Pairing: 1 + 2
Warnings: Um. It's fluff, I guess. A little sappy, a little odd. Maybe
OOC. A couple of curse words, nothing too bad. Total TWT. Doesn't fit
anywhere in the original time line no matter how much you bend and mold
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Spoilers: Not a one.
Feedback: I'd love it. Pretty please?
Notes: Found at the end of the fic
"Duo, what color are your
Duo, sprawled comfortably on a plush couch, looked up from his novel,
and slowly met the unhappy gaze of his best friend and lover. Heero didn't
say a lot, but in the rare times he spoke in that particular tone it was
as if he was a different person. Duo never knew what to expect the few
times he did.
"Your eyes," Heero repeated, staring at him from the desk where
moments before he had been busily typing away on his laptop. "Their
The eyes in question softened a fraction. Poor Heero. The idea of a colorless
world made Duo shudder.
"They're hazel," he said softly. Heero looked surprised. He
stood up and settled next to Duo on the couch.
"Really? Hazel?" Duo nodded in confirmation. "Do you mind...would
you mind if I pictured them as a different color?"
Duo was silent for a moment, before he shook his head. So they were playing
this game, now? It had never been about him, before, but he supposed he
knew that it had only been a matter of time before Heero got to him. "Go
ahead, Heero. What color should they be?"
"Violet," Heero said without hesitation. Duo scowled.
"Purple?" he growled indignantly, "That's a pretty girlie
color, Yuy." Heero's mouth opened to respond but Duo cut him off.
"I'd watch whatever you say next because that's thin ice you're treading.
Now why are my eyes freaking purple?"
"Lavender?" Heero nodded. "What the fuck is that supposed
"Your shampoo, it smells like lavender." Duo frowned sharply.
He sprang up, marched to the bathroom and returned a few moments later
with a bottle of shampoo in his hand. He shoved the bottle in Heero's
"Cinnamon. My shampoo is cinnamon." He pointed to the words
in bold print on the bottle that clearly said so. Heero merely shook his
"You have used lavender shampoo."
"I have not!"
"You have," Heero insisted.
"The first time we made love. Your hair smelled like lavender."
Duo frowned again, and then his eyes lit up in comprehension.
"Oh, that time? I ran out of shampoo and that was all they had! But
that was one time. That can't dictate my eye color for the rest of my
"It was a really nice smell."
"How do you even know what a lavender smells like, anyway? Have you
ever smelled one before?"
"Then how do you know?"
"Because I looked on the bottle."
"The morning after I looked in the bathroom and saw that you had
lavender shampoo. I smelled it and it smelled like your hair had."
"Then how do you know lavender is purple?"
"Because I asked someone."
"Who?" Heero shrugged.
"I don't know."
"So you just stopped a stranger and asked him what color lavender
Duo thought this over for a moment. Finally he shrugged.
"Okay, so my eyes are violet?"
Heero nodded. "They are beautiful."
"You do realize that people don't have purple eyes?"
Heero shrugged. "How would I know?" he asked quietly. Duo sighed.
He tried to be patient, he really did, but he could only take so much
"I guess if you want my eyes to be purple…"
"I do. They match your face. Your face is very elfin, and I think
purple eyes suit you."
"So now I have an elfin face?"
Heero nodded. "Yes, you are my purple-eyed elfin lover."
"If I didn't know better, Yuy, I'd say you were trying to be romantic."
"I am not romantic. I merely state facts. If you wish to construe
those facts as being romantic, than that is entirely up to you."
Duo chuckled softly. "Yeah. Whatever. So I have purple eyes."
"What color is your hair?" As he said this, Heero reached out
and grabbed a hold of the braid in question, rubbing a few strands between
his fingers. Duo rolled his eyes, but nonetheless answered.
"It's brown. Nothing special or anything. Drab brown eyes "
"Your eyes are violet."
"Fine, drab violet eyes and boring brown hair."
"I think you have gold streaks in your hair." Duo bit back a
stinging retort. Did Heero know how much this hurt?
"I promise you, Heero," he ground out, "its plain old brown."
Heero shook his head.
"It is auburn with gold streaks," he said stubbornly.
"I think I would know, but I suppose you don't really care."
Heero nodded in agreement. "So, why do I have gold streaks in my
"I always pictured you with blonde hair, actually. But you seem to
want to hide yourself from the world, so it is understandable that you
would hide your blonde hair behind auburn, just letting slivers of its
true beauty show." Duo laughed outright.
"Brown with blonde streaks? And violet eyes? I think you're clashing
"Actually, there is red in there too." Duo blinked, and looked
down at himself.
Heero motioned to the braid still in his grasp.
"In your hair. It is auburn, but it has streaks of gold and red in
it. It is beautiful."
Duo smiled sadly, running a finger along the drab brown strands.
"I guess," he said softly, not really up to arguing the point
anymore. There was silence for a long moment.
"You wear black," Heero said suddenly and with absolute conviction.
Duo could only stare at Heero in disbelief.
Finally he managed to get a word beyond his unexpectedly dry lips, "What?"
Heero gestured to Duo's clothes. "Black. You only wear black."
Wordlessly Duo stared down, and he sadly fingered his bright red t- shirt
and navy blue slacks. "Black?" he choked out. "Why black?"
