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[mini-fics] Trowa & Duo [01--05 / 25]
5 Sentence Fics
[ Trowa & Duo - 01—05 | 06—10 | 11—15 | 16—20 | 21—25 ]

Characters: 01—04: Trowa & Duo. 05: Duo.
Rating: 01—04: G to PG-13 // 05: R
Warnings: Here and there some course language.
Notes: Written for LJ's 5sentence_fics, to Table 4.
Disclaimer: here.


   
01 Life Beyond The Paperwork

Duo’s noisy valediction caused Trowa to frown in annoyance above his stack of yet-to-sign forms. He turned to scowl at the braided concentration-killer and was startled to find him suddenly standing only two feet from his chair.

"Seemed you weren’t aware I was leaving," Duo explained with an apologetic grin, "so I thought I’d tell ya in person it was good to see you again, you know, even if it was from a distance and you’re obviously in a foul mood."

When Trowa’s frustrated look and Duo’s hopeful eyes met, Trowa realised it had indeed been a while since they’d had time to talk, what with his three month away-mission and the ensuing paperwork he was still working his way through.

His near-scowl warmed into a smile when he said, "If you like lasagna, cancel your dinner plans for next Saturday."


   
02 Impulse

Duo considered himself decidedly crazy, having given in to his impulse of picking up Trowa at the circus in one of the classic jeeps left in his care at the garage.
Now, stuck in the middle of nowhere with a fried engine, no cell phone reception, and only a frustratingly small toolbox at his disposal, it was up to Lady Fortuna whether he would ever get the damn car started –or– have to face both his boss’ and Catherine’s ire.

He leaned against the side of the useless old-timer, wiping his brow with the oil-smeared back of his hand.

"Decidedly crazy," he spoke out loud to the fiery red sky, the cloud of gnats wildly dancing just above his head, and the world in general.
"Amazing what a guy’ll do for laughs, for kicks, and to impress a bunch of clowns."


   
03 Off-day

The gentle and sunny weather would not betray just how much this day sucked.

Since Duo was planning to go all-out for tonight’s long-anticipated movie marathon with Trowa, he had abounded in grocery shopping.
Crossing the street, one of his paper grocery bags had ripped; one jar of peppadew-and-cheese snacks and a jug of Bulgarian yoghurt had not survived their fall. Duo’s loud cursing and kicking at the glass shards on the street had gotten him in a fight with a passing jock who seemed all too eager to impress the girl that accompanied him.

Trowa would —no doubt in a suitably good mood— arrive at Duo’s any moment, to be greeted by a black eye, a split lip, and one measly bag of crushed nachos.


   
04 Ranting Over Coffee - 2

"…As if he hadn’t tortured me enough by then, he made me sit through an entire Swan Lake performance, obviously expecting all the while to hear me review that damned scene where the bird kicks the bucket afterwards!"

Trowa raised his coffee cup in order to hide his smile as he watched a frustrated Duo relate ‘the annoying little details’ of his stay with Quatre while he was on L4 for work.

"Hell, I love the guy to death, but he worked me harder in just three days than Une does during a particularly nasty bout of PMS.
"Some vacation that was," he snorted in conclusion.

Finally breaking into laughter, Trowa put his cup down on the saucer before him and responded by shoving the last chocolate chip cookie into Duo’s mouth.


   
05 It’s A Job

"When people ask me what I do for a living, I have to take a deep breath and count to ten. I’m a mechanic — I love wheels and am good at fixing what’s broken, but my job requires a high dose of angelic patience to deal with all kinds of assholes, too.

"For example, there’s those damn cheapskates who’ll buy a car way above their price range to make their greying hair look distinguished, but who refuse to get premium gas to keep the car’s engine from being blown to bits.
Hard to stop myself from groaning in frustration when I have to fix the same damn car of the same damn ‘mid-lifer’ only one fucking month after I made him promise me he’d take better care of his vehicle.

"Seriously, the average customer service desk employee wouldn’t envy me for the sort of people I have to deal with on a daily basis."