castleinthemist | 006 | Band of Brothers | Locked to roomates/visitors

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gundam wing: duo maxwell [au1]

006 | Band of Brothers | Locked to roomates/visitors

Rather than juggling three plates full of food as if he were some fancy ass waiter, he cooked the meat given by Haku. He'd cooked it the same way he cooked it before, and corn this time for his bro and hopefully Hermit though he had cooked a fish for that little guy. So everything was in order. He opened up the door and slipped inside, setting the food on his desk. Really he just wanted to spend a day being lazy or having fun, but he also wanted to talk to his bro about something. Important somethings. Hopefully they won't have anotehr misunderstanding like that, but then... Christ.

They were roommates now, so much for that!

"Dinner is served." He said, pulling the forks and knifes from his pockets and offering it to the other.

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"Dinner?" Hermit blinked for a moment and tilted his head. He took the fork and knife and let his nose search out the dinner. Oh, it smelled good. Really good. The feline looked surprised and looked up at Duo.

"How did you get good food?"

Duo took the plate and placed the fish onto it, handing it over to him. He chuckled a bit and took the food he'd cooked for himself and sat on his bed, cutting into the steak.

"Well, I caught your fish. Haku got us some cuts of meat. Figured you'd appreciate that more."

Hermit giggled and nodded. He sat down on the floor and began to look at the utensils and started slicing through the fish.

"I do. It's a lot better than the stuff we normally get."

"Tell me how y'like it. I figure I must be getting pretty good at cookin' camp food." He laughs a bit and cuts into his own meat.

"My double's gonna be our roommate now."

"I will." Hermit was about to take a bite of his fish when he heard that second part and froze. He looked up at Duo and blinked. "Your double?"

"You haven't met him yet?" Duo asked, relaxing in his seat. Hm.

"He's me from three years ago. He's okay, no worries."

"Alright. If you say so..." Hermit took a bite of his fish and let his eyes wonder the room.

"He's my bro. Guess if you keep calling me 'big bro' then that makes him your other big bro. Make sense?" That is, they'll both protect him. No problem.

"So I'll have two big brothers? Okay." The cat smiled and kept eating. He didn't mind that and the more the merrier.

"Can't complain, I see." He said wistfully, taking a bite out of his steak.

"I've never had siblings before. So the more I have, the better I suppose." The cat shrugged and kept eating.

"The fish is good."

Haku had declined the offer of more food, letting Ratchet take care of her for the time being and sleeping once he had her repaired. So it was just the two Duos in their room - well, Duo's new room - with food after they'd been cleaned up and patched up.

Duo was sitting on his claimed bed, drying his loose hair off with a towel his double had given to him. He took the plate with a grateful smile. It looked damn good, and smelled even better.

"Thanks, man..."

"Hey. No problem, pal." He said, crossing his legs setting his plate on his lap and cutting another piece of the steak he'd had, eating some of the corn. It was good, and his second piece yet. Eh, he could use the calories anyway. So he looked his double over, at the tangly mess of his hair.

"I got my old brush in the trunk, y'know." Dunno why he kept it, but it was a good brush either way.

"Yeah? Thanks... I could probably stand to brush it normally for once," he said, tugging the mess back with a hair tie for the moment. He could brush it after food.

"Yeah. You could probably stand for that, like you coulda stood to have that bath." As if he didn't need a bath too! He laughs, knowing he was being a hypocrite. He was just teasing anyway.

He ate his food quietly, focusing more on the taste and wanting to enjoy it first. That was just a bit more important for the moment. Once finished, he set the plate back down on his desk and flopped back on his bed.

"I wanna talk t'you about somethin'. Well, a buncha stuff."

Duo let out a snort and childishly stuck is tongue out at his double before digging in to the food. The taste was amazing after so much crappy gruel, and he ate slowly, savoring the taste.

".. yeah?"

"Wait til you're done eating and promise me you won't get sick over anything I'm gonna say." Duo said, waving a hand at him, giving a genuinely worried look.

It was pretty obvious what he was gonna do, tell him stuff. Tell him some of the stuff he'd been neglecting all of this time.

