Duo watched him for awhile, one hand idly rubbing his sore rear beneath his jeans, then scanned the rest of their bedroom, looking for something interesting. There were the comics he'd already read, the music he'd listened to, the handcuffs Heero wasn't willing to wear just at that moment, and the television happened to be broken right then.

Just because he doesn't like watching my Sailor Moon marathons doesn't mean he had to shoot the tv, he grumbled to himself. He stuck his tongue out at Heero's back.

"I can see that," Heero said tonelessly.

Duo's tongue whipped back inside his mouth. Stupid reflective screen, he sighed, flopping back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. "I'm bored..."

Heero didn't answer.

"Heero, I'm bored."

Still no answer.

"Heeeerrrroooooooo..." he whined.

The Japanese boy narrowed his eyes but continued to type. "I'll spank you again," he threatened.

Duo groaned and stopped whining. "Playing 'Annoy Heero' is no fun when you're in a bad mood." He crossed his arms and looked around. "But I'm still bored..."

Two minutes later Duo stormed out of the house, readjusting his pants so they didn't press too tightly against his stinging rear. Heero never held his hand when it came to doling out punishment, and Duo was certain Heero enjoyed spanking him since he did it so darn often.

"Well, now what?" he wondered, looking around. "I wanna do something..."

*****

It was only half an hour later that Heero noticed the first siren. He glanced at the blue and red police lights out of the corner of his eye, but he paid it very little attention. There was work he needed to do. A few minutes later he saw an ambulance race by, lights flashing and siren screaming at his sensitive hearing. Five minutes after that, two fire trucks came by.

All of the swirling colors mixed together to efficiently light up the street, even as the sun started to disappear beneath the horizon. They flashed through the window and made reading the screen difficult, forcing him to strain his eyes. Then he realized something. All of the emergency vehicles were parked next door.

He closed his eyes and groaned to himself. No...maybe it's not him. I should give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he didn't do anything. He wouldn't do anything to draw attention to us.

Someone knocked on the door. With a muted sigh, Heero shut his laptop down and walked to the front of the house, opening up. "Yes?"

Two uniformed officers stood before him. "Mr. Yuy?"

Heero nodded once.

The two cops exchanged a quick look. "Sir, do you mind if we take a look in your backyard? We've had reports of a burglar lurking around the area."

Heero beckoned for them to follow and led them to the backyard, avoiding the kitchen where his homemade bombs filled the sink. That baka better be hiding really well, or else this will be hell to explain to the Preventers.

Fortunately, Duo was nowhere to be seen in the somewhat overgrown yard. Neither of them cared to mow a lawn in a house they would be moving out of soon, so the grass came up to their knees, but it certainly could not hide anyone. The only other option was to hide inside the thick rose bushes, but no one would be that crazy. The policemen sighed and shook their heads.

"Damn...thank you, sir, sorry for bothering you."

Heero took them out the same way. "What happened?"

One of the policemen rolled his eyes. "Your neighbor had a heart attack after seeing someone trying to steal his portable television. And somehow all of his dogs are stuck up in a tree, don't ask me how."

"Sounds like this thief has a sense of humor," the other cop smiled.

Heero frowned as they left, then returned to the backyard. "All right, Duo. Come out. They're gone."

There was a rustle to the right from inside the rose bushes, and then Duo, covered in scratches and with his clothes torn, stumbled out into Heero's waiting arms. "Got a tv," he grinned wearily, holding up the small wrist screen.

"Stole it, you mean," Heero corrected, getting him inside before anyone could see him. "You gave the neighbor a heart attack."

"Serves him right for calling me street trash yesterday," Duo said without remorse. "And for saying boys shouldn't have long hair. Old freak."

"And you put his dogs up in a tree."

Duo giggled as Heero helped him to the bedroom. "Now that took some doing. Five chihuahuas up in a tree without any of them yapping. Firefighters are gonna have a hell of a time getting those little nervous wrecks down. And that old guy thought they were good watchdogs." He put his hand to the back of his head, nursing the top of his braid. "Wish he hadn't yanked my hair when he spotted me, though."

"Did he recognize you?"

Duo shook his head. "Nah, the lights were out." He sighed in relief as he lay down on the bed, head propped up by pillows. "Plus, he was screaming and clutching his chest. I was wondering why he was doing that."

"Duo...why did you want that little thing so bad?"

"'Cause I was bored! There was nothing else to do, and you weren't paying any attention at all to me!"

Heero smirked. The laptop was shut off and he has just about finished all of his work..."You should be careful what you ask for."

"Huh--hey!" Duo yelled as Heero pulled the black jeans down and off, bringing Duo's bare rear up across his lap as he sat down. "No, Heero, not another spanking!"

"Baka, you nearly killed that guy."

"I didn't mean to! Besides, he was mean to me!" Duo squirmed, wriggling his butt around to Heero's delight. "And you shot the old tv!"

"Well, now you have my complete attention," Heero told him. He smacked Duo's rear once, not hard enough to sting but enough so that Duo yelped. And yelped again. And again. "Next time find something less destructive to do."

"Next time don't ignore me when I'm bored!"

Heero shrugged. He couldn't tell Duo he deliberately ignored him so he'd have an excuse to punish Duo later on. And come to think of it, five chihuahuas stuck in a tree was pretty funny.

The End