Gundam Wing is not mine. But Duo is....MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Duo: Took you long enough.
Shi-chan: Feh. I don't think I like this fic much, but I'm continuing anyway. Gomen.
Duo: Hai...
Shi-chan: Short chapter tonight, gomen nasai!
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Cool World
Part 2: If There's Something You're Not Telling Me
~By Shimegami-chan
Alternate universe, shounen ai, yep...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is NOT based on the movie "Cool World,"! I happened to pick the video up and read the back at a video store on New Year's Eve, and this story has been rattling around in my head ever since. I did, however, steal one particularly interesting concept from the movie, but since I haven't SEEN the thing I can't say it's based on it. Any similarities--other than the whole cartoon idea--are pure coincidence. Hope you guys like this. Read on!





"Lemme get this straight." Duo tried to look nonchalant, putting his booted feet up on the coffee table. "I've fallen out of the 'cartoon world,' and into the 'real world,' thank to this science project of yours, am I right?"

Heero nodded vigorously, unable to tear his eyes away from the American. "Yeah, that's about right."

"'Cartoon world,' eh? Geez." Duo scratched his head and gave a sigh. "I never watched cartoon when I was little. I find it hard to believe that I've been living in one." Duo yawned loudly. "You're lucky you caught me at such a good time, I've been just sitting around waiting for a new mission. So...um, why are you looking at me like that?"

Heero started. "Huh?"

Duo quirked a chestnut eyebrow. "You're staring. What's up?"

"I..." Heero cast his eyes at the floor. He's even more beautiful than before. "Nothing, I'm just a little shocked."

"Well, that's okay." Duo grinned his famous grin and flipped his braid over his shoulder. "I'm feeling about the same way." He fell silent for a moment. "Heero, something I've been wanting to ask...if the machine blew up, how am I supposed to get home?"

This possibility actually hadn't occurred to Heero. "Get back?"

"Yeah. You know, back, home, AC 195, 'cartoon world?'"

"Uh."

"You mean you don't know!?"

Heero smiled weakly. "It's not like I expected this to happen...but don't worry, I can re-create the machine in a little time. For now, you can crash at my place."

Duo sniffed. "Yeah, sure. Hurry though, okay? I'm feelin' a little lost without my Deathscythe...and my friends...and my hair supplies..."

My dream has come true. Somebody pinch me... Heero grabbed Duo's hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, we'll get supplies later, and I can buy anything you need until I fix it!" Who knows how long that'll take...me and Duo Maxwell, sharing an apartment, maybe even sharing a room...

The mere thought was enough to put him on Cloud Nine for the rest of the day.




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Unfortunately, bringing Duo outside of the dorm caused a fair amount of trouble. There was obviously something different about him; something indescribable, about his impossibly bright violet eyes and pale flesh, his pert nose and almost lipless mouth, the liquid way he moved, the way his chestnut braid defied gravity with almost every step. It was as if all those laws of anime and the incredibilities of it had followed the poor pilot directly out of the television, rendering him a spectacle to anyone who passed. Diligently Heero urged the confused boy back into his room while he went to do the shopping alone. He bought an assortment of hair care products, vast amounts of food much better than what he'd been eating as of late, several mechanical parts for the transporter, and a few other goods that he thought Duo might need.

After arriving back at the dorm, Heero presented Duo with his purchases, and after much convincing he got Duo to change his clothes into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved red and black shirt that he had bought. Then Duo attacked the drugstore bag. "Brush, clips, shampoo, conditioner, elastics...hey man, you thought of everything! Thanks!" He immediately let down his thick hair, still poking around in the bag with one hand. "Nani, what's this?" He had come up with a small compact of foundation. "You know I'm a guy, right? And unless there's something you're not telling me..."

"Just a theory." Heero opened the compact and before Duo could react, smeared a bit on his cheek. Duo let out a yelp. "Hey!"

"Your skin's too bright. I was thinking we might be able to cover it up, ne?"

"Hey, yeah." Duo took the makeup brush and smeared a bit more on his face, wincing as he did so. "Never thought I'd ever be...gaaah."

Heero patiently applied the foundation to Duo's entire face, which did look a lot closer to fleshtone now. "You probably could go out now, since you've got less....bright...clothes on. If only we could do something about the eyes. But no matter..." Heero grinned helplessly and held out a mirror for Duo. "What do you think?"

"Wow." Duo peered closer. "Not bad. Saa...not a word of this gets out, you hear me? Odin would die! So would Wu-man...die laughing!"

"Your secret's safe with me." Heero assured him. You're safe with me.

Sometimes, he was so glad he was such a genius, even if he didn't admit it to himself.

What did he just think?

Maybe all that Gundam Wing--or maybe just the explosion--was having more of an effect than he thought.











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Shi-chan: Heero's a stalker. o.O
Duo: Eeeeee....