Title: Memories
Prompt: #77 – Organize
Genre: fluff (I can hear you all gasping =O)
Warnings: ridiculously tiny spoiler for the series
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 903
Disclaimer:- I don’t own Gundam Wing. I don’t even own the prompts that I’m using to write the fics. I only own a somewhat crappy computer and it’s not worth a lot. I’m not making any profit with my fics. You will have another 93 chances to believe in what I say 8D
Notes:  beta-ed by my darling  lilzazu. Thank you so much Zazu *snugs*

‘Heero, can you remember a single time in our lives when we played tennis?’ Duo asked, voice slightly muffled.  

I pondered the question for a few seconds before answering it. ‘No. Not that I can remember.’

‘Yeah. I don’t remember it either,’ he went on, pulling his head out of the closet and bringing two rackets in one hand. ‘Then why the hell do we have these?’

‘I have no idea,’ I replied, turning my attention back to a box full of Christmas decorations. ‘Apparently, we’ve kept a lot of stuff for no particular reasons. ’

‘Not true, Heero,’ my partner disagreed, throwing the pair of rackets and a case with three tennis balls inside the big plastic bag on the floor. ‘Everything we keep has, or had at some particular moment, a reason to be kept.’

‘Oh really?’ I said sarcastically, swirling a hot pink t-shirt by the collar on one finger and raising an inquisitive eyebrow in his direction.

‘Ok, some of it is just crap.’ He shrugged, turning back to look inside the closet again. ‘What I mean is that some things were kept because they have…memories within them, you know?’ he concluded, throwing a pair of pajamas with polar bears print inside the bag, not even bothering to look at it.

‘I guess so,’ I said distractedly, moving some boxes out of the top of the higher closet.

Most of them didn’t have any labeling and that small detail made the task of organizing and separating garbage from useful even harder.  

Duo interrupted me right in the middle of my sigh of resignation upon finding that the first box had a rather indecent amount of panties inside it - ‘If your colleagues really think that your fiancé will wear those, they’ve got another thing coming, buddy,' he told me at the time, when we got those as engagement present.

‘A-ha!’ he said triumphantly, ‘I think this right here illustrates my point beautifully’.

‘What does?’ I inquired, turning around only to find Duo taking a...strangely familiar outfit out of one of the boxes. ‘Is that...?’ I asked, surprised.

‘Yeah. It’s our school uniforms,’ he said, giving the clothing in his hand a smile that I knew rather well.

‘Why did you keep these?’ I asked, not knowing his reasons for using that smile in that particular situation.

‘Oh, no particular reason,’ he answered, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that I was also very familiar with. His smile grew.

‘Duo...’ I started, not really understanding the reasons for that gleam in his eyes right in the middle of such an unromantic moment.

‘Well,’ he said nonchalantly, picking up the tie of the uniform and getting closer. He placed the tie around my neck and drew the ends together over my throat, right in the place where the bow should be. ‘You looked very hot in this uniform, Heero,’ he whispered in my ear, voice gone rough and slightly lusty.

I felt heat rush to my face and put one hand around his waist. ‘You really think so?’

‘Hmm-hmm.’ And with that, Duo threw his arms around my shoulders, molding his body to mine and getting closer in what would have been a smoking hot kiss...

…if his sudden move hadn’t made me lose balance. As it was, his move resulted in the both of us falling over the unopened boxes on the floor.

One of them opened, its contents spreading over the floor like confetti.

Confetti made with my memories.

‘Heero?’ my partner asked, surprised, moving off of me to sit on the floor and helping me do the same. ‘What is all of this?’ he asked, picking up one of the newspapers cuts delicately from the floor as if he were holding something precious and fragile in his hand.

‘Those are...’ I had to swallow a couple of times before managing the words, ‘newspaper cuts from the war period,’ I explained. ‘At the time I used to keep these anytime I had any access to newspapers because…because…’

My fingers found a cut of an article with Duo’s picture on it. He was being carried by two Oz guards and his face was down and covered in aggression marks. The headline read: ‘Dangerous terrorist captured.’

A hand reached mine and warm fingers closed over my own. I looked up and found my partner’s eyes on me, understanding fairly shining in his expression.

‘I know,’ he said simply, and I was absolutely sure that he really did.

His lips searched mine softly and I let my eyes drop closed. When we separated, Duo gently touched his forehead to mine.

‘Everything we keep has a reason to be kept, remember?’ he whispered.

‘Yes, that’s true,’ I said with a smile. ‘I remember.’

‘And I still remember how delicious you looked in that uniform’, he added, some of the humor from before coming back to his voice.

I couldn’t help the laugher that escaped my lips at that. ‘If my memory serves me right, you also looked very fine in yours.’

‘You really think so?’ he asked amused. ‘Do you think they still fit us?’

‘I highly doubt it’, I replied sincerely, giving him a hungry once over as a means to justify my opinion.

‘Well, I guess I will have to refresh your memory then’, he said, and that smile came back full force to his lips as if it had never left.

I smiled back.

With Duo, even the smallest memories were worth keeping.