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Fic Bit, Fic bit!
Nov. 16th, 2002 08:49 pmAll right you loony people out there who have been begging, cajoling and threatening me for a new segment of Being Duo Maxwell....here is a segment of the next story.
Set during episode 43, where Duo mentions his general dislike of the 'troublesome suit' Wing Zero.
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Brand New Lover
by Keelywolfe
***
There have been people out there who’ve said I’m crazy.
It’s true! There are actually people out there who think my batteries are running a little low. Sad, isn’t it?
Well, I might not have all my nuts in the same basket anymore (no comments, please) but I’m nowhere near as screwy as Heero Yuy. He’s the only guy I know who could probably benefit from a little electroshock therapy, but knowing him his cast-iron balls would short out the machine. Just because thinking about him makes my nipples sweat doesn’t mean I’m blind to that little factoid.
The guy is a loony. Loony, nutcase, out to lunch, in serious need of a lithium cocktail, pick your cliché.
How do I know that? Because for some reason this escaped mental case brought Wing Zero with him and not only that, he’s planning to fly the damned thing. All nonchalant about it too, no big deal to him. It’s only Wing Zero.
Yeah, whatever. I’m still having nightmares about flying that fucking suit and he’s playing Gung Ho to hop on board because he can handle it. Of course he can, he’s Superman, you know, standing there and lecturing me about how it’s all right because he’s familiar with the system. After all, he even flew the Epyon. Fucking namedropper.
"I almost forgot what you were like. You’re just about as loony as they come," I snorted, turning away from him. I’ll keep my crazy ass in my own Gundam and let the real nutcases play with that toy, thanks very much.
Apparently, I’ve been away from Heero way too long because somewhere along the lines I forgot that trying to end a discussion with him by walking away usually ended with him trying to separate my hair from my skull by using my braid as a leash. One of these days I am going to scalp him in the middle of the fucking night and see how he likes it. Or at least shave off his eyebrows. It won’t teach him much of a lesson but at least I’ll get a chuckle out of it.
I almost fell on my ass, but Heero is pretty quick for a crazy guy and he caught me before I hit the ground. I had just enough time to make a mental post-it note to tuck my hair into my belt from now on whenever I was around him when he decided to show me how he wanted to end the discussion, and I was rather keenly aware of three other pilots, plus the entire repair crew, watching with great interest as one Heero Yuy got a nice handful of my ass before using his tongue to go deep sea diving for my tonsils.
Who says romance is dead?
(end bit)
Set during episode 43, where Duo mentions his general dislike of the 'troublesome suit' Wing Zero.
***
Brand New Lover
by Keelywolfe
***
There have been people out there who’ve said I’m crazy.
It’s true! There are actually people out there who think my batteries are running a little low. Sad, isn’t it?
Well, I might not have all my nuts in the same basket anymore (no comments, please) but I’m nowhere near as screwy as Heero Yuy. He’s the only guy I know who could probably benefit from a little electroshock therapy, but knowing him his cast-iron balls would short out the machine. Just because thinking about him makes my nipples sweat doesn’t mean I’m blind to that little factoid.
The guy is a loony. Loony, nutcase, out to lunch, in serious need of a lithium cocktail, pick your cliché.
How do I know that? Because for some reason this escaped mental case brought Wing Zero with him and not only that, he’s planning to fly the damned thing. All nonchalant about it too, no big deal to him. It’s only Wing Zero.
Yeah, whatever. I’m still having nightmares about flying that fucking suit and he’s playing Gung Ho to hop on board because he can handle it. Of course he can, he’s Superman, you know, standing there and lecturing me about how it’s all right because he’s familiar with the system. After all, he even flew the Epyon. Fucking namedropper.
"I almost forgot what you were like. You’re just about as loony as they come," I snorted, turning away from him. I’ll keep my crazy ass in my own Gundam and let the real nutcases play with that toy, thanks very much.
Apparently, I’ve been away from Heero way too long because somewhere along the lines I forgot that trying to end a discussion with him by walking away usually ended with him trying to separate my hair from my skull by using my braid as a leash. One of these days I am going to scalp him in the middle of the fucking night and see how he likes it. Or at least shave off his eyebrows. It won’t teach him much of a lesson but at least I’ll get a chuckle out of it.
I almost fell on my ass, but Heero is pretty quick for a crazy guy and he caught me before I hit the ground. I had just enough time to make a mental post-it note to tuck my hair into my belt from now on whenever I was around him when he decided to show me how he wanted to end the discussion, and I was rather keenly aware of three other pilots, plus the entire repair crew, watching with great interest as one Heero Yuy got a nice handful of my ass before using his tongue to go deep sea diving for my tonsils.
Who says romance is dead?
(end bit)
