More Two Knights! ^__^
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On the slowly swinging hammock, Duo was humming a little song, eyes closed, a satisfied look on his face.
She sat down on the garden chair, mind reeling. Why was Heero so embarrassed? She knew he didn't let most dirty jokes get to him, especially not when they were from Duo. Was it because he really liked her, as Duo had told her, or just because he liked her except not that way and was afraid that she would misinterpret Duo's unsubtle hints?
And why was Duo teasing them so much, dammit?
Heero sat down at the garden table, his fingers following the forged iron patterns at the center. His dog padded to him, sitting down at his side quietly, and the man started to rub his ears gently, whispering to him in Japanese. Relena had a feeling he was paying him so much attention not to have to look up. The way he patted his head was cautious, though, as if a too hard touch could hurt him, and the dog only barely wagged his tail, as if shy. She felt her chest tighten.
"... So... Where did you find that dog anyway?" she asked, desperate for a subject of conversation. The dog definitely had Doberman in him, maybe some Labrador for the fur. He was too old to have been a puppy the last time she'd seen Heero, and he didn't have any dog then. She wondered if he had been beaten; he was so painfully wary.
"In our backyard."
"... In your backyard."
She waited for more of the story patiently, reaching toward the dog and letting him smell her hand. Though he politely sniffed her palm, he looked dubious, so she didn't insist and let her hand drop at her side.
Finally Heero looked up briefly and shared another tidbit of information. "He was knocking over our garbage can."
"And so you adopted him," she continued, amused. Heero looked faintly embarrassed, so she generously decided to switch the line of questioning. "Where did you find his name? Kuro, was it?"
Duo chuckled from the hammock and straightened up, squirming in the net to get into a more comfortable position.
"It was what Heero called him all the time, in between two fits of grumbling. 'Kono kuro inu'," the American man grumbled in a rough approximation of Heero's annoyed growling. "And then he'd get out to chase him off, and come back all proud of his brave deed, but somehow before lights out, our leftovers would end up in the backyard. I have no clue how," he added, giving his lover an amused look.
Heero was giving his whole attention to a bit of rust into the iron patterns of the table.
"Finally he stopped pretending to think it a nuisance and decided to tame it... though to me, it looks more like they tamed each other."
Relena chuckled. She could imagine it. "But what does kono... well, his name mean?"
"That black dog," Heero said, deadpan.
"... you called your dog 'that black dog'?" she asked, incredulous.
"Yep," Duo quipped. "Original, ne?"
She couldn't help it, she began to laugh. It was such a Heero thing to do.
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Why, look, a plothole!
this isn't really a continuation of the next part, seeing as I don't write in order, but since I liked it, here's another snippet.
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The following day, Relena woke up groggy and confused. There was a lot of light in her room, and when she checked the alarm clock, she discovered that it wasn't working. She panicked, trying to remember which meetings she had missed and how to make it up, and then remembered that she was on vacation. She fell back on the bed, sighing in relief, her heart slowly calming down. And then she frowned and pushed herself up.
Somehow the plug had been pulled. And there was a tray on her bedside table. She felt torn between embarrassed gratefulness and annoyance. That thief had probably managed to sneak into her room...
... But when she reached for the folded piece of paper on the tray, it was Heero's angular writing.
You needed the sleep.
She had a feeling that was all the apologies she would get, but somehow, it still made her smile.
I should have worn my sexy negligee, she thought, to give them at least some sort of reward and maybe get one of them to trip, and then she started to laugh as she picked up the tray.
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When she finally emerged from her long, bubbly, almost boilingly hot bath, it was almost noon. She found a simple summer dress and twisted her hair into a loose bun, and went in search of her friends. The dinner table wasn't ready and Pargan informed her with a kind smile that her guests had requested her presence on the terrace by the pool.
They had, as she noticed, decided to have a barbecue. Heero was turning his back to her as he almost frantically tried to keep the fire from going out, throwing words in Japanese that sounded awfully like curses, and Duo was hunched over a plastic bag on the table, giving a dark glare at a chair in a shadowed corner. After observation, she realized that Kuro was curled up comfortably under said chair and peacefully munching on a raw sausage.
Heero's white shirt was half unbuttoned, floating out of his tight, faded jeans. He often needed to bend over to pick up more coal. She politely wrenched her eyes away. Duo was getting distracted from the dog by Heero's jeans-clad ass too, and his red tanktop hung low off his shoulders. She could see a pink nipple, behind the wisps of hair falling over his collarbones. For a second she wondered, quite inappropriately, what they looked like naked.
Or naked and together.
She decided to serve herself a big glass of ice-cold water.
"Oh, Relly. Hey."
She gave Duo a smile and a nod as she went to the table... freezing for a second as she noticed that Heero was half-turned toward her, and in the process of relaxing. She'd startled him. He was still holding the fire poker defensively, as if ready to lift it and brain the intruder. She bit her lip and gave him an apologetic look, but he was already turning away, apparently embarrassed by his lapse into soldier mindset.
"So. Slept well?"
"Very well, thank you. The next time one of you unplugs my alarm clock, I will be forced to retaliate."
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And since I have flooded LJ enough today...
A WERE TAIL!!!!! FOR ME!!!!! oh thank you thank you thank you ;;__;; *cries in happiness*
BW4H4H4!!!! I 4M T3H W0LFY 4SH3R!!!1! PH34R M3!!11!
