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~Disclaimer~
I don't own the G-boys; this is a work of fanfiction, done purely for
entertainment purposes ... yeah yeah, on with the good stuff!
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*Notes*
Yaaay! It finally has a name! (After weeks of me being po'ed by that
damned *Untitled* at the top of every page ... rargh >=( ... Sorry it took
me forever to get this part up ... I'll try to pick up the pace from now on!
Warnings for this part ... not much. Just yaoi. C&C welcomed .. give me
feedback okee? ^_^
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Mahou no Sasayaki
(formerly *Untitled*)
Part Three
by Tenken no miko
Duo awoke to the strangest sensations. The first thing he was aware
of was the incredible heat. He had never felt so warm in his entire life. The
next was an oddly familiar smell. He was too drowsy to recognize it, but it
made him feel strangely comfortable. Duo smiled slowly, then began stretching
out his muscles ...
... and found that he couldn't. His eyes snapped open and he
tensed, slightly panicked. His sight was blocked, something pressing against
his forehead, obstructing his view. He tried moving away ... and froze in
shock.
The grip around him was loosened, and Duo realized it was a pair of
strong arms that were holding him in place. The person against him shifted,
and Duo was momentarily blinded by searing-bright sunlight. When his eyes
adjusted, his breath caught in his throat.
Heero was holding him. Duo's face did a slow burn, Heero only
inches away.
"Oh my gawd," Duo thought. "What's going on? What the hell
happened?" Slowly he recalled the events of last night. The incredible winds,
the chanting. Duo remembered the very last moments. The lights had gone out,
and the five boys were plunged in complete darkness. Then it felt like he was
hit by a truck, pushing him away from the circle. His grasp of Trowa's hand
was quickly broken ... but Heero had held fast. The last thing Duo recalled
was Heero putting his arms around him .. and then he blacked out.
Duo could feel his skin burning. Heero hadn't let go. Duo studied
the peaceful face in front of him. The thick black lashes, the pouty lips. He
could feel Heero's warm breath on his face and neck. "Oh man ... he's gonna
kill me when he wakes up, but ... I just want ..."
Duo leaned in closer, suddenly drawn to the other boy. He had
often thought of this, of Heero, but never in his life did he think he'd have
this chance, to feel Heero's arms around him.
Their noses brushed, and Duo felt a surge of electricity run
through him. "Heero ..." he whispered, moving to capture the sleeping boy's
lips.
Heero's eyes snapped open, and Duo froze. "Oh shit," he thought.
"Did I say that out loud??" Heero's cobalt blue eyes were searching Duo's,
and he felt like a deer caught in headlights. "Now I;m really dead," Duo
cursed himself. He looked around frantically, wondering if there was any
escape for him.
"Duo," Heero spoke. Duo reluctantly looked into Heero's eyes
again. He waited for Heero's wrath ...
"Daijobuka?"
Duo deadpanned. "Huh?" he blinked.
"Daijobuka," Heero repeated. Duo couldn't answer. He nodded
slightly. Heero looked at him for a moment, then slowly slid his arms off of
Duo's back. Duo found he could breath again, though he immediately missed the
warm sensation. He felt self-conscious suddenly, and waited for Heero to get
up and leave the bed. Heero sat up and looked around the room, but made no
sign of moving any further. "What happened?" Duo asked.
Heero looked back down at Duo. "What?"
"What happened?" Duo repeated, squirming a little under Heero's
intense gaze. "You know ... after I passed out?"
Heero furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't know." Duo blinked. "What do
you mean? How did I get here then? You must have brought me here ... didn't
you?" Heero took another look around the room, no doubt searching for clues.
"I don't remember doing any such thing," Heero said. Duo had trouble
believing him. "But I remember you holding me. It had to have been you."
Heero shifted uncomfortably for a moment. So Duo had remembered
that. "If I was the one to bring you all the way back to our room, why would
I put you in my bed?"
Duo snapped his head up. It was true, they were in Heero's bed.
What the hell did that mean? "Well, somebody took off my fleece!" Duo said
incredulously. Heero nodded, then pointed toward the bottom of the bed. "And
left on your shoes."
This time Duo sat bolt upright. Sure enough, his worn sneakers
were still on his feet. "What the fuck is going on?!" he asked rather loudly.
"Shiranai," Heero said, running a hand briskly through his disheveled brown
hair. "We're late for school," Heero said a little tiredly. Duo was aware of
it. He couldn't remember Heero ever sounding reluctant about anything. "I
don't want to," Duo said, tugging at the sheets around him. Heero looked over
his shoulder at Duo. "We have to," Heero commented. He stood, pulling the
sheets off Duo suddenly. "Besides ... this is MY bed."
Quatre awoke with a start. He had been having the strangest dream.
In the dream, the five boys were trapped in a violent whirlwind, spinning
faster and faster, and Quatre was trying desperately to cling to Trowa's
hand, but he could never quite reach him. Quatre wiped his brow. What a
terrible dream. It had felt so real ...
He sat up suddenly, remembering what had taken place the night
before. "Oh my," Quatre thought. "That was quite an experience ... I don't
think I've ever been so frightened in all my days as a Gundam pilot. What
happened to us ...?"
Quatre looked carefully around the room. He had fallen asleep
propped against the side of the bed, and the room before him was utterly
destroyed. Books and papers were thrown all about, along with clothes and
other personal belongings. Barely anything in the room remained untouched.
