Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 03:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | chang wufei, duo maxwell, gundam wing, heero yuy, quatre raberba winner, trowa barton |
[Gundam Wing] Merry Christmas, Heero
Title: Merry Christmas, Heero
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing or POV: Duo/Heero
Written for: petermaxwell
Special Note: I asked Saishi for a picture to use as inspiration. This is the result. *eg*
The first thing Heero decided, upon opening his eyes and moving in his seat, was that he was going to kill a certain fellow pilot. He was an imp, a demon, and Heero was going to get his own back, if it was the last thing he did.
His hands, bound behind his back by a sadistic, suicidal ally, were already working to undo the knots. He had to be careful - the wires he was bound with were electrified, and the blinking lights were making it difficult to pay attention. He was certain his cheeks were burning just as brightly, particularly when Wufei padded into the living room and froze for a few seconds, taking in the sight before him before nodding sagely. "Happy Christmas, Yuy," he said tiredly, moving around Heero to aim for the kitchen.
He deserves to die... slowly...
He would have growled back at Wufei, demanding the Chinese boy return and untie him. It would have been a useful, practical means of getting out of this gods-forsaken mess. Except for the tape over his mouth - two-sided, extra-strong tape that held in place a bright red Christmas tree ornament. The red metallic gleam caught the blinking lights, repeating them in a soft glow. It made Heero look like a stuffed pig with an apple in his mouth, and the thought just made him snarl again.
Trowa was the next into the room, the green eyes not even widening in shock. The thought that this was predictable to Trowa pissed Heero off even more, if that was even possible. His sounds of fury were muffled by the tape, and Trowa chose to use that excuse to ignore him, skirting around the bound boy and deliberately striding into the kitchen. Heero heard Trowa greet Wufei, and the expected grunt of a reply. Fuming, Heero jerked at the wires, by now too livid to pay attention to the electricity.
I'm going to take him and kill him slowly, as torturously as possible, Heero promised himself.
His eyes were closed when the third person to find him arrived. He heard a muffled choke, then a gasp of laughter, and his lids slid slowly open, reluctant to the end. There was a thud as Duo slid to his knees, clutching his sides and his mouth open wide. The laughter surrounded Heero, cocooning him in rage as he finally wormed a hand free. He reached up, grabbing the edge of the tape and ripping it free two seconds before he was glomped by Duo. "Heero! How'd you know I wanted you for Christmas?" Duo demanded, purple eyes beaming with happiness.
Heero took one look into the bright gaze and felt some of the rage slowly drain out of him. Maybe I won't kill Quatre, he decided. He was just about to curl his arm around Duo and hold the braided boy close when he caught sight of Trowa and Wufei standing in the doorway, sniggering to themselves. But I'm still going to make him pay...
~Owari~
Word Count: 504