"In
& Out"
a Gundam Wing Fanfic
by the Princess
**Warning--foul language, shounen-ai, characters frequently OOC...**
~Part 5~
Day seven
>Kuruna Butsoyo<
7:00 a.m.
I don't recall ever seeing anyone as happy to see me as Wufei and Zechs were. I had just gotten through paying their bail with the cash I'd made from the photo sales (of couse, Fox was dropping a million off at my house for the remaining photos; I didn't want them anymore, but I wanted the cash very much), and I was escorted by the guard to their jail cell. The two of them were lying on their respective cots and looking very bored. Wufei was saying something to Zechs; for some reason, he had his eyes tightly shut. Zechs was writing something on one of the support beams that held Wufei's cot up above his head. Both boys glanced up at me as the guard slid a keycard in the keyhole and the door clacked open. Their jaws dropped in shock.
"You boys made bail," the guard said without any ado. "You're being released. The charges against you were also dropped. You're both free men. I hope I never have to see you again." He grinned lopsidedly. "Hey, jimbo, what's this?" He puffed his cheeks up to comical pufferfish proportions.
"Wakannai," Wufei said as he hopped easily down from the cot.
"Monica Lewinsky withholding evidence!" He loudly guffawed as the two guys scuttled out of the cell. We left the cell block and finally finished cutting through the red tape an hour later. The boys followed me out to my rustbucket van, firing questions the entire time.
"How'd you get the money--"
"Where are we going to--"
"What's going to happen now?"
"You fellas are coming with me, in the van, where you can keep up your end of the deal," I replied. "No funny stuff." I opened the door, and the three of us went inside. It was a shitty old van, with the back seats pulled out, and carpet and a ratty couch had taken their place. On this couch sat my sister, Kittana-i; she looked exactly like me, a short Oriental woman, except that her eyes were bright blue instead of violet like mine.
"You've got a sister?" Wufei guessed as he sat down on the carpet.
"Several," I replied. "This is Kittana-i. She's a reporter for NBC. Her boss, Mr. Rasputin, is interested in learning the identity of dead_gorgeous. My boss wouldn't touch it, for some reason."
Kittana-i nodded in concurement. "We're not exactly sure how many of us there are--sisters, I mean."
"Great. Taihen kekkoo. Not only are we ripping off of that Kevin Klein movie, we're also slipping into copyright infringement with Elf Princess Rane!"
"Shut up. If you don't say it too loud, then no one will notice. Now then, what's this suspicion about dead_gorgeous's identity? Who do you think he is?"
"I think that he's Trieze," he replied, getting various exclamations of disbelief from the others. "Don't say I'm crazy until you hear me out...but I'm not talking until you get me some food that doesn't taste like masking tape!!"
>Duo<
9:03 a.m.
"Quatre?" I cautiously knocked on his door, wondering what had gone down yesterday with him. I had chickened out in the end, hadn't been able to even look at Hiro, much less say anything to him at all. I had seen Quatre standing for a moment outside of Trowa's door, then he went inside and had shut the door behind him, blocking me off from their conversation. I could have concievably listened in at the door, but something had made me forego being a super spy, possibly the idea that I didn't really want to know what they were discussing...
"Mmmph. Duo?"
He was in his room, thank God. If he hadn't been, then I'd have known that he'd spent the night with Trowa, and that wasn't something I was prepared to deal with. After all, the last time I'd seen Quatre, he'd believed himself to be straight, and if he suddenly switched over, then I--
>*Don't* go there!< I snapped to myself. "You awake?"
"Hai. Come on in."
I opened the door and looked inside. There was Quatre, lying on his bed, wearing nothing but boxer shorts with little Sandrocks running around on them. He had a content look on his face, like he'd just woken up from a really refreshing sleep. "Did you just wake up?" I asked, staying near the doorway, a little afraid, for no real reason.
He looked at me and grinned. "Yep."
"Are you all right? You look kinda funny."
"I'm just happy. Is there something wrong with being happy?"
>Uh-oh.< "What happened, dude? I saw you go into his room last night."
"Duo," he replied, grinning rather stupidly, "it is a whole new world."
"You didn't! Quatre, you didn't! Tell me you didn't!"
"OK, I won't."
"Dammit! That means you did! You and Trowa did some variation of the horizontal polka! Admit it!"
