Royal Flush Part 5
V.: Playing With Hearts~
"Might I remind you, Yuy, that YOU were the one who threw me against the wall and started groping!"
"..."
"You know I'm right, so why keep blaming me for your getting in trouble?"
"..."
"See?"
"See what?"
Duo sighed. "Nevermind." He pushed open the door to their shared room and went through the systematic routine of removing his pantyhose and padding. "If anything, you should thank me for saying that's what I wanted you to do or you'd be expelled and possibly in jail for 'molesting an innocent girl'." He batted long eyelashes. "Ne, Hee-chan."
"Shut up and do your homework," Heero growled, slamming down his things and glaring for all he was worth.
Duo pouted. "Still sore? Man, you're no fun."
To his profound annoyance, the Japanese boy stonily ignored him. Duo did not like being ignored.
As Heero slid behind the desk, he began to strip, knowing full well the Wing pilot watched his every move through the mirror.
"It's so hot in here, isn't it?"
Heero's voice was slightly strangled. "Turn on the fan."
Duo removed his pants, and he could've sworn the other's entire body shook. Maybe this wasn't going to be so hard afterall.
"Naw, it never works."
"Turn on the fan," Heero repeated.
"Won't you do it for me?"
By getting up, both knew Heero would have to stare straight at the more-than-half-naked boy sprawled out on the bed.
"You're lazy."
Duo sighed theatrically, clad only in his boxers (he'd changed out of his panties). "Well, then I suppose you'll just have to put up with the heat. Unless, of course, you agree with me that you're wearing too much clothes."
Heero turned to glare at the American, then Duo's eyes grew almost impossibly big when he found the other boy leaning over him, face mere centimeters away and breath scalding.
"Just what are you trying to prove?"
Duo's voice was just as solemn. "Nothing."
Cobalt-blue eyes narrowed dangerously, and the braided boy couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be the last day of his life. To his relief, Heero snorted and stood up, returning to his desk without a glance backwards.
Duo bit his lip. "There's an end-of-the-year dance this Saturday, can you take me?"
"We're not going. There's a mission report due and we can't afford to waste time on useless pleasantries."
"But Heero! You can finish it early can't you? Everyone'll be there, and I've never been to one of those and..."
No amount of pleading could change the Wing pilot's mind. Duo firmed his jaw and spat out: "Fine! Ignore me. I guess I'll just have to find someone ELSE to take me then! You're a cold-blooded bastard, Heero Yuy, and I don't how I could ever fall in love with you!"
He threw on a skirt and a blouse and stomped out of the room, leaving the Japanese boy staring expressionlessly after him.
~*~
Duo shivered and hugged himself tighter. It was well past eleven o'clock, and he should've been in his room long ago, but he couldn't go back; not after what he'd said that evening.
He'd missed dinner, he was hungry, he was cold, and worst yet, he was lost in the woods surrounding the school. //The search team'll be out looking for me.// No, wait; he'd reported in at eight, so no one knew he was gone.
Except *him*, his mind supplied cheerfully. //And he wouldn't care if I turned up mutilated next week.// It suddenly seemed freezing.
It wasn't because Heero had refused to take him to the dance that he said what he did earlier. He hadn't expected him to, so it didn't matter much. But the frustration had been building up for a long time now, and Heero'd seemed full set on kissing him this afternoon. It was the latter that bothered him the most. No, not because he'd been so close to locking lips with the person he loved above anything else--just the thought of that made his heart flutter--but because Heero had been so cold afterwards, so different from the apparently passionate side of him Duo had nearly succeeded in unearthing.
"K'so!" he swore, slamming his fist into the tree beside him while wishing it was Heero's face. "You bastard!"
"Excuse me?" The new voice nearly made him jump out of his skin.
"H-Heero!"
The Wing pilot tossed him a coat and glared. "Who's the bastard?"
"No one."
Blue eyes narrowed dangerously, but Heero let it pass. "What the hell are you doing out here this late at night?" he demanded.
Duo bristled. "I do what I want, Yuy!" he snapped defensively. "And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Oh? And I guess that's why you're lost."
"I am not lost," he growled.
"Right. Now do you mind telling me what's going on?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. Now leave me alone."
Heero was silent for a few moments. "What was it that you said earlier?"
"That you were cold-blooded."
"And?"
"Look, I'm sorry. I was angry and didn't know what I was saying. I must've thought myself as Relena or something." Duo shuddered at the thought.
"Only she would never call me a cold-blooded bastard." Heero raised an eyebrow.
The American shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. She wouldn't call anyone anything worse than a ninny anyway." He growled. "Now go away."
Heero regarded him carefully before nodding. "Follow the way of the lake and you'll reach the school. And Duo." He paused. "You better start thinking about a dress for that dance."
He disappeared through the curtain of trees, leaving behind one very startled Deathscythe pilot.
TBC...
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack with short chapters! Hey, it's longer than the ones in Love Potion, right? THOSE were three pages. *grins*
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