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Slice of Life	By : Starla_Q Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9: Repeat

Peeling one's skin from a rough surface wasn't fun, but it had to be done. Duo rose from his nap to the sound of the doorbell. It was shortly past nine and he had long since come down and was able to move again. Opening the door revealed Heero and Trowa. "What are you two doing here?"

Before anyone could answer, "Come and see," Wufei said from behind his new roommate.

They were in awe, "What happened here?" Heero asked and looked around the alien landscape. If there was one thing Wufei needed help with, it was getting his things together; apparently it was no longer the case.

"Heh, 'Duo' happened," he said and showed off the rooms, "There's a floor and a hallway; and I can see the stairs," he said, sounding as if it was something he was unaware of.

"You're right, this is amazing," Trowa laid the drinks on the table and broke the loops to serve them.

"Isn't it? Oh, thanks," Wufei said as he was handed a beer from Trowa. His guests took up residence in his tidy living room.

"When you don't own anything it's easy to tell people to clean up," Duo said with a yawn. "I'm sure my own apartment won't look like this." They cracked a few beer, even Duo, despite better judgment. "Where's Quatre tonight," he asked and took a swig of his frothy can.

"We ran into him on the way here, he had other things to do," Trowa said.

"I bet," Duo remarked, remembering the story of the 'new employee'.

"He misses home too much." Wufei was squeezing a cork screw into the top of a sake bottle.

"It's new to him, he's not used to being on his own," Trowa defended him, "I bet we can see his floor."

"Hey, my mess worked for me," he said and finally won the fight with the cork. He went for the cup, but drank from the bottle instead.

Heero held out a hand and took the bottle, "I don't think I own enough to make a mess with." As he did the previous night, he spiked his can with the other alcohol.

"Same," Duo said. "When you look at your house, think of it as 'code'. Sure, it'll work even if it's all over the place, but just imagine how good it'll look properly spaced and oragnized. You can actually say 'I know where this is' when you look at your stuff."

"I knew where my things were; they were all over the place."

"What if someone wanted to find something for you," Duo continued the otherwise pointless argument. "They wouldn't be able to find it."

Wufei continued, "What if a burglar broke in? He wouldn't be able to find anything either."

"I can't believe you're trying to justify a mess," Heero shook his head and handed the bottle back. He had filled his can past the top and needed to siphon some off with a sip.

"I'm not." He was only being difficult. "I'm grateful, thanks again, Duo. Change is hard, I guess." And here he had bashed Quatre's complex, when he had plenty of his own to contend with. It seemed he was able to point his judgment at everybody but himself. But Wufei was 'dipping in' before anyone even showed up, so his brain function was down from the get-go.

"Damn right," Duo said and quickly moved the topic elsewhere.

Wherever 'elsewhere' was, it was after midnight before any of them questioned the time. "Are there any beer left?" Duo asked, leaning over the end of the couch, his arm trailing to the floor at it's side.

"There's one," Trowa said from the kitchen.

"Did you try it with sake?" Heero asked. He looked like he was enjoying himself, which was rare. "Get three glasses," he said and stood up, wobbly.

"You mean four?" Trowa looked back in the living room to see Heero stealthily pulling the large sake bottle form Wufei's cold, dead, unconsciousness. "I see," he said and brought in the three cups.

"It's like first year chemistry all over again." Feeling nostaligic, Heero smiled and began pouring equal parts of beer in all three cups. He topped them off with a few shots of the rice wine each. "Bottom's up," he said and had a cheers with his friends. It was good, the bitterness of both canceled eachother out.

Halfway done the drink Duo smiled wide, "Drunk dialing," and held his phone up in the air.

"N-no," Heero tried to take it from him and failed, for Duo had shimmied to the side. Apparently three dimensional movement was impossible for him to navigate with a bunch of beer and sake. Heero gave up trying to stop him after that first valiant attempt.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm'a'callin' Quatre," he said and attempted to dial, several times, failing. This went on until Duo remember he had him in his phone book, "And...speed dial." He said, calling his number. It rang. "I got this."

"He's in bed," Heero said, still half slouched over on his side.

"And what could you possibly want to talk about right now?" Trowa only had two drinks, so he was fairing the best out of all of them. Pacing was a learned behaviour.

"Nothing I-" he began when someone picked up.