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/56274.html#cutid1
On the slowly swinging hammock, Duo was humming a little song, eyes closed, a satisfied look on his face.
She sat down on the garden chair, mind reeling. Why was Heero so embarrassed? She knew he didn't let most dirty jokes get to him, especially not when they were from Duo. Was it because he really liked her, as Duo had told her, or just because he liked her except not that way and was afraid that she would misinterpret Duo's unsubtle hints?
And why was Duo teasing them so much, dammit?
Heero sat down at the garden table, his fingers following the forged iron patterns at the center. His dog padded to him, sitting down at his side quietly, and the man started to rub his ears gently, whispering to him in Japanese. Relena had a feeling he was paying him so much attention not to have to look up. The way he patted his head was cautious, though, as if a too hard touch could hurt him, and the dog only barely wagged his tail, as if shy. She felt her chest tighten.
"... So... Where did you find that dog anyway?" she asked, desperate for a subject of conversation. The dog definitely had Doberman in him, maybe some Labrador for the fur. He was too old to have been a puppy the last time she'd seen Heero, and he didn't have any dog then. She wondered if he had been beaten; he was so painfully wary.
"In our backyard."
"... In your backyard."
She waited for more of the story patiently, reaching toward the dog and letting him smell her hand. Though he politely sniffed her palm, he looked dubious, so she didn't insist and let her hand drop at her side.
Finally Heero looked up briefly and shared another tidbit of information. "He was knocking over our garbage can."
"And so you adopted him," she continued, amused. Heero looked faintly embarrassed, so she generously decided to switch the line of questioning. "Where did you find his name? Kuro, was it?"
Duo chuckled from the hammock and straightened up, squirming in the net to get into a more comfortable position.
"It was what Heero called him all the time, in between two fits of grumbling. 'Kono kuro inu'," the American man grumbled in a rough approximation of Heero's annoyed growling. "And then he'd get out to chase him off, and come back all proud of his brave deed, but somehow before lights out, our leftovers would end up in the backyard. I have no clue how," he added, giving his lover an amused look.
Heero was giving his whole attention to a bit of rust into the iron patterns of the table.
"Finally he stopped pretending to think it a nuisance and decided to tame it... though to me, it looks more like they tamed each other."
Relena chuckled. She could imagine it. "But what does kono... well, his name mean?"
"That black dog," Heero said, deadpan.
"... you called your dog 'that black dog'?" she asked, incredulous.
"Yep," Duo quipped. "Original, ne?"
She couldn't help it, she began to laugh. It was such a Heero thing to do.
**************************
Why, look, a plothole!
this isn't really a continuation of the next part, seeing as I don't write in order, but since I liked it, here's another snippet.
+ + + + +
The following day, Relena woke up groggy and confused. There was a lot of light in her room, and when she checked the alarm clock, she discovered that it wasn't working. She panicked, trying to remember which meetings she had missed and how to make it up, and then remembered that she was on vacation. She fell back on the bed, sighing in relief, her heart slowly calming down. And then she frowned and pushed herself up.
Somehow the plug had been pulled. And there was a tray on her bedside table. She felt torn between embarrassed gratefulness and annoyance. That thief had probably managed to sneak into her room...
... But when she reached for the folded piece of paper on the tray, it was Heero's angular writing.
You needed the sleep.
She had a feeling that was all the apologies she would get, but somehow, it still made her smile.
I should have worn my sexy negligee, she thought, to give them at least some sort of reward and maybe get one of them to trip, and then she started to laugh as she picked up the tray.
+ + + + +
When she finally emerged from her long, bubbly, almost boilingly hot bath, it was almost noon. She found a simple summer dress and twisted her hair into a loose bun, and went in search of her friends. The dinner table wasn't ready and Pargan informed her with a kind smile that her guests had requested her presence on the terrace by the pool.
They had, as she noticed, decided to have a barbecue. Heero was turning his back to her as he almost frantically tried to keep the fire from going out, throwing words in Japanese that sounded awfully like curses, and Duo was hunched over a plastic bag on the table, giving a dark glare at a chair in a shadowed corner. After observation, she realized that Kuro was curled up comfortably under said chair and peacefully munching on a raw sausage.
Heero's white shirt was half unbuttoned, floating out of his tight, faded jeans. He often needed to bend over to pick up more coal. She politely wrenched her eyes away. Duo was getting distracted from the dog by Heero's jeans-clad ass too, and his red tanktop hung low off his shoulders. She could see a pink nipple, behind the wisps of hair falling over his collarbones. For a second she wondered, quite inappropriately, what they looked like naked.
Or naked and together.
She decided to serve herself a big glass of ice-cold water.
"Oh, Relly. Hey."
She gave Duo a smile and a nod as she went to the table... freezing for a second as she noticed that Heero was half-turned toward her, and in the process of relaxing. She'd startled him. He was still holding the fire poker defensively, as if ready to lift it and brain the intruder. She bit her lip and gave him an apologetic look, but he was already turning away, apparently embarrassed by his lapse into soldier mindset.
"So. Slept well?"
"Very well, thank you. The next time one of you unplugs my alarm clock, I will be forced to retaliate."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And since I have flooded LJ enough today...
A WERE TAIL!!!!! FOR ME!!!!! oh thank you thank you thank you ;;__;; *cries in happiness*
BW4H4H4!!!! I 4M T3H W0LFY 4SH3R!!!1! PH34R M3!!11!