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Duo Maxwell's breath hissed between his teeth as he went over his findings again.
He bit back the curse words that threatened to burst from his lips, of all the assignments he had ever been on, this was NOT the one to screw up. And the slightest sound would betray him, he _knew_ that. Silence was crucial.
And speed. He checked and rechecked. Still nothing. He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes of safety remained. He wiped his brow and scrabbled around in his toolkit for his scanning devices. How he wished he was in the cockpit of his Gundam, Deathscythe, right now. Going up against any enemy would be a relief compared to this hellish mission. Again he cursed himself for going ahead with what he knew was likely to be a suicide plan. He glanced at his watch again.
Five minutes of safety, with possibly a couple of minutes of dubious safety afterwards - but if he didn't complete his mission before this time, he was likely to wind up...
The chill metal mouth of a gun gently brushed the back of his neck, raising goosebumps where it touched. The menacing noise of the cocking of the gun sounded loudly in the small room. Duo gulped and looked up, a nervous smile spreading across his face as sweat broke out across his forehead.
His worst fears were confirmed. His target stood before him, menacing gaze and gun held steady. Dammit! Duo could still hear the shower in the background too. The target had obviously been in there - he was dripping everywhere! How the hell had he managed to hear him over the water? It wasn't fair!
"Ah... Heero." he said, gently putting down the spandex shorts, green singlet-top and underwear. Heero watched his every move through narrowed eyes, finger never moving from the trigger, arm never wavering. "You're probably wondering what I'm doing in here. Well... Ah... there's a simple explanation for that."
Heero Yuy, fellow Gundam pilot and all-around psychopath, glared at him stonily. Duo forced a cheeky grin. "The truth is, I was just wondering, errr... Ummm..." He stalled, mind reeling, trying to think of something, anything, to forestall his imminent demise at the hands of his wet, soapy teammate.
"Ahhh... may I say how lovely you're looking today?" he managed.
Heero glared at him again, then leant down and kissed him, hard.
Duo breathed a sigh of relief. "So I'm forgiven then?"
"Provisionally," said Heero. "As long as you tell me the real reason you were going through my clothes."
"Ne Heero," said Duo embarrassed. "I was trying to find out where you keep that gun of yours. Which I note is still pointed at me by the way."
There was a soft click as Heero re-engaged the safety.
Heero's eyebrow lifted. "Is that all? You could have simply asked."
Duo looked surprised. "Really?"
"Okay. Heero, where do you keep your gun?"
"Duo, if I told you that, I'd have to kill you."
I did not set out to write a semi-yaoi fic. In fact the original ending of this story was nothing like this. Duo was supposed to turn around and then the following passage appeared:
*Oh,* he thought, just before the bullet passed through his skull. *So _that's_ where Heero keeps the gun!*
But I decided to let him live. :-)
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