"No, we didn't. Who needs sex? It was better than sex! We *held* each other!"
"For God's sake, stop quoting chick flicks and make SENSE!! Oh, my God! You've got it now, too! Shit! I'm all alone in the world!" All coherent thought left my mind as I got a bad case of the screaming meemies. I ran around the bedroom, screaming my lungs out, not even saying anything in particular...just making frightened noise. Quatre watched me run around and scream with an amused look on his face, like he had expected no less and was enjoying my freaking out.
I finally calmed down again about a half an hour later, and sat down on the edge of Quatre's bed. By the time my fit was over, Quatre had gotten a quick shower and had fully dressed, but I didn't notice until I settled down. I was very careful not to sit too close to him, or else whatever he had caught from Trowa might have rubbed off on me. "OK, so what happened?" I asked; now that I screamed my fear out, I was actually a little curious about the process of becoming a fag.
He shrugged, and settled down on the opposite side of the bed. "I just realized how I felt, that's all," he replied. "Something Trowa said stuck in my head: 'I think it was always this way, but I was just unaware of it.' I think that, in *my* case anyhow, the same thing was true. I just needed to have something to snap me out of denial, so I could be aware of it. In my case, it was seeing Trowa cry over me. With Trowa, it was reading some shounen-ai fanfics involving him and me. I've talked to Hiro, and he said that what made him realize it was some joke Wufei made about you and Hiro. It got him thinking, and then he had some dreams about the two of you--"
"Come on, man, I don't want to hear about that!!" Suddenly, something about Quatre's statement brought up a question. "Where the hell is Wufei, anyhow? I haven't seen him since he left two days ago to kill Corona or whatever that reporter's name was."
"Kuruna," he corrected. "I don't know. I didn't notice that he was gone. He's probably still trying to hunt her down or something. Anyhow, I think that we were 'in the closet', but the lights were out and we didn't even know we were there until something forced us out. Does that make sense?"
"Kind of. It also scares the living snot out of me. Where does that leave me, exactly? I mean, you were perfectly straight until one little incident changed your mind, and the same with Trowa and Hiro. I could go at any second. I could be gone already and I wouldn't even know it until something stupid 'snapped me out of it'. What the fuck sense does that make? If that's the logic we're following, then *anyone* could be gay, and only one solitary incident would dictate your sexuality."
"I'm not saying that it would hold true for you. It was true for Hiro and Trowa and I, but that doesn't mean it'll happen to you--"
"Chigauyo. That's exactly what you mean. You want me to surrender to what you think is the inevitable. You probably aren't worried about Wufei 'cuz you assume that he's setting up house with Zechs or something, and you think the same thing's gonna happen to me! Well, I tell you, with God as my witness, I won't have it! I'm straight, and I'm going to stay that way, dammit! And I won't have any faggotry invading my life! You hear me?! I WON'T HAVE IT!!"
"Methinks the boy protests too much," he mused, a faraway look in his eyes.
"E?? What're you trying to say? That I'm one of *you*? Well, I'll never be one of you! Tondemonai!!" I stumbled over my own feet running out of the room.
I didn't know if I should go to a bar and drown my troubles...
...Or go to a hospital and get disinfected.
>Wufei<
11:45 a.m.
"It was something the guard said that tipped me off," I explained, taking a long slurp of Coke. After drinking what the prison warden laughingly called water, and after fighting a few hours of traffic, this tasted like ambrosia straight from the gods. It was also nice to be sitting in a decent restaurant, with no fear of it suddenly mutating into a gay disco bar. It was a McDonald's, after all, a wonderful, wholesome institution...even though my hamburger tasted suspiciously like rabbit meat. "He said that he'd read in the papers that Trieze was an online pornographer or something like that. He also said that he thought that Trieze would do just about *anything* to get a buzz.
"So I started thinking. Noin had already known about her weakness to flashing lights, so why would she have put herself in a situation where she would be expossed to them en masse? And who was giving her an award, anyhow?"
"You know, I checked up on that," Kuruna put in. "I wasn't at the press conference, but my sister was."
Kittana-i nodded. "No award was actually presented to Noin. The delivery people hadn't made it in time; they said it'd be given to her in a private ceremony tomorrow, but she would still give an acceptance speech."
