Title: RENT (or No Day But Today)
Author: Shanna Seanachai (pulse@freepcmail.com)
Series: GW
Part: 6
Warnings: Yaoi, Lime, allusion to lemon
Disclaimer: GW belongs to Sunrise/Bandai. RENT belongs to the Estate of Jonathan Larson.
Pairings: Duo/Heero, Wufei/Treize

"This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real people (living, dead, or stolen by fairies). or to any real animals, gods, witches, countries and events (magical or otherwise), is just blind luck. Or so we hope."

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He wasn't there.

Duo sat down on Heero's bed, pent up anxiety suddenly breaking loose. Dammit! He didn't know whether he was relieved or angry. He was incredibly nervous about facing Heero, but he'd pepped himself up into doing this. Now he felt like a balloon with all the air forced out of it.

Well, that was certainly short lived.

Wait a minute, he thought. I need to do this! I can't put it off. This is important. Besides...Wufei certainly sounded ... firm.

He got up again. He had to go find him. Where could he be? Heero didn't really have any interests, so...

"Have you seen Heero?" he blurted out to the first person he recognized in the hallway.

The boy blinked. "Heero? Oh, you mean that guy you're always hanging out with? I think I saw him go into the auditorium."

The auditorium? thought Duo bemusedly. "Thanks," he mumbled, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. He flew downstairs, feeling slightly confused.

He jogged down the little flight of steps leading to the suditorium with a good deal of trepidation. Bracing his hands on the metal bar, he pushed the heavy door open and peered in leaning forward to see the whole room.

Sure enough. There was Heero, sitting so far down in an auditorium seat that he was almost lying down. His legs were propped up on the seat before him, and his hands were resting on his stomach. Duo wandered over to him, a bit warily but witha grim determination.

"Hey...Heero..."

Heero craned his head back, his hair falling back from his forehead. Duo felt his breath whoosh from his lungs. It was simple little things like that always made him feel weak. Heero, he's so perfect...

"What is it...?"

"Uh...how you doin'?" Duo put a foot up onto Heero's armrest and climbed over him, plopping into the next seat. His legs crossed over Heero's and that brief contact sent slight shivers up his spine. He carefully extricated himself and moved away slightly. "What you doin' down here?"

"I'm just thinking," Heero murmured.

"Oh," Duo agreed, leaning his head back. "That's always good." He cracked a smile, then frowned as his mind came back to its purpose. Remember why you're down here.

As if in response to his thought, Heero suddenly said, "Why are *you* down here?"

"I came looking for you." Duo sat up and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry - sorry for the way I acted, and everything."

Heero pulled himself up into a proper postion, and watched him carefully as he reached down and snagged his bag from where it had been hidden beneath the seat. Heero's schoolbag was a surprisingly ragged, ancient crumbling backpack. Not *really* surprising, Duo reflected, glancing at the faded canvas and threadbare edges. He probably thinks that since the straps haven't fallen off yet, it's still useful. Heero thinks in wierd ways.

He finished rummaging through the bag and pulled out a copy of the script. "We're down here anyway - do you want to practice?"

Duo blinked. Had he heard what he said? "Heero, I'm...I...sure, alright."

Heero was already climbing up on the stage. He stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at Duo. "Well? Coming or not?"

Duo clambered up on the stage, feeling very strange and uncomfortable in his skin, as though it didn't fit him right. "What scene?"

" ' Another Day' ," Heero replied. He seemed very strange and distant, and suddenly Duo wanted to be away, far away. Wufei

be damned. I want to go!

Heero was advancing on him, and his eyes looked big and cold. Menacing. He was launching right into it, and Duo felt almost ...scared.

"Who do you think you are - Barging in on me and my guitar? Little boy, hey, the door is that way...you better go, you know, the fire's out anyway..."

There was an onimous pause, and Duo felt, to his horrid fascination, the deep urge to cry...ah, dammit. So cold. So...Suddenly he started again His voice was softer, kinder, and had an almost wondering tone. "Take your powder...take your candle...your sweet whisper, I just can't handle...can't take your hair in the moonlight, your brown eyes, goodbye, goodnight..."

The note lingered and then his voice changed once more. Remorseful...anxious. But it still had that strange, quiet wondering tone. "I should tell you - I should tell you. I should tell you - I should - No!

"Another time, another place, our temperature would rise, there'd be a long embrace. We'd do another dance, it'd be another play. Looking for romance? Come back another day...another day..." he gestured to Duo.

Duo felt hot all over. "The heart may freeze, or it can burn, the pain will ease if I can learn. There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as my last..." Duo swallowed hard, felt the heat spread down his neck. He put one hand out towards Heero, wanting so badly to touch him, but so very afraid to dare to. "There's only us, there's only this...forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day...but today." Duo realized with a shock that Heero was smiling at him. He just kind of fazed out in fuzzy warmness as Heero sang his next verse. He only aware of the hum of his voice...then he was suddenly jerked into awareness because they were coming to the cusp of the song, and he had to sing.

"There's only yes, only tonight. We must let go, to know what's right. No other course, no other way..no day but today..."

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Duo: I can't control...

Heero: Control your temper!

Duo: ...my destiny!

Heero: He doesn't see...

Duo: I trust my soul...

Heero: Who says there's a soul?

Duo: My only goal is just to be...

Heero: Just let me be!

Duo: There's only now...

Heero: Who do you think you are...

Duo There's only here...give into love...

Heero: Barging in on me and my guitar?

Duo: Or live in fear...

Heero: Little boy, hey..

Duo: No other path, no other way....

Heero: The door is that way...

Duo: No day but today....

Heero: The fire's out anyway.

Duo: No day but today...

Heero: Take your powder, take your candle!

Duo: No day but today...

