Notes: Gah! I forgot
to add this in the last notes! >_< Gomen! Heero's anger at not knowing
what to do in life stems from himself, to himself. He's frustrated because
he doesn't know what path he wants to follow in life sort of thing...
*wonders* Does that help. ^_^; Gomen... not feeling eloquent today. -_-
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to Gundam Wing whatsoever. I am a mere
poor student, procrastinating and attempting to write fiction. Please
dun sue! *grovel*
Author: Koko Kitty
see part 1 for warnings
in Charcoal + Part 8
The second part of the class
flew by in a haze for Heero. Had Duo really agreed to model for him? At
his house? It couldn't be... It had to be a dream... His hand and
his brain worked automatically to the teacher's instructions, while his
mind was running around his head, yipping with joy and sick anticipation.
He and Duo were going to be alone, at his house... He didn't know whether
to panic or laugh evilly.
The last task was to do a sketch as normal. But with the opposite hand
to what you normally used. Heero winced internally. He could barely -hold-
a pen in his left hand, let alone draw with it. The task took his mind
off the near future, and Heero smirked slightly when he produced a fairly
decent result. Debatably....
"See, that wasn't too bad was it? The exercises we did before would have
loosened you all up for it. Right then! See you next week!"
/Shit... / The class was over. Duo hadn't needed to pose nude today,
and only needed to grab his backpack and jacket before walking towards,
and looking expectantly at Heero.
/Shit, shit, shit, shit. /
Heero took a deep breath. He was a little nervous at the prospect of having
Duo at his house. To model for him no less. He smiled at Duo when he came
nearer, trying not to drop anything and look stupid as he tidied his things
Having got himself sorted, he grabbed his denim jacket, moving to pull
it on. He blushed when he felt his T-shirt ride up; his stomach exposed.
In a fit of embarrassment, he quickly tried to get his jacket on so he
could pull the T-shirt down. Luck wasn't with him it seemed, and he clumsily
fumbled for the other sleeve behind him. He saw Duo smile at him before
moving to help him into his jacket. Heero kept his head down, burning
with humiliation. He looked up at Duo, both of them laughing it off before
walking side by side with each other out of the room.
"I don't have a car or anything, so I'm afraid we're gonna have to get
Duo's smile made him relax a bit. "It's ok! It's what I always get anyway."
Heero concentrated on walking in a straight line as they walked aside
each other. Walking so close to the person he'd admired for so long was
making him feel something akin to giddy. He felt incredibly aware of himself,
slightly on edge with Duo's intimate closeness to him. Duo's hand would
occasionally brush the back of his, and though the tension could be painfully
felt, he didn't say anything.
Heero tried desperately to think of some sort of conversation starter,
yet his mind was elsewhere, thinking far ahead to what was going to happen
this evening. It was already getting late - class ended at 7pm, and they
wouldn't get to Heero's until roughly 7:35pm.
Heero felt useless. He felt as though he should say something, but he
couldn't think what. He slowly felt worse and worse about his ability
to entertain the beautiful boy, and doubted that Duo liked him in the
least. Looking up at the darkening, blue-washed sky, he sighed silently.
He just wanted to make Duo smile.
Heero put his portfolio down, balancing it against his leg so he could
hunt for his keys. The dark cloud that had situated itself above his head
did not go unnoticed it seemed.
"You. You ok? You seem quiet."
Heero quirked an eyebrow and smirked. "I'm always quiet."
Heero smiled briefly. "I'm fine. Thanks for the concern though."
Duo eyed him a little longer before letting it drop. "Ok."
Opening the door, Heero held it open for Duo who thanked him with a smile.
Hauling his folder into the house, he closed the door behind him and toed
his shoes off. He grabbed his portfolio, making his way to his bedroom.
Duo had also taken his shoes off by the door, and was following Heero
at a slower pace so he could get a good look round.
The house wasn't huge, but definitely cosy and welcoming. Furnished simply
and stylishly, Duo's face lit with admiration as he walked through the
"Nice place you have here!"
Heero turned round and smiled briefly. He was glad Duo liked it. "Thanks."
A quick grin was tossed at him before Duo averted his gaze to look at
his surroundings again. They came to Heero's bedroom, Heero sighing audibly
with relief and his muscles relaxing slightly from their tense position.
His room had a great mellowing effect on him, and he loved to just chill
out and relax in here. A nicely sized room, Heero had a luscious king
sized bed which Duo sat on as Heero pottered about the room.
Heero blushed a little as Duo noticed the pieces from life drawing on
his bed. He usually took them out of his folder to lighten the load, and
put it back in after he came back from life drawing. Which was now. Unzipping
his folder, he started shifting things in there to make room.
"Is that me?" Heero looked up to find a bright smile on Duo's face as
he held the piece he had done of Duo in charcoal, head resting peacefully
on his knees and his hair falling around him. He flushed slightly. "Yeah."
