A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next | By : Coffeetailor Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Okies, new chapter, and the long-awaited revealing. Hope you like it. Anywho, I don’t own anything I didn’t make, so nyaa. Enjoy the chapter!
“A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next”
Chapter Twenty-Three
No Coffee For Wuffers
For the first time since the war, when he’d sometimes been forced to share a bed with his partner due to lack of space in a safehouse, Heero woke to find himself entangled in long, chestnut hair. Rolling over carefully as not to pull any of it, he smiled at the sight of his mate sleeping, dark lashes closed over violet eyes. He wasn’t sure when Kuronue had returned to his human form as Duo, having fallen asleep next to the winged chimera, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he had missed the other pilot’s human face, even more beautiful in its familiarity.
Duo’s eyes opened, still fuzzy with content sleep. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” Heero returned, wrapping an arm around the slender waist.
The chimera leaned into the embrace, for once pleased with the fact that his human form was just slightly shorter than Heero. It felt good to be held sometimes. “We’ve got to get up soon. Beating Wu and Trowa to the kitchen this morning, remember?”
“And if we run into them in the hallway?” Heero asked, sitting up and stretching with a sigh of relief. The soreness was gone.
“With the way Wufei was tossing down drinks with Yusuke’s kid last night, he won’t be moving for a while,” Duo said with a grin, propping himself up onto his elbows. “And I think I saw Kurama slip something to Quatre before we separated out for bed.”
“What sort of family did I just marry into anyway?” the human asked with a laugh, pushing his mate off of the bed.
Duo smirked, sprawled out on the floor with one leg still hooked over the edge of the bed. “A supernatural and absolutely loony one.”
They joked around while dressing, both relishing how comfortable it was to be completely relaxed around each other, without hidden feelings or hidden pasts between them. Leaving the suite, Duo bounced next to him as they made their way down the hall, glomping onto the pilot every few feet before jumping ahead to slide down the rail on the staircase with a cheer.
...Which turned into a yelp as he ran into Quatre, who had been standing at the foot of the stairs.
“Duo!” the blond gasped, trying to keep his balance as his arms were suddenly filled with the hyperactive youkai.
“Morning, Cat,” Duo chirped. “Thanks for the catch. The other’s still snoozing?”
Quatre sighed, nodding his head to the question as he turned his eyes higher up on the stairs, where Heero was making his way down in a more civilized manner. “Good morning, Heero. How are you feeling?”
“Well,” Heero said with a small smile, watching as his mate gave their comrade one final hug before dropping to the floor and moving to give him some breathing space. Some things would never change. “I hope your brother’s up.”
Duo snorted. “Do you think he’d miss this? ‘Course he’s up. Probably’s hiding the coffee maker as we speak. I just hope he thought to make us some first. Hey, do you know where Solo’s burrowed himself into?”
“Despite Koenma’s protests, he roomed with Wufei last night,” the millionaire said, covering a smile. “Insists that he’s going to follow us until your human wedding at the very least. So, where exactly do you know him from?”
“L2,” the thief said, purple eyes flicking quickly toward Wufei’s door. “Like I told Heero, the colony’s always had close ties to Makai, and it’s pretty well accepted around there that most of the local population has at least some youkai blood, and that it shows up in some more than others. One of the reasons so many attempts at ‘re-civilizing’ L2 have failed is that a good half of the population refuses to speak in any human language. We use Makai common. Sure startled Father Maxwell and Sister Helen whenever a couple of the kids started growling at each other. I think Solo has some... dog youkai?”
“Wolf.”
Solo stood with his back to the closed door, fingers busily pulling his hair into a high tail. “Three or four generations back. It’s where I originally got my name. Some wit started calling me that after getting ideas about the whole ‘lone wolf’ thing. It stuck.”
“You seem to gravitate toward canines,” Heero said, smirking. “Kurama, Solo, Relena’s dog...”
“Hey, that fluffy thing follows me,” Duo defended. “I don’t gravitate toward them, they adopt me.”
As the other three snickered and Duo glowered, they made their way down several more floors into the familiar kitchens, where Kurama waited with four cups of coffee, he and Hiei having drank their own already. The coffee maker was still on the counter, but empty.
The kitsune looked up at them from some papers and blinked. “I don’t think I realized how short your human form was, Kuronue.”
Duo stuck out his tongue. “Yours isn’t exactly a mountain either.”
“Maybe not, but it’s still taller than yours.”
The younger thief’s pout lasted all of ten seconds as his brother handed him a fresh cup of coffee, already loaded with sugar. After that, they arranged themselves around the table so that Duo was not immediately visible from the kitchen doors. There, they waited.
The last of the pilots walked into the kitchen together. Trowa sent a nod to Quatre upon entering, and interesting glint in his eyes. Wufei, on the other hand, was clutching his head, clearly still in the throws of a bad hangover.
Chatting lightly with Kurama in Makai common, Duo watched the pair wander over to the empty coffee maker out of the corner of his eye, making sure not to make any sudden moves that would draw attention to himself.
Slanted dark eyes narrowed as they took in the lack of coffee in the pot. He let out a growl worthy of any bear youkai. “Who took the last of the coffee?”
“Sorry, Wuffers. That’d be me,” Duo said, slinking back from the table.
“Maxwell, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t call me-” Wufei froze as he realized just who he was yelling at.
Smiling innocently, Duo waggled a few fingers at the Chinese pilot. One, two, three...
“Maxwell?”
Showtime.
Wufei sputtered, staring at Duo with wide eyes. “What- Where have you been?”
“Ah, you know, here and there. Caught up with a few old friends, got together with this gorgeous guy I know,” Duo said, gesturing casually. “Things don’t really change much around here once you get away from the surface.”
“You’ve been here before?” Nataku’s pilot was leaning across the table now, eyes scanning Duo’s face.
That, of course, meant that he was in the prime location to see the positively devious smile growing on the second pilot’s face. “Wu, I was born here.”
Wufei reeled back in surprise, staring at Duo disbelievingly. “Born- You-? He glanced over to Kurama and Hiei before returning to Duo. “You knew they were youkai then, didn’t you?”
“From the moment I met them,” he said truthfully. “Hiei’s eyes kind of gave it away.” And their scent, but that’d spoil things, wouldn’t it? “Escaped the theatre when that loony started shooting at us, and came to Makai. Been wandering around from city to city for a bit. And now I’m here.”
The kitchen door opened and a blond head popped in. “Hey Chang, why didn’t you wake me up when you came down here?” Solo entered, walking across the room to sit down next to Duo, fixing him with a half-awake glare. “You drank the last of the coffee, didn’t you, kid.”
Wufei’s head snapped up at the form of address, and he finally focused his eyes on the distinctive red pendant hanging from around Duo’s neck, attention flickering between it and Duo’s eyes, which had gained a lengthening of the pupils.
“You- you- you’re-” he stuttered, paling.
Heero didn’t feel any pity for his comrade as he joined in, leaning closer to his mate and giving him a solid kiss on the lips, hand wrapping around the long braid. Satisfied at the dazed look on Duo’s face as he pulled away, Heero left Wufei to his hyperventilating to match gazes with an amused Trowa. He raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t seem surprised.”
Trowa smiled slightly. “I’ve known since Konchuu. Too many hints to ignore.”
“And you just decided to play along?”
“It was entertaining.”
Wufei finally seemed to snapping out of his shock, disbelief turning to fury. “Maxwell- Youko- whatever your name is, I’m going to kill you!”
That night, they were still wondering just how Duo managed to wedge himself onto the top shelf in the pantry cupboards. And he refused to tell them.
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