Blue Forest Banshee Part 51
A warm day. Bright sunlight. The low buzzing of the enormous black and yellow striped bees worrying the flowers. A large black cat stepping daintily among the flowers, stopping now and then to nose one of the fragrant blooms.
The concrete rim of the planter, warmed by the sun. The Banshee stretched out on his back, arm lying across his eyes, thrumming lightly as he dozes.
"Duo!"
"Ah!"
Duo sat up with a start and fell off the planter, landing on his butt on the stone path.
"Oops! Sorry. Were you asleep?"
Duo blinked, shielding his eyes from the sun and trying to rub his bruised rear at the same time.
Wufei offered a hand up; Duo took it.
"Did I not look asleep?" Duo growled.
Wufei shrugged. "It's hard to tell when I can't see your eyes." He reached around and rubbed Duo's butt. "I'm sorry. Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
Duo just looked at him, purple eyes wide.
"Oh, right. Heero would kill me."
"What brought on this death wish, Wufei?" Duo asked sidling away.
Wufei plopped down on the planter. "Ah, Duo, you know I'm madly in love with you," he grinned.
Duo sat down a few feet away. "'Madly in love?'"
"Well... Desperately? Futilely? Hopelessly?"
"Have you been drinking?"
"At this time of day? Don't be ridiculous!"
Duo eyed him suspiciously. "You're awfully cheerful..."
Wufei cackled alarmingly. "We caught a cow tipper!"
"Huh?"
"Trowa and I. We got sent on another of those lousy cow-tipping jobs, and we caught him! A smart-ass, pint-size, wing waving Fairy! Hah! Red-handed!"
"Oh. That's great. I thought Trowa had refused to do any more of those."
Wufei waved a hand airily. "He has this problem with stepping in things. We handed the kid over to his Clan, and I don't think he's going to be a problem ever again. Not from the look on his father's face." He flashed an evil smile.
"Where is Trowa?" Duo asked.
"He said he needed to lie down. I offered to write up the report."
Duo blinked. That didn't sound like Trowa. "Is he okay?"
"Oh, sure. He just needed to clean up and have a nap."
"Clean up?"
"Yeah."
"He didn't step in...?"
"He fell in."
"He what?!"
"The pile, you know. Where they put it all. He fell in."
"Oh, geez... Bad?"
"Oh, yeah."
Duo glared at the Were-Dragon. "You act like it's funny."
"Of course not!" The Chinese creature drew back, wounded. "I was very supportive. I threw him a rope."
Duo dropped his face into his hands. "You are so bloody mean!"
"But I didn't fall into a pile of bullshit!" He patted Duo's shoulder. "I'm teasing, Duo. It wasn't that bad. He just hates being dirty. And stinky. And slimy."
"You're awful," Duo muttered. "You're just joking, right?"
"Yeah. He stepped in another pile, is all. He's fine, but his boots are being buried at sundown." He hitched himself closer to the smirking Banshee.
"I've been hearing some disturbing gossip since we got back, though."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. There's an ugly rumor going around that you and Heero are having hot, wild, monkey sex."
"What?!" exclaimed Duo. "Where did you hear that?!"
"Is it true?"
Duo spluttered angrily. "Of course not! Don't be ridiculous!"
"So, what part isn't true? Hot, wild, monkey or sex?" He waggled his eyebrows at the red-faced Banshee.
"None of it is true! We're not having any kind of sex!"
"No?" Wufei sounded more disappointed than anything else.
"NO! We haven't done anything more than kiss! Bloody blast!"
"Ah! So you are kissing!"
Duo stared at his friend for a moment. Then he threw back his head and screamed.
Wufei just smirked at him, and suddenly grabbed his shoulders and swooped in for a quick kiss.
For a moment, Duo floundered, arms windmilling. Wufei backed off, laughing.
"Now Trowa and I are even!"
Duo just stared at him. "You are crazy!" he whispered.
"No, you are dead."
They both jumped. The dark shadow of Heero in his Wyvern form loomed over them.
Wufei leaned back on his hands. "Hey, Heero! How ya doin'?"
Heero glared at him. Reached out to close formidable talons in the front of Wufei's shirt.
