Bet you otakus never expected me to torment you with a sequel to this one. ^_^ It was
requested by Tif Tiff.
I own none of these characters. Please don't sue.
Contains violence, adult content, and yaoi. Read with discretion.
This fic has been beta approved by Lady AngelFiren. ^_^
"Paradox" #2
Heero glares at Duo coldly. Duo's face displays a huge grin as blood dribbles down his
chin. Heero stalks past him. Duo leans against the wall for a few minutes before regaining
his balance and heading towards the medi-bay.
Duo arrives in the medi-bay to see Wufei bandaging his upper left arm.
"Piss off Yuy again?"
Duo just grinned as he started to unbutton his shirt to reveal huge black bruises from
Heero's punches. He then picks up a bandage and begins to wrap his ribs.
"Why do you always do this, Maxwell? You really *are* a baka."
Duo grinned. #Maybe it's because I don't *deserve* any better.#
"Hey Wuffy, I'm rubber, you're glue!"
Wufei sighed as he got up to leave.
Duo determined that he deserved some chocolate ice cream for a mission successfully
completed... and maybe some whiskey... maybe nothing... he definitely needed some whisky.
Who cares about ice cream anyway? So, he wobbled to his feet and stalked off to the
kitchen.
Heero banged his head against the wall repeatedly while gritting his teeth.
#Why do I let that baka get to me?! What the hell is wrong with me?!#
Heero groaned as he sat down at his laptop to begin another of his eight hour typing
sessions. It was cut short, however, as the door flung open and a *very* tipsy Duo *fell*
through it.
"Duo fall down, go boom! Heheheheee!!!"
"Get out of my room."
"Wazzzz amatoooor, Hee-chan? Did yowr wittle typing sesssssshhhion get interrrrrupted?
Heehehehheee!!!"
Duo broke off into a fit of giggles before passing out cold.
Heero pondered his next move for a few minutes before picking up the baka, carrying him to
his room, and laying him down on his bed. After a few more moments consideration, Heero
gently removed Duo's shoes and covered him in a blanket before once again staring down at
his slumbering form.
#What am I doing?#
Heero stomped out of the room, anger hitting him suddenly for no apparent reason. He bumped
into Wufei on his visage down the hall.
"Yuy, you and I need to talk." Wufei's voice was deep and serious with a slight edge of
anger.
"We have nothing to discuss, unless it involves a mission."
"...I don't approve of your treatment of Duo."
"...And?"
"I won't have it."
"You're not his keeper, and I don't know *why* you would *want* to be."
"I didn't claim to be, or to *want* to be. I just think your treatment of him is uncalled
for and unjust."
"Truthfully, I don't give a damn *what* you think."
"You had better, Yuy!"
"Or what?"
That was it, the last straw. Wufei raised his fist and swung at Heero who ducked out of the
way, leaving a fist-shaped hole in the wall. Heero took this opportunity to hit Wufei in
the chest, breaking a few ribs. Wufei pulled his fist from the wall as he karate kicked
Heero in his ribs.
Quatre was in his room when he saw a fist come through his wall, making a new window into
the hallway. He ran out into the hall to see Heero and Wufei beating each other to a pulp.
"Guys, break it up! What happened?!"
Quatre's pleas were ignored as the boys continued their fight; so, he jumped in between
them.
Trowa came up the stairs to see Quatre attempting to break up a fight between Heero and
Wufei only to get pounded by both boys as they fought around him. Trowa was *not* a happy
camper. He abruptly jumped into the fray, pushing the now battered blond out and behind
him, against the wall.
Quatre wouldn't have them beating on Trowa, so he leapt past Trowa and back into the fray.
That's when Rashid heard all the noise being made, and finally made it over from the west
wing.
Run away!!! Run away!!! Run away!!!... Laters, Plude