s[aCHAPTER 1a[s
As Heero woke up he could still feel his stomach lurching. The wave of dizziness that washed over him as he slowly sat up made him want to throw up all the more. He was vaguely aware of a presence near him.
“Heero,
what’s wrong? Daijoubu ka? Ohmigosh you look so pale!” The presence babbled
endlessly. “You look as if you’re about to—“ Something clicked in
Duo’s head and he ran out to fetch the trash can outside the room. He dashed
back just as Heero was about to hurl.
Heero
took his sweet time vomiting his lunch—and breakfast for that matter.
“Heero,
what the hell’s wrong with you? You must have ingested some poison...” Duo
asked worriedly.
“Hn”
was all the response he got. He watched as Heero got up and started for the
bathroom to wash and change.
“I
still think you’re not telling me something...!” Duo yelled. No response
this time. He sighed and yelped as his koibito, after washing, headed for the
front door. “Where are ya going?” he asked. “Can I go with you?”
“No.
Stay here!” Heero snapped.
“Geez,
fine! No need to bite my head off!” Duo retorted, a bit stung by his clipped
words. After he had ‘saved’ him, this was what he got? He hmphed in
indignation and turned away as Heero slammed the door closed.
tttttttt
Duo was reading a magazine when he heard the door slowly open and close. He spied Heero with the corner of his eyes carrying a small plastic package. He smiled and jumped up and down in front of Heero. “Oooh! Is it candy?” Duo asked excitedly. “Chocolate? For me?
“Baka.
No.” Heero said flatly. He held the bag away from a grabbing Duo.
“Then
what are they?” Duo asked curiously, giving up. When Heero didn’t answer, he
thought hard. “Those aren’t...condoms—?” he squeaked out.
“NO!!!”
he practically shrieked at the American pilot.
“Then—“
“None
of your business!”
“Aw...”
“Duo,I’msorryforsnappingatyouawhileago...”
he mumbled hurriedly, almost inaudibly.
“What?
Eh, Heero, you’re actually apologizing?!” Duo exclaimed in surprise. “WOW,
that’s new!” he eyed Heero warily. “What are you up to?” he inquired
suspiciously.
“Nothing,”
the Japanese pilot muttered before he locked himself in the bathroom.
“Man
that was weird!” Duo griped in shock at the shut door. Heero never
apologized...he started to worry. He wrung his hands together as he waited
outside the door for his darling Heero to emerge.
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Heero nearly fell into the toilet in surprise and awe at the same time. What he brought, urhm, stole from that convenience store a block away from their hideout was a pregnancy test (Yep, that’s right) He had had his suspicions when for the past few months he had trouble getting up in the morning, and when he did he felt woozy and a lot dizzy. He had been getting pretty tired lately. He had fought the feeling of sleepiness too, along with all those things. His suspicions were confirmed when the test resulted to positive.
His
first reactions were: anger, shock, surprised and a little bit— excited when
the plus sign came up. But the shot and operation that Dr. J had performed only
allowed him to conceive and carry a baby— he grinned.
But
how was he going to break it to Duo? He debated over telling him and not telling
him...but the bulge was going to show in another week or so, as he estimated.
When he went on his frequent “trips” he had read up on pregnancies and
conception. He was embarrassed to admit it to anyone, when once he raided a
video store and stole all the Teletubbies, Barney and Sesame Street tapes, and
whatever he felt needed for the baby. He had managed to stash the tapes away in
a little closet he made in their make-shift basement.
“Heero!
C’mon, I’m dying here! Whatcha doin’?” Duo banged on the door.
“I
need to use the bathroom!” Wufei banged along with him. “Where is your
honor? Do you not care what happens to your fellow Gundam pilots? I’m gonna
burst—!”
“Fine!”
Heero clipped. He cleaned everything up and opened the door quickly as he threw
the kit to the trash can.
Wufei
Chang though, had seen when Heero threw something in the can. After relieving
himself, he glanced curiously at it then he abruptly started to nosebleed. “Nataku!”