"So I checked. The award was a medal usually only doled out to OZ soldiers who can actually aim and hit something; as you can imagine, it is *very* rarely given out. But since Noin worked with rebels, it didn't make sense for her to be given an award by OZ. Turns out that Trieze funded the entire operation."
"But she never did get the award," Zechs added. "Not as far as I know."
I nodded impatiently. "See? You're all proving my point for me. Trieze engineered the entire thing for his own perverse intentions."
"But, doshite? Why would he do something like that?"
"To make us doubt ourselves," I said firmly. "To make us turn on one another in paranoia over each other's sexuality and make us a less cohesive fighting unit. Or maybe because he has a lot of free time on his hands, I don't know."
"It does make sense," Kittana-i mused. "And it worked, too, from what I can see. But what does this have to do with dead_gorgeous69?"
"He was stirring up more trouble online," I said simply. "He used that to get us in even more trouble, but with the public instead of each other. He would be able to scramble our public image *and* get as many yaoi lemons as he could possibly want. I wouldn't be surprised if he had some connections with the press, too, and screwed around on that front. He may have even gotten to this Rasputin character, or to your boss, Kuruna."
She shook her head emphatically. "I wouldn't know even if he had. I only ever work with my boss through emails and IMs anyhow. I work completely at home. I've never even seen my boss's face."
Zechs, through a mouthful of vanilla milkshake, said: "What's his email address?"
"drop_dead is how it starts. There's a bunch of numbers afterwards, I can never remember their order; I always have it written down...here..." She fumbled around in her pockets until she produced a scrap of paper and dropped it on the table. We all leaned forward and examined it:
drop_dead201895265
"Weird," I mumbled.
"Really," Kittana-i agreed. "Seriously, sis, why're you working the yellow press anyhow?"
Kuruna shrugged. "It's made me a rich woman. I'm not going to argue with someone who can get me over a million dollars for three stinkin' photos."
"There's more to journalism than just--"
"Chotto matte." Zechs cut off the arguement before it started--thank God. The last think I wanted to hear was a pack of stupid women getting into a cat fight...although I had to admit (deep down, not out loud) that these Butsoyo sisters were pretty smart cookies. One was selfish and gold-digging, and the other was not much different, but they were smart. "Matte." He picked up the scrap of paper, and looked at it wonderingly while he chewed on a French fry.
"What're we waiting for?" Kittana-i snapped. "We should be getting to Rasputin as soon as possible with this info! He'll be turning his tighty whities into a fudge factory over just this little bit of info we've got here, and once we can get hard evidence--"
"Iie, matte," he said harshly. "You know, 'drop_dead' and 'dead_gorgeous' are suspiciously similar. And I think the numbers have some significance..." He shoved his hands in his pockets and produced a pen. He made a quick series of five slashes over the email address on the scrap of paper. "Oh, my God! Of course! That's the answer! We should have seen it from the start!"
"Soonano?" I asked. "What're you talking about?"
Zechs explained himself in a simple sentence.
"Sugoi!" Kuruna cried. "Oh holy God Jesus Mary and Joseph! I'm good as sleeping with the enemy!"
"Don't worry about it, there's no hard evidence yet," Kittana-i said, "but there's enough circumstancial shit to make even a thickheaded emu like Rasputin think her over. And while we're on the subject of emus," she said, looking disgusted and holding up her Arch Deluxe, "Nani kore?! Mazui!"
>passive<
9:23 p.m.
At dead_gorgeous69's principle yaoi website, there was a prayer list. This list was for the hardcore gay-Gundam fans, who were worried (with the release of Kuruna's pictures) that the pilots were having one big tangled spat. People who desired to show their support that the couples would get back together put their names on the list, and said a little prayer. Perhaps the god that they were praying to was indeed alive and working overtime, the way that the pilots were suddenly getting very friendly towards each other.
Ah, well. Even though Noin was going to make a public retraction tomorrow, the damage had indeed been done, and he was well satisfied. He had spent the entire day on the computer, managing his three websites, and was blissfully unaware of the fact that the big headline on NBC news tomorrow was not going to be about the tornado which had mysteriously appeared and taken lives in the L2 colony. He was unaware that Wufei, Zechs, Kuruna (whom he thought he had well in hand) and her sister had indeed gone to Rasputin, and after a 7-hour wait in the clerical room, they had indeed gotten him to shit himself over their revelations. He was also unaware that they had been to the FBI, and had requested his list of email addresses, and that the FBI had given them over (with a small price). He did know, however, that Wufei had not contacted his fellow pilots, and that only one was left to fall into his little game. He also knew that Wufei and Zechs had checked into a hotel for the evening (the reason being was they didn't trust being around the other pilots, afraid that they would be molested), and assumed that this was because they had made their own romantic pairing.