'Hello?' a girls voice came over the line.

"...Hellooo~," Duo said with a smile that measured a mile, "Hey sweetie, do you know where Quatre is?" He said it in such a way that the other two knew that it wasn't Quatre who picked up. Though Heero was chortling because for a second, he thought Duo just called Quatre a pet name.

'He's busy at the moment, is there a message?' she sounded so sweet.

"Busy? It's the middle of the night, isn't he asleep?" Duo was confused.

'Y-yes, asleep,' she said.

"...who is this?" he asked.

'I'm Naibun, one of his housekeepers. Can I ask who's calling?' she said, getting flustered.

"This is Duo, come on, put him on," he was getting whiny, noted by Trowa, lowering a hand palm down to stabilize him.

'Duo? You're one of his friends, right? Could you just...come over here?' she said suddenly.

"Oh, what's going on?" His countenance faded into something more serious, drawing the attention of the other two, "Something up?"

'No...not really...is it possible for you to make it over? If not...I'm going to have to call my boss for help,' she said with regret, almost on the verge of tears.

Now Duo could hear tears from miles away, even through the phone, so he knew something was wrong. "Naibun, hun, are you safe?" he was good at sweet talking the ladies.

'I am.'

"Is Quatre safe?"

'He is,' she said with doubt.

These questions went on for a few more minutes until they agreed to go out and see him. The last thing they wanted to do was walk into an ambush. Their years as mercenaries hadn't left them without certain idiosyncrasies, it was best to know everything before diving into any situation.

"We're not going to do him any good," Heero was attempting to get his coat on, but the sleeve kept evading him. He slowly ended up going in a circle once, until Trowa helped held his coat for him.

"I can't look the other way with a girl in distress. Especially one who's wearing a uniform and a corset!" They wondered how he heard that from over the phone. Duo pointed a finger at Trowa and lost his momentum, "You can't drive, dammit. We walk!" he pointed that same finger in the air.

"That'll take all night. I called a cab," Trowa said and put his phone away, for he was done dialing.

"That's good too, let's go wait outside. Wufei?" he said loudly. "...Yo! Wufei!" He shook him, with no luck. "I know," he wandered into the kitchen and began to fold a piece of loose paper into something. It looked like he was going to leave him a note but instead, popped out with a 'popper'. He took the small folded triangle and held it above his head, "Wufei!" and he swiped it downward. The air got caught within the folds of the paper and made it open up with a really loud 'pop' noise. "Nothing? I've done all I can do here, let's go."

Heero scribbled a note on Duo's paper and left it on Wufei's head, as a hat. "I'm sure he'll see it," he said and left his message to balance, carefully adjusting it a few times to make sure it stayed. He remained straight faced the whole time; his dead-pan made it even funnier. The other two couldn't help but laugh.

Trowa took a picture with his phone, "He'll enjoy that." As they stood outside Duo realized that he left his drink inside and wanted to go back for it, "You don't need it," Trowa said and extended a cigarette to him, "Keep your hands busy."

"Why the hell not," he said and lit up, holding it differently than Trowa.

"What are you doing?" Trowa asked.

"Smoking?" he said, unsure if that was the right answer anymore.

"...that's not how you hold it," he said with a snicker.

"What's the difference?" He looked at the burning stick pinched between his thumb and index finger.

Heero shook his head as he caught a glimpse of Duo's hand, "You're holding it like a joint."

They were expecting Duo to be all up in arms, but he took the information in stride. "The things you learn," he said and placed the smoke between the index and middle fingers. "..." He took a drag on it with the new position and exhaled saying, "Doesn't feel right," and immediately switched back to 'his way'.

When they got to Quatre's it was dead quiet, all but for a single television on in his bedroom. "I texted Naibun, she'll be here any second," Trowa put his phone away.

"Thank the heavens," Naibun said as she appeared. A brief introduction ensued. "Maybe you guys can talk to him," she said and lead them to where Quatre was. He wasn't in his room, he was in the washroom nearest the wine cellar. "I got him out of the bar," that was in the house, "but then he locked himself in the bathroom. I got the door open, but I couldn't pull the bottle away..." The girl in the corset, which didn't go unnoticed, opened the door to reveal Quatre hugging the bowl, barely awake, bottle wedged in the crook of his arm, in a similar way to Wufei's sake.

