okay. part 2. not
as angsty. i think....
Title: Intentions of Time; The Present
Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3, but well...
Warning: angst. time shifting, POV shifting
Disclaimer: I do not own gw..
Notes: kisses to frog, my beta. kisses to caro, my erstwhile muse. kisses
to tanny, my sick sugarbaby
of Time: The Present
The shuttle touched down with
a soft thud, barely disturbing the sleeping occupants within it. One passenger
in particular, however, noted the slight movement and opened his violet
eyes to the rather harsh sunshine through the unclosed hatch window and
squinted at the sudden violation. Duo had forgotten that it would be early
morning when he arrived and had fallen asleep on the shuttle without closing
the little blind. But a small thing like assault to his eyes would not
discourage him today. No. He was finally home after that blasted week
long business trip. He could finally go home, jump on Heero and have a
nice, relaxed meal. And have wild sex, of course. Breathing the faintly
stale air of the shuttle, Duo looked out and saw the runway race by with
a gleeful smile on his face. He couldn't wait to get home and see Heero.
A week was too long of a time to be without his lover.
I watch him as he sleeps, his hair tousled and messy, his bright blue
eyes closed to the world. He breathes softly, his chest rising and falling
almost imperceptibly with each intake of oxygen. God, he is beautiful.
Sure, there is a war going on out there and we are living on the edge
of sanity with our giant gundams as our partners, but right now, all I
see is Heero. The moon is high up in the sky, casting a romantic silver
glow all around the tiny room we share. It bounces off Heero's bronzed
skin and brown hair, sparkling merrily like tiny little jewels. I know
I'm lucky to have this wonderful boy as my lover, my best friend and my
soulmate. I would have never guessed that we would be like this only a
month ago, but here we are, sleeping in the same bed in the nude, our
limbs entwined and our breaths mingling. I don't think I've ever been
so happy with my lot in life. I run my fingers through his hair, touch
his cheek and his lips. He stirs slightly and then opens his eyes. Silver
tinted cobalt eyes stare at me, mesmerizing me. He smiles, his eyes soften
ever so gently, and I know, for as long as I live, I will never forget
Duo waited impatiently as the line off the shuttle ambled along at the
pace of a turtle. People getting their carry-on luggage blocked his way
to the exit and little children stumbled past him in an amazing display
of dexterity. He figured that it was some weird law of nature that made
every shuttle port experience slower than molasses in February. Every
time, it took at least an hour to get off the shuttle and get out of the
port. It was ridiculous how inefficient most people were with their time,
wasting it away by being snail-paced at such an unimportant locale as
a shuttle port. The line of people in front of him moved yet another small
pace and Duo took a small step forward. At this rate, by the time he got
home to Heero, it would be night. He sighed.
I look at our new home and pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming
this time. It's a small little thing, three bedrooms, a kitchen with a
breakfast nook, standard living room and dining room spaces. And of course,
the huge lawn. It's all ours now. Heero and I signed the papers just this
morning and here we are, staring at our new house. This is where we're
going to live together, build our life together. I'm so giddy that I'm
bouncing up and down like an idiot, but Heero is looking at me with indulgence
in his eyes. He reaches out his hand and grasps mine and we run into the
house at full speed. I'm kind of surprised that we don't trip over each
other in our haste to get inside, but we are trained soldiers. We don't
trip. I'm in such a good mood that I don't even want to chastise myself
for that last bit of a stupid joke. Excitement is just pouring out of
me, infecting Heero too, and we collapse on the hardwood floor of our
living room and laugh. Just laugh. This is our home! I have a home. With
Heero. I'm going to cook meals here that Heero will look at with a suspicious
eye before tasting. I'm going to needle Heero when he does laundry because
he has to use the most precise amount of detergent. We're going to argue
over lawn care, house care, hair care. We're going to do everything in
this home. I think my life just can't get any better. I love this house.
I love him. I love life.
People milled around the economy parking lot like so many flies on honey.
They were slow, a little lost and extremely surprised at a running figure
dodging around them. Smiling insanely, Duo ran around the people in his
path and practically flew towards his car. His house was a three hour
drive from the port, but it was an open road that led to his part of the
world. He couldn't wait to get in, start up the car and zoom down the
road in a speed designated by law enforcement as 'reckless and dangerous.'