Yes, he was right well satisfied with the week's events.
Before dead_gorgeous signed off for the night, he took a moment to glance at the prayer list, and smiled. Since its creation, it had recieved well over five thousand hits, an unprecedented record. The first signature on the list was his own, but it was through one of his other email addresses, and (he assumed) could not be traced back to him:
kooshie_renada201895265
>Duo<
9:27 p.m.
I guess that someone would have been very justified to say that, at that point in time, I had gone completely out of my mind.
I was all alone, perfectly alone. I was the only guy playing straight man in the whole fucking hangar, to coin a new phrase. Quatre and Trowa had...whatever you wanted to call it, and Hiro had decided that he was in love with me. Wufei, the baka, had left me out to dry; I actually found myself missing the homophobic warrior, despite myself. He'd been annoying as hell when he'd turned his sword on me, but he'd have plenty of other pansies to turn his sword on now, and I'd actually be willing to help him. Nothing would be sweeter than to hear the battle cry of "Justice against all fags!", but I knew that the likelihood of his even being straight anymore were pretty much zilchoid. He'd been away for two days and no sign of him or Zechs; I had this insane picture of the two of them renting a cabin in some remote woods and--
>Shizukane shiteyo!<
So I was going it alone. And I was scared shitless. So I don't think I was overreacting at all when I locked myself in my room, and refused to eat anything, and curled up under the bed with my security blanket, and muttered Hail Marys and Our Fathers, saying several rosaries over and over, and corked my thumb in my mouth when I wasn't praying, iie, not at all. Desperate times...
>Methinks the boy protests too much--<
"'The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want for nothing,'" I muttered to combat the evil thought. "'He makes me lie down in green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung-fu in the face of my enemies. Amen.'" *
"Duo?"
"YIPE!" I jolted in fright and hit my head on the support beam of my bed. "Kuso shit damn! Who are ya and whadayawantwitme?"
"Duo, are you under the bed?"
Chotto matte. That voice was different from the first one. "Trowa? Quatre? Are both of you out there?"
"So-dane," Quatre replied. "Are you OK?"
"Oh, sure, everything's peachy-keen on the good ship Lollipop."
Trowa said, "Perhaps you could come out from under the bed so that we can talk to you face to face...?"
"Our Father who art in Heaven," I hissed as I rolled out from under the bed. I must have looked a sight; I knew I looked haggard and sickly from not eating all day. The two queerbaits were standing in the doorway, holding hands, disgustingly enough.
>Methinks--<
"Are you going to be all right, Duo?" Quatre looked genuinely concerned. It would have been touching if it hadn't been coming from a known homosexual. "You seem to be panicking."
"Oh, hell! Oh, damn! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Of course I'm panicking! What am I supposed to say?! Relax, old boy, this doesn't mean that *you're* gonna wind up gay! It'll all work itself out, hahahaha!"
"Right. Just because Noin was right about three out of five doesn't make you gay. Oh, by the way, Hiro's out stargazing. He wanted to talk to you."
"No way, it's a trick! I don't wanna get too close to him or I'll catch it! You caught it, for God's sake!"
He sighed. "He's up on the roof if you change your mind."
"I won't! Too many people have been changing their minds around here! Whatever happened to mindless stubbornness, anyhow?! Hallowed be thy name! Thy kingdome come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven! Do you pussies mind; I'm trying to PRAY!!" I had the sudden conviction that I was going to weep, and it was fortunate that they both simply shrugged at each other and left the room, because my conviction proved to be right.
>Quatre<
"Do you think he'll ever figure out what he is?" I asked Trowa as we left his room. "Or that it was right to lie and say that Hiro wanted to speak to him?"
"Who knows?" He paused, then brushed back a strand of my hair from my face. His fingers made my skin tingle like electricity. "As long as we're together."
"Together..."
>Hiro<
11:59 p.m.
The moon was low tonight.