"Uhh... I'll try..."

That was a hard promise to keep lately, but maybe with something other than the gross food in his stomach he wouldn't be so inclined to lose it.

Well, there was that. Once his double was finished with the food he offered to take the plate and moved it to set on his own. With that, he went into his trunk and rummaged around to the bottom, pulling out the brush he'd spoken of earlier. He handed it to his double and frowned.

"...I kinda owe it to ya to tell you what happened."

"Well... I wouldn't say you 'owe me' anything..." Duo admitted, frowning a bit. He took the brush with a muttered thanks.

"... if you really wanna, though."

"Maybe not owe, but it'll help things. I know Quatre won't talk about it much. And it gets worse cos' now Haku's got one of my memories and so does Heero. Whatever happened the other day they kinda..." He musta heard something about that.

"So yeah." He scratched the back of his scalp, cooting back so he could sit cross legged against the wall on his bed.

He just kinda gave a moment, letting his double occupy himself with his hair or something. Start brushing. He explained what happened after the colony drop, how he met up with G again and they began the upgrade to Deathscythe. Then the year in school he touched on briefly.

"It was me and Wufei on the front lines, Heero and Quatre were nowhere to be found, not in space, not on the comms. Couldn't reach em. Found out later they were both captured. Don't have to tell you much, but Heero was pretty much Dekim's toy soldier. Did whatever they told him to do without question. Quatre was on track to be the same way if he wasn't being Dekim's figure head." He shrugged a little.

"So the doctors pressured Wufei and me to pick up the slack. Look at the big picture. No more civilian nonsense for me, and Wufei was off working trying to help Trieze get the Alliance and OZ forces mobilized. I'm off on my own forever." He trails off there, frowning a bit. Pretty mild so far.

"Haku does?"

Shit. That explained a lot. He hadn't seen the girl in days and the few times he HAD seen her since his own memory hallucinations, she had been even quieter. Which basically meant she was a damn mute, because she couldn't get much quieter than she already was.

Whatever she had seen... it couldn't have been good. Which got him listening all the more intently and silently as he worked the brush through the ends of his hair first.

"Yeah... Heero saw the colony drop, he said. And..." he grits his teeth, folding his arms around his chest.

"Haku saw when I got ambushed by Trowa." He leveled his eyes on his double and almost immediately lowered them. It was, he could hear Trowa yelling at him, laughing. His refusal to give in to Trowa with the blows, but did they ever hurt. And that's why he couldn't talk about it, cause thinkin' about it just made him think about what he had to go through.

He reached back to scratch at the back of his head. "The guy run me over. Beat me stupid while I just egged him on, cos he'd just stolen my gundam, and I was too stubborn to just shut up and take it. So he took a rusty knife and hacked my hair off." His lips were tight when he finished, shaking his head and putting his palm to his forehead. Nng.

It took a second, and not much longer, to remember that the Trowa he was talking about wasn't the same Trowa from his own world. The further he went on, the more he scowled. Jesus. What a fuckhead.

"... can't say I'd be any different... not shuttin' up, I mean."

"Was more like you back then anyway." He conceded, though that was probably redundant to say, they were still so similar but different in the ways that mattered.

"I don't really remember what happened to far after that. Amnesia, concussion. So like... I wasn't even close to coherency for a week or so. Ended up in OZ's clutches. Met Sally Po, Noin, Zechs, Trieze himself." Leaving out surgery, irrelevant details. All that bullshit.

"And I just about gave up. Didn't think there was any way we coulda won. We were down to one gundam and a puny little strike force and I was due to sit on my ass for two months in recovery for this bullshit. So... I dunno." He smirked a little at his lil' bro.

"Y'know that smile you put on, tell everyone it's okay for their own benefit and not yours? Trick yourself into thinking it's true?" He shook his head, a mirthless smile on his face.

"It's just not that easy anymore. I mean... you. You barely crack a smile even now. It's hard for you." Even harder for him. He shrugged and flopped onto his side, rolling onto his back to look at the ceiling, arms behind his head.

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