DISCLAIMER: Bandai and Sunrise own all. I'm just borrowing the boys and their world. The story, however, is mine.
This is a side story to "Mission Details"
PAIRING: 1x2
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: yaoi, a touch of sap
FEEDBACK: oh yes, please!
WARNING: none
NOTES: Takes place after "Mission Details" but it is probably not necessary to have read that fic to enjoy this one, but it might make more sense if you have.
AUTHOR NOTES: Nothing special, just a little post-MD conversation ^_^ Aren't they cute? See Sakti. See Sakti beta this fic. See Sakti do a good job. Thanks Sakti! :p
SUMMARY: Heero and Duo talk over the making of soup.
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Alterations
by Dev-Aki Basaa
Duo sat backwards on the stool in the kitchen, legs
split to either side of the runged-back chair,
watching as Heero sliced carrots for the soup he was
making. After the appointment Heero'd had that day,
Duo thought he should be making *him* soup, but Heero
insisted it was his turn and didn't want to break with
the routine - doctor's appointment earlier or not.
Duo folded his hands over the back of the barstool,
and then rested his chin on them. He liked just being
near Heero, even if they weren't talking, even if he
was busy doing something else. There were things Duo
could be occupying himself with while Heero made
dinner, but he just felt drawn to him and would rather
sit here by him, content to watch the delicate,
accurate way he sliced vegetables and measured the
spices. As far as Duo was concerned, other things
could wait. Heero never seemed to mind the company,
anyway, even if it wasn't always so silent.
"It doesn't hurt?" Duo asked him.
Heero shook his head and picked up a celery stalk to
slice. "It doesn't hurt. It was very simple laser
surgery."
Duo cocked his head to one side, his chin shifting on
the back of his hand. "Do you miss them?"
Heero shrugged, raising and lowering his knife in
timed precision. "Not really, I kept what I liked."
"Not even the tongue piercing?" Duo didn't hide the
disappointment in his voice - he was very sorry to see
that little addition go.
Heero dumped the tray of sliced veggies into the
crock-pot and reached for the bowl of chicken he'd
cooked and de-boned already, and then responded. "Une
was insistent that it go," he said. "I wouldn't have
minded keeping that," he added, a touch of wistfulness
to his voice.
"Well," Duo began with a firm nod, his hands sliding
over the top rung of the chair and back again with the
movement of his chin. "I'm glad your nipples are
still pierced and that you kept the one ring in your
ear to wear my cross."
Heero glanced over at Duo and smiled. "I'm glad you
approve."
Duo smiled back and shrugged. "In fact, I was
impressed that you insisted to keep the matching
tattoos on your back and neck."
Heero nodded again, slicing the chicken into perfect
little square chunks. "Well, Une was concerned about
identifying marks, but since I'm off any undercover
missions for a while, she acquiesced."
Duo chuckled to himself and shook his head. "And I
still think Wufei was sorry to see the blade on your
calf go."
Heero snorted. "Perhaps, but he'd eat dirt before
he'd admit that." He dumped the first pile of chicken
into the crock-pot. He always made it with extra
chicken because he knew that's how Duo liked it. Duo
smiled as he watched Heero grab another piece of
chicken to slice.
"Heh. Probably," he answered and then chuckled again
at the thought.
After a few more moments of companionable silence,
Heero paused, seeming to consider the spread of spices
and vegetables he had set out in front of him. His
hand hesitating for only a second, he reached over and
picked up a bundle of radishes and then handed them
out to Duo. "Do you want to clean and slice these?"
Duo lifted his head, surprised. Heero had never let
him help cook on his days before, said he was fine
doing it alone. At least, that was before they'd
spent the last two years alone. "Yeah, sure!" Duo
answered and he stood up from the stool, taking a
place next to Heero at the sink. He bumped his hip
against him, playful and grinning.
Heero shook his head, but grinned as well. "Baka," he
murmured, then bumped Duo back with his hip.
Laughing out loud, Duo stuck the radishes under the
faucet and grabbed a knife. There were still plenty
of things left to do.
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