First on the Job

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First on the Job

This is my one and probably only 1X2 fic. It's supposed to be with the works, but the thing is: I haven't really worked on it at all. This was originally a response to a 1X2 shonen ai fic challenge, but I'm so pathetic that I never had the heart to finish it. If you want to, read this and send me some of your ideas for the fic and maybe I'll incorporate them. It would be greatly appreciated.

BACK TO MAIN

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Disclaimer: I owe nothing. I'm just trying to come up with this piece of crap to please my

superiors, being those fic writers who gave me the offer of composing a fic. Don't sue, I will

just laugh.

Warning: This is the first time I've ever written a 1X2 fic, so pray for your sanity when you

read this. I have absolutely NO experience writing a yaoi fic, so tell me if it sucks, which I

know it will eventually. No warnings yet other than yaoi, but some will appear soon, be patient.

Here goes!

First on the Job

composed (I don't know why) by Sphynx-chan ^_~

The screen of Heero's laptop flashed, he snapped it shut and averted his eyes.

The spiky-haired youth tried his best to ignore the mission; which was unusual in his case.

But, like always, his training took over his comprehension and he accepted it without

hesitation. Those two words escaped his lips in barely a whisper, yet they echoed in his brain

like a death wish.

"Mission, accepted." he sighed softly and shut down his laptop, wanting to look at

something different for a while.

It wasn't the hardest mission he had ever recieved. In fact, it was rather routine, in

Heero's case. But the thing that bothered him, the only thing that always bothered him, was

who he was assigned to work with. Duo was to be his partner in this mission, that talkative,

bouncing American ball of energy, the person whom he had felt something in his heart previously,

during the wars. But then he reminded himself that a souless killing-machine has nothing like

a heart, much less feelings. But still, that braided baka was the one person he was the most

uncomfortable around, maybe even afraid of. Sure, his worst nightmare was probably Relena

Peacecraft, yet there was something about Duo that he didn't, couldn't understand.

The Japanese pilot sighed and packed his things, preparing for the mission at hand.

Simple, yet frustrating, this mission was supposed to be a snap, he would have it done in no

time. He left his room silently and headed off for the high school to enroll, the process

painfully familiar to him already.

**********

Duo Maxwell blinked a few times, clearing his vision. He knew he was dreaming, but the

braided pilot could've sworn that he saw Heero enter the lunchroom. Impossible, he assured

himself, Spandex-boy couldn't possibly be anywhere near him, now that he had nothing to do with

him anymore. Yet somewhere, deep in his heart, he knew that he wasn't seeing things, that Heero

actually was here. A sigh escaped his pursed lips, he felt a headache overcoming his senses.

He forced a smile to his face and stood up, waving to the stoic pilot.

"Oi, Heero! Over here, bud!" he shouted, knowing that the Japanese youth had tried to

avoid him as much as possible, like the old days. The other boy glared at him like Duo

remembered him always glaring, and approached the table he was sitting at, seating himself

without so much as a word.

"Hey, man! What're ya doin' here, of all places?" Duo piped up, recieving none other

than another death glare from the spiky-haired boy sitting opposite him.

After a few minutes of painful silence, he was met with icy prussian blue eyes, eyes that looked everything but pleased to see him again. Duo sighed heavily, returning his attention to his food, along with anything else that wouldn't get him throttled by the Japanese pilot sitting stiffly next to him.

"You just don't give up, do you?" were the words that drifted towards the braided pilot's ears. Duo froze, his slice of pizza held in midair; he turned his head slowly to be met with those same cold blue eyes and the age-old death glare. The braided boy shrugged and turned back towards his food, concentrating on finishing the meal. This was the one time that eating was hard for him. He, the one who probably held a record for the most food eaten in the least amount of time, was having trouble swallowing the food, along with a few other things.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Heero. I haven't done anything yet, and I don't intend on doing anything anytime soon. It's only a mission, you know." the braided pilot whispered, making sure that no one unwanted was listening in on their converstaion. Unbeknownst to him, the stoic pilot next to him had unconsciously shivered, his prussian blue eyes closing. "Of course, it's only a mission." Heero replied silently to Duo's remark, glaring at his tray of food.