" ... Except the candles," Quatre thought to himself. It
frightened him as he looked at the tiny setup in the center of the room. Five
little pools of wax, completely untouched. It looked as though the candles
had been left to burn throughout the night, and had gone out on their own. It
was impossible. The entire room had been torn apart by the whirlwind, and yet
there lay the candles and the little incense burners ... and the book.
Quatre was pulled from his reverie by a shifting in the bed behind
him. Quatre turned, and was greeted by a sleeping from curled up on the bed.
Trowa lay with his back to Quatre. Quatre smiled slightly, watching the
sleeping boy's even breathing. "At least he looks peaceful ..."
Trowa shifted again, flipping over on the bed until he faced
Quatre. Quatre sat completely still, waiting until it seemed the Heavyarms
pilot was back in a deep sleep. Quatre took the opportunity to study the boy.
Trowa's face was open and relaxed as he slept, a noticeable difference from
his usually tight and controlled expression. Quatre rested his chin on the
edge of the bed. He liked this expression. It made the taller boy so ... so
...
"Kawaii," Quatre thought, chuckling to himself. They had become
good friends in the past few months, and Quatre had learned to savor the
smallest things he noticed about the boy. Like his beautiful emerald eyes,
his shiny brown hair ...
Quatre jumped when there was a knocking at his door. Trowa woke,
slightly disoriented for a moment. Quatre stood, worried about his own
nerves, and went to the door. Wufei stood in the hall, looking a bit edgy,
Quatre noticed. He opened the door fully to let Wufei into the room. Wufei
was visibly nervous while entering, taking in the trashed dorm room in quick,
tense glances. Trowa had moved and now sat perched on the end of the bed. He
too looked quizzically around the room and between his two friends.
"The two of you had better get ready for class," Wufei said. He
paused for a moment then, obviously struggling with his next words. "I think
it'd be best if ... we took time this afternoon to ... discuss ... what
occurred yesterday evening. We'll meet in my room after classes. I'll inform
Heero and Duo." With that, Wufei went to the door again. Before he left he
turned and said, "You might want to clean this room ... as soon as possible."
After Wufei had left, Trowa and Quatre stood in silence for a long
moment. They looked at each other, then nodded solemnly. Both quickly moved
to clean the room and prepare for classes. As Quatre packed his backpack, he
noticed the book lying in the center of the floor. He looked to Trowa, who
was busy gathering the clothes in a pile. Quatre quickly took the book and
stuffed it into his pack, then went about gathering the other papers on the
floor.
Quatre sat silently in class, absently rubbing a temple as he
wrote in his notebook. His head had been throbbing all morning, and he had
been finding it difficult to concentrate on any one thing. After his second
class, Quatre had stopped to talk to Duo in the hall. Duo hadn't looked all
that well himself. Duo too had been feeling strange, his head aching. Quatre
had become worried, but Duo perked up to reassure him. he had told him they
all managed to sleep awkwardly and were suffering from the hours of
discomfort.
Somehow, Quatre had thought Duo had then said, "Though I was
definitely comfortable sleeping last night ...," but when he looked up, Duo
was smiling, not having said a word.
Quatre shook off the memory, trying desperately to finish his
essay. His head was throbbing again, and the words on the paper kept flying
out of focus.
The teacher, a cranky middle-aged woman, noticed that the blond
boy had not been writing for a good fifteen minutes. "Mr.Winner, is there a
reason you refuse to write your assignment?" Quatre looked up, finding it
difficult to raise his head. "Gomennasai ... I-I'm not feeling very well," he
managed to say. The woman raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose you'd like to be
excused from class, hm?" Her tone was sarcastic.
Her sarcasm was completely lost on the ailing boy. He nodded to
the teacher. He felt a bit guilty about leaving class, but it was apparent
that he wasn't doing any good as it was. The teacher led him to her desk as
she wrote him a note. As he stood waiting, Quatre could swear that his
hearing became rather dull. He could hardly hear the scratching of the
teacher's pen, that had only moments before caused his head to pulse. "What's
wrong with me ...?" he wondered desperately.
"These little brats are always trying to cut class ..."
"What?" Quatre asked, surprised.
The teacher looked up at him sourly. "Excuse me?" she asked.
Quatre looked at her questioningly. "You said something ..."
The teacher frowned. "I said absolutely noting!"
"Now the little brat is hearing things? Fine, I'll be glad to be
rid of the little faker." She finished writing the note and held it out to
the blond boy. He stood looking at her, not moving to take the paper from her
hands. "Well? What are you-"
"Please don't call me a little brat."
The teacher's jaw dropped. "W-What do you mean?"
"I'm not faking either," Quatre said very seriously. He took the
paper from the teacher's slackened grip, then left the room. The teacher was
left completely shocked. "H-How ... how?"
*End Notes*
Ne, ne, whatcha think?? Hehe, what a mean teacher right? >=) Makes you
wonder about some of them ... Well, hope you enjoyed this part. How bout a
teaser for the next part? ^_^ hee hee ...
Heero nodded, as he and Quatre began walking toward the cafeteria.
Heero stopped and turned back when he noticed that Duo was not following. He
saw Duo staring toward the end of the hall, his violet eyes glazed over.
"Duo."
The boy didn't respond. He was still staring at the other end of
the hall, which, Heero noted, was completely empty. "Duo."
Duo snapped suddenly back to reality, his violet eyes fixing on the
Wing pilot. "Wha ... what?"
Heero came over to Duo, studying the pale boy carefully. He clasped
his hand carefully on Duo's arm. Duo nodded, recognizing it as Heero's form
of comfort. Duo forced his lopsided grin again. "I must be going crazy,
Heero. Let's ... let's go to lunch."
Until next time! ~Tenken