His patience had worn thin when getting off the shuttle had literally
taken an hour. It was no surprise that as soon as his feet touched the
asphalt of the runway that he took off like a bat out of hell, screaming
'I'm free!' and pumping his fists into the air. It was rather sad to see
him stop abruptly and walk dejectedly towards the luggage pick-up. But
here he was now, luggage in tow, finally free from the slower members
of society. His car awaited him in this huge parking lot, the car of his
dreams. It was the sweetest piece of equipment barring Deathscythe. Three
hours of top speed on land would help him vent his frustration before
he got home to Heero.
I admit, I'm not a drooler. I only drooled over Heero and I think
that's a fairly good thing. But here I am, little drops of saliva falling
out of my opened mouth as I stare at the beautiful sight before me. Moonbeam
silver. Curves that defy laws of physics. Leather and wood blending like
they were nature's first choice of mates. Yes, I'm staring at my new car.
Heero bought it for me for my birthday. I came home from work earlier
today, kind of sad that my birthday so far had been a total bust. Heero
had zipped out of the house in the morning so fast that I barely caught
him saying happy birthday to me. Then work had made me cranky. But I get
home to find my lover laying on the hood of this amazing piece of machinery.
So I'm currently too busy admiring the new car. Heero comes up to me,
enfolds me in a hug and whispers 'happy birthday' to me. I can't believe
it. Sure, we're not impoverished, but this car.. how can we afford it?
I look into his eyes and he kisses me on my nose lightly. All he does
his show me a piece of paper that I know is the title to this car. It
is really mine. The car. Heero jingles the keys in front of me and all
my thoughts of money and budgeting goes out the window as I jump into
the driver's side. A convertible to boot, you know. My god, Heero knows
my taste in everything! Heero gets into the car more genteelly, using
the door. I'm so excited that I have trouble shoving the key into the
ignition. A small part of my mind is telling me to calm down or the drive
would be a short one, ending in a fiery crash at the end of our driveway.
But who needs caution? Not me! So I start up my new car, or dare I say,
my second love, and back out of the driveway. The gentle whirring of the
engine, the smooth feel of leather, it's all real! And then I'm off, tearing
down our little road, probably scaring the neighbors to death in the process,
on my way to a bigger road. Heero laughs, throwing his head back while
the wind tears at his hair. I laugh with him. As birthdays go, I think
I'll put this one at the top of my list.
Duo sighed and gave up. He had looked forward to driving home at an insane
speed, but thanks to all the slow people ahead of him blocking his way,
he was going at a mere speed limit. It seemed to him that every time he
wanted to get somewhere quickly, some gods knew about his diabolical plans
and conspired against him. He sighed once again, and tapped on his steering
wheel with his fingers. It looked like it would take longer than he thought
to get home to Heero. But he did not want to go home looking frustrated
and haggard. He wanted to greet Heero properly, with a big smile and a
tender look. Therefore, with much self-control, Duo calmed his frayed
nerves and took deep, cleansing breaths. He counted backwards from a hundred
in a measured pace, settling his heart beat into a reasonable rhythm.
He thought about nice, calm things like a sunset in the park, waves breaking
on beaches and golf. Slowly, he felt his shoulders unclench and his hands
undo the death grip they had on the steering wheel. His feet stopped itching
to press on the gas pedal and his spine lost most of its ramrod straight
pose. He figured, if the drive was going to be this boring, he might as
well relax. With that thought, Duo turned up the volume on his radio and
blasted songs on his personal mix CD. In his convertible, with a state
of the art stereo and speaker system at full volume, everyone within a
five mile radius could hear his idea of good songs. People driving near
him gave him strange looks and pointed at him, whispering things into
the ears of the other occupants of their car. Duo smirked and waved tauntingly
at the other people on the road. 'Heh,' he thought, 'they don't know how
lucky they are that they can't hear ME singing!'
I must admit that Heero has a damn good aim. Here I am, sitting innocuously
on the sofa, singing a nice song while I leaf through my magazine, and
then thud. Heero throws a pillow at me from the door of our bedroom. Which
is on the second floor! And surprise, surprise, the pillow smacks me right
on the head. I look up and see him throwing me his death glare, daring
me to continue singing. Okay, so it's really early in the morning. Or
should I say dawn? But I couldn't sleep thanks to all the alcohol I drank
at the party earlier. Quatre knows how to throw a party and Wufei makes
a terribly flirty drunk. I think I saw Sally blush to the roots of her
hair at least five times within an hour span. I wonder what he said to
her to make her do that. But I'm brought out of my revelry by Heero telling
me to shut up and come to bed. I should, since I'm supposed to work some
extra hours tomorrow, but I can't. I just can't sleep when there is alcohol
swimming through my blood veins. I get dizzy just thinking about lying
down. I shake my head at my pissed off lover, smiling my best, innocent
smile, and bury my head in my magazine again. Yes, the words are blurring
together and I seem to be reading about kitchen decorations, but who cares?
