Warnings: Lots of sap! Some Heero angst. Duo does know Japanese he's just playing dumb for a reason. Traditionally I've used just one point of view per chapter but I'll be switching around in this one so watch for the ~ mark, it means that were switching points of view. For those interested this series will have 3 arcs.
Mail Order Heero Part 6
Taking Heero's hand gently, Duo led his new bride over to his friends, positively beaming.
"Heero, let me introduce you to the group. The Blondie in pink is Quatre, His boyfriend Trowa would be here but he's got to work today. You'll meet him soon enough, his hairstyle is unmistakable, Meiran Chang is the girl in the white suit; the guy with the too tight ponytail is her husband Wu-man. We all live on the second floor in the building. The three units on the first floor converted into our offices and the pent house on the third floor is used by Hilde and her 'roommates'."
"My name is Wufei *not* Wu-man! You make me sound like a weak onna!"
"Weak? I'll show you weak!" Meiran shouted at her husband and began chasing him with fire in her eyes.
Everyone else sweat dropped. Heero turned to the remaining boy and bowed.
"I'm honored to meet you Mr. Quatre."
Quatre blushed and bowed too, Taking Heero's hand he brushed a light kiss on the tender skin of Heero's palm and said, "The pleasure is all mine, please call me Quatre."
Duo gave his friend an evil look and snatched Heero's hand away to reclaim it.
"I would have waited till tomorrow to introduce you to everyone, but I figured you would have luggage and since I normally use a motorcycle, we had to borrow Wu-Man's van. I figured you'd have a lot of luggage." Duo admitted sheepishly. Seeing Heero turn beet red, he gave her a worried look. Was she okay?
*****
Heero could feel his cheeks flame as his mind suddenly supplied him with the image of Duo in unbuttoned tight jeans and no shirt, his thighs wrapped around a large throbbing machine. Biting his lip it was by pure will alone that he didn't have a nosebleed. After all, everyone knew that girls didn't get nosebleeds. Avoiding Duo's curious gaze, Heero didn't notice he was still clinging to Duo's hand. Didn't stop to wonder why he felt so comfortable with it. He had learned young that he didn't really like touching other people for no reason, but this felt right.
Quatre went over to separate the fighting couple. Namely he pulled Meiran off of Wufei knowing that they didn't have a ride home. And anyway, their fights always ended up in the sack! The ride back was uneventful. It only took them ten minutes on the expressway to get to the rundown looking neighborhood that would now be Heero's home. Realizing that there had been no trees in sight since they had left the shuttle port, Heero knew he would miss that most of all. The living green things that had always surrounded the mansion where he had grown up. Even after his Aunt had moved her family in. He had always found comfort in the plants his mother had so loved. The building they stopped in front of was old. It look like it had once been a proud mansion but once the city had sprung up around it, the owners had abandoned the old building for more exclusive neighborhoods. That would explain its real glass windows and earth brick walls in this land of steel and cold metal. Heero loved it on sight.
On the stairs was a short girl with purple hair and another with blonde hair and icy blue eyes like that guy who had stared at him on the shuttle. Both waiting for them on the stone stairs expressions anxious. They held a sign which read "Welcome to the Family Heero Yuy-Maxwell!"
*****
On Earth
Akira slipped a strand of long silky black hair behind his ear. His eyes resembling black diamonds as he surveyed the trembling woman before him.
"You did what?"
His voice was shatteringly cold as his perfect features twisted into a snarl. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He had returned from his final year in boarding school pleased. Winning the regional and national Kendo championships with ease he had been savoring with anticipation the coming victory. He had saved the best for last. Ever since that day he had first seen him, at the time barely five he had know. But Heero had always run away and hid behind his mother's skirts.
Then when the news had come that his parents had perished and they would be sharing the same house, Akira had been beside himself. Through the years he had watched from afar as Heero grew more beautiful and tempting with each moment. Now this was his chance. But alas he only had one week left of summer break then he had to go back to school. Prize unclaimed. He had been imagining tonight on the entire trip ride home. But now...
"Do you have any idea what you have done old woman?" There was no respect in his voice. He had lost all respect for that woman who called herself his mother long ago. On the day he had found out she had left her only child alone in the hospital to die and adopted him to take the child's place. All because it had been sickly and in her twisted mind unworthy of the Yuy name.
"I saw the way you were watching that half-breed brat!" The malice in her voice was gleeful. She couldn't understand why her perfect son was interested in someone so unworthy, much less another boy. Akira was beautiful! Long ebony hair, which flowed like liquid silk, perfect Asian features and eyes darker then black velvet. Why should he settle for so little? It was his duty to marry an obedient with who would give him sons to honor the Yuy name!
"Your prejudice has hindered your better judgment. Heero is the son and sole Heir of the Yuy fortune. Grandfather knew what you did to the real Akira and was too late to save the baby's life so he wrote father out of the will. Heero's father never spoke of it to his brother but it's true. The houses, the companies, the entire fortune reverted to Heero's ownership the day his parents died. As his Guardian, they were in your control till he was twenty-one, but now, since you married him off. He and his husband (Akira spit the word out like a filthy name) own everything! He could kick us out with nothing and the law would support him!"