FLASHBACK---

It was just another mission for the Perfect Soldier, and he intended to complete it with time to spare. Heero Yuy was recently assigned to infiltrate Romafellor's most top secret and most heavily guarded headquarters, where Treize Khushrenada himself resided most of the time. The Japanese was completely focused on the bombs that he was setting up, but an extremely annoying sound kept invading his concentration. He turned furious eyes toward the boucing bundle of energy, who had been conveniently assigned to the same mission as he. Heero shook his head, intent on finishing his task with minimal distractions. But that intention was completely short-lived, due to the fact that at that moment, Duo Maxwell was bolting in his direction. The braided baka never did have good coordination, and that fact proved true as the American suddenly lost control of where he was running and slid into a not very happy Gundam pilot.

"Oops! Sorry about that, Heero. Guess I forgot to stop myself. You're okay, right?" Duo said innocently, not quite yet realizing that they were both lying on the floor, the braided pilot ironically sprawled on top of his companion. Heero fixed the other pilot with one of his famous death glares, disbelieving of the baka's klutziness. Duo kept on babbling nonchalantly, perfectly comfortable with his current position. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was lying on top of Heero, and he jumped up quickly, blushing like mad.

"I-I'm sorry, Heero. I didn't realize I was...sorry about that." Duo apologized, keeping his distance from the Perfect Soldier now. Heero brushed himself off and returned to the last bomb to be installed. His work was finished in mere seconds, and with that they were heading towards the data conservation office. Amid Duo's chattering, Heero had a feeling that something was not right with the mission. He glanced in every direction, sure of himself that he had a foreboding sensation. Duo didn't seem to notice his partner's distraction, he kept walking and talking, as he always did.