He got out his handkerchief as he cursed, “What the hell is going on? A
pregnancy kit?” Then he turned pale. Heero had been the last one using the
restroom—EEP...
He
stormed out the bathroom to look for Duo. “MAXWELL!”
A
chestnut mop of hair popped out the side of Heero and Duo’s room. “Ya
called, Wu—?”
“YOU
IMMORAL FOOL! HOW DARE YOU! INDECENT HENTAI YAOI COUPLE!!! I TOLD
SO! BUT NO, YOU HAD TO HAVE A SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP! NATAKU! INJUSTICE!!! HAVE YOU
NO SHAME? NO SENSE OF HONOR AND DIGNITY?!” he yelled at a wide-eyed Duo.
Duo
whimpered in a tiny little voice, “Me?”
“YES
YOU! WHO ELSE?!”
“But
what did I do?” he asked faintly, still cowering.
“YOU...”
Wufei started.
“Well?”
“I
DON’T KNOW COZ I’M NOT COMPLETELY SURE!!!” he bellowed again.
Duo
facefaulted. “You accuse me of something you’re not completely sure of?
You’re totally out of it, Wu!”
Wufei
turned red in the face and turned on his heel and stalked away, muttering about
Nataku and Justice.
Duo
stared at his retreating form, a big question mark hovering near his head,
anime-like. “I’m confused!”
He
slumped back on the couch in the living room. He heard a motion behind him and
turned. Heero was heading for the kitchen.
“Heero!
You getting a bite ta eat?” Duo asked after him.
“Hn.”
He stepped in front of the refrigerator, opened it and got half the week’s
rations that was meant for the five of them.
Duo
stood up in shock. “Heero? You gonna eat all that?” He was wide-eyed.
“Why?!”
“Hungry,”
he replied as he prepared a submarine sandwich longer than Duo lying down.
All
he got from Heero was a disgruntled “Hn.”
“HEERO!
Talk to me here?!?” Duo said in exasperation at his presently munching koibito.
Then Quatre walked in. He gave Duo and Heero a startled glance before he opened
the refrigerator.
“???”
Quatre gaped at the half-empty refrigerator in front of him. “Hey! Today’s
Monday, right? What happened to our week’s rations?” He looked at Duo, then
at Heero. “WOAH!” he uttered as he saw the huge submarine sandwich.
Quatre
got a knife and proceeded to cut a tiny bit off the sandwich Heero made.
He got the Yuy Death Glare TM. “Aw, Heero?” he pleaded with his big emerald
eyes. “Please? This is just a tiny bit...”
Nobody
can resist Quatre’s pleading, puppydog eyes.
Heero
grunted. He relented and later ignore the happily munching Quatre sitting beside
him.
Duo
looked at the both of them, sweatdropping. And he thought that HE was a heavy
eater. “Heero! You might choke!”
“...”
“Wait...I’m
hungry too...”
“Omae
o korosu!”
“Fine!
Be that way!” Duo stomped away from the kitchen. “I’m headin’ for town.
I’m gonna get some food for myself.”
tttttttt
A week passes and Duo notices that Heero’s stomach was getting bigger. Duo was very confused since Heero was not acting like himself at all.
“Hey,
Heero, you should stop eating you know! You’re getting fat. It’s very
unbecoming. It won’t be romantic in bed anymore.” He whined plaintatively.
Heero
gave him a glare (of death) and said, “Omae o korosu.”
“Hee-chan!?”
Duo whined again.
Quatre
walked into the room, raising an eyebrow at the bickering couple. He noted that
Heero’s stomach was getting suspiciously big.
“Hey,
Heero! You need to go on a diet. You’re getting really big. You probably
won’t even fit in your cockpit anymore.”
Heero
gave Quatre his patented Yuy death glare.
Quatre
visibly shrunk under his gaze.