I'm happy as a clam. A very drunk clam. I'm so absorbed in the intricacies
of embossing tiles that I fall out of the couch in surprise when Heero
sits next to me. I look up at his impossibly handsome face and grin like
a fool. Doesn't he know how good he looks with the lamp light behind his
head, his hair sticking up at odd angles and his night clothes all bunched
up around his shoulders? Heh, probably not. I know my smile is goofy as
I put my head on his lap, still looking up into his eyes. He tries to
look annoyed, but it doesn't last long. Instead, he smiles and caresses
my face. Then he calls me an idiot. I can't help but burst out laughing
because I swear, no one can make the word idiot into an endearment except
for my crazy guy. I think I tell him that I love him, but my brain is
too fuzzy to make out the words I'm making. But I must have said something
sweet because Heero's face softens and he pulls me up to him. He breathes
my scent in and tickles that sensitive spot on my neck. I sigh in contentment
and finally, sleep kicks in.
Duo slumped forward and touched
his head to the steering wheel. For some reason, there was a traffic jam.
On a country road that hardly anyone used. He saw a line of cars ahead
of him, lined up like little children on a field trip, moving sluggishly
ahead at a pace of an inch per hour. He had turned the music down long
ago, tired of the owlishly suspicious looks thrown at him by people near
him. Besides, he figured that just because he was annoyed did not give
him the right to annoy the rest of the world. All the relaxation he had
instilled into his body was gone now, replaced by a boiling frustration
at this unexpected turn of events. He was home finally, after a hellishly
boring business trip and a horrendous flight on the most uncomfortable
shuttle in space, and he had to run into traffic. In the middle of an
afternoon on a work day. He wondered what had caused this strange circumstance
on his way back home. Was there an accident ahead? Some road construction?
A meteor that crashed into the road? What? More than the traffic, he was
frustrated by his lack of knowledge at the situation. The traffic guys
on the radio would not be reporting most likely because this road was
a small, dinky road in the middle of nowhere. He would not get out of
his lovely car to check out what was ahead because he could not leave
his car behind, all by itself. That would be like screaming out 'please,
someone steal my car.' Duo could only think murderously that if there
was construction ahead, he might scream obscenities at the crew and speed
off. Or if it was an accident.. To cause him this much mental anguish,
somebody better have died in a spectacular crash involving explosions
and body parts.
It's a nice day. I have my little packed lunch and I'm running at
a break neck speed towards the park. I'm late, again. Heero's probably
waiting for me on our bench, his eyebrow twitching as he stares into his
watch. I'm always late. I swear, if he wants to have lunch with me at
noon, he should tell me to be there by eleven thirty so I'll be on time.
So I pick up the pace a little more and grin at the fact that I'm still
in shape. I can still run like I'm fifteen. And Heero would say, I still
think like I'm fifteen. Well, I'm a big believer in nurturing the inner
child. I can see our bench and yes, Heero is sitting there. He has his
little bagged lunch beside him, unopened and tidy. That's my Heero. He
never starts to eat until I appear. One night, I forgot to call home to
say I'd be really late for dinner and when I got home at around two in
the morning, Heero was still waiting for me, dinner uneaten. That was
a hell of a night. We ate our cold meal together and then made love until
the sun came up. Our neighbors gave us funny looks the next day, but what
can I say? I'm a screamer. And so is Heero. I finally get to the bench
and I bend at the waist so I can catch my breath. My lunch is clutched
in my left hand, the paper bag scrunched and looking sadly squashed. I
guess I didn't pay attention to my lunch's condition as I ran like hell.
I sit next to Heero, waiting for the inevitable lecture about punctuality,
but I don't get it. Instead, he takes my lunch from my hands, looks inside
disapprovingly and shakes his head. Then he hands me his lunch bag, still
crisp and quite unsquashed. While I gape like a fish out of water, he
takes out my very malformed sandwich and battered juice and begins to
eat. When I keep staring, he gives me a look that basically tells me to
start eating or he would stuff it down my throat. So I take out his sandwich,
the crusts cut off in neat lines and looking like it just came out of
a conveyor belt of perfectly shaped sandwiches and take a bite. We sit
in companionable silence as we eat each other's lunches in this beautiful
park. It's too bad that lunch breaks are so damned short.
