May 13, 196 AC



(Sidefic series for the Death and the Dragon Arc)

By: Mel and Christy
Warnings: Humour


Duo stepped out of the bathroom with one towel wrapped around his waist and rubbing his hair vigorously with a second, and walked into the small bedroom. Mozart's Requiem Mass was playing, louder than normal since he was alone in the safehouse at the moment, and the unbraided teen joined in, a small smile quirking his lips. Duo was a classical music nut. It wasn't something he broadcast, since it didn't really fit the image he portrayed. Most people saw him and expected his tastes to run to dance music or loud hard rock... or even techno. He truly enjoyed all music, but during his short time with Sister Helen and Father Maxwell, they had instilled in him a deep love of the concertos, chorales, contatas and fugues of the late Baroque through the Romantic periods, especially the various 'Masses' by Mozart and Handel, and Beethoven's symphonies.

'Dies irae, dies illa
solvet saeclum in favilla,
teste David cum Sibylla.

Quantus tremor est futurus,
quando judex est venturus,
cuncta stricte discussurus.

Dies irae...

Quatre and Heero knew of Duo's 'secret', though the braided pilot assumed Trowa did too, since Quatre kept virtually nothing from him. Quatre had found out very early on when one of his Bach recordings went missing. The poor blond spent three days searching the safehouse they were sharing, finally giving up and going into town to purchase a new one. Returning a few hours later, he walked in the front door to the strains of the missing cd and the sight of Duo sitting in a window seat, staring out the glass, swaying and nodding to the lilting harpsichord tones of Invention No. 8 in F Major.

Heero found out in a less shocking way. He had walked into their shared bedroom late after a mission to find Duo sound asleep, Mozart's 'Eine Kleine Nacht Music' playing softly on his stereo. The next day, he had come right out and asked his partner about it. Placing breakfast on the table, Duo sat and fully explained his 'secret' passion, thus introducing Heero to the fantastical world of classical music, and creating another fan.

Duo was jerked from his reverie when the music abruptly cut off and his laptop beeped, signalling an email had come in.


SENT: 15:36 May 13, 196AC

---message begins---

Dammit Duo!

I thought you said you wouldn't borrow my disks without telling me?! Trowa and I wanted to spend a quiet evening listening to music, and guess what? What Trowa wants to listen to IS NOT HERE! Where is my Scarlatti Sonatas for Harpsichord? And my Corelli Sonatas? Pachelbel's Organ Music? I know you already have Mozart's Quartets for Flute and Strings, since I made you the copy, why borrow mine? Did yours get lost or ruined?

All in all, of the six disks Trowa wants to listen to, we have one. ONE! You know I don't mind you borrowing my music when you don't have a copy. You know I'm more than happy to make you those copies. But could you at least tell me before you pinch them?! Trowa will be back from his mission in an hour, so I don't even have time to go and buy new ones! So much for our 'nice, quiet, romantic evening'. You know Trowa never states a preference to what music we listen to. The one time he does... I DON'T HAVE IT!

You owe me big, Duo, very big. Next time tell me first!


P.S. How did your mission go?

---message ends---


* * * * *

Duo's eyes widened as he read through Quatre's tirade, then confusion set in. *But I didn't borrow those disks... and my Mozart Quartets is just fine...*


SENT: 17:48 May 13, 196AC

---message begins---

Whoa, Q...

Calm down, man...

I didn't borrow any of those! The last thing I borrowed was Mendelssohn's Midsummer Night's Dream... and I already gave that back, after making my own copy. Besides, I just picked up my own Scarlatti last week, when I stopped over in London.

You know I *do* tell you when I borrow things. Especially since you had such a fit when I borrowed the Zelenka and took it on that mission where it got trashed. Believe me, I learned my lesson.

Maybe you left them at the last safe house? You've done that before, remember that blue wool pullover? If not, then I don't have a clue what happened to them. If you want, I can upload the Scarlatti to your computer... and I may be able to find a couple of the others online quick. It's not the same as playing them on your stereo, but it's better than nothing, right? Let me know.

The mission went fine. No injuries, no delays, it went off like clockwork.


P.S. Say hi to Tro for me.

---message ends---


* * * * *

Duo reset his music, sat back and finished drying his hair. He was finally relaxing from his surprise at Quatre's message whent he front door opened. Cursing, he grabbed his gun, but relaxed a moment later when he heard Heero call out, "It's me."

"Hey, Heero," the unbraided teen said, putting down the towel and walking out to the lounge, brush in hand. "Have you, by any chance, seen some of Q-bean's disks? He's missing a Scarlatti, a Corelli, a--"

He stopped short as Heero pulled the missing disks out of his duffel, a sheepish look on his face. "I thought they'd be good to listen to on my mission," he mumbled.

"Oh, man..." Duo snickered, eyes shining. "Not only have I turned you into a classical music fan, I've also turned you into a thief! This day is getting better and better! Just do me a favour... next time, warn Q that you're 'borrowing' them. I just got what counts for an ass-chewing, coming from Mr Blond and Polite. He is NOT happy, you know, and thought I pinched them."

"Hn. I'll explain it to him," the Japanese pilot said apologetically, for him.



















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