It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen since before the war; it was a big, full moon, and had started out blood red at the horizon. It was now in the middle of the sky, but it was so incredibly huge and silver that it couldn't support its own weight and sagged near the earth. It put all the surrounding stars to shame, a diamond among pearls and pebbles. And yet the stars were also beautiful, in their own right; in the distant, shining way that makes you wonder about your purpose in the universe. The moon was the eye of the night sky, but the stars were the windows of the universe.
I couldn't help but blink in surprise at my own thoughts. I didn't think I'd had that much poetry in me, yet there it was, pouring out of my mind like a cornucopia.
>Sounds to me like you're in love, old boy,< I thought, and grinned sardonically. Of course I was in love, for all the fucking good it did me.
I had gotten a phone call from Relena earlier in the night, and it had not gone over well. We'd been out on a few dates before, before I realized certain things about Duo. She had wanted another outing, obviously convinced that we were still an 'abeck', and I had told her point-blank: "Look, I appreciate that you like me and all, but I really don't feel the same about you."
There had been a few moments of silence, and then she'd said: "But Hiro, daisukidayo--"
"That's all well and good, but I think I just got through saying that I have no feelings for you whatsoever."
"E?! But I thought you liked me, Hiro! We had good times on our dates--"
"Those days are over now, Relena. I'm in love with someone else."
"What? Someone else? Who's the little tramp, I'd like to know? Is it that slut Dorothy?"
"It's Duo."
There had been an intelligible scream, and she had suddenly been disconnected.
So I had dumped my girlfriend for a gorgeous boy who could never love me in return. It was, as I'd said while drunk, happy fucking days. It was the perfect time to get lost in the stars. Just climb up on the roof and stare off into oblivion, get lost forever and never have to come back--
"Hiro?"
>Oh, God.<
I started, then glanced over to where the voice had come from. It was Duo, poking his head out from the window to the attic, through which I'd climbed up here. He looked like he'd been crying, or had seen a ghost. "Duo?" I asked, wondering if he was a figment of my imagination.
"Hai." He pulled himself through the window, shutting it behind him, and sat down on the roof near me. "Quatre and Trowa told me you wanted to talk to me."
I raised an eyebrow. "No, I didn't. But it's nice to have you here."
He blushed; I resisted the temptation to tell him how kawaii he looked. "Well, I needed to tell you something anyhow."
"Sure, go ahead," I said, gazing at his beautiful face, that face I could never get enough of.
He licked his lips, as though stalling for time, then blurted it out. "Hiro, I don't love you."
I quickly looked away from him and back to the stars. Stars were the windows to the universe, but eyes were the windows to the soul, and I was afraid of frightening him off if he suddenly looked into mine. I had known the answer to my declaration of love, of course, but I could have lived very long and died very happily without hearing him say it. I was unprepared for the sudden, deep stab of pain in my chest, like an ice pick had been dug into my heart, and for the rush of tears to my eyes which stung like salt. >Soldiers have no feelings,< I told myself, >ignore the pain, you're trained to ignore pain, or at least hold it in until he leaves you to die on your own.<
"Gomen," he said softly. "I know I'm hurting you. But I don't think that I love you. I'm not gay. And I don't think it's right for me to leave you hanging and not knowing how I feel--"
"Chigauyo. I knew exactly how you felt. It was all in how you reacted to me after I told you I loved you. It was pathetically obvious, don't worry. There was never any doubt in my mind as to where you stood on your menu choices. Genkidayo, so relax."
I glanced at him for a second. He looked like I had smacked him across the face. And I thought I was doing him a favor by making his job simple, too. I looked back at the stars, and figured that since he'd said all he needed to say, I would let myself get lost in them once more.
Several minutes of silence passed. I was perusing the Seven Sister cluster when Duo spoke again; I started in surprise, because I'd been so absorbed I thought he'd left. "Hiro?"
"Ne?"
"Would you like me to leave?"
I smiled bitterly. "No. What I'd like right now is to hold you, but that's not happening either, so if you want to go, then go by all means."
I returned to the stars. Several more minutes passed without him saying anything, and I started to notice; reticence was uncommon with Duo. I began to wonder what his game was all about, when he suddenly moved from the window to where I lay. He lay down beside me, put his arms around me, and laid his head on my chest in three swift movements.