"I remember that!"
Duo looked distinctly awed, and whispered his fingers over the dusky surface,
not daring to actually touch it in case he should ruin it.
Heero sat down next to Duo, looking at the piece with him.
Duo looked up at the noise laced with disbelief, "It is! You're really
amazing at drawing you know." He shook his head slightly, disbelieving
of Heero's incredible talent. He looked at the large drawing of himself.
The person in the picture was stunning, emanating an enthralling beauty.
"You draw so well. I don't look that good in real life."
Duo looked to Heero and their eyes met, the messy haired boy seeming to
look deeper into him for a moment before he quirked an eyebrow then murmured
"Yes, you do."
Duo daredn't look away from the brilliant blue eyes locked with his own.
He didn't trust his voice at that moment and could only choke out a meek
The silence started to stretch, not entirely uncomfortable, but heavy
with tension. Tension of which, was broken by a deep grumble. Duo raised
an eyebrow and watched as Heero's cheeks were suddenly stained pink and
he tore his gaze away apologetically.
"Sorry! I haven't eaten this afternoon."
Duo chuckled, handing Heero his work to be put away.
"It's ok! Go make something. I can help you!"
Heero looked up, watching as Duo energetically bounced to his feet to
wait for him. Slowly getting up, he realised something as they walked
to the kitchen, announcing it when they got there.
"I don't think I have much to eat here."
"Aah, we'll figure something out for ya."
Heero raised an eyebrow as Duo started rummaging through all his cupboards
and at his use of 'you', not 'us'.
"You not wanting anything?"
The longhaired model looked over from where he was knelt on the work surface,
head halfway in a cupboard. He wasn't expecting to be fed. But he was
pretty hungry, and wasn't going to turn down food when he wanted some.
"I'd love some!"
Heero grinned before diving into the fridge to see what was in there.
Two pieces of generously sized chicken breasts sizzled in the pan, succulent
and looking darn tempting. Heero poked at them with a wooden spatula,
turning them over and idly stirring the sauce they were in. He looked
over to where Duo was pouring a can of soup into a pan of cooked pasta,
which had been drained. He quirked an eyebrow, confused.
"Uh... Duo? What're you doing?"
A broad smile greeted him, "Making pasta to go with your chicken!"
Another grin, "The soup's an easy way to get sauce. Trust me, you'll like
Thinking about it, Heero supposed that the cream of chicken and mushroom
soup was a cheap, quick way of making sauce. He smiled to himself. He'd
have to ask if Duo has anymore quick, cheap shortcuts.
Heero bathed in the silent company that Duo was providing. They both ate
in companionable silence after the initial bustle of serving the meal
and commenting on the great taste. The Japanese boy rarely had people
over, mostly only close people for homework purposes. He glanced over
to where Duo was seated opposite to him, watching the light twinkle among
the silky strands of chestnut coloured hair. He sighed, watching in awe
for a moment as Duo seemed to thoroughly enjoy his meal. He basked in
the homely, comforting atmosphere. If only Duo lived here permanently,
filling the silence with his cheerful personality and keeping Heero company.
"You live here alone?"
Heero sharply looked up to encounter Duo's expectant yet undemanding expression.
Duo smiled in understanding. "Me too." He grinned, "No adoring girlfriend?"
Heero snorted at the idea. One, he had yet to meet a girl he liked and
two, no one seemed to take an interest in him.
Heero looked up to find a smile playing on Duo's soft lips, a hint of
mischief lurking in his expression.
They had both finished their meals, lingering at the table to chat idly
about their lives. They had somehow steered toward a conversation about
relationships, both finding out that the other was single and waiting
for that special someone. Heero's heart pounded as he recalled the tense
atmosphere in the room, their eyes locking frequently before they shyly
He mentally thanked Duo when he changed the subject to what was going
on in their lives at the moment. Heero found out that the young model
also had a dorm room to himself, living alone with no parents alive. Heero's
heart went out to him, totally understanding the lonely life that Duo
had described. Their conversion had been unstrained, and when the evening
had drawn to a close, Heero felt wonderfully fulfilled. It had been almost
10 o'clock when Duo realised how late it was, stating that he really ought
to get going. Duo didn't fail to notice that he hadn't modelled as he
said he would, apologising profusely for not doing so and promising that
he would some other day. He'd suggested that they started earlier on in
the day and not after class when it was already late. Heero had enthusiastically
agreed, seeing Duo only to the door when the longhaired beauty insisted
that he could make his own way home.
So now, he stood at his door, a cool breeze tousling his hair. He couldn't
see Duo any longer, the longhaired vision having walked from his sight.
He closed the door, leaning back on the cool wooden surface and sighing
happily. He couldn't wait till the next class.
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