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Last Beautiful Girl
+ Part 2
I let him move in. What the
hell else was I gonna do? Yeah, I can really see myself sayin', 'No Heero,
you can't stay with me, 'cause I've wanted to jump you since I shot you
almost six years ago, and if I'm around you constantly, I'm scared shitless
I will.' Uh-huh. Riiiiiight.
So he set his precious lap-top up in my guest room, slid his Sig into
the bedside table, and went out to conquer the cyber-world of Southern
California. Ninmu ryokai.
Me, I went back to doing my part-time bodyguard-to-visiting-stars kinda
thing. Out here, I'm a minor celebrity all by myself, and it tickles those
Hollywood twinks to have one of the 'Gundam Five' lookin' out for their
asses. Hey, don't look at me like that, it pays the bills! Housing in
SD ain't cheap, boys and girls.
Heero started free-lancing for a bunch of cutting-edge techies and doing
security systems on the side. What can I say? Nobody does it better than
the guy who used to regularly dismantle the damn things. Musta paid pretty
well, too, because my house started getting regular upgrades - like a
spa - and my mortgage was going bye-bye at a frightening rate.
Oh, I tried to argue with Mr. I-have-a-mission Yuy. Duo Maxwell takes
handouts from no one. But he just gave me his 'target acquired' stare
that always makes me feel like a duck on a las-rifle range and informed
me that since he was living on the premises, paying rent, and intended
to keep doing so, he had the right to implement changes to the property
that did not interfere with, or violate, the building code. Quote, end
The bastard then proceeded to draw up a rental contract - with me as landlord
-- and send it to a lawyer to have it okayed as far as legal ramifications
went. After that, he bushwhacked me on a Sunday when I was still half
asleep and made me read the damn thing through before signing on the dotted
line. I was beginning to feel like an innocent bystander in the middle
of a hostile take-over... stay out of the way of the nice Gundam and you
won't get hurt.
Heero informed me that it was for my own good.
"You're too generous with your resources, Maxwell. Your next tenant could
clean you out."
"But I'm not going to have a next tenant," I protested. "I mean, seriously,
man, I do okay on my own."
His face closed up immediately, and I wanted to kick myself repeatedly
as I felt his withdrawal. He'd been here for five months and we still
hadn't talked about Relena or the last three years. Not for lack of my
trying, but if Heero doesn't want to talk about something, you darn well
don't talk about it. That bitch had done a real number on him, and sometimes
he'd get this look on his face that made me want to hop a shuttle to Sanq
just to kick her ass.
"Hee-man, you know I'm happy you're here, right? If you weren't, who'd
make me eat those nasty bran muffins? Or the leafy green stuff? You're
good for me, babe."
I slung a friendly arm around his shoulders and he looked at me out of
those huge, deep-ocean eyes and I wanted to kiss him until we both needed
artificial respiration. I mentally smacked myself upside the brain.
Bad Duo. Baaaaaad Duo. No lusting after the beautiful, straight-as- an-arrow
Perfect Soldier. He will drop-kick your ass into the next county.
I was about to remove myself from the danger zone when his hand touched
my back. Then his arm slid cautiously around my waist and he was leaning
against me -- just slightly, like he was unsure how I'd react.
How did I react? My damn throat closed up and I wanted to bawl like a
girly-man. This was the first time since I'd met him that Heero had responded
to my overtures in any way other than 'Shut-up baka' or 'Omae o korosu'.
I wished I had La Peacecraft in front of me so I could do my 'nyah-nyah,
loser' dance all over her pink ass.
We stood like that for long minutes and it was perfect. Heero's basically
the same height as me, and we fit together like... well, we fit. Of course,
I was getting a monster erection just feeling him against me like that,
but I manfully did my best to ignore it and prayed he wouldn't notice.
Finally, he moved away, and I let him go, even though it was the last
thing I wanted to do.
"Thank you, Duo. I mean it. I... when I left Sanq, I didn't know where
else to go. I hope I haven't screwed up your life too badly."
"Heero no baka." I snorted. "Can the pity party, dude, you gotta know
I love seeing your ugly mug every morning. Just like old times. At least
you get your own room now, huh?"
An odd expression flitted across his features, but it was gone before
I could nail it down and the Spandex Warrior, scourge of nasty mildew
and evil dustbunnies, was back.
"We've already wasted enough time with this nonsense. The yard needs mowing
and the spa has to be cleaned. Your choice."
"Oh, maaaannn, Heero, it's Sunday," I whined. "Can't we do this some other
time... like next century?"
"Lawn. Weeds. March."
I followed him out into the bright California sun, pissing and moaning
the whole way, delight a secret, rising effervescence inside me. Heero
liked living with me. Heero liked me. Heero was staying.
Life was good.
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