boys and their toys [INCOMPLETE]

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WHO: Mello and Heero (aka the clones).
WHERE: Mello's shop.
WHEN: Friday, Jan. 9, early afternoon, backdated for greater fail.
WARNINGS: Violence, things going boom, Mello.
SUMMARY: Heero wants some explosives. Mello shows him some explosives. Then things explode. Uh. Whoops.
FORMAT: Whatever, man.

Mello tapped his foot. This had to be a first. He was actually curious about one of his customers. Heero'd left a message on his answering machine about the explosives he'd mentioned a couple days before. The guy obviously had significant talent (even though he hadn't won the contest), so, yeah, Mello was curious. Not to mention the fact that Duo wouldn't quit comparing the two of them. And his sense of humor was twisted enough enough to be fun.

The door was open, as always during store hours, and he was perched on the stool behind the counter, waiting. Just waiting.

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[ooc: Annnnnd now I'm just gonna BS, because apparently handmade explosives can just go off by themselves from time to time.]

Heero crouched besides the boxes and began intently looking them over, studying the make and whether any immediately appeared similar to the ones he preferred to use. The second to last box seemed the most promising, and he carefully pushed the others away to sit down by it. He picked the safest looking one up and scrutinized it, testing how it felt in his hand.

"I like this one," he said to Mello, holding it up where the other could see before putting it back in the box. "Do you have any more like it?" He absently checked in the box again, and it was then that he noticed something blinking.

The smallest explosive in the box was blinking. Heero inhaled sharply before grabbing for the largest bombs, hauling them out and putting them on the floor. He could hear Mello asking what was wrong, and ignored him as the blinking started to increase, setting the last of the large bombs aside and grabbing the small one. He ran to the farthest wall in the store and frantically tried to find a kill switch, dimly aware that there was no way he could figure out Mello's system in time.

It began beeping rapidly, and Heero took that as his cue to drop the thing and throw himself as far away as he could, throwing his arms up in front of his face.

There was a loud boom, and as Heero heard the wall going down he tensed, bracing himself.

[phallboy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: BSING IS GOOD OKAY. also lol open-ended comment is open-ended]

He glanced at the make Heero was holding out and nodded. "Yeah, I've got a couple. They're very handy. I can go get - " He paused. "What is it?"

Then he, too, saw the blinking.

It was ironic, Mello thought later, that he wasn't able to get to the box fast enough. Heero had noticed it first, and he had already jumped into action by the time Mello started making his way over to him.

By the time Heero ran over to the other wall, Mello knew there was no stopping the impending explosion. If he'd had his hands on it from the start, then maybe - but not at this point. He kicked the box of bombs as far away from the other wall as he could, in the hopes of not triggering any more explosions. Bracing himself up against the wall, he covered his face and head, waiting out the echoes of the explosion.

As the dust settled, he pulled his arms down, coughing slightly and looking around. Yeah, he'd need a new wall. Luckily none of the other bombs had gone off. But Heero had to be feeling like crap right now, at the very least.

He picked his way through the pieces of concrete to where he'd been. And then blinked. Heero was . . .

[waywardwing.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Lol Heero's thought processes what.]

Heero had been expecting the worst; even if the bomb hadn't hit him, the rubble would have. He should've had cuts and bruises at the very least.

He had felt the debris hitting him. He had felt it. But as the dust settled and Heero raised his head, he noticed that there was a very small circle of clear area around him--

--and that he was completely fine. He immediately stretched his legs out and checked for open gashes in his jeans; there were several, but the skin underneath remained unbroken. He held out his arms next, but only saw a heavy layer of dust on the now-frayed sleeves. He slowly stood, feeling a slight ache that had probably come from throwing himself onto the floor.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair and trying to dislodge anything there. His mind was going too fast for him, and it was all Heero could do to try and figure out what had just happened. Conversations with Duo and Trowa flashed through his thoughts; things about invisibility and transformation and Wufei's ability to create fire and how the powers--

"Oh," Heero said, everything blurring into one conclusion. He looked at Mello. "We've figured it out."

[phallboy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: awesomeness, clearly. also LOL HOW DOES I TAG THINGS 8D]

Mello let out a slow breath. He was completely unharmed. Even Mello had a couple of cuts, but Heero had nothing. He looked a little stiff as he stood up, maybe, but -

He paused. He knew this. This was good. Heero was invulnerable.

That was sort of fitting.

A slow grin spread across his face. "Yeah," he said. "I guess we have."

[waywardwing.livejournal.com]

[ooc: fff you dork &hearts And also, the smile wasn't enough for me, kay. He's smug.]

Heero felt his own expression briefly slipping into an echoing grin; he was almost pleased. Now there was no chance of being injured if he was careless, or of having to worry about the consequences unless they were life-threatening. Who knew, even then?

Underneath those immediate thoughts were a smugness, fueled by the things he had discovered here; Duo was older. Everyone else knew their powers. He couldn't pass the age difference, but he was certainly on par with them again. He enjoyed the feeling.

He looked down at his sleeves, schooling his face back into its normal blank demeanor. Now he could see that there was faint scorch marks on them; he must have left it longer than he had thought.

"I need to head back," Heero said, suddenly realizing that he had better change his clothes before one of the other pilots saw him. They'd assume the worst--and that Mello might have been involved.

[phallboy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: i can't help it okay D: hf;alksjdf Heero ;A; ♥ oh god also should we set up that bonding over injuries log sometime. backdate it. idk. things.]

Mello had to keep himself from shaking his head. That was something - for Heero to be smiling. He'd only known him for a short while, but he could tell already that it was a feat. He wasn't entirely sure what Heero had to be so smug about - his own reaction when he'd discovered his powers had been one of utter fury at being manipulated on such a basic level by Iron Man. By now, of course, he'd long grown into and learned how to use them, but at that time, he'd been utterly furious.

Still . . . he had to admit, Heero's power was a little more useful than his, especially given how - accident-prone he tended to be. Ah, well. He gave a brief mental shrug. Nothing he could do about it.

Nodding at him, he noted the glance at Heero's shirt and curled his lip. "I'm sure I'll be getting hit sometime later today. Whatever. I'm assuming you'll be back at a later date when you're able to buy something?"

[waywardwing.livejournal.com]

[ooc: We seriously need to. Er, whenever you have the time? I'm sure you're more swamped than I am. I can set it up if you want, too.]

"You'd better hope not," Heero answered, pulling off his jacket. He briefly inspected his shirt, and decided that it looked slightly less worse than his jacket had. "Yes. I'll come back." He glanced at the wall and studied the wreckage before turning to Mello, his expression back to normal. "It's obvious that your bombs work quite well."