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Happy Halloween!
1x2 drabble
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Why is this my job?" Quatre Winner demanded.
Heero pushed him towards the closed bedroom door anxiously. "Because, you've said it yourself, I have the sensitivity of a buster rifle when it comes to 'moods' and 'feelings'. Duo is in a mood, and I don't know why. All I know is that he said, "Those *expletive* spoiled kids, can go beg somewhere else."
Quatre scowled at Heero as he planted his feet and stopped moving forward. "Is this about Halloween?"
"I don't know. Maybe. While we were at the grocery store, I asked, 'Should we get a few bags of candy for the kids for Halloween? Everyone seems to be celebrating it in our neighborhood.' That's when he gave his reply. Some of our neighbors were there. I don't think they'll be inviting us over again, any time soon."
"And you mentioned this?" Quatre sighed.
"I do enjoy having beer and barbecue with the Randalls..." Heero admitted with a pained expression.
"And that's when he barricaded himself in the bedroom?" Quatre guessed.
"Yes," Heero replied.
"You really are about as sensitive as a chunk of Gundanium," Quatre growled. "And now I'm supposed to fix this?"
"Yes," Heero replied and then added, "Please?"
"No," Quatre told him firmly.
"No?" Heero echoed in disappointment.
"No," Quatre repeated. "I'm going to make you a few notes for a cheat sheet, and then you are going in there and handling this yourself."
"He is armed," Heero pointed out nervously.
Quatre snorted as he scribbled notes and then handed them to Heero. "As if he would ever hurt you. Get in there, coward."
Heero looked over his notes, swallowed hard, and then nodded. "Roger."
Quatre sighed. "Heero, he's the love of your life. He's hurting. Ask why and listen."
Heero checked his watch.
"What, now?" Quatre wanted to know irritably.
"The game is on soon..." Heero replied. "Think I can wrap this up in fifteen-"
"I should hope that Duo is more important than a televised sporting event, Heero!" Quatre snarled.
Heero looked chagrined. "He is, but if we could wrap it up in fifteen minutes... I'm just saying..."
Quatre threw up his hands. "I'm done! For both your sakes, Heero. Figure it out!" He left, slamming the door behind him.
Heero approached the bedroom door and cautiously knocked. "Duo? Love? Can I come in? I want to know what's wrong."
Duo pushed the dresser away from the door with a loud scraping noise and flung the door open. He sat on the edge of their bed, then, head hanging.
Heero cautiously sat down and looked at his notes. He folded them up with a grimace. "I can't say any of this," he admitted. "I can only talk to you straight, Duo. What is so wrong with Halloween?"
"I begged for food, Heero, when I was a kid," Duo told him softly. "I watched kids with me starve to death, because nobody wold give us anything. It just... pisses me off... you know? These kids come to the door, begging, and they get everything they want. People are happy to give it. Where was that when I was growing up?"
"They aren't begging," Heero corrected as he put an arm around Duo. "It's a game. They pretend to be scary monsters and we give them candy as a bribe to go away and leave us alive."
Duo was silent, his eyes on the floor, and then he looked sideways at Heero. "No shit? We're trying to buy off murderers?"
Heero snickered. "Yeah, I guess we are."
Duo grunted. "Well, when you put it that way... Has the ballgame started yet?"
"Ten minutes," Heero told him with relief.
"I'll get the snacks, while you get it on the right channel," Duo said as he stood up anxiously.
Heero caught his arm and pulled him in for a kiss. "You know you can always... talk to me... tell me how you're feeling, right?"
"Yeah, I know, but sometimes I just have to stew in my own juices. Shit hurts that you can't fix. Just be there when I'm done stewing. That's good enough," Duo told him.
"Okay, I think I can manage that," Heero chuckled. "So, should I just turn out the porch light? Then we won't get any kids."
Duo thought about it and then shrugged, "No, leave it on."
"We don't have anything to give them," Heero reminded him.
"Yeah, we do," Duo said as he headed for the kitchen. "Relena gave us that big container of weird wrapped chocolate something or others."
"That was for Easter," Heero said with a grimace. "They're old."
"They also taste like chocolate covered cardboard," Duo remembered. "That's why we didn't eat them."
"Biscotti, I think they're called," Heero told him. "I almost chipped a tooth on one."
"Who gives crap you can't eat?" Duo wondered sourly, but then shrugged "Perfect food to get rid of little murderering monsters, though. They'll be happy all the way back to their homes and leave us alone."
Heero sighed as he turned the television to the game. "I really don't think we'll be invited to barbecues any time soon."
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