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"Double Page Spread"Written By: Mookie
Disclaimer: I don't really need to be Captain Obvious here, do I? No ownership, no money being made. Written for fun, not profit. Characters/pairing: Heero/Duo Rating: PG Warnings: shonen ai, mildly sappy, unbeta'ed,
kinda odd Category: Guns or Roses for 200 points (Empty
magazine).
Heero excused himself and left his guest alone in the
living room. It gave Duo the chance to better take in the furnishings
of the room. It was an eclectic mix. An overturned crate served as
a coffee table. A round, glass end table was next to Duo’s chair
and a floor lamp was behind him, bent low enough to scorch the top
of his head if he turned it on. The chair Heero had occupied was a
glider with a mismatched ottoman – a cacophony of color that
stood out in the middle of a room with a predominant theme of browns
and greens. Duo’s eyes fell on the stack of magazines on the
makeshift coffee table and he picked up the top one before settling
back into the recliner. It was a plush affair that had surprised him
the moment he’d laid eyes on it as much as the lack of a sofa
had, but not as much as the day he’d received the letter sized
envelope in the mail. No return address on the exterior, but the inside
had contained that information along with a terse invitation to Heero’s
new residence. He shook his head at the magazine's title, a rather
risqué play on words, and flipped through it idly, past articles
rating various handguns’ marksmanship abilities and a timeline
of weapons from musket rifles to lasers. He reached a page where the corner was bent over. When
he straightened it, he noticed the irregular shape, as if a small
triangle had been stuck to it. He’d never figured out how those
odd little page abnormalities occurred. He flicked at it with his
fingers, noticing a sliver of white appear along the edge. Intrigued, he rubbed the triangle between his thumb
and forefinger. With a bit of work, the two pages separated, and he
carefully peeled them apart. It was almost disappointing to see the double page spread
in nothing but stark white. It looked so out of place in the middle
of all the full color photos. Duo peered around the corner. There was no sign of Heero yet. He picked up the ballpoint pen lying next to a dog-eared crossword puzzle book and got to work. Heero had been pleased when Duo agreed to ordering something
from a small local restaurant that offered delivery for a modest price.
He knew it wasn’t his fault when Duo dropped a bit of spaghetti
on his shirt, but he felt responsible nonetheless. Logic had nothing
to do it. He watched Duo’s retreating back as he walked to
the bathroom to daub some cold water on the stain and then set his
plate on the coffee table to wait for his guest to return. That’s when he noticed the corner of the magazine
brushing against his fork. He picked up the glossy magazine, curious why he’d
never noticed it before. He sucked in his breath when he saw the blank
page, and facing that, a crude hand drawn sketch. A boxy shaped sofa with a lone faceless figure on it,
sitting with one arm along the back of the couch. The presence of
a braid with an unnatural kink in it left no question who it was supposed
to represent. When Duo returned, brushing at the wet spot on his shirt
and joking about his clumsiness, he stopped dead in his tracks. Heero
was holding the magazine, the pages flipped open to a picture he’d
counted on Heero finding only after he’d gone home. Feeling his cheeks heat slightly, his gaze dropped to
the sketch and then back up to Heero’s face. The magazine that had been quivering in Heero’s
hand fell to the floor when Duo put his fingers under Heero’s
chin and lifted it up for a kiss. The sketch wrinkled as it hit the floor. Next to the
braided figure, a second faceless figure now sat, its back against
the outstretched arm. That wasn’t the only thing that had been
added. Both of them were smiling. Duo deepened their kiss. There would be time enough for that later. Right now their lips had far more pressing matters to tend to. ~ * ~
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