I don't own any of this. I am a poor starving comic artist. Please don't sue.
Hi. I would just like to say that no hair was actually harmed in the making of this fic. A
bald wig piece was worn and strange camera angles were used to give the appearance. This
fic took a while to write because Duo kept breaking character and giggling. This is my
second fic. I would love suggestions, criticisms, or comments. This is the only full fic I
have ever written. I hope you like it. Contains some yoai implications. If you bothered by
that, stop reading now. Enjoy.
"Change"
Heero almost facefalted. He couldn't believe it. So, he just stood there, mouth agape.
Suddenly, scenes from the last battle that himself and Duo had fought together flashed
through his head a million miles per hour.
He remembered seeing the wide grin spreading across the American's face as he stated,
"Shinigami has done it again!" That was just before the ambush went into full swing and
Heero and Duo were surrounded.
Now, Heero had just looked up to see Duo enter the room. He had expected the same big goofy
grin and extremely long and useless braid. He had expected Duo to pop in the room and make
some annoying comment and try to give him another one of those hugs. What he didn't expect
was the sight that now stood before him. It was definitely Duo, but his normally smug grin
was replaced with a mask of indifference, much like Heero's, and his long, dare he think it,
beautiful braid was gone along with all but a slight buzzcut. And now, Duo just stood there
not saying anything at all.
Again, flashes of battle filled the young piolets head. Him and Duo battled profusely after
the ambush went down. A laser was headed strait for Heero, but he was too busy to dodge it.
Without thinking, Duo had leapt in front. The blast hit a critical spot in Shingami,
disabling it.
"Baka," Hero denounced over the link just before 30 suits of unknown origin appeared from no
where and surround Shinigami. Heero had tried to break through, but was to busy covering
his own ass. Luckily, backup arrived about that time.
Heero stared long and hard at the figure that now stood before him. Duo silently walked
past Heero and sat down at the laptop and began typing. Heero just stood there, mouth
agape.
"Is this some kind of prank?" Heero finally got out.
Duo looked up from the laptop.
"This is a joke, right? You don't know the meaning of the word work."
Duo just stared at him, one eyebrow slightly lifted, as if silently asking what he was
talking about.
Then, Duo went back to his typing.
Heero, deciding that he was getting nowhere here, silently walked out of the room and down
the hall to find the others. Since they were the ones who had found and rescued him while
infiltrating a base maybe they would know what was up.
Heero arrived at the door to the meeting room and put his head against it to try to catch
part of the conversation going on inside. He would prefer for everyone to not know that he
even cared what was going on with Duo because if they knew that, then they might put two and
two together and..... Heero didn't even want to think about it. Duo would never let him
live it down. Or, at least the old Duo wouldn't. He might even be disgusted.
Suddenly, the room became silent.
"You can come in, Heero! It is rude to stand in the doorway and listen in," Wufei stated
nonchalantly. Heero gulped loudly and opened the door.
"See Trowa. I told you Heero would notice. You owe me five bucks," Quatre stated proudly.
"Put it on my tab."
Heero ignored them and walked in and sat at the table.
Quatre grinned widely, reminding Heero of the ‘old' Duo a little too much.
"Is there something you would like to ask us?" Quatre asked while grinning smugly.
Heero gave Quatre one of ‘those' looks.
Quatre suddenly remembered Duo's state and frowned.
"We're not sure what happened either, Heero, but we will share what we know if you'll share
your observations."
Heero wanted to know what happened to Duo's hair, but realized that might make them think he
actually liked it. Instead, he went with, "He's up there, right now, doing actual work."
Everyone else facefaulted.
"He is so.....quiet."
"We noticed on the ride home."
"They cut his hair." The statement escaped Heero's lips before he could stop it.
"No...*he* cut his hair," Quatre answered worriedly.
"Nani?!"
"It's true... When we found him in his cell he was laying on the floor staring at the
ceiling with his braid still intact, but..."
Quatre cut Wufei off.
"When we got him on the plane, he went in the bathroom and emerged with that haircut."
Wufei held up the long braid. "We found *this* in the bathroom."
Heero's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head as he eyeballed the braid.
The room went silent. He wanted to grab the braid and hold it and....he didn't even know
what.
Quatre broke the silence.
"He's been acting like..... well.... you."
Suddenly Heeros eyes widened as he realized what that might imply and went running out of
the room. The other piolets, realizing what he was thinking, followed suit.
Duo was silently typing away when he heard something coming his way and jumped up into
fighting stance. The door burst open, and four piolets literally fell into the room on top
of each other. All, realizing how stupid they must look at this point, turned a deep shade
of crimson.
"Ano..... heh..... how is everything, Duo?" Quatre inquired.
Duo, ignoring their stupidity, went back to work.
Now, they *knew* something was wrong. Where were the joke comments? They had literally
made fools of themselves, even Heero, and Duo didn't say a word or even crack a smile.
Something was very wrong.
Laters, plude