not think he would be able to stay in Boston any longer.
In the phone, Quatre did not have mercy on his soul as he reprimanded Duo for his foolish act of lying. He then proceeded to lecture Duo on how to hold onto chance and never let it go.
Duo Maxwell walked through the connecting bridge and stepped into the gate, his head slightly low and his shoulder tensed. Any moment now, he would hear Quatre's trademark gentle scolding.
The airport seemed to be full of people due to everyone wanting to reunite with their love ones.
Duo suddenly felt suffocated under the pressure of the joyful atmosphere. He needed to be alone. Duo screamed silently. He needed to bath his own misery.
The endless chattering and other miscellaneous sound invaded him, making his head spun and rendered him helpless. Duo tightened down his eyes. His temples were now pounding furiously at the noise.
He needed to be alone. He needed some peace and quiet.
Duo bit down his lips and screamed in his head. Where the fuck is Quatre?!
"You are late."
It was unexpected. The voice was just slightly deeper and nasal sounding. The noises faded into the background and disappeared. Duo snapped his head up and opened his eyes. The surrounding became white and blurry while a youth before him became more focused than anything else on the world.
It was dreamlike, really.
"You are late."
Duo's shocked violet eyes connected with the speaker's cobalt blue as he listened to the repeated phrase. Duo's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
It couldn't be..
The youth before him only smirked. "What took you so long."
"You.." Duo's mind turned furiously as he tried to determine if the vision before him was real or was it a hallucination, resulting from 5 days of continuing sleep deprivation.
The youth before him, however, said nothing as he snatched Duo's duffle bag away. He turned, signaling Duo to follow.
Duo anchored in the ground, standing as rigid as a statue. He had forgotten how to breathe. He had forgotten how to walk. "You.."
The youth stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "Let's go." He emphasized.
Time stopped as Duo studied the familiar face. He watched the way the brown messy hair dangled down his forehead, hiding his beautiful blue eyes.
It couldn't be.. It couldn't be him... But he looked so real.
Seeing that the longhaired boy was not moving an inch, the Japanese youth turned around to face him. He walked toward the shocked American.
Duo's lips trembled as he was memorized in every movement the youth was making. A tear escaped the corner of Duo's eyes. "Heero..."
"Odin." The Japanese Youth immediately corrected. "Odin Lowell."
"Odin?" Duo widened his eyes. "But you are Heero right?" The longhaired youth suddenly felt the dumbness in the question.
The Japanese youth lifted the corner of his mouth.
"Heero.." Not caring anymore, Duo leaped. His arms immediately wrapped around the youth before him, forgetting that they were in the middle of the airport. "Punch me and tell me this is not a dream. oh my god, tell me this is not a dream." He whispered as he buried his head at the joint of the Japanese youth's neck and shoulder. He smelled the familiar lemonish detergent smell that belonged to no one but Heero Yuy. his Heero Yuy..
"Ryougai."
"Eh?" Duo immediately felt a light pain in the pit of his stomach. "Augh!!" The longhaired man stared at the Japanese youth in disbelief.
Taking the advantage of Duo's shock, the Japanese youth's hand snaked around Duo's head, pulling the American toward him again. He looked into the widened violet eyes deeply before he sealed the distance between their lips.
Duo hungrily devoured the sweet lips under him. He nibbled on the lower lips before he darted his tongue into the warm cavern.
The person in front of him had to be real. Duo decided as he tasted the familiar sweetness and warmth. Gasping for air, Duo finally broke the kiss reluctantly. He stared at the love of his life, logic and reality started to catching up to him for Duo fired his questions. "What's going? Why are you called Odin now? Who the heck are you? Why can't I find your information anywhere on the net? Why did you.."
The Japanese rolled his eyes briefly before he kissed lightly on the American's lips to shut him up momentarily. "What is more interesting?" The Japanese smirked. "My past or my future?"
Duo took in the handsome feature of the object of his affection. He could see the love, acceptance and affection in those cobalt blue eyes. Unable to escape the tempting lips, Duo answered by sealing their distance together again.
The Japanese youth sighed as he leaned into the kiss.
"I only want you." Duo whispered at his ears.
"Then you shall have it." Heero smiled.
And a new story had just begun. [2]
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OWARI
Note:
[1] I couldn't help it but letting Heero using Duo as his code name. Well, Heero did do that in the TV series didn't he? ^__^ besides, I think it's a great way of letting Quatre
discover that his new bodyguard is no other but the guy whom Duo fall madly in love with!! ^__^ I hope the hint is clear ^___^
[2] This is evil, even I have to admit it. But I like this ending. Because to me, it's a true ending to the story, "In Disguise" I am not sure if it would be satisfying to people though. Part of me just want to see more romantic stuff emerging between Duo and Heero.. but part of me was saying, No! this is how it supposed to end!
Well.. let me know what you think. Is this a good ending and leave it to your imagination or should I at least write a lemony epilogue?! ^__^
Anyhow, thank you so much of supporting this fic! It was short, probably the shortest by far I have completed ^__^;;;
Also, do you think I drag the ending? Because I spend a lot of time writing other people's feeling . Poor Heero only got like 10 lines section devote to his action! Let me know please! So I can improve my pace and style! Too slow? Not focused? Too choppy?
**** Hug ***** thank you again for reading and leaving feedbacks!! Let me know if you stuck to the end!!! ^___^ **** grin ******