Duo accelerated as soon as he passed the orange cones and nearly rear
ended the car in front of him. He had finally passed the thing that had
caused the traffic jam, a tiny little fender bender that some old blind
lady caused by running into a boy who probably had just gotten his license.
The worst of the driving world, old lady and reckless beginner driver,
had collided to make his life utterly frustrating. A part of him was glad
that neither person was hurt in the accident, but there was that other
part of him, the part that had allowed him to pilot Deathscythe with precision,
that had wanted to jump out of his car and throttle the careless twosome
into hell. But there was no more traffic and he was speeding along quite
nicely. Duo put on his sunglasses, took a deep breath and yelled at the
top of his lungs. He yelled until he felt that all the frustration was
gone from his system, then he yelled some more just because it had felt
Five card draw is not my game. Poker, in general, is not my game.
Heero says it's because I take too many gambles and risks, but really.
It's a card game of chance more than strategy to me. If I get a good hand,
I'll keep it and bet until I run out of chips or someone calls me on it.
If get a bad hand, I'll bluff like crazy. My policy of never lying does
not extend to the card table. But then again, my pile of chips right now
is the lowest out of the five of us. Heero has a nice stack of chips going,
but it is Trowa who's really raking it in. Right now, we are all staring
at our cards and each other, trying to see who had a good hand and who
was a sucker. It's not fair that we know each other so damn well that
we can pick out the little movements that tell the others what we're holding
in our hand. For instance, Wufei is looking rather intensely at his cards
and not paying any attention to us. He is tapping his index finger of
his left hand on the table while his right hand is gripping the cards
like they are going to fly away if he loosened up. That says to me, Wufei
has a terrible hand and he's not happy with it at all. Next, I look at
Quatre. His eyebrows are knit together in concentration, crunching his
nose in a most adorable way. He purses his lips. And there! He just licked
his lips. Yes, Quatre has a great hand, probably a full house or better.
I move onto Trowa only to see that he looks as emotionless as ever. That
guy has the best poker face, better than Heero. But I know every nuance
of Heero's face, so it's not a fair comparison. But then again, Trowa
takes a drink from his glass. He never takes a drink unless he thinks
he needs to bluff. At least he did in the past. Maybe he knows that I
know that he takes a drink when he's about to bluff and he's just faking
me out. Whoa. Too many words in that train of thought. Anyway, I stare
at Heero last. My lover looks thoughtful, probably deliberating the risk
factor against the victory factor. He is so very analytical. I love that.
He looks so cute when he's deliberating. I keep staring at my lover, no
longer looking for signs of a 'tell' but for the sheer joy of just looking
at him. I'm jolted out of my adoration by Wufei who kicks me in the shins
and tells me either to bet or fold. I'm sure he had more ungentlemanly
words in mind, but Wufei is always polite when at other people's homes.
Even ours. Sheesh, Wufei, stick up your ass or what? But I take his suggestion
and I bet. Of course I bet! My hand of cards shows two queens and three
jacks. I have a really good hand. I can't lose on this one. And as I suspected,
Wufei folds. He slams his cards down on the table and grumbles about unfairly
dealing Americans. I guess he means me since I dealt this round. Quatre
smiles beatifically and matches my bet. And he raises. Damn. He must have
a killer hand. Trowa folds. I can't imagine what he had in his hands,
but I guess me and Quatre starting the betting so high and raising did
not sit well with his intention to bluff. Heero bets and raises too. What
is this, clean-me-out night? Well, I can't back down now, so I bet and
I raise. Hell, Quatre, Heero and I continue this, we're all going to be
putting down the deeds to our houses like those old western movies I hate
and Heero loves. The madness ends when I finally break and call Heero
on his last raise and Quatre complies. Hell, Quatre probably saw how low
my stack of chips were and decided to be nice. Heero lays down his cards
in his usual manner, one at a time. I see an ace, which is not too good,
then another ace, which really sucks, then two tens and a king. I breathe
a little easier since I know I have a better hand. I put my cards down,
my fabulous full house and grin like a maniac. I'd like to see Quatre
beat that one. Well, not really, but it's a saying, you know? I hold my
breath as he lays his cards down. If I win, I'm going to have a nice hefty
pot to collect, maybe enough for those curtains Heero and I have been
eyeing for some time. The yellow ones with the peach colored dots on them.
