babygray

An Alphabetized Noisefic: Gundam Wing entry.

Title: Black Eye
Author: babygray
Pairing: Implied 2+everyone else, particularly 2+1 and 2+3,
Warnings: Typos. No beta. Possessive Heero.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: This is the continuation of another noisefic, Boredom. I don't particularly think either story aged well.
Word Count: 400
Summary: The aftermath of a 'tiff'

“Duo hasn’t come down yet,” Quatre said quietly to the other boys in the kitchen.

Heero glared at Trowa from across the table, but the effect was diminished somewhat by the swelling around his right eye. Duo would have told him by now to put some ice on it, but Duo refused to grace them with his presence. “Hn.”

Trowa was almost the spitting image of Heero, complete with glare and black eye. In his hand was an ice pack Quatre was kind enough to give him. “Yeah.”

“Um, Heero?” Quatre hesitated. “Why did you hit Trowa?”

“Hn. He was having sex with MY Duo.” His glare somehow intensified at the word ‘my’.

“First, we were playing Twister,” Trowa countered. “Only a psychopath would think we were doing anything else. Secondly, he’s not yours to begin with.”

Wufei smirked from his post by the kitchen counter. “Well said, Trowa.”

Heero growled. “He IS mine, and none of you can have him! None of you!”

“Please,” Quatre whispered as he rubbed his temples slowly.

“Tell us, Heero,” Trowa continued, “who was it that gave you that black eye?” He gave Heero the faintest little smirk, the cocky bastard.

He glared at Trowa, unable to answer.

Quatre gasped. “Duo hit you?”

“About time, I might add.” Wufei’s voice said more about how much he felt the action was ‘just’ then his words did. “What did he call you? ‘A heartless, flat-assed, inconsiderate little fucker’?”

“More or less,” Trowa seconded. “Right before that right hook.” He looked at Heero straight in the eye. “And I agree with him, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, very,” Wufei chimed in.

Heero got up so fast from the table that the chair he was in fell onto the floor. The only other sound in the house afterwards was that of the front door slamming shut.

Quatre frowned. “Heero’s not happy.”

“He deserved it.” Wufei lifted the chair off from the floor and sat in it. “Who gets Duo, however, is another matter...”

Trowa pulled out a pack of Uno cards from his pocket and began shuffling them on the table. “Winner gets Duo,” he stated dryly.

Quatre smiled. “Really?”

“Good. Deal me in.”

Three sets of eyes turned to watch Duo approach the table. “I’ll play Atalanta just this once, fellows, and that’ll be that.”

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