"Is there a curse following us or something?" Duo's eyes went wide, "I guess you didn't want to say anything because of this," he said and knelt next to his downed comrade.

She poked her index fingers together lightly, "This isn't what I needed help with...I need help cleaning."

"Clean? It's the middle of the night," Heero remarked, annoyed with this girls inability to function at a normal time of the day.

"Normally, that's the case," she inhaled as she spoke. She looked up to Trowa, "You seem sober enough," she could tell they had all been 'into it' that night, "Could you help me?"

"Sure, with what?" Trowa asked.

Naibun nodded, "I need to flip the mattress. Could you two stay here and keep him company?" She looked to Duo and Heero.

"You do what you have to," Duo said and scooched closer to rub Quatre's back.

"Thank you so much. This way," she said and left with Trowa.

"Did you spill your wine?" Duo said with a snicker.

"Mmm-no," said the blond one, "Sick."

"In bed? That's rough. Don't you have another bed to sleep on?" Heero was slowly sliding to the floor near the tub, for there was no seating in the bathroom. He could have sat on the edge of the tub, but he didn't trust his balance at the moment.

"I did...got sick there too. Naibun must be so angry. I'm sorry guys...wasn't thinking," he was sounding regretful.

"Didn't look mad to me, she was worried," Duo assured him, "You didn't know she goes to school with us, did you?" He saw Quatre slowly shake his head. "I knew I recognized the name, Naibun. She's on the swim team. I bet she got a job here so she could get to know you."

"A lot of good that's doing. I wouldn't blame her if she quit tomorrow," he said and closed the lid to rest his head on it.

Heero chimed in, "I doubt it. She seems like the type to like the whole 'hurt-comfort' aspect of this situation." For someone who was intoxicated, he was quite affluent with his diagnosis. "She probably feels really powerful and in charge right now. She was so meek when she answered the door, I bet being in charge must be a good feeling." Not an ounce of transference from Relena, he swore, in his head.

"Yeah," Duo said, "Imagine how she'll feel if you give her that bottle?"

Quatre looked at the neck of the bottle he refused to let go of, and sighed. "Yeah~" he handed the bottle to the one closest to him. "I'm sorry."

"No prob buddy," Duo went to take a drink, but paused, "I'm...not in the mood to drink right now. Odd, thought I was."

"I'm sorry," Quatre repeated himself.

"No, no, it's not you. It's just, right now kind of feels like looking into a freaky, accurate, mirror of last night." He heard a cough from behind him, "Please don't make it a two way mirror," Duo squinted, hoping not to get hit with anything undesirable.

"I'm good," Heero said and turned the tub's tap on.

"I believe you," Duo said sarcastically. "How come you drank so much?"

"I didn't drink that much," he denied it.

"Really?" he said, mimicking him from the night before.

"Yeah, I just drank it too quickly. I have no clue why," Quatre was thinking about the girl he saw on the bus when he picked up the bottle. He briefly remembered the confusion toward his panic attack. Had he been so sheltered he couldn't deal with the basic stresses of real life, or so he thought.

"You going to be okay Heero?" Duo asked, hearing more coughing from behind him.

When he was sure he knew what they were dealing with, he got up and left the room, sure to give Heero a pat on the back too. "You put up with my ass, it's the least I can do. Be right back," he said and left. He quickly located Trowa and Naibun who were placing the final sheet on the now tidied bed. "Guess what?" he said and laid the wine bottle down, with no less missing from it since they last saw it. "We've got two of 'em now. On on the toilet, one in the tub."

Naibun let out a frustrated growl, showing her true colors, "Fuck my life!" Effectively, stunning her two helpers.

Not wanting to chance having to do more work than necessary, she stuck them both in Quatre's room. The argument that ensued for who got the left side of the bed was annoying. "I want the left." Quatre began.

"I want the left."

"My house."

"I'm your guest."

"I didn't invite you."

"Damned if I come over to help again."

"Bah, like you're the one helping."

"Sleep head-toe," Duo said, getting the drunken palaver out of one of his ears. Naibun was in the center and Trowa and Duo were on either end. They relocated their friends under the arms to another room. Sleeping head-toe, bucket in either corner, they brushed their hands clean for the evening. The three of them split the last of the wine and went to bed before the sun came up.
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