Seed to a Tree (working title)
I wrote this fic because I am the biggest 1X2 fan and I have way too much time on my hands.
Warnings: Yaoi! If homosexuality makes you more than slightly uncomfortable, than kindly take your business somewhere else. Some strong language. Sexual references and acts (Lemon/Lime) in later chapters, but let's cross that taboo bridge when we come to it. It'll get kinda angsty later . . . maybe.
Disclaimer: As much as I want to I do not own Gundam Wing, but I make them do naughty things anyway.
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Heero Yuy's eyes snapped open. The sun threw long shadows across his wide bed. He grimaced, not wanting to look at the space next to him. Not wanting to look at the space next to him, knowing it was pointless to delay. He glanced down at the sleeping form of Releena Peacecraft and sighed.
'It's the same thing ever morning,' he thought as he pulled himself out of bed. 'Well, you know what they say: if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with.' Heero gasped at the train of thought and shook his head to clear his mind of any other unwanted fantasies.
Hearing a groan behind him, he turned.
"How long have you been up?" asked a bleary eyed Releena as she threw her legs over the side of the bed. Heero did not provide an answer. Releena watched in satisfaction as Heero got dressed. The 17 year old Japanese boy was definitely a fine catch. With the top grades and being one of the best- looking boys in school, Releena didn't have any intention of letting this one get away from her.
A smirk crossed her face as she watched him head toward the door of his small dorm room. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Out," replied an indifferent Heero.
"Well, since you're going out, bring back some food. The stuff you have here is crap and there's nothing in my room."
Heero made a noncommittal grunt as he walked out. Free of Releena's overbearing presence, he felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. How had let this relationship carry on so far? At first, the pampered princess had been a way to release some of the tension of all the things weighing on his mind. But now she had infiltrated her way into every aspect of his life so thoroughly, he doubted he could shake her off even if he tried.
As he turned the corner of the hallway, the sound of loud laughter filled his ears. He looked up to see Duo and Quatre at the end of the hall. The long-haired American was telling the smaller blond boy an obviously exaggerated story.
"Hello Heero," said Quatre, interrupting Duo to greet the passing boy. Not acknowledging the presence of the other two students, Heero continued down the hall.
"What's up with him?" Duo asked, characteristically forgetting the story he had been telling.
"Oh, that's just how he always is," Quatre smiled.
Duo pulled one end of his long chestnut braid over his shoulder and stared at Heero's retreating form.
"Ain't he going out with that Peacecraft girl? That chick seems enough to wear anyone out."
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" asked Quatre.
Duo flipped his hair over his shoulder and shook his head laughing. "What the hell are you on?"
As Heero walked further away from the other two, a nagging thought kept nudging its way forward. The thought of pressing his face into Duo Maxwell's long hair and holding him in his arms . . . 'No!' his brain screamed.
Dodging into the nearest bathroom, Heero splashed cold water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror.
"Come on Heero, get a grip on yourself," he told his reflection. "This isn't normal, this has to stop. I'm just tired, that has to be it."
"Talking to yourself, Yuy? Now that's abnormal," called a voice from a distant stall. Heero looked up in shock as the stall door opened and the figure of Chang Wu-Fei stepped out.
"What do you want?" Heero snapped at the Chinese boy.
"Well look who's the catty little bitch today," replied Wu-Fei, not missing a step as he walked past Heero to wash his hands in the sink next to him. "And here I thought that was your girlfriend's job."
"She's not my girlfriend," growled Heero, growing frustrated.
"Oh, excuse me. I meant the girl with your dick on a leash," replied Wu-Fei, a look of amusement on his face.
Heero stormed out of the bathroom. 'Asshole, who the hell does he think he is?' he thought, not noticing the footsteps approaching him.
"Whoa man, look out!" was all he heard before he went sprawling toward the floor, clipping his head on the edge of the door as he went down. Wu-Fei's laughter resounded in his ears as he tried to clear his head. He looked up to see Duo standing over him, a look of concern on his face.
"Hey, are you alright?" asked Duo, extending his hand to help the other boy up. Heero looked up at Duo, anger flashing in his cobalt eyes.
'Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Quatre's not-so-innocent question ran through Duo's mind as he returned Heero's unblinking stare. That kid always had a sixth sense for what Duo was thinking.
As Heero tried to stand up his head swam and he immediately sat back down. 'Dammit. What the hell is the matter with me?'
"Watch it, you've got a nasty cut on your head," Duo told him as he pulled the dizzy Heero to his feet and put his arm around the other boy's thin waist. Heero allowed Duo to help him out of the bathroom. "Where are we going?"
"My room," replied Duo. "We can get you some ice there.
* * * Well, here it is. My first fan fiction, or short story for that matter, ever. Reviews are greatly appreciated, but please be gentle *sniff sniff* I so scared. Anyway, I'll have the second chapter up soon.
