The words were out of Duo’s mouth like an explosion. He gaped, slack-jawed at the boy sitting on the bed in their dormitory room. Granted they weren’t really students there but undercover spies. The mission parameters dictated that they needed to be careful so as not to alert Romefeller spies either, and Duo was all about business (although…St. Gabriel’s cafeteria had the most delicious food he’d ever tasted).
Heero looked at him sullenly from where he was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking very much like a disgruntled kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I said I would kill the target,” he repeated.
“Whoa there, hotshot!” Duo held up a hand, disbelief written all over his face at this revelation. “You actually went–”
“–that you had every intention of eliminating them?”
Maybe he was just going deaf, but he really needed Heero to confirm this fact. AGAIN. “You actually warned your target. Like, legit told your intended target that you were going to kill them.”
Pilot 01 was starting to stare his braid longingly, looking very much like he was tempted to kill Duo this time.
He suddenly felt ancient. Of all the mistakes his comrade could make, it had to be the ultimate one: warning your target that you had them marked for death. “Heero, what the hell?! That was all levels of epic fail! Are you high or something?” Duo groaned aloud and sank to the floor into a full squat, his head hanging down. “I can’t fucking believe you! If Assassination were a class, you would have failed the first day!”
“She was an obstacle to my mission,” came the quiet reply.
Somewhere in his befuddlement, Duo had heard that and he looked up with a start. “Wait–it’s a she?”
Heero nodded again, although he studiously avoided Duo’s gaze this time. And was it his imagination or did the Perfect Soldier look slightly...flushed?
'So that’s what this is,' the braided teen snickered quietly. After months of trying to get his comrade to open up, along came a girl that elicited some very interesting reactions in him. This was so going to be fun.
“She pretty?” Duo’s voice had taken on a teasing edge. “Blonde? Brunette? Redhead?”
Heero shrugged. “She’s decent looking. Her hair’s…” 'like spun gold' “…maybe light brown.”
'Decent looking my ass,' Duo resisted the urge to snort at Heero’s attempts to weasel out of this conversation. But he was tenacious. That was Shinigami’s special talent. “Lemme guess. Blue eyes?”
The blush on Heero’s cheeks was now rivaling the color of a sunset. Relena’s eyes were an interesting, interchangeable shade that he wouldn’t forget any time soon, not especially after he had gotten such a close look at her eyes when he ripped up her party invite. Like the color of the ocean, where the sky met the water’s edge…
“The color of the ocean?” When Duo blurted that out, Heero’s eyes widened and he clapped a hand over his mouth. 'Shit.'
The interesting play of emotions on Heero’s face was enough to send Duo into fits of loud laughter. Oh man, did this girl have her work cut out for her. He could already sympathize with her because Heero had apparently given her a mixed message that trumped ALL mixed messages. Forget about flunking Assassination 101, Heero had flunked Flirtation 101 as well.
Swallowing his mirth, Duo went over to put a sympathetic hand on Heero’s shoulder, even as he was still chuckling. “Yuy, that’s the worst way to tell a girl you think she’s hot. But don’t worry, I got ya covered. So basically, it all starts with attraction…”