Heero: Take your brown eyes, your pretty smile, your silhouette!

Duo: No day but today...

Heero: Another time, another place, another rhyme, a warm embrace...

Duo: No day but today...

Heero: Another dance, another way, another chance, another day....

Duo: No day but today.

--

He was out of breath and tired. And he and Heero had seemed to gravitate towards each other as they had sung. His mouth was tingling from the singing, and he looked at Heero, looked deep into his eyes, and put one hand on the side of Heero's face. It was as warm as his, and the skin was surprisingly soft, and Duo found himself so stupidly stunned over these two simple facts that he did not realize Heero was leaning into him until thier mouths had connected.He made a little surprised grunt against Heero's mouth, and then was so completely taken in by the warmth and soft firm feel of lips against his that surprise was no longer a recognizable feeling. He let the hand that was resting Heero's cheek slide into his hair and pulled him closer. The other arm snaked up Heero's chest and wrapped itself around his neck, tugging himself up higher to meet the kiss even harder. Heero's hands had gripped him by the upper arms and now they slipped around his back to embrace him tightly.

Eventually they had to break the kiss in order to breath. Duo rested his chin against Heero's shoulder. He stared at the curtain that led to the backstage without really seeing it.

"That," he gasped, noting with pleasure that Heero had not loosened his embrace in the slightest, "is *not* in the script."

Duo lifted his head up and smiled brilliantly at him. To his utter amazement, Heero laughed. And then to his great pleasure, he pulled him into another kiss.

--

Wufei rolled over feeling very achey but also very ... good. He didn't know why. He couldn't remember what could have given him this warm, satisfied feeling deep inside. Hell, he couldn't even remember going to bed. He rolled over. In fact...His arm, flung out and expecting to hit the clock on his dresser, instead hit the warm, firm feeling of human flesh.

"Yeesh!" he screamed incoherently, tumbling rather painfully onto the floor.

"Mmm...Angel...?" Treize rolled over and smiled sleepily at the bedraggled and bewildered Chinese boy sitting on the floor, half tangled in the sheets, hands clutching the throw rug on the floor for dear life. "I didn't push you out of the bed, did I? I apologize, but this bed is rather small." He leaned over and began to pull Wufei up.

"Oh, no..." groaned Wufei, stubbornly refusing to move from his huddle on the floor. "Oh, no - we didn't - please tell me we -" He reached back in the deep abscesses of his still sleepy mind. Had they -? Had he -?

He could remember assenting to a practice. Weak, really, but he did need to rehearse, and it was indubitably easier to practice with someone else...anyway. They'd practiced, and it had been fun - yes, surely, a lot of fun - Treize was so subtly and charmingly humorous, quietly murmuring into Wufei's ear, making him laugh, yeah, he'd laughed, face red with embarrassment, his conscious screaming at him, but he'd laughed. And whenever he laughed, Treize would step back a little and watch him with amusement. And they'd gotten more and more intimate as the day wore on, although in a very covert fashion. A sly brushing of hand against hand. A casual circling of the shoulders. They had gotten more and more familiar, until the point upon which Treize had taken Wufei's face into his hands and lightly pressed his lips to his. Wufei, to his utter embarrasment and frustration, melted easily into the older man's arms. And afterwards, he fallen asleep in those arms, without a trace of apprehension or mistrust. Foolish!

Wufei stood up now, pulling himself from Trieze's touch in anger. "Don't...touch...me!" he growled, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes. It had all been a game to Kushrenada, it was written all over his face, in his voice - seduce and conquer the Gundam pilot! At the least to embarrass, at the most to lure...

"How dare you!" Wufei shouted and retrieved Trieze's shirt from the floor and threw it at him. "Get the hell out of here!" He scrubbed a palm over his eyes and tried to keep his voice from shaking. Treize stood up, and Wufei turned his head away in embarrassment as he dressed. "I am sorry, Angel."

"That's not my name. My name is Wufei. And you can keep your goddamn apologies, I don't want them. I just want you to get out of here." Wufei stared steadily at wallpaper above his bed and tried not to see the sorrowful expression on Treize's face. It's not real, he insisted to himself. He has no feeling for me whatsoever.

"Goodbye...Wufei," whispered Treize as he brushed past him and slid out of the room. The sound of the door clicking shut seemed to break open something inside. He wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to comfort. He curled himself up on the bed, and tucked his head down to chest, his shoulders shaking, and quietly and violently cried into the pillow.

--

Trowa dug furtively through his desk, looking for his physics book. Where -

You left in the auditorium.

He sighed slightly and began to head downstairs. He had put the book down while he'd been backstage and hopefully it was still there...hopefully the janitor hadn't gotten there first.

He was halfway down the aisle before actually looked up and saw them. They were sitting on the edge of stage, arms wrapped around each other, so totally engrossed with each other they hadn't noticed him either. He tried to back up quietly and leave - he could get the damn book later - but he stepped on something that made the loud crackly noise of plastic being crushed. Potato chip bag or something. It was *very* loud in the echoey quiet of the auditorium. Duo jumped, visibly startled, and pulled away, looking around like a person unexpectedly awoken from a deep sleep. Heero grabbed him by the arm. Duo saw Trowa standing there and his eyes went very wide, and his cheeks very red.

"I-I'm sorry..." Trowa murmured. "I...I didn't mean to interrupt you."

Duo licked his lips. "I - I have to go. Sorry," he said, looking at Heero out of the corner of his eye. His dropped down fromt he stage and exited, looking very embarrassed.

Heero looked at Trowa. Trowa looked back, feeling kind of sheepish.

"I was just getting - getting my physics book," he tried to explain.

"Excuse me," Heero said, and followed Duo out of the door, looking kind of...kind of...was it...worried?

And then he was the only one in the room.

-end of part 6-