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By Hakkyou Kaosu
Authoress: I will be slowly suffocated under these final weeks of work.
Zen: Nah, just brain-dead.
Authoress: >_>U Thank you, that's a much better alternative.
Mouretsu: -_-U you do this on purpose.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters.
SUMMARY: He's not really known for being absent-minded, just tricksy.
You walked quietly down the street, bundled against the cold. The city lights lent a filmy glow to
the street. It had rained earlier today, but now the only sign was the wet ground, gleaming in the
It was pathetic, really. I mean, it was just a birthday…right?
No. It wasn't just a birthday. It was your third year as an official couple; you'd been having
suspicions that he would propose soon. You had never—ever—been so happy in your life.
He had always celebrated every holiday with gusto, and you did mean every holiday. Even ones
you hadn't known existed before.
From sweet and passionate to silly and romantic, from the giant, ridiculously pink bow he had donned
for Valentine's Day (and not much else, really) to the most bizarre Halloween costumes known to the
imagination, Duo Maxwell lived life to the fullest at every opportunity. And he never forgot a
Until now. Until your birthday.
He'd been perfect—maybe that was the problem.
You bit your lip, aching. It was silly to be upset. You were a grown damned woman; there was no need
to sulk and pout and carry on like a child.
But this wasn't like Duo. It wasn't a joke. It wasn't an attempt to surprise you. He hadn't avoided
you, but he hadn't paid any attention either. He could be having an off-day; maybe something at work
yesterday had upset him.
That wasn't true, though. He'd been fine last night, had grinned and regaled you with exploits when
you'd asked about his day. And if someone had called with troubling news, you would have been the
first one he turned to.
You could have understood then. But it didn't happen. No explanation; no rhyme or reason.
And you were tired of moping about it, damn it.
Sticking your chin defiantly into the air, you continued your solitary stroll to the small bar Duo
had jovially announced over the phone that he'd be at until late. He had invited you to join as an
You remembered the conversation, your hopeful, eager smile as he rambled about nothing. You had
thought it a ruse, had thought that he would stop--any minute now--and you would hear that
mischievous grin in his voice as he boisterously sang “Happy Birthday” to you.
And now you were just pissed off.
Heels clicking an irate tattoo against the concrete sidewalk, you marched to the bar. You were
determined to stay angry--no matter how big that braided idiot's puppy-dog-eyes got.
It wasn't even a full minute later before you saw him, lounging casually outside the bar door. He
grinned and waved when he saw you. He looked nervous.
He took you into his arms and kissed you lightly on the cheek; you barely returned the embrace and
ignored the affectionate gesture.
“What's the matter?” he asked. You sent him a quick, scathing glance and then refused to
look at him, choosing a point just over his shoulder instead.
He ducked his head sheepishly, that adorable caught-in-the-cookie-jar smile tugging at his lips.
His smile faded, and he began to look genuinely upset. You clutched at your anger, refusing to just
let it go, especially after you'd spent all day--all day--so stupidly torn up about it.
“Hey,” he said. He looked heartbroken now; it almost made you want to forgive him.
“Look, I'm really sorry. Really, babe, I'm sorry.”
He wrapped an arm around you, snuggling you into his side as he led you to the bar's door. You
wanted to shrug off his arm. How could he?
Heero wouldn't have forgotten, you thought glumly, groping for something, anything to mentally hurl
at him. The perfect soldier never forgot anything. But Duo…was Duo. You felt your shoulders
slump just a bit. And you loved him.
You sighed. Damn heart, you thought. Why did it have to love him so much when you wanted so badly to
be angry with him?
“Listen,” you started softly. “Duo, I--”
You jumped about two feet into the air--or would have, if Duo weren't holding you so closely to him.
Everyone was there at the bar--everyone. Hell, even Wu-Fei was grumpily nursing sake in a
You turned to look at Duo incredulously.
He just grinned shamelessly. “I'm sorry, babe,” he said. “But your favorite
restaurant was booked solid.”
“But honestly,” he whispered after his mouth was free again, “I am sorry
you were so upset, sweetheart.”
You smiled and shook your head, knowing you weak before him and not caring in the slightest.
He grinned and winked. “What do you say we split this party soon so I can make it up to
=====End Birthday Blues=====
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