My heart did a flip that Trowa would have envied; it went straight up my throat, smacked my brain and plummeted down into my stomach. "Duo--"
"I don't love you," he said, "but sukidayo, as a friend...and I do want you to be happy. If holding me and telling me about the stars would make you happy, then I'm willing to go along with it for a little while."
Now my heart was back in my chest, but it was pounding at about 115 plus. I carefully put my arms around Duo, as though I thought he might break if I put too much pressure on him, letting one hand rest on that fantastic braid of his. For a second I just relished the feeling of--
There was one relentless one where we were stargazing, and he tucked so neatly into my arms...
"That one's Orion's Belt," I said, pointing. "You can tell because it's the three stars in a row. It's the easiest constellation to find. The surrounding stars are Orion pointing an arrow. He's hunting Taurus, who's right over there. To the north are the Big and Little Dippers; the Big Dipper's handle tip is the North Star. Slaves would follow the North Star to reach free territory. The pink one right there is Beetlejuice..."
>Duo<
His arms were warm around me as he continued to spout celestial knowledge, and I thought back on the things that Quatre had said. For Trowa it had been a story; for Hiro it had been a dream; for Quatre it had been tears...
>And for me, it was the stars.<
>Hiro<
"The Seven Sisters is right over there, can you see them all together? They stand out from other clusters because--"
"Hiro?" He was looking me straight in the eyes. I got little lizard shivers going up my spine.
"Ne?"
"Shut up," and then he kissed me. The shock of it stiffened me for a second, but only a second; I quickly returned it as soon as I understood what was going on. It broke after a few delicious moments, and I found myself again staring into those fantastic indigo eyes, and I was confused.
"Duo," I said, my voice suddenly husky, "I thought you didn't love me."
"I thought that, too," he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss over my cheek. "But you made a liar out of me."
We whispered soft kisses over each other's faces...
I twisted up my fingers in the loose hair at the bottom of his braid, and pulled him as close as he could get, and kissed him as deeply as I could manage.
And the last thing I heard was my own voice saying: "God, I love you..."
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Disclaimer
The Gundam boys and anything pertaining to Gundam Wing belong to the creators of the show, not to me, no matter how hard I wish. They are being used without permission for fun, not profit. If you don't know this, then you are a sad sack of shit. Go crawl under a rock and wither up and die. Also, "In & Out" belongs to its writer, and not me; any semblances between the plot of this fanfic and that movie were done very much intentionally. Don't worry, similarities are rarer than you'd think.
In contrast, The Bunghole, Kuruna Butsoyo, Kittana-i Butsoyo, and any characters not belonging to the Gundam franchise are mine, and may not be used without my permission (God only knows why anyone would want to use them, but...). Kittana-i and Kuruna are 100% mine, but there is a bar in Portland, ME called The Bunghole. Whether it houses gays or not is beyond my knowledge.
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Preview of The Epilogue:
Wufei: "Oh, my God! We're gonna be late to the press conference if we don't get past this traffic!"
Kuruna: "Leave that to me. This van looks like a rustbucket, but it was designed to withstand street riots."
Noin: "No flash photography, please...arigatou. Last week, I made several remarks in error with regards to the sexuality of the Gundam pilots and Zechs Marquise. I am officially retr--"
Hiro: "MATTE!!"
Noin: "Nanda aitsu Hiro?"
Quatre: "There's been another mistake, Noin!"
Rasputin: "The leetle blonde faggot-man rrreferred to No-een's statements as a meestake. I am aware of yet another meestake, komrades. For you see, there is a man among us who has used--what do you kall them? Lincolns? Washingtons? Hamiltons? Nyet, dollars is the word! He has used dollars and dirty bribery to manipulate the public!"
Kittana-i: "So-dane, boss. And the filthy perpertrator is--HEY! KURN SUGIMAS!"
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Now, cuz you're special--Japanese!!!
taihen kekkoo--great
Tondemonai!--Never!
Sugoi--Wow!
Nani kore?!--What is this? Yick!
Mazui!--Gross!
abeck--a dating couple
daisukidayo--I *really* like you
sukidayo--I like you
*This stunted version of Psalm 23 was taken from The Stand, by Stephen King; the line is said by Tom Cullen, the retarded character. I didn't think that Duo would bother to learn the entire *real* psalm...
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