I wrote this fic because I am the biggest 1X2 fan and I have way too much time on my hands.
Warnings: Yaoi! If homosexuality makes you more than slightly uncomfortable, than kindly take your business somewhere else. Some strong language. Sexual references and acts (Lemon/Lime) in later chapters, but let's cross that taboo bridge when we come to it. It'll get kinda angsty later . . . maybe.
Disclaimer: As much as I want to I do not own Gundam Wing, but I make them do naughty things anyway.
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Heero Yuy's eyes snapped open. The sun threw long shadows across his wide bed. He grimaced, not wanting to look at the space next to him. Not wanting to look at the space next to him, knowing it was pointless to delay. He glanced down at the sleeping form of Releena Peacecraft and sighed.
'It's the same thing ever morning,' he thought as he pulled himself out of bed. 'Well, you know what they say: if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with.' Heero gasped at the train of thought and shook his head to clear his mind of any other unwanted fantasies.
Hearing a groan behind him, he turned.
"How long have you been up?" asked a bleary eyed Releena as she threw her legs over the side of the bed. Heero did not provide an answer. Releena watched in satisfaction as Heero got dressed. The 17 year old Japanese boy was definitely a fine catch. With the top grades and being one of the best- looking boys in school, Releena didn't have any intention of letting this one get away from her.
A smirk crossed her face as she watched him head toward the door of his small dorm room. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Out," replied an indifferent Heero.
"Well, since you're going out, bring back some food. The stuff you have here is crap and there's nothing in my room."
Heero made a noncommittal grunt as he walked out. Free of Releena's overbearing presence, he felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. How had let this relationship carry on so far? At first, the pampered princess had been a way to release some of the tension of all the things weighing on his mind. But now she had infiltrated her way into every aspect of his life so thoroughly, he doubted he could shake her off even if he tried.
As he turned the corner of the hallway, the sound of loud laughter filled his ears. He looked up to see Duo and Quatre at the end of the hall. The long-haired American was telling the smaller blond boy an obviously exaggerated story.
"Hello Heero," said Quatre, interrupting Duo to greet the passing boy. Not acknowledging the presence of the other two students, Heero continued down the hall.
"What's up with him?" Duo asked, characteristically forgetting the story he had been telling.
"Oh, that's just how he always is," Quatre smiled.
Duo pulled one end of his long chestnut braid over his shoulder and stared at Heero's retreating form.
"Ain't he going out with that Peacecraft girl? That chick seems enough to wear anyone out."
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" asked Quatre.
Duo flipped his hair over his shoulder and shook his head laughing. "What the hell are you on?"
As Heero walked further away from the other two, a nagging thought kept nudging its way forward. The thought of pressing his face into Duo Maxwell's long hair and holding him in his arms . . . 'No!' his brain screamed.
Dodging into the nearest bathroom, Heero splashed cold water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror.
"Come on Heero, get a grip on yourself," he told his reflection. "This isn't normal, this has to stop. I'm just tired, that has to be it."
"Talking to yourself, Yuy? Now that's abnormal," called a voice from a distant stall. Heero looked up in shock as the stall door opened and the figure of Chang Wu-Fei stepped out.
"What do you want?" Heero snapped at the Chinese boy.
"Well look who's the catty little bitch today," replied Wu-Fei, not missing a step as he walked past Heero to wash his hands in the sink next to him. "And here I thought that was your girlfriend's job."
"She's not my girlfriend," growled Heero, growing frustrated.
"Oh, excuse me. I meant the girl with your dick on a leash," replied Wu-Fei, a look of amusement on his face.
Heero stormed out of the bathroom. 'Asshole, who the hell does he think he is?' he thought, not noticing the footsteps approaching him.
"Whoa man, look out!" was all he heard before he went sprawling toward the floor, clipping his head on the edge of the door as he went down. Wu-Fei's laughter resounded in his ears as he tried to clear his head. He looked up to see Duo standing over him, a look of concern on his face.
"Hey, are you alright?" asked Duo, extending his hand to help the other boy up. Heero looked up at Duo, anger flashing in his cobalt eyes.
'Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Quatre's not-so-innocent question ran through Duo's mind as he returned Heero's unblinking stare. That kid always had a sixth sense for what Duo was thinking.
As Heero tried to stand up his head swam and he immediately sat back down. 'Dammit. What the hell is the matter with me?'
"Watch it, you've got a nasty cut on your head," Duo told him as he pulled the dizzy Heero to his feet and put his arm around the other boy's thin waist. Heero allowed Duo to help him out of the bathroom. "Where are we going?"
"My room," replied Duo. "We can get you some ice there.
* * * Well, here it is. My first fan fiction, or short story for that matter, ever. Reviews are greatly appreciated, but please be gentle *sniff sniff* I so scared. Anyway, I'll have the second chapter up soon.
