Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This
story is. Nuff said.
See Part 1 for warnings
************ Time passing or scene change
*~*~*~*~*~* Major POV shift
Marriage + Chapter 12
"Dammit Heero, of all
the 'traditions' Q came up with, why'd you have to agree to go along with
this one?" Duo muttered, rolling over in bed again in frustration.
'Share a bed with the guy for a coupla lousy weeks and now I can't sleep
by myself anymore! Screw this, I'm findin' where Q stuck Heero and gettin'
a good night's sleep.'
Rolling out of bed, Duo stalked across to the door, yanked it open, and
"Back to bed," Quatre ordered, one hand pressed firmly against
Duo's chest. "It's bad luck to see each other before the ceremony
on the day of the wedding. It is now past midnight. Go back to bed!
"No buts! Bed!"
Resignedly, Duo retreated to the room, slamming the door in aggravation.
"And don't even think about going out the window, mister!"
Quatre yelled from the hallway.
dropped his hand from the window latch.
Flinging himself back on the bed, he thought sulkily, 'Wonder how he'd
like to have to sleep away from Trowa? Stupid bed doesn't even
Shooting off the bed, Duo darted into the bathroom and opened the hamper.
"Yes! Perfect! Now maybe I can get to sleep!" Clutching the
shirt that Heero had changed out of before the rehearsal, he climbed back
into bed. It wasn't as good as having Heero in bed with him, but it was
better than nothing. Snuggling his face against the shirt, he slowly drifted
off to sleep, automatically shushing the part of his mind that was asking
incredulously just what the hell he thought he was doing, sleeping
with his lover's shirt.
Lightly brushing his thumb against his ring in what was becoming a regular
habit, Heero thought somewhat guiltily that he was glad Duo had been upset
earlier. 'I didn't think he'd react that strongly when Quatre told him
that I'd be sleeping elsewhere tonight and we wouldn't see each other
again till the ceremony. The fact that that bothered him so much has
to mean that he's starting to care for me at least a little bit more than
The guestroom bed felt cold and lonely, and the sheets didn't smell right.
Rolling onto his back, Heero realized, 'This is the first night we've
been apart since Duo moved me into his room. Wonder if he's finding it
as hard to get to sleep as I am?' Shaking his head slightly at that wistful
thought, he scolded himself silently, 'Don't be an idiot, Yuy. It's too
soon to hope for that much.'
Looking out the window, Quatre said incredulously, "It's raining.
Trowa, it's raining. Why is it raining, it was scheduled to be
a sunny day today!"
Pulling a newsfeed up on the computer, Trowa informed him drily, "Well,
it looks like you got your wish for something to not go smoothly.
According to this, there's a problem with the colony's weather controls.
The rain is expected to continue all day."
"All day?" Quatre wailed. "But the reception was
supposed to be in the garden! There's way too many people coming to have
"And whose idea was it to invite so many people?" the brunet
inquired none too sympathetically.
Quatre glared at him, then said, "Okay, we'll just have to move the
reception. Or... find tents?" He looked up at Trowa hopefully.
"No. Absolutely not. There's performances scheduled today, Quatre,"
Trowa said firmly, nipping that idea in the bud.
Relenting, Trowa offered, "I'll call the caterer and see if she has
any suggestions; this must happen to other people sometimes. Wufei's looking
after Heero this morning, so why don't you go take breakfast up to Duo?"
"Okay. Thank you," Quatre beamed, giving Trowa a quick kiss
before hurrying off to tend to one half of the happy couple.
Opening Duo's door quietly, Quatre was relieved to see his form still
huddled under the covers. 'After all that fuss last night, I half expected
him to have snuck out between then and now.' Moving closer to the bed,
he spotted a bright splash of colour against the pillow. 'What on earth...
That looks familiar... Wait a minute, that's the shirt Heero was wearing
around the house yesterday before the rehearsal!' A slow smile spread
across his face, 'Oh Heero, maybe everything will work out the way you
want even sooner than you'd hoped...' Realizing that Duo might not react
well to being caught cuddling Heero's shirt in his sleep, Quatre silently
exited the room. He then knocked firmly and waited for Duo's response
before taking his breakfast in to him.
Ending his call, Trowa was extremely glad he had called the caterer first.
Apparently, weather malfunctions were more common than he'd realized because
the caterer had her own tents in case of such an emergency and had automatically
sent them. Her trucks should be arriving any minute with the tents and
setup crew. Quickly glancing over the newsfeed again, he spotted another
problem, however. 'Damn. Une knew it'd be tight, but she thought they'd
actually be here by now.' Sighing, Trowa started another call,
hoping that he could fix this problem as easily as the previous
"Zechs and Lu are going to be very late, but they should make it
in time to surprise Heero," Trowa murmured to Quatre as they headed
off to get ready.
"What? I thought their ship was due in this morning?!"
"It was. Engine trouble. They were re-routed to L3 since it was closest.
Fortunately, one of the WEI shuttles was scheduled to make a pickup on
L3 early this morning and I was able to get them on it for the return
trip. But it's going to be very tight timing."
"I hope that's the last problem," muttered Quatre.
"So do I," Trowa answered. 'But I doubt it. After all, isn't
trouble supposed to come in threes?'
Duo looked out the window at the line of cars delivering wedding guests.
This was it. The point of no return was fast approaching. And much to
his surprise, while he was slightly nervous about the ceremony itself,
his doubts regarding the actual marriage were a thing of the past. 'I
didn't realize how much I'd missed Heero while he was stuck on Earth.
I guess after awhile I just sort of got so used to missin' him that I
didn't really notice the ache anymore. But after having been in the same
house for the past three weeks and in the same room and the same
bed for two of those, even one night away from him seems like too
long.' That quiet, somehow familiar, little voice that had been gradually
growing more insistent over the past few weeks pointed out to him that
those were awfully strong feelings for "just" a best friend
Watching guests enter the house, Heero was relieved that Duo had managed
to persuade Quatre to keep the actual wedding guest list fairly
short. No more than could be comfortably seated in the mansion's small
ballroom - which was still more than he would have really preferred. All
those other business and political figures that Quatre felt could not
be ignored entirely had been invited to the reception instead. That, he
could live with. 'A wedding should be for family and friends only. The
reception's just a chance to eat, meet, and greet like any other social
function. Though frankly, I wouldn't care if the ceremony had the largest
guest list on record as long as Duo and I were married at the end of it.'
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