Quatre lays his cards down, all at once, and smiles at me. I think it's
a gracious smile, but is it one of defeat or of victory? I look at his
cards and I realize I won this round. He was bluffing, that sly bugger.
He just made me think he had good cards. But that doesn't matter now.
I rake in the winnings from the center of the table while Wufei grumbles
more loudly about low dealing Americans. But I'm not paying him any heed
because I'm too busy dreaming about those curtains. They'd look wonderful
in the window of our living room facing out to the lawn.
Duo finally saw the sign for his little town. It was only twelve miles
from here and at the speed he was going, he'd make it there in less than
five minutes. Heero had told him over the phone just before he left his
hotel at the L3 colony cluster that he would be home to greet him. The
elation was building in Duo again. His lover was so considerate and wonderful
that he would take a day off work just to welcome him back after a business
trip. By now, those curtains they picked out last week should be hanging
in the window. Duo could not think of a better way to come home. He pushed
down further on the gas pedal and the car raced down the little road to
his lover and his house with the curtains.
There are lights everywhere and the stars can't compete with them.
Tonight, all of the earth and the colonies are celebrating the end of
the Eve war. I hear that it's winter in some parts of the earth, but Heero
and my part of the world is quite warm. I can feel the warm stirring of
the wind weaving through the crowd. This party is Relena's affair and
she must have invited every single person she had ever met. I'm in my
Sunday best, a nice suit and tie. Heero is too and he looks good enough
to eat. Everyone we know is here, dancing, drinking, talking, laughing.
This night is a blast and I'm going to enjoy every last minute of it because
tomorrow morning, I'm going on a stupid business trip to L3. For a week.
So I grab a flute of champagne off the nearest waiter, grab Heero by his
wrist and drag him off for some mingling. He is not the most sociable,
but he can hold a conversation contrary to popular belief. I'm convinced
that he could out-talk me if I gave him half the chance. We walk together,
pausing once in a while to talk to other people. All the time, we hold
hands, our fingers linked together in an intricate mesh. His palm is warm
and dry against mine and even though I'm only touching his hand, it's
like I can feel his entire body. But then again, it's always like that
when Heero and I touch. We do the rounds for a while, talking, socializing,
drinking and laughing. So many stories are told in this night because
alcohol makes tongues a little bit looser. Heero and I listen with apt
rapture as Trowa drunkenly explains to us how he got the bruise on his
elbow. He even rolls up his sleeve to show us the bruise. I laugh and
Heero cracks a joke that sounds dirty even to my experienced ears. Quatre
blushes at Heero's comment and Wufei shoves Trowa in a friendly way, shooting
him a taunting look. Relena looks properly shocked but she laughs, too.
The night wanes further and people are drifting off to their homes or
hotel rooms. Heero and I say our good byes and we head home, too. It's
an hour drive or so and Heero is driving my car. He doesn't drink like
I do, thankfully. The drive home is easy and peaceful, both of us talking
softly about how good it was to see everyone again. He is holding my hand
with his free hand, gently squeezing every minute or so, as if to assure
me that he's always going to be here by my side. I gaze at his profile
and fall deeper into love. I can only hope that the week away from him
won't be as painful as I think it will be.
Duo drove up the driveway as silently as possible. He wanted to surprise
Heero by jumping into the house with a loud yell. He wanted to see that
look on Heero's face. The one where surprise and joy mixed so evenly.
He cut the engine to his car and debated for a split second whether or
not to retrieve the luggage. Deciding that luggage could be dealt with
later, Duo opened the door of his car slowly and shut it without nary
a noise. Duo looked at the window with a cursory glance and noticed that
there was a stain on the curtains that they had just bought shortly before
he had left on his trip. The yellow with the peach dots seemed to be sporting
a dark splotch from where Duo stood. Duo sighed melodramatically. It looked
like steam vacuuming time sometime in the week. But he did not want to
worry about the curtains now. That would come later. He crept up to the
front door and opened the screen slowly so that Heero would not be alerted
to his presence. He drew in a deep breath so he could yell 'I'm home'
as loud as he could and he turned the door knob and opened the door.
I love the way he smiles. I love the way he speaks. I love him in
all his ways and quirks, faults and foibles. So I leave him a note on
the table just before I shoot out the door to the shuttle port. I miss
him already. I'm a total romantic fool, you know? It's not like I'm never
going to see him again.
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