"It is a priest's outfit, actually," Heero said nonchalantly.
"A priest's outfit," Heero firmly repeated. Duo could only stare
at his brightly colored clothing. He touched the white undershirt he wore.
He supposed if his shirt and pants were black it might look like a priest's
outfit, but still...
"Why?" he repeated.
Heero paused for a second as if thinking. But Duo knew he had an answer
all lined up and was just putting it into words in his head.
"Because you are in mourning." Duo choked. When he finally managed
to calm down and after a few good thumps on his back he practically
"Yes, you wear a black priest's outfit because you want everyone
to know you are in mourning, but you do not want anyone to think you are
"I don't understand," Duo whispered. Heero patiently elaborated.
"Your outfit is modified so slightly that unless one looked for it,
it would not be instantly recognized as that of a priest's. You wear it
to proclaim your mourning, but you hide it at the same time because you
do not want anyone to think you are crying. You seem ashamed to cry, Duo."
Duo's eyes shimmered suspiciously. It looks like I'm going to anyway,
ashamed or not, he wanted to say. "Who am I mourning?" he asked
Heero thought about it, then shrugged. "Me. You. Everyone, I guess."
"So I'm a violet-eyed, brown with "
"Auburn with red and gold streaks haired mourning boy in a black
priest's outfit? That's what you see?"
Heero nodded. "You are beautiful," he said simply.
Duo nodded dumbly, and brought his legs up into his chest, wrapping his
arms around his knees. He laid his head in his arms, and was quiet for
a long moment.
Heero, too, was silent, lost in thought.
Duo looked up as Heero's voice broke the melancholy silence. He couldn't
take much more of this.
"What is the color of my eyes?"
"Don't you know?" he choked out miserably. Sadly, Heero shook
his head no.
"I never thought to ask. But I am curious. What color are they?"
Duo slowly crawled forward until he was nose to nose with his Japanese
lover. He stared into deep brown eyes and whispered, "Blue."
Heero raised a surprised eyebrow.
"Really? Is not blue exotic for an Asian?" His breath tickled
across Duo's face, their faces still bare inches apart.
"They're blue," Duo said firmly. "In fact," he breathed,
"they change colors sometimes, too."
This time both of Heero's eyebrows went up. "I was under the impression
that eyes were only one color, though I suppose it is reasonable that
I may be mistaken."
"Sometimes they're cobalt," Duo continued, as if Heero hadn't
spoken, speaking almost to himself. "When you're really happy they're
more like a Prussian. When you're angry they're sort of sapphire-like.
And when we make love they darken to a midnight blue."
Heero smiled softly, the kind of smile a person wears when they get a
personal joke that no one else could understand. "Cobalt blue?"
he mused to himself.
Duo made a soft sound of agreement and then slowly nestled his head in
the crook of Heero's neck. He settled deeper as he felt strong arms wrap
Fingers gently cupped his chin and brought his face up until their lips
met in a sweet kiss. Leisurely they explored one another's mouth, until
Heero pulled away, panting slightly. "Your lips? What color are they?"
Duo made as if to grin, but it faded before he did more than curve the
corners of his lips upwards. "Red, Heero, lips are red."
"They are? But there are different shades. What shade of red are
"What shade do you think they are?"
"Strawberry." Duo blinked once, then another time, and then
started to shake, until he threw back his head in loud laughter.
"I have strawberry red lips?"
Heero nodded. "Yes, and they are beautiful."
Duo continued to laugh for several more seconds until he calmed down.
He opened and closed his mouth several times as if to reply, but instead
he opted to say nothing and merely melted back into their embrace. They
stayed in their intimate hug for several minutes.
Slowly, Duo extracted himself and stood up and stretched before returning
to the novel he had been reading. Heero followed him up, and went back
to his desk to work. For a long time there were no sounds save the clicking
of a keyboard and the soft rustle of a turning page.
"Yes?" he asked without turning around or pausing in his typing.
"You always do this, you know. No matter what color I tell you something
is, you always insist it's another and refuse to believe me. I don't mind
you seeing me with violet eyes and all that shit, but why bother? Why
do you even ask?"
The clicking stopped. Still facing his laptop Heero smiled, a small, gentle
smile that Duo saw reflected in the laptop's monitor and probably wasn't
supposed to see.
"Because I pity you sometimes, Duo. Drab Brown hair and just red
lips. Hn! I like to add a little color to your life, my violet-eyed love."
He resumed his typing, and with a smile on his face Duo returned to his
And when Duo looked in a mirror later that day, he found he saw purple
eyes staring back at him framed with auburn hair streaked by hints of
gold and red.
Well, that was my first piece of fiction ever. No. Actually I have about
5 fics I'm writing, but they all are super long, and I haven't posted
any of them yet or anything because they're no where near done). So...this
is my first completed piece, and the only thing I've ever posted.
I know this was kind of weird, but it just came to me and I just sat down
and well...here it is. ^_^;;;
In case you didn't get it, Heero is colorblind. I know that when people
are colorblind, in normally means they just get a few colors mixed up,
but for the sake of the story he sees in total black, white, and gray.
Why is he colorblind, you may ask. I haven't the slightest idea. Oh well.
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