Enemies, or? - Part 11 by Maaya
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Duo stared gloomily straight ahead, eyes stubbornly
fastened exactly two metres in front of him, hands hidden in the depths
of his pockets and braid handing sadly down his back. To the left
of him, Quatre was practically bouncing in his steps, wide smile covering
his half, if not whole, face.
Duo gave his blonde friend a sour look that Quatre completely missed
and then went back to glare straight ahead again.
Bypasses spared them glances and hid their smiles behind their palms
for the pair did certainly look as different to each other as possible.
Finally, Quatre couldn’t take it any longer; he was practically
bursting with badly held back excitement and happiness. He stopped.
“Aren’t you going to ask what happened yesterday?”
Duo stopped as well. “Why would I?” He countered, depressed,
causing Quatre to frown.
“Trowa kissed me. . . well, I kissed him. And he kissed back.”
The braided boy didn’t even have to ask who Trowa was, he assumed
it was the ‘wondrous’ circus guy. “He did, did he.”
It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes! Can’t you at least pretend to be happy for my sake?!”
“I guess.”
There was a moment of quiet during whereas Duo continued to sulk,
now under that sharp scrutiny of Quatre’s aquamarine eyes.
“So – everything worked out all right then.” Duo
finally stated with a lopsided and clearly forced smile. “You’re
an item now?”
It was Quatre’s turn to frown, uncertain. “Well –
I’m not really sure. We agreed to meet after school, though.”
He glowed, but bit down on it to look concernedly at his friend. “Now,
what’s your problem? You’ve been gloomy the whole morning.”
Duo snorted, probably because of the understatement in the words,
but didn’t really felt up to explain his reason for being grumpy.
“It has to do with what Hilde ordered me to do.”
“Explain.”
“Well . . . ”
“Yes?”
“She told me . . . ”
“What?”
“ . . . to kiss . . . ”
“Who?”
“QUATRE!”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“Heero.” Duo finished sadly.
His blonde friend choked. “Excuse me?”
“I told you. I have to kiss Heero in public before the end
of this week.”
“You’re joking.”
“Would I joke about a situation like this?” Duo sounded
highly offended. “This is my life, honour, and dignity we’re
talking about here. I can’t kiss *him*, much less in public.”
Quatre thought for a while before replying to that. “Duo, what
is Heero’s favourite fruit?”
“Hmm?” The braided boy looked surprised. “Why d’ya
wanna know that?”
“Just answer the question, okay?”
“Okay . . . jeez.” He thought for a second. “Oranges,
I think. Why?”
Quatre pointedly ignored the question. “What colour does he
hate the most?”
“Pink.”
“Which girl does he hate the most?”
“Minus Relena?”
“What scent does his shampoo have?”
“Apple-scent.”
“Boxers or briefs?”
“Boxers.”
“That proves it then.” Quatre sounded both amused and
a little surprised.
“What?”
“That you know him as well as you know me.” He smirked.
“If not better.”
Duo sniffed. “It’s been useful, you know. I’ve
painted his shoes pink with Darlian’s nail polish so that he
had to answer to her . . . I stole his boxers after gym class once
. . .”
“And the shampoo?” Quatre wanted to know.
“I added black colourer to it once.” Duo defended himself.
“Couldn’t help but notice.”
“Sure.” Quatre smirked again, in a way that reminded
Duo of Hilde. He gulped.
“What are you trying to say, Q?”
“Nothing, just that it might not be as bad as you think.”
And with that, the blonde turned on his heel and disappeared into
his French class, grinning with a scary glint in his eyes.
Duo stared after him in wonder. “What was he getting at?”
Before turning into his own, biology class, sitting down in the place
he had been assigned, beside the chair Heero would be on only minutes
later.
*******
Heero was glad for his biology class this morning, because that meant
he would get away from Wufei’s and Meiran’s never ending
bickering. The girl had been extraordinary angry with them after having
escaped last evening and had told them both that in a rather . . .
unpolite manner. Heero was surprised his hearing was still working
like it should.
Wufei had, or course, felt forced to defend himself, something that
meant a full-blown fist fight between wife and husband.
Therefore, he felt rather happy about his biology class this morning
– though that was before he remembered that Duo Maxwell would
be sitting right next to him.
Life was just so unfair sometimes.
He slid down into his chair beside the braided teenager and did rather
pointedly *not* look at him. If he actually had looked, he would have
seen that Duo did the exactly same thing, staring in the opposite
direction than himself. He was glad when the teacher entered the room
and the class started.
He was, however, trapped in a jail of people he didn’t want
to be with. Duo on the inside and Wufei with Meiran on the outside.
He grimaced.
“Yuy.” A voice interrupted.
Heero stopped writing and dropped his pencil in pure surprised to
hear Duo’s voice in the middle of the lesson, civilized nonetheless.
“Yes.”
Both of them stated, not questioned.