“Quatre,
I need to talk with you. NOW!” He proceeded to drag Quatre into another room.
Duo
whined. “What about me, Hee-chan?”
“Hn...”
Heero
slammed the door leaving a bewildered Duo behind.
tttttttt
Moments later a very red and shaken Quatre emerges from the room, followed
shortly by a smirking Heero. Duo at that point of time started to think very,
very nasty thoughts.
“Hey
Q-man? What did ya do there?” Duo asked.
“N-n-nothing!”
Quatre managed to sputter before he disappeared out of sight. Duo stared
helplessly at the back of his fast retreating friend.
“Hee-chan!
Whatcha tell him anyway?” Duo complained.
“Hn.
Baka!” Heero said as he slammed the door on Duo’s startled face.
Duo
could feel his face redden. What the hell was going on anyway?! He thought to
himself.
“I
wonder...” Duo placed his hand to his chin. “Maybe I should ask Trowa...”
With that in mind he went off to find his uni-banged friend.
tttttttt
Quatre had told everything to his darling koibito and now Trowa was as shaken up as his little angel. They were trying to calm each other down when the door suddenly burst open. Duo was red in the face and panting. He scanned around the room and ended up glaring at Quatre.
“You-you
two timing bastard!” Duo screeched.
“W-wha=what?!”
Quatre replied, eyes wide.
“Whatcha
do with my Hee-chan?” he accused.
“N-no-nothing!”
“Then
why did you come out looking...looking like you’ve just had-had...YOU
KNOW!!!” pointing an accusing finger at the trembling Quatre. Trowa put his
arms around his angel and glared at the braided boy.
“Nothing
like that happened...” he said as he pulled his trembling angel to the
adjoining room. Before Duo could blink, Trowa locked the door.
“WHAT
THE HELL IS GOING ON!?” Duo screamed in frustration.
Heero
strolled in the room, holding a book.
“Baka,
if you really want to know, read this.” He turned around and threw the book
right before leaving the room.
Duo
picked up the cute pink book with little cute pictures of babies. “Huh!?
What’s this?!”
He
began to leaf through the book and as he came to the last page, his eyes had
grown as wide as plates.
“Hee-chan?!”
What do you mean by this?” he screamed.
Heero
came trudging back. “How dense are you?”
Duo
crawled to a corner of the room to collect his thoughts, which were spinning
around his head in dizzying circles.
He
suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
“Duo,
I want lumboy,” Heero said softly.
Duo
spun around, red hazing his vision.
“What
do you mean you want this weird #?@/$% thing!”
“I
want it now.” Heero said, his voice dead serious.
“I
don’t care if you want it or not. How can you simply sit there and ask me for
some —beep— thing that I have no idea what the hell it is in the first
place?!”
“If
you don’t get it now you will have failed the mission and I’ll self-destruct
in 5—4—“
“FINE!!!
I get the point already!” With that, Duo stomped off to find Quatre and Trowa
to ask them about the —beep— lumboy that Hero was asking for.
tttttttt
“WHAT?!” Duo shrieked. “It’s ONLY on EARTH? In ASIA? IN THE —beep— PHILIPPINES?! What da @#$*&?!”
Trowa
just stared back at him without so much as a twitch or a fidget. Quatre was
covering his poor bruised ears.
“As
I said,” Trowa calmly continued, “It only grows there in the Philippines. I
don’t know if this month is the season for it—“
“WHATEVER!!!”
Duo threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
“I
want lumboy.” Heero repeated suddenly from behind him, popping out of nowhere.
Duo’s
heart almost leapt from his chest in shock. “Heeero! Don’t EVER DO THAT
AGAIN OR I’LL...”
“Self-destruction
mode activated. If mission is not accomplished in a span of 05:00 hours, ...”
Here said in monotone.
“ALRIGHT
ALREADY, JEEZ! Gimme a break, Heero! I’ve yet to prepare my Gundam for the
trip to Earth.”
“Now!”
The pregnant boy clipped.