"Noooooo......" her word trailed off in a whisper as she realized the full extent of what she had done. What good was having the Yuy name without the money and power to back it up?
"I'll leave on the next shuttle and get Heero back. You better pray the marriage hasn't been consummated so I can get it annulled." Akira wasn't that worried about that, considering what an ice princess Heero had acted like with him, he was sure some stranger wouldn't be any luckier!
Looking down at Mariko's teary face in disgust he left. He had never seen her cry before in his life. And now he knew she only cried for the money.
*****
Duo dragged a stunned Heero away from his friends and up to the second floor. Opening the door, he dropped the bag on the floor and easily lifted Heero up carrying him over the threshold.
"Do you like it?" Duo asked. Heero could only stare around in amazement. It was stark mostly white and black. Splashes of red adding decoration to the place and a huge framed picture of him was above the sofa. Taken when he was unaware, it had him standing in a field of cherry blossom trees his stare intense and the picture cutting off right at his shoulders. The soft slam of the living room door as it finally swung shook broke his revere. All together Heero had to admit it was beautiful.
"Wow, Duo I'm overwhelmed."
"Yeah well, I figured that you'd like something to remind you of home and this was far prettier then any poster print of Japan I could find."
Glancing at the windows Heero noticed they still had no drapes. Following Heero's gaze, Duo groaned and sat on the black leather couch still holding Heero.
"I knew I forgot something! Meiran picked out some nice drapes but they... well they got dirty and I tried to wash them but I didn't know the color would fade and I couldn't stand to put up *pink* drapes!"
"It's okay, I don't really like pink that much." Heero whispered as he enjoyed the warmth of Duo's embrace. Breathing in the scent of machines, soap and something uniquely Duo that clung to his skin. Now that they were alone he could tell him the rest of the truth. Pulling back he took a step away from Duo and started to undo the various ties on his Obi and Kimono.
"I read you letters on the Shuttle, Duo. They touched me so deeply. It may sound stupid or naïve but for the first time in a very long time they made me feel. They made me wonder what exactly love was, was it this longing almost bordering on pain that tugged my heart to know we were so far apart? Was it this need stronger then any I have ever felt that made me want to hold you and shelter you from ever being hurt again? Or was it that sensation that caused my heart to race and the world to slow down the second I saw you? I wasn't sure. I never thought to ask anyone what love was. Maybe if I loved you a little less, I could lie to you like my aunt did. You see, on my application, she lied. That's why I can't be more then your friend. I'm not a girl, I'm a boy." Still holding Duo's eyes he kneeled. Opening the kimono Heero let it fall from his shoulders hands clenching it closed at his waist.
*****
Duo stared at the sight before him in disbelief. His brain refusing to process the words for a moment. Heero was kneeling before him in all of his flawless beauty half dressed. Saying that he loved him, wanted him. And Duo was supposed to be mad that he was a boy? Hell he liked boys as well as girls. No that was a lie. In truth he couldn't care less what Heero was.
'I will *not* jump the sexy bishonen, I will *not* jump the sexy bishonen, I will *not* jump the sexy bishonen, I will *not* jump the sexy bishonen.' Echoed in his thoughts.
*****
As Duo kneeled before him and grabbed his upper arms in a strong grip Heero flinched away from the expression in those violet eyes.
"Heero." The name fell from Duo's lips as sharp as broken glass and twice as cold as dry ice.
"Heero, I choose *you*, I fell for you because of your eyes. You needed something, were dieing little by little from a lack of love, and I wanted to be the one to give it to you. I wanted to be the person who makes you smile. I don't care if you're a boy or girl, and I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for you to realize it too."
There was a tenderness in Duo's eyes that melted Heero to the core. Seeing the tenderness drowned in another look one of hunger, Heero jerked back as Duo leaned forward to kiss him. Instincts of fear kicking in as he remembered how many times he had run from that look on another face.
*****
Duo glanced at his bride, *his* Heero, eyes lingering on the trembling of that full bottom lip and giving in to temptation he leaned forward to kiss Heero. Surprise ran through him effectively dousing his lust as Heero jerked back pupils dilated in fear, breath unsteady.
"Gomen nasai Duo, I'm sorry." He whispered and Duo smoothed away the tears shimmering on the edge of Heero's eyes with the pad of his thumb. Silently vowing to kill whatever bastard had taught Heero to fear a simple kiss.
"I've never kissed anyone before. I'm so used to running away from it. I never wanted to be caught before. I guess I forgot for the moment I don't need to run anymore."
Eyes wide open he leaned forward, and staring right into the startled depth of Duo's eyes, he brushed his lips against Duo's slightly parted ones in a soft hesitant kiss, no longer then a sigh. It was like being given the slightest glimpse of heaven.
OWARI
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