“Meet me outside the school after the class. Important.”
Nothing more was said after that, because the teacher glared their
way before announcing that they got to practice to their test today.
*******
Heero had a hard time deciding whatever or not he would actually
go to their, or rather Duo’s, decided meeting. He didn’t
particularly want to follow his rival’s orders but he was still
curious about what was so important that it made Duo sound civilized
while speaking to him.
His mind told him that this was just another joke and not to go,
but his heart, frustratingly enough, told him to trust his enemy’s
words, how ridiculous that ever sounded. But Duo Maxwell was supposed
to never lie, wasn’t he?
So without really thinking about it, he found himself standing in
front of Duo outside in the school yard after the class had ended.
“What?” He wondered, not liking the fact that Duo was
one step ahead in knowledge. The smaller boy shrugged quietly and
Heero could have sworn he looked almost. . . .nervous. “What?”
He repeated.
Duo shrugged again, leaned closer towards him, rose to stand on his
toes and before Heero knew what was happening, Duo had pressed his
lips against Heero’s own.
Duo Maxwell was kissing him. His mind made a well-duh statement that
for the moment wasn’t at all funny. It repeated, now with an
exclamation mark. Duo
Maxwell was kissing him!
Duo Maxwell, long time rival and enemy, in addition also boy, was
kissing him directly on the lips, tongue involved in it all. In front
of whoever had the fortune or misfortune of walking past right then.
His heart missed a beat.
It was horrible.
Well, not really . . .
It was disgusting.
Not all that much. Duo was a good kisser after all.
What was he thinking!?
But it was true . . .
It was wet.
But warm.
He did absolutely not enjoy it.
Really.
His mind laughed at the attempted conviction. //Then why aren’t
you pulling away?//
One by one, the voice around them quieted down and everyone, even
older students who were above the interest of Maxwell’s and
Yuy’s fighting, shut up and stared at the two of them.
Hilde, who had came to watch on planned time, applauded, and the
sound was very out of place on the quiet school yard.
Duo finally broke away, gave Heero a wide, almost scared stare and
did then turn on his heel. He hurried inside the school building again,
cutting through crowds of staring students in his haste.
Heero stood left behind, staring after him with a hand lifted to
touch his lips in apparent confusion. He supposed he should be angry
but could somehow not work himself into the ‘right’ mode
for that. Duo’s near surprised stare had been too hunted for
that. So instead, he let his hand fall and he strode through the still
surprised students towards where Duo had disappeared, feeling more
bemused than ever.
*******
Duo practically flew into a toilet booth and slammed the door closed
behind him with a powerful jerk of his hand, locking it quickly. He
leaned against the secured door, exhausted beyond reason and embarrassed
even more so.
He had just kissed his greatest enemy, on his lips, in front of the
school.
Damn.
A hand came up to touch his lips that still were warm from the contact.
They were swollen.
Again, damn.
*******
Wufei and Meiran had finally quieted down in temporary peace and
set to find Heero, who they both thought had looked rather stressed
this morning before school.
After having been unsuccessful inside the school building, they went
outside to search, only to realize that most of the students in school
seemed to be on the yard, and their murmur had a shocked edge to it.
Meiran looked around to see if she could spot Heero, but didn’t.
“What’s going on here?” She wondered aloud to her
chauvinist husband.
Wufei shrugged and scanned through the crowds himself. “Not
sure, but something seems to have happened.”
“No shit.” The girl suddenly found a familiar face fixed
with so many strangers. “Dorothy?”
The longhaired blonde looked up and nodded before sauntering through
the mass of students. “Chang.” It was unclear whatever
she meant Wufei or Meiran, or both. “Have you heard the latest?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out.” Meiran
ground out. Suddenly, she was hit by a horrible foreboding. “Where’s
Heero?”
Dorothy chuckled, a throaty sound and caused both Chinese teenagers
too look at each other in wonder. What was going on here?
“This has something to do with him, doesn’t it?”
Wufei accused.
Dorothy chuckled again. “You could . . . say that.”
The two waited in quiet for her to further explain herself, but when
no such thing happened, Wufei burst.
“For God’s sake woman, tell us!”
“Edgy, edgy. . . but since you asked so politely – someone
kissed Yuy, in front of half of the school.”
Wufei’s eyebrows hit the hairline. “Who?”
“You’re not gonna believe me.”
“Maybe not – just TELL US!”
“Maxwell.”
Quiet.
Meiran’s eyebrow rose. “Yeah?” She asked bemusedly.
“What about him?”
“He kissed Heero, idiots!”
“Who did?”
“Maxwell!”
Wufei stared. “Maxwell and HEERO?”
“Yes!”
The trio suddenly got quiet and the all stared at each other for
a moment. After a while, Meiran dared a small, “You’re
lying.”
“No.” Dorothy chuckled yet again. “No, I’m
not.”
*******
TBC
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