The Were-Dragon smirked. Giggled.
Duo grabbed Heero's arm.
"Heero! Don't! He's acting weird. I think he's drunk."
"Hn." Heero glanced at Duo, then back at Wufei. "Have you been drinking, Wufei?" he asked carefully.
"Hell, no! I told him I wasn't drunk!" He leaned forward, resting one arm atop Heero's. "I just wanted a kiss. You get kissed, Trowa gets kissed, Q gets kissed. I never get kissed."
Heero looked again at Duo, frowning this time. "He's lost his mind."
Duo nodded his agreement. "I don't think you should kill a crazy person, Heero. It might be bad luck," he whispered.
"Heero! Heero! Don't kill him!"
They all turned in the direction of that shouting.
Trowa loped up to them, panting. "Wufei, I've been all over the Castle and town looking for you!" he gasped. "He doesn't know what he's doing," he babbled to Duo and Heero.
"He says he hasn't been drinking," Heero growled.
"He hasn't! He took some kind of Human cold remedy!"
Duo let out a squawk. "Oh my god! That could really hurt him!"
Heero released Wufei's shirt, still glaring. Wufei held onto Heero's arm, the only thing keeping him from toppling over onto the path.
Trowa shook his head, still catching his breath. "Saw the healer. Said he should go to bed, rest. Thought he was. Had to shower. Got out, he was gone. I've been running all over looking for you, you idiot!" he shouted at Wufei, who just grinned lopsidedly.
"I had to find Duo," Wufei interjected brightly. "It's my turn for a kiss."
They all stared at him. Heero changed to his human form, still glaring.
"Wufei," he growled. "You idiot Dragon!"
He slung an arm around Heero's shoulders and planted a noisy kiss on the Wyvern's cheek. "Mmm... Heero, you're salty. 'Member when we used to kiss? Way back... Always made sure... we were even... Remember...?"
He was slipping, heading for the ground. Heero rolled his eyes and sighed. He scooped Wufei up and handed him to Trowa.
"I think you better chain him down until that stuff wears off."
Trowa nodded. "I thought he was out cold."
"Why would he take Human drugs?" Duo wanted to know.
"He said his sinuses were killing him, and the sheriff offered him some stuff. I started to warn him, but he just grabbed it and swallowed. He was really feeling bad."
"Cow tippers?" asked Duo.
Trowa sighed heavily, wrinkling his nose. "Yeah. Heero, why do we always get the stinky jobs?"
"Because you do them so well?" Heero smirked. "I don't know. The Fates hate you."
"They must. Um... Anyway, I'm sorry he was behaving badly."
"He wasn't that bad," said Duo. "He was scaring me a little, though, being weird and all. And kissing me."
"He kissed you?" Trowa blushed slightly. "Sorry," he muttered. "He's been ranting about me kissing you that time in the theater."
"You're kidding! That was months ago!"
"Yeah... well..." Wufei snorted in his sleep and tried to roll over. "Hold still, dammit!" Trowa struggled to keep hold of him.
"He's kind of squirmy, isn't he?" Duo laughed.
"Do you need help, Trowa?" asked Heero.
"No, thanks. We may not be in the office tomorrow. Depends on how he's acting."
"Fine," Heero agreed.
They watched Trowa's departure silently, then Duo turned to Heero.
"He really was acting weird, with a capital 'W', Heero."
Heero rumbled softly. "I wasn't happy to see him pounce on you."
Duo lifted one eyebrow. "Just a kiss, Heero. Not like he tried to undress me."
"Yeah," Heero growled at him. "I would've had to kill him then."
Duo slipped his hand into Heero's. "I don't know, Heero. You did some blushing yourself when he kissed you," he smiled. "And what was all that about kissing you way back, hmm?"
Heero glared at him. "No comment," he grumbled.
"They were hitting on you once upon a time, weren't they? Just like with me!" Heero said nothing. "Ah-ha!" He poked Heero in the ribs. "You tease, you!"
"Banshee...!"
"Aw... You're cute when you blush, Heero!"
"Duo..."
The Banshee laughed and took off running, Heero right behind him.
TBC...
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