A collection of short stories about Heero and Duo getting together. I've posted them all as separate stories because they can all be read as short oneshots but there is connection between the stories so I've numbered them in chronological order.
Fifth in the Ficlet Arc.
Pairing: Suggestion of future 1+2
Warnings: Some cursing, repetitive use of the word 'shit'
5. 'Baka' he said.
'For christ's sake Heero! You can't just throw yourself into gunfire like that! You should have waited for back-up! You should have waited for me! Why do you always have to be so stubborn?! Is it for the love and joy of scaring the living daylight out of me or did you really make a deathwish the last time you blew out candles on your birthday?! I don't know why I keep hauling my ass around following yours! Do you have any idea what that was like for me?! Seeing you walk into that building and then seeing it explode! How could you, Heero?! You have to think before you do shit like that! You have to think about what could happen and I don't just mean about what could happen to the mission, but to your life! You could have died! And ya know what happens then, don't ya? Then your content ass goes to heaven and I get stuck collecting the bits and pieces left of you and arranging your funeral, that's what'll happen. And then I have to sit next to Quatre's sobbing ass all day. Shit… … I can't stop the bleeding… … Are you happy now?! This is what you wanted, isn't it? To bleed dry. And leave me here by myself. Shit man… If you died… If… You think I can pay the rent by myself?! With what I make saving your ass every day as a 'Preventer'?! We don't 'prevent' shit. And what would happen to Monday-Movie-Night? And Friday-Floptops(1)-and-Popcorn-Night?! Without you I'd just be some lonely loser sitting on the couch drinking alcohol and eating saturated fats. I mean… You gotta think about stuff like that before you go throwing your body in the line of fire. You gotta think of what you're leaving behind… I'd… I'd miss you, ya know… if you're gone… Cuz… ya know, … I care for you. Sorta. Kinda… Why are you smiling?'
'Baka.' He said.
PS: If I remember correctly, the english call those new beer bottle, where you can 'flop the top off', flop tops, but I'm not absolutely certain. If anyone is (about me being right, or me being wrong) please say so because then I can confirm it or scrap it from the ficlet.
Part 6: Apples and Oranges