Shinigami's Song Part 7
Heero scooped the unconscious Duo into his arms and cradled him like a baby. He shrugged off the shocked stares of their friends. "He was hysterical..." When they still didn't react Heero shook his head. ~Do they actually think I'm going to hurt him now that I've finally got him back?~ "He'll wake up in a few hours with a slight headache... I'll give him an aspirin ok? Now where does he live?"
Finally Trowa hastily scrawled an address on a piece of paper and handed it to Heero. Heero grabbed his small duffel bag and the paper, all the time aware of the message sent in Trowa's calm expression, 'Don't mess this up.' He nodded and looked down at the peaceful Duo in his arms. Then before leaving he sent Trowa a message of his own. 'I won't.' He swiftly turned on his heel and walked out of the hospital to Duo's apartment.
~*~
Duo fitfully rolled over on the bed's comfortable mattress and frowned. He should be pressed up against some extremely cold and uncomfortable bars now... come to think of it, since when are hospital beds comfortable??!
His eyes flew open, and Duo stared unblinking at the familiar walls of his room. ~It must have been a dream!~ He shook his head and winced as it started throbbing.
"Some pretty fucked up dream!" He shuffled out of bed and into his bathroom. He fished a can of beer from his hiding spot in the toilet tank, shook a few aspirin into his hand, and swallowed them quickly with a gulp of beer.
Humming an old L'Arc-en-Ciel song under his breath, Duo shuffled through the living room. Yawning, he entered the kitchen... where reality came crashing down. Standing by the sink in his robe was the Perfect Soldier himself, Heero Yuy, and to make matters worse, he appeared to be calmly pouring every drop of alcohol Duo owned down the sink.
Dumbfounded, Duo stood aghast as Heero poured the last of a bottle... Jack Daniels, his mind coolly supplied, into the drain. He didn't even move until Heero slipped the half empty can from his loosened fingers.
"Wait a minute! What in the hell do you think you are doing?"
Hero didn't even pause in his actions. "Carrying out my mission."
~Mission! Mission! It's always a mission!~ "And just how does wasting all my good alcohol fit into your mission?" He practically sneered the words at his ex-lover.
"I'm protecting you. That is my mission."
"So your mission is to protect me from the big bad beer manufacturers? Thanks, but no thanks!"
"Iie. Right now I'm protecting you from your own idiocy." Heero tossed the empty can into the garbage and walked out of the kitchen, leaving a speechless Duo in his wake.
~*~
Heero walked into the messy living room and smiled. He'd anticipated some resistance on Duo's part, after all, he'd been cruelly rejected and Duo did not handle rejection well. And the baka could be damn proud at times, and absolutely stubborn when he wanted to be.
~Too bad, Duo, you can't escape me. Now that I've found you I've found the other half of my soul again. I'm not going to give you up ever again.~ He then proceeded to search the apartment for any other alcohol he may have missed.
~*~
"Who the hell does he think he is?~" Duo searched his kitchen for any booze Heero hadn't found. The place was cleaned out, hell there wasn't even any Nyquill!
€ Your bodyguard. €
"Shut up."
€ Sorry you can't shut up your own mind! Gosh, this must feel just like how the other pilots felt when you wouldn't shut up, huh? €
"Omae o korosu."
€ Sure. Whatever. *Beeeedaaa* €
His own mind just blew him a raspberry and he wasn't even drunk! This day was not turning out as good as he'd originally hoped. "So who are you and what do you want?"
€ Don't go actin' like you're nuts or something! I'm you more specifically, I'm your voice of reason. That's why we haven't chatted recently, until a little while ago I was locked up in the dusty corner of your mind along with subtlety and tact. €
"I have tact?" He actually sounded surprised.
€ Yeah... well, he's not looking too good right now. But I'm not here to talk about that! €
"Why are you here?"
€ I'm here to help you deal with Heero! €
"Deal? What's there to deal with! Soon as this conversation is over I'm kicking his ass out of here!"
€ Do you really think it will be that easy? €
"No."
€ Smart boy. €
"Sankyou..."
€ So what are you going to do? €
Duo poured himself a cup of coffee, poured in some milk and five spoons of sugar. "From the looks of things he's probably not leaving." He took a sip and added two more spoons of sugar. "If I heard correctly, before I was rudely knocked out, he accepted a mission..."
€ You. €
"Bingo... I'm so clever."
€ Fuck you. €
"Anyway... as his mission, I'm not likely to be out of his sight for very long... If at all! You know how he obsesses."
€ Do I ever! €
"Yeah... so it's going to be business as usual around here..."
€ Business as usual... oh. You're evil. €
"Again, sankyou."
€ So how long before he cracks? €
"A mere mortal? A few hours... Heero? I give him a week."
