You Existed
Lacey-Koi
Rating: PG... I guess...
Disclaimer: *Points at GW* Theirs. *Points at fic* Mine. Otherwise there'd
be more shounen-ai/yaoi than that one part Mido-sama loves to tell people
about where Heero's being an angsty fuck and Quatre's talking about being
horny.
Pairing: 1+2
Warnings: Um... it's another of my analytical fics.
Spoilers: *laugher*
Notes: CAPS are emphasis...
Feedback: Yes, please, thank you, I love you. Flames, uh... I'm a pyro.
Careful what you give me.
"MM." Duo yawned as he stretched his arms above his head, glancing at Heero out of the corner of his eye. Heero was currently working his way up and down the center of their shared dorm room, kicking each of Duo's belongings back onto Duo's side. Aiming at Duo's head. With sharpshooter accuracy.
"Heero~!" Duo's indignant voice rang out. "That's MY head, and those are MY things!"
"Hn. So?" Heero kicked a combat boot at Duo's head. "This is MY side of the room. I didn't give you permission to put YOUR things on MY side of the room."
Duo stared at Heero in open mouthed shock a moment before regaining his loquaciousness. "This is MY room as well, and may I remind you that YOUR laptop is hooked up to the phone line on MY side of the room?"
Heero paused with his foot drawn back. "No fair!" he swung, "the only working phone line is on your side!" Boxers landed on Duo's head.
Duo continued without removing the boxers. "Well the only empty floor is on your side!"
"What about under the bed?!" Heero shoved his way to Duo's bed, "and take those boxers off!"
"Under the bed? Weaponry." Duo smirked at Heero. Then he realized Heero couldn't see him, removed the boxers from his head, and threw them at Heero.
"Weaponry?"
"Weaponry. One of the functions of everything on the floor is camouflage for weapons."
Heero looked at Duo in surprise. "I wouldn't have thought it of you. What's another use?"
Duo smiled at Heero. "Go stand at the door." Heero followed instructions like the trained soldier he was. "Now tell me, which side of the room looks lived in?"
Without hesitating, Heero pointed a finger at Duo's bed. "That side."
"Exactly. I figure if I die on a mission and don't come back, that there will be only one way to declare my existence to anybody. I have no real records, and you'll probably be assigned to erase the fake ones. You see the mess Heero? This is my statement. It says 'I was here. I existed.' It's a message to whoever has to get rid of my things, again, probably you, that I am Duo Maxwell. I existed. You don't even have that much, Heero. But here's what I'll give you." Duo stood and crossed the room to the doorway, where Heero still stood, staring at him. Duo placed a hand on each of Heero's shoulders, ignoring the flinch instinctual to him. He shook him gently with each word as he spoke. "You are Heero Yuy. You existed. You are here now. And while you existed, you had someone in love with you."
"Duo--"
"Me." Duo leaned in and brushed his lips across Heero's like a feather. "You existed, and Duo Maxwell will remember."
Heero ran his hand down Duo's cheek, then pulled him into a hug. In a breath, Heero whispered in Duo's ear, "Heero Yuy will always remember Duo Maxwell."
They lived. And thought the world remembered they existed, each always helped the other remember best.
"MM." Duo yawned as he stretched his arms above his head, glancing at Heero out of the corner of his eye. Heero was currently working his way up and down the center of their shared dorm room, kicking each of Duo's belongings back onto Duo's side. Aiming at Duo's head. With sharpshooter accuracy.
"Heero~!" Duo's indignant voice rang out. "That's MY head, and those are MY things!"
"Hn. So?" Heero kicked a combat boot at Duo's head. "This is MY side of the room. I didn't give you permission to put YOUR things on MY side of the room."
Duo stared at Heero in open mouthed shock a moment before regaining his loquaciousness. "This is MY room as well, and may I remind you that YOUR laptop is hooked up to the phone line on MY side of the room?"
Heero paused with his foot drawn back. "No fair!" he swung, "the only working phone line is on your side!" Boxers landed on Duo's head.
Duo continued without removing the boxers. "Well the only empty floor is on your side!"
"What about under the bed?!" Heero shoved his way to Duo's bed, "and take those boxers off!"
"Under the bed? Weaponry." Duo smirked at Heero. Then he realized Heero couldn't see him, removed the boxers from his head, and threw them at Heero.
"Weaponry?"
"Weaponry. One of the functions of everything on the floor is camouflage for weapons."
Heero looked at Duo in surprise. "I wouldn't have thought it of you. What's another use?"
Duo smiled at Heero. "Go stand at the door." Heero followed instructions like the trained soldier he was. "Now tell me, which side of the room looks lived in?"
Without hesitating, Heero pointed a finger at Duo's bed. "That side."
"Exactly. I figure if I die on a mission and don't come back, that there will be only one way to declare my existence to anybody. I have no real records, and you'll probably be assigned to erase the fake ones. You see the mess Heero? This is my statement. It says 'I was here. I existed.' It's a message to whoever has to get rid of my things, again, probably you, that I am Duo Maxwell. I existed. You don't even have that much, Heero. But here's what I'll give you." Duo stood and crossed the room to the doorway, where Heero still stood, staring at him. Duo placed a hand on each of Heero's shoulders, ignoring the flinch instinctual to him. He shook him gently with each word as he spoke. "You are Heero Yuy. You existed. You are here now. And while you existed, you had someone in love with you."
"Duo--"
"Me." Duo leaned in and brushed his lips across Heero's like a feather. "You existed, and Duo Maxwell will remember."
Heero ran his hand down Duo's cheek, then pulled him into a hug. In a breath, Heero whispered in Duo's ear, "Heero Yuy will always remember Duo Maxwell."
They lived. And thought the world remembered they existed, each always helped the other remember best.