Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai and Sunrise. Ajimu is copy righted to Actas THS F&F. Neither belongs to me. Please don't sue.
AN: Inspiration came from the first OVA of Ajimu. It's about a guy who falls for a girl waiting at the train station. He sees her there everyday and wonders what she's like. That's about the extent of the similarity of this fic and that anime (a guy who falls for a complete stranger). Everything else is my creation.
This fic is extremely AU. There is bound to be some OOC. Please be accepting and keep an open mind.
The Inner Musings of Heero Yuy
By Cinpii
Entry 1: Awakening
I think I've fallen in love.
I don't even know her name. Don't know what her voice sounds like. Don't know what her smile looks like. I just know I want to be with her.
Forever.
"Heero!"
Heero Yuy grumbled under the weight of his thick comforter. He turned over on his side and pulled the blanket further over his head, trying to ignore the insistent, annoying whine of his perpetually perky roommate, Duo Maxwell.
"Hee-- ro--," the pest continued in his high-pitched singsong voice. The voice he knew grated on Heero's nerves like nails scratching across a blackboard.
The stubborn occupant of the bed slowly fisted handfuls of the pillow under his head. One Prussian blue eye shot open and peered with frightening intensity at his black alarm clock. Bright red numbers dutifully stated that it was 5:57 am.
Heero Yuy was a person who deeply valued sleep. Heaven knows he didn't get enough of it. And here was Duo, who, in Heero's opinion, was the embodiment of the worst type of scum on Earth. For Duo was a 'morning person'.
He would kill Duo. Slowly. First he would yank that yard long braid of his and wrap it around his scrawny neck. The baka would open his mouth in protest, giving Heero the perfect opportunity to shove the end down his throat. As he was hacking on his own hair, Heero would then knee him painfully in the nuts, which would definitely wipe that ever-present smile off his face. Then he would—
"Heee-ROOOO!!!"
Heero Yuy sat up in bed and balefully glared at his roommate, who was running a brush through his mane of chestnut hair as he gleefully called Heero's name.
"Duo," Heero uttered in a dangerously low voice, his eyes glittering, promising pain, "I still had 3 minutes left."
"Pthh!" Duo replied, airily shaking off Heero's comment as he swung his long locks over a shoulder and continued the arduous task of hair maintenance.
Heero sat in his bed another minute, happily contemplating all the various ways he could maim a certain roommate when his alarm clock blared and shattered his musings.
"Ha! Now you have to get up," Duo crowed as skillful fingers braided his hair with deft, practiced movements.
Shooting a scowl at Duo's oblivious backside, Heero hit the switch and reluctantly got out of bed.
He really would kill Duo one of these days, he grumbled as he grabbed his towel and toiletries and made his way out the door and down the hall to the communal bathroom all the males shared on the fourth floor.