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Title:
Captured in Charcoal (Part
3)
Author: Koko Kitty ([email protected])
Archive: (See bottom of fic)
Otherwise, ask and you shall most likely receive. ^^
Category: AU
Pairings: 1+2+1
Rating: Hmm� prolly not much of a
rating yet, but eventual lemon planned.
Warnings: Shonen-ai, PWP? OOC, AU,
eventual lemon, the 'F' word.
Feedback: Makes the author's world
go round. ^___^
Captured
in Charcoal (Part 3)
A
GW fanfic by Koko Kitty
Heero
whipped round, having not even known that anyone had come into the room. /Fuck!
That voice�/ He unconsciously held his breath as he turned.
It was him�
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He
blinked stupidly at the gorgeous boy in front of him, not knowing what the hell
to say. He thanked whichever God it
was that temporarily gave him his voice back.
"I�
I'm Heero."
A
warm, dazzling smile was given in return. "Nice to meet you!"
Heero
smiled nervously, "Likewise."
His
eyes flickered away from Duo briefly. He felt as though looking at Duo too much would make his
insides churn harder than they already were.
He felt uncomfortable. He
caught the glance that Duo threw to his space in the drawing studio.
"Your
work's amazing y'know."
Heero
bowed his head slightly, looking down at the floor and smiling awkwardly.
"Thank you�"
Duo
smiled at brilliantly at him again. /God�that
smile�/ Heero swore his heart
missed a beat as Duo moved to lean against the wall beside him.
He was so close� The Japanese boy slyly chanced a look at him.
Duo seemed to be wistfully looking at the room, a slight smile playing on
his soft looking lips. Since he
didn't seem to notice, Heero took the chance to look.
The
lights above him lit up his hair, teasing Heero by looking incredibly soft and
silky. His charcoal-dirtied fingers
itched to reach out and secretly touch it to confirm its appearance.
Soft tendrils of hair framed the handsome face in which was a set of
twinkling violet blue eyes. His
eyes were large and clear, glittering with friendship and playfulness, bringing
out the smile that often graced Duo's face.
Heero's
devouring gaze trailed away reluctantly to take in Duo's body.
Clothed handsomely in comfy blue jeans and a soft, warm and dark jumper,
he looked � gorgeous. Cosy and
relaxed. He glanced down at himself, feeling a hint of self-consciousness twinge
inside him. He wondered how nice it
would feel to be held against the soft fabric covering Duo's lithe, firm torso.
He tore his eyes away sadly. /I
wish�/
Heero
sighed silently. He thought to
himself, him and Duo both leaning against the wall in comfortable silence.
Catching movement in the corner of his eye, he glanced down and saw Duo
playing with a lock of hair, swirling it round and round.
His blue eyes watched as the soft section of hair looped over the long
fingers, over and over in rhythmic motion.
A
gentle <click> and the spell was broken.
They both turned to look at the door where one of the tutors had entered.
The teacher smiled encouragingly at them both before tipping his head up
to Duo.
"Hey,
break's nearly over. You better get
ready."
"Ok."
And
with that, Duo pushed himself from the wall, casually strolling over to get
changed. Heero felt bereft all of a
sudden. He watched until Duo
disappeared into the other room before he moved to sit where he was seated this
week. He picked up a piece of
willow charcoal, pushing and driving it into the wooden seat he was straddled on
[1]. The stick broke under the
pressure of his fingers, crumbling and breaking into tiny fragments that
darkened his fingers further. He
looked at his piece of paper, a mostly done drawing of Duo.
It didn't seem satisfactory any more.
It didn't do justice to the real thing.
He had the urge to streak it with his dark and dusty fingers, repressing
the urge when the rest of the class slouched and marched back into the class.
"OK!
Now that everyone's back, we'll crack on!
When you�re ready!"
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He
mooched to the bus stop, the cold biting wind playing havoc with his jacket and
his hair. He gritted his teeth as
the wind threw his portfolio all over the place, bearing it till he reached his
destination. Huddling against a
wall he placed his portfolio down and waiting for the bus.
Heero
thought back to the class today. Although
being so close to Duo had made him feel on the spot and awkward, he couldn't
deny how wonderful it had been to be near him.
But he felt inadequate. Why
hadn't he struck up conversation or something?
Do something to show he wasn't a boring, dull person?
He sulked. /I totally
screwed up. / Why was this so hard?
Heero stopped himself.
He was speaking as though he actually had a chance
with Duo! As though the happy,
cheerful and friendly beauty would actually be interested in a sulky, quiet
person like him.
He
looked down at himself. The pads of
his fingers were slightly roughened. The
hair that blew in his eyes was messy, and untamed.
He didn't possess the same light that Duo did.
He barely spoke to anyone, not knowing what to say.
The melancholy wouldn't leave him, and he felt completative until the bus
came. He climbed on, slouching down in a seat and staring out at
the pitch-dark night until he got home. When
he got there, he wearily opened the door, dropping his portfolio and rucksack
before stumbling into his room and falling onto his bed.
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TBC
~KK
30/04/2002
[1]
I think our teacher said they were called donkeys�. 0_o.
They're wooden benches that you straddle, and they have a section at the
front that lifts up and that you rest a board against.
The tilt of the board can be altered, and the section of the bench thing
that is lifted up reveals a compartment where you can plonk all your art
stuffage. Sheet of paper gets
plonked on said board and away you go! ^____^
Sorry
this part is so short! -_-
*sigh* Hopefully the next part will come out quicker though.
^_^
*runs
off* �
Gonna be late for work!