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Heero stormed into his apartment, his brow furrowed and fixed into one of the more angered glares in his repetoire. Duo looked up from where he lounged on the couch, reading, and attempted a smile in the face of his lover's apparent rage, then his eyes narrowed on Heero's countenance. The Japanese youth halted his furious trek in front of Duo, and breathed deeply while fisting his hands in order to control himself. Duo stood, his violet gaze going icy cold as he stretched a hand to his lover's cheek, and harshly wiped off a smudge of very pink lipstick. Heero winced, and leaned into Duo's hand, nuzzling the American's palm briefly before looping his arms around his love's waist. Duo smiled faintly, and tugged Heero into a loose embrace, rubbing at the tense muscles of his back. Heero rested his head on Duo's shoulder, and hissed, "I'm going to kill her." Duo arched an eyebrow, unseen, and replied, "Need I ask why?" He drew Heero unresisting down to the couch, and began kneading his lover's shoulders. Heero smirked against the cushions, and answered softly, arching into Duo's touch, "Because she's no longer necessary. Because she keeps trying to kill you, and occaisionally myself as well. Because she's attempted to turn the other pilots against us upon various occaisions. And because I should have killed her a long, long time ago." "Ah. She doesn't even hold a job anymore, does the little princess?" Duo asked, amused as his mind began running through options. A dark chuckle sounded from the former pilot below him, then he snarled, "No...she's been neglecting whatever duty she still has to chase me." Duo smiled, a wicked grin remaining from his days as the pilot of Deathscythe, and he lay alongside the former soldier. "Sou ka...what does Shinigami have planned now?" Heero queried, muffled by the sofa as he turned his head to gaze at his lover. Duo chortled, and kissed him lightly before whispering. Heero grinned.

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Heero and Duo retreated to one of Quatre's mansions, their host almost too eager to aid them as they prepared a room for Duo's plan. Trowa's eyes gleamed with eagerness as he ran supply runs into the nearest city, racing down the lists of items gleefully. Quatre, less suited to the labour that the other couple was putting into creating their masterpiece, instead dealt with removing all legal obstacles to their plan, mostly through Wufei and the Preventers. The Chinese ex-pilot was all too glad to help. Once the creation part of their task was complete, the four pilots present took time to relax, making use of Quatre's luxurious accomdations. Quatre and Trowa locked themselves in the sauna, while Duo dragged Heero down to the swimming pool. Duo unbound his hair from it's braid, and plunged into the warm water as Heero watched, sitting on the side. Duo surfaced, gloriously soaked, and yanked Heero by his ankle into the water. Heero struggled briefly before clawing his way to the surface, and attempting to glare at Duo. Duo laughed. Heero sighed and pulled the American into his arms, leaning against the side of the pool. Duo snuggled lazily as the Japanese pilot stroked his wet hair, combing the chestnut mass over both of them. He grumbled slightly about tangles, then nuzzled Heero's throat. "So, what do we do now?" he murmured. Heero smirked coldly, and replied, "We wait for her."

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Relena came two days later in pursuit of her assumed koibito, whom she found snuggling with Duo in a parlor after having talked her way into the house with the overly helpful servants. She hadn't noticed the anticipatory glances she had been getting since having entered the house. Her eyes were glazed with girlish glee at seeing Heero again, and she smiled rather maniacally at the thought of persuading him to leave Duo and act according to his true feelings for her. She had dressed up for him, a short black skirt and a light pink blouse that se thought enhanced both her bust and her legs. Her deluded daydream imploded at the sight of Heero holding Duo lovingly in his arms, both only beginning to stir at the sound of her entrance. Both wore blue jeans, but Heero wore a customary tank top, although black by Duo's encouragement, and Duo wore a black oxford tucked in. "Oh gods, the harpy has arrived," Duo groaned, and Heero glared at her. She promptly chose to ignore Duo's presence, and smiled widely at Heero, her intended effect of a loving look spoiled by the pathetic hope gleaming in her eyes. Heero rolled his eyes, and sat up, Duo smirking at him. "Heero!" Relena squealed, launching herself at the Japanese youth. His eyes widened in learned terror, gleaned from many awful encounters with the girl in the past. Duo intercepted her, however, and Heero came back to full awareness. Duo wrestled her to the ground, pinning her startled form beneath his own, and Heero drew out a hypodermic from a small box nearby. Relena's blue eyes watched, shocked and beginning to taste fear, then Duo grabbed her hair, and slammed her cheeckbone against the floor. She began sputtering protest, but Heero was faster, and knelt to where Duo held her head immobile, jabbing the needle roughly into her flesh, and emptying the contents into her. She flailed weakly, but Duo grinned and smashed her face into the floor again as her stilled, her eyes open but her body paralysed. Duo released her, and she lay limp on the elegant tiles of the room, blood seeping slightly from her lip. Heero gazed at her, and Duo rubbed his back, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek as the Japanese ex-pilot recovered from his reflex of running from the girl. Heero drew in a shuddering breath, and smiled gratefully at the Duo, unnaturally silent as he surveyed the limp form of the Sanq Princess. Duo grinned suddenly, a malevolent glint lighting up his violet gaze, and a darkness shadowing his face as if approaching a battle once more. "C'mon, Shinigami," Heero teased him lightly, picking the girl up and slinging her over his shoulder. The braided youth nodded silently, smirking at his lover, and they left the room to begin.

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