€ Can you stand to be around him a week without breaking and prostrating yourself at his feet? €
"I hope so."
€ Question. €
"Hm?"
€ Why not prostrate yourself at his feet? €
"Pride. Everyone's got it. Even a street brat."
€ What if he wants you back? He didn't have to come. €
"Too late. He made it abundantly clear just what he thought of me..." Duo grinned his Shinigami grin-the one few people saw, and even fewer lived to speak of. "But that doesn't mean I can't have fun..."
€ Fun? What kind of fun? € Even the voice in his head sounded worried.
"I'm going to drive him crazy! Before the 'mission' is over, Heero Yuy won't be able to tell which way is up!
€ So you're going to tease him to distraction and then leave him hanging? €
"Yup."
€ Let me reiterate, you are evil. €
"Sankyou! But first... a few phone calls... Vinny is probably going nuts!"
~*~
Heero shook his head and finally emptied the very last of Duo's alcohol down the bathroom drain... though how the American managed to fit an entire case of Heinekin, an six-pack of Becks, and a bottle of Johnny Walker in one toilet tank...
With the first step of Duo-proofing the apartment finished, Heero wandered into the living room in time to catch the tail end of Duo's conversation.
"Of course I'll be there today Vinny!"
**pause**
"Yeah, we definitely have to use that drummer for 'Ya Gotta'... What do you mean?! Of course we're recording it!"
The whole conversation started to get interesting as Duo began pacing around the room gesturing angrily at this 'Vinny'. Heero could barely contain his laughter while Duo raved at this person.
"Listen, this is my song. It goes on my new album. If you don't like that then I'll find a new manager!"
**pause**
"Fuck the little teeny-boppers! I don't care if they do find it offensive!! Good. Then maybe they'll grow up!"
**A squawk over the line even Heero could hear**
"Too bad, so sad, Vinny! It's in! Seeyalaterbye!" **SLAM**
Crossing his arms, Heero prepared for the fight. Up until this moment Duo had been relatively easy to handle, but that should be over soon.
~Yeah... knocking someone unconscious and shocking them senseless tends to keep people docile.~
"You ready Heero?"
"Ready?" Not quite the flurry of insults and cursing that he'd expected.
"Yeah man! I should be at the studio... GAH!! Five minutes ago!" Duo raced around the room grabbing a jacket, keys, and a pair of sunglasses. He hooked an arm around Heero on his last pass around the room and dragged him through the door.
"You drive!" Duo shoved the keys into Heero's hands and jumped into the passenger seat of a beaten old car.
Heero shrugged and slid into the driver's seat. "Hn. Where to?"
~*~
Usually riding in a car calmed Duo down, but not today. Today he was on his way to record the song that could make or break his career. Not only that, but he was effectively trapped with the most suicidal, psychotic, silent- § hot, sexy, and insatiable pilot ever to traipse around space.§
~Who are you?! You're not my voice of reason!~
§ Hell no! I'm your deepest desires... your darkest fantasies... I'm what makes you eat the chocolate chip cookie dough and forget about the cookies!!! You can call me id. [1]§
~Uhh... hi id.~
§ 'Sup Duo? So I see you're in a confined space with the subject of your every dream for the past... 11 years... why haven't you jumped him yet?!! Want me to remind you just how fun cars can be?§
~NO!~ Duo flushed. That would not be a good idea.
§ Hn. I guess not... hey, did that ever come out of the upholstery?§
~No.~
§ Heh... but you still haven't answered my first question.§
~My voice of reason and I- ~
§ Hold it right there. Since when do we listen to that wimp??! Forget whatever garbage he told you and listen to me... lean over there, cop a feel, and forcefully remind that Adonis that you can do much more with your mouth than just sing!!§
Duo couldn't control the choke or the bright blush that spread over his face.
"Daijoubu?"
"Uhhh h-hai Heero"
~Now you listen here! He left me! I didn't want him to go!~
§ So? That doesn't mean he doesn't want back! People make mistakes!§
~Not the perfect soldier.~
§ He is only human! You can make the first move... open the lines of communication, make it easier! §
~He. Left. Me. I will not go running back to him. I have my pride!~
§ Aaaaaa.... Pride. Hold on tightly to that. It keeps you so warm on cold winter nights. §
TBC...
[1] id is the term coined by Sigmund Freud. In his theory, id was your base emotions, desires & stuff... your 'I want!!' this was controlled by your ego, which sorted out the things you can physically do... like you can't wave your arms & fly. It doesn't work no matter how much you try. Lastly there is the Super ego, which decides what you SHOULD do. An id/ego/super ego conversation might go like this:
id: I want money! Let's rob a bank!
Ego: I have a gun & a ski mask...
Super ego: Shut up bakas! No!
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