(whichever suits you)
By quicksylver
Standard Disclaimers Apply. Warnings: Angst, PWP, Shounen Ai
Unauthorised posting prohibited.
He shrugged and looked out at the twilight sky. So many things had happened, so many life-changing things. He was a gundam pilot now, defender of the colonies, protector of the weak. But did he really know what he was fighting for? They didn't think so... The other pilots that is. They knew the suffering, they lived it and now they fought because they had no choice. He had a choice. He did not have to fight. He could go home, a good home where he would rest... no where he could hide. That's what they would say ...and it would be true.
He would be the 'poor little rich boy', running back home to daddy. But could he even go home? Did he still have that choice? His father's eyes would show what his face refused to. He was a proud and stubborn man and his disapproval would be a gap between them. Plus the fact that they had never been close to begin with. He was the heir...that was his only purpose, his only reason for carrying the name. He chuckled at the irony. Who knew that I would be such a loser with that name?
He had tried to befriend them; offering them sanctuary, repairing their suits... but they had seen these as charity, bribes to by their loyalty. He didn't want more servants, more warriors to command. He wanted friends as any other boy his age would want friends. Even in these tumultuous times. But he had gotten their silence, their resentment for his wealth. His concern had come off as flaunting, miscommunication as disdain.
Yet... in the midst of all this war he had fallen in love. He didn't plan to... it just happened. He always thought in his naively romantic way that love would come and bring him joy but again he was proved wrong. Love came in an intense pair of blue eyes. The first time was like a dream. His angel had vaulted out of the winged gundam to disarm the deathtrap set by Une only moments after mistakenly destroying the ESA leaders.
After that he couldn't stop thinking about him. The colour of his eyes, the feel of his hair, the slender lines of his neck, the curve of his butt in black spandex. He was perfection. But sadly, he was not his to love ...or lose. He could the effect that Duo was having on the Wing pilot. The scorn in Heero's eyes was fading gradually, being replaced by curiosity and something else. He wondered if it was affection, or even love.
Hn... Duo could make anyone love him.
His vitality and life was perfectly suited to Heero's strength and determination. Only Duo could make Heero smile or smirk or sneer... whatever it was. The point was that the other boy made it happen while he was totally ignored. He could understand Relena's devotion for Heero but also why she would never win him over. He knew that they were not suited for Heero, they could never give him what he needed, what only Duo could give. They wasn't strong enough or that.
He shook his head and glanced out of the window again. It was dark now and the old man was getting ready to close. He took a few bills from his pocket and smoothed them out on the glossy red counter. He nodded to the man then left, pulling his jacket closer to him as he stepped into the brisk night air. He looked back at the door of the shop; the old man was turning the sign.
He was waiting for me to leave; he sighed and turned to walk away.
The moon was crescent and the sky clear and star filled as he journeyed to the nearby apartment they were using for a safe house. The click of the cheap lock echoed through the empty apartment. No one was there... except him and his shadow of course. He crossed the small living area and entered the bedroom. It was scarcely furnished and illuminated by the tawdry orange of the street lamp. He collapsed onto the worn quilt sheet fully clothed and curled up, toeing off his shoes.
Life can't always be as you want it, he told himself, you just have to play the hand you're dealt. He yawned and buried half his face deeper into the pillow. But then, he remembered as he finally drifted off to sleep, there's always that little thing called hope.
You know who it is... i don't have to spell it out and if you're wondering why he isn't drinking tea well that's not all he drinks!
I know the end is kinda lame but i'm open to suggestions.
07 08 2003- Added a sequel. It gets darker here on in so make sure to read the warnings before the fic.Take me to the sequel
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