	The Anime Nirvana \| home First on the Job This is my one and probably only 1X2 fic. It's supposed to be with the works, but the thing is: I haven't really worked on it at all. This was originally a response to a 1X2 shonen ai fic challenge, but I'm so pathetic that I never had the heart to finish it. If you want to, read this and send me some of your ideas for the fic and maybe I'll incorporate them. It would be greatly appreciated. BACK TO MAIN ******************************************************************* Disclaimer: I owe nothing. I'm just trying to come up with this piece of crap to please my superiors, being those fic writers who gave me the offer of composing a fic. Don't sue, I will just laugh. Warning: This is the first time I've ever written a 1X2 fic, so pray for your sanity when you read this. I have absolutely NO experience writing a yaoi fic, so tell me if it sucks, which I know it will eventually. No warnings yet other than yaoi, but some will appear soon, be patient. Here goes! First on the Job composed (I don't know why) by Sphynx-chan ^_~ The screen of Heero's laptop flashed, he snapped it shut and averted his eyes. The spiky-haired youth tried his best to ignore the mission; which was unusual in his case. But, like always, his training took over his comprehension and he accepted it without hesitation. Those two words escaped his lips in barely a whisper, yet they echoed in his brain like a death wish. "Mission, accepted." he sighed softly and shut down his laptop, wanting to look at something different for a while. It wasn't the hardest mission he had ever recieved. In fact, it was rather routine, in Heero's case. But the thing that bothered him, the only thing that always bothered him, was who he was assigned to work with. Duo was to be his partner in this mission, that talkative, bouncing American ball of energy, the person whom he had felt something in his heart previously, during the wars. But then he reminded himself that a souless killing-machine has nothing like a heart, much less feelings. But still, that braided baka was the one person he was the most uncomfortable around, maybe even afraid of. Sure, his worst nightmare was probably Relena Peacecraft, yet there was something about Duo that he didn't, couldn't understand. The Japanese pilot sighed and packed his things, preparing for the mission at hand. Simple, yet frustrating, this mission was supposed to be a snap, he would have it done in no time. He left his room silently and headed off for the high school to enroll, the process painfully familiar to him already. ******** Duo Maxwell blinked a few times, clearing his vision. He knew he was dreaming, but the braided pilot could've sworn that he saw Heero enter the lunchroom. Impossible, he assured himself, Spandex-boy couldn't possibly be anywhere near him, now that he had nothing to do with him anymore. Yet somewhere, deep in his heart, he knew that he wasn't seeing things, that Heero actually was here. A sigh escaped his pursed lips, he felt a headache overcoming his senses. He forced a smile to his face and stood up, waving to the stoic pilot. "Oi, Heero! Over here, bud!" he shouted, knowing that the Japanese youth had tried to avoid him as much as possible, like the old days. The other boy glared at him like Duo remembered him always glaring, and approached the table he was sitting at, seating himself without so much as a word. "Hey, man! What're ya doin' here, of all places?" Duo piped up, recieving none other than another death glare from the spiky-haired boy sitting opposite him. After a few minutes of painful silence, he was met with icy prussian blue eyes, eyes that looked everything but pleased to see him again. Duo sighed heavily, returning his attention to his food, along with anything else that wouldn't get him throttled by the Japanese pilot sitting stiffly next to him. "You just don't give up, do you?" were the words that drifted towards the braided pilot's ears. Duo froze, his slice of pizza held in midair; he turned his head slowly to be met with those same cold blue eyes and the age-old death glare. The braided boy shrugged and turned back towards his food, concentrating on finishing the meal. This was the one time that eating was hard for him. He, the one who probably held a record for the most food eaten in the least amount of time, was having trouble swallowing the food, along with a few other things. "I don't know what you're talking about, Heero. I haven't done anything yet, and I don't intend on doing anything anytime soon. It's only a mission, you know." the braided pilot whispered, making sure that no one unwanted was listening in on their converstaion. Unbeknownst to him, the stoic pilot next to him had unconsciously shivered, his prussian blue eyes closing. "Of course, it's only a mission." Heero replied silently to Duo's remark, glaring at his tray of food. FLASHBACK--- It was just another mission for the Perfect Soldier, and he intended to complete it with time to spare. Heero Yuy was recently assigned to infiltrate Romafellor's most top secret and most heavily guarded headquarters, where Treize Khushrenada himself resided most of the time. The Japanese was completely focused on the bombs that he was setting up, but an extremely annoying sound kept invading his concentration. He turned furious eyes toward the boucing bundle of energy, who had been conveniently assigned to the same mission as he. Heero shook his head, intent on finishing his task with minimal distractions. But that intention was completely short-lived, due to the fact that at that moment, Duo Maxwell was bolting in his direction. The braided baka never did have good coordination, and that fact proved true as the American suddenly lost control of where he was running and slid into a not very happy Gundam pilot. "Oops! Sorry about that, Heero. Guess I forgot to stop myself. You're okay, right?" Duo said innocently, not quite yet realizing that they were both lying on the floor, the braided pilot ironically sprawled on top of his companion. Heero fixed the other pilot with one of his famous death glares, disbelieving of the baka's klutziness. Duo kept on babbling nonchalantly, perfectly comfortable with his current position. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was lying on top of Heero, and he jumped up quickly, blushing like mad. "I-I'm sorry, Heero. I didn't realize I was...sorry about that." Duo apologized, keeping his distance from the Perfect Soldier now. Heero brushed himself off and returned to the last bomb to be installed. His work was finished in mere seconds, and with that they were heading towards the data conservation office. Amid Duo's chattering, Heero had a feeling that something was not right with the mission. He glanced in every direction, sure of himself that he had a foreboding sensation. Duo didn't seem to notice his partner's distraction, he kept walking and talking, as he always did.