Rating: R (for adult themes and language... jeeze, I sound like a freakin'
Pairings: established 1x2, 3x4 and 5x9
Spoilers: Not unless you consider them living through EW to be one.
Warnings: Duo's mouth *rolls eyes*, post EW, yaoi/shounen-ai/boys loving
boys/pick your label... they all mean basically the same thing, switching
POVs, Preventer fic... sorta
Disclaimer: Y'all know the drill...
A/N: This is a series of vignettes which address some of the more exaggerated
characteristics Duo is often given. 02 is seen through the eyes of four
friends... and one other who is considerably more.
Supposition #1: The Mindless Jester
"He's nothing like they say
at the Academy."
I looked up at the man standing in my office, a fellow agent so green
his badge still had that new-minted shine. He was peering over the thick
pile of files he held, at a photo tacked to my crowded corkboard.
Taken at the end of the Eve War, it showed Yuy, Maxwell and myself, standing
in front of Wing Zero. As per the usual, 02 was draped all over us, holding
a mocking pair of bunny ears behind 01's head and generally hamming it
up for the camera.
"To whom do you refer, Agent?"
The boy looked uncomfortable.
"No disrespect intended, Agent Steel. Both of you are, um, highly regarded
for tactics and training, it's just... Preventer Shade has a rep for practical
jokes 'n stuff, you know? One of our instructors used to say that he never
knew when to shut up and wouldn't recognize 'professional' if it bit him."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the kid turned a pasty white that
matched his code name. He stared at me with wide-eyed trepidation, waiting
for my wrath to fall on his rather deserving head.
Duo isn't the only one whom unwelcome notoriety follows around.
Instead of laying into the young fool, I gave him a tight-lipped smile.
"I could present you a long list of reasons why *not* to believe everything
you hear, Agent Blanc, but you'll learn them yourself, eventually. You
could do worse than to emulate Shade. The only Preventer with more successfully
completed missions on his record is Agent Light... you do know they used
to call him the Perfect Soldier?
Although, speaking of names..." I paused for effect, "a man does not achieve
a moniker such as 'The God of Death' for no reason... don't you agree?"
His face went from pale to crimson in a matter of seconds, the dark blush
clashing rudely with the regulation white button-down beneath his uniform
jacket. Stuttering an incomprehensible apology, he scuttled off, nearly
running Duo who'd just come through the door over in his haste.
Maxwell shot a puzzled look at Blanc's retreating backside then shrugged
and sauntered lazily towards me, take-out sacks in either hand. Tossing
me one of the bags, he arched a questioning brow in my direction.
"What's with the newbie? You give him one of your mental wedgies?" A finger
wagged itself playfully at me. "Naughty 'Fei... haven't I told you that
skewering the other kiddies just ain't company manners?"
I snorted, opening my order to make sure it contained the correct dish.
Last time, they gave me lemon chicken instead of pork stir- fry with snow
peas and mushrooms. Morons.
"Nothing wrong with him that a few real assignments and a lot more experience
won't cure," I muttered.
Duo's eyes warmed with understanding and he gave me what I think of as
his 'real' smile: lopsided and rueful with just a hint of self- mockery.
"Don't let 'em get to you, man, they don't know us. All they see is the
image, you know? Hard not to, with the bullshit propaganda from the wars
backing it up."
Grabbing my hands, he yanked me up from my chair and draped a long arm
over my shoulders.
"C'mon, partner, we'll go sit in the park and get some fresh air. All
this paperwork's givin' me hives. And I'm freakin' hungry! Let's eat before
it gets cold, this time, huh?"
I was laughing as he snatched the still-warm bags and pulled me out the
door towards a sunny day. Duo inspires laughter... just not the way most
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