A spontaneous little ficlet by Jaelyn 1/7/99.
Rights belong to
Bandai and Sunrise and whoever else makes money off of GW.
Not me. (pouts)
Trowa levered his lean and lanky form out of the warm scented
waters of his bath, shrugging into a voluminous bathrobe that
awaited near by. Grabbing a towel to rub the moisture from his
hair, he padded out in bare feet to his bedroom, hmumming a
mozart concierto softly under his breath.
Only instinct saved him. The knife landed within centimeters of
What in hell...?
Duo leaned against the door seal, watching him out of the
corner of his eye while he seemed to idly clean his finger
nails with the tip of a black-bladed knife. The thing was
the well-oiled blade glistening with a dark rainbow sheen.
"Duo..." he began, caution and confusion in the soft utterance.
"Trowa-man." Duo pushed him self away from the door, stalking
into Trowa's room with the purposeful stride of a hunting cat
intent on prey. He stopped a few feet a way, hands on
hips, head tilted at a cocky angle. "How's it been? Long time
Truly a long time. Not since Duo had been imprisoned by OZ
while Trowa was undercover.
"What are you doing here?" He kept his voice neutral,gaze
flickering between the face of the other colonial and the
glittering blade in the boy's hand.
"Well," Duo began, taking on an expression of mock-
consideration, tapping the point of his blade against his
chin."I guess that is a fair question. I mean I *am* here, in
your bedroom, throwing knives at you..."
"Been spending time with Catherine, have you?" he threw out
Duo snickered, "Totally cool chick, your Sis. She's almost as
handy with the sharp, pointy things as I am."
"Duo...tell me what you want." Trowa kept his voice calm,
"Ok, ok." Duo said with a little sigh. "T-man, I figured I owed
Trowa's eyes widened.
Duo continued,nodding vigorously."Yep. I do. For what you did
to Deathscythe. You blew him to fucking pieces, man!"
Oh, Trowa thought to himself, I get it now. He felt himself
"It was part of the mission, Duo. part of the role I was
playing. You are a soldier. You would have done the same."
He resumed toweling his hair dry, intent on making his way to
the the bed,which incidentally would bring him within disarming
range of the other boy. "Besides, Duo, Deathscythe was a
machine. Just a
He had taken two steps; a third would have cost him at least a
toe and if step number two been any bigger--he looked down at
the blade that had landed squarely on the floor between his
legs--well he might have had to take up singing soprano in the
opera. His head snapped up at Duo. The other boy was
grinning, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Oh man, Trowa. You'd better pretend we're playing, "Mother
I". Don't move unless I say "Yes, you may." I mean, you might
startle me and then my aim would be all off...that would be
Trowa was a man of action and quick decision. Analysis of the
situation showed it to be dangerous and therefore, it needed to
be diffused and quickly. He leaped, adding an arial twist that
brought him close enough to the other pilot to disarm him a
hard side-kick to the shoulder. Duo, grunted, stumbling
slightly as his knife went scuttling across the floor. Trowa
lunged, taking him down. Duo recovered quickly, a well-aimed
fist catching Trowa in the jaw, rocking the older boy slightly.
Trowa countered with a blow of his own to the side of Duo's
head, causing his vision to erupt in sparkles. Trowa sat up
slightly, breathing heavily, preparing to drag his opponent to
his feet when Duo's legs came up, his feet catching him in the
gut, and with a grunt hurled him up and back, sending him
flying to the dressing table. Duo Scrambled to his feet,
his advantage, giving Trowa a hard kick in the side. Trowa,
hissed, feeling the sharp agony of a rib cracking. Duo
prepared to kick him again; Trowa caught the foot in his hand
and with a sharp twist, overbalanced the other boy, bringing
to the floor. But that left one foot free which caught him in
He again launched himself at Duo, delivering a sharp cross that
split his lip, and grabbing a hank of braid with a hard tug.
With a howl of pain, Duo countered with a blow under his chin.
They rolled, Duo ending up Trowa's back. Trowa reared back for
a head-butt but at that moment Duo jabbed hard at the base of
Trowa's neck. Trowa colapsed like a limp rag, aware, but
feeling his body go lifeless from the neck down.
Panting, Duo staggered to his feet wavering slightly. With a
rolled Trowa onto his back, then crouched down next to him.
"Bastard." He began almost conversationally. "Asshole." He
dabbed at his split lip, wencing at the pain. He glared at
Trowa through the one eye that wasn't already swollen and
begining to bruise. "DeathScythe wasn't just a 'machine'. He
was my partner. My other half. And when you...destoyed
him...I thought I was dyin'. It hurt..HE hurt...so much."
He smiled just a little.
"And you couldn't even muster up an 'I'm sorry.'"
"Duo..." Trowa began, grimacing at the pain from his broken
rib, "I didn't know. I'm sorry..."
"Too late now!" Duo said, almost brightly. He reached behind
him, pulling out another one of those glittering, ultra sharp
black blades. He waved it slightly under Trowa's nose. "Smell
that...It's oiled, and sharp enough to split a hair." To
prove it, he yanked a single hair from Trowa's head and did
just that. The Heavyarms pilot twitched.
"Trowa-man, I think I owe you just a little pain, owe
Deathscythe just a little blood, for what you did. Don't you?"
Duo pushed the folds of Trowa's robe aside, dancing the blade
over the smooth, muscled chest. He made a sharp, delicate
movement downward. Trowa felt the warmth of welling blood from
the shallow cut moments before he felt it's burning sting. He
blinked pain-tears from his eyes.
"Sharp...indeed." He panted.
"Mmmmmmm..."Duo responded, his tongue flicking out reptile like
to moisten his dry lips.
"Hush, Trowa. You'll ruin the mood." He leaned forward,
intimately close, to whisper in his ear, "What say we call
Catherine and tell her to find a new partner for her act since
you are planning to be...shall we say..indisposed?...for a
"Duo. You're nuts." Trowa muttered. Psycho, really, he thought
to himself. He tried to move; His body still couldn't respond
with more than a twitch.
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