A Life Without Her Would Be No Life At All
By:San
Disclaimer:(sarcastically) How did you guess? No, I don't own Gundam Wing, nor any of its characters. Besides, do you really think I would be writing this thing if I did? Common scence,people! Anyway, commence fanfiction reading.
Cold and tiered was all that registered in the mind of Heero Yuy. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see something other than the popcorn ceiling he had grown accustomed to in the past six months. His hazy memory returned and, remembering what he had done last night, groaned. Turning, he saw the sassy red haired tramp he had slept with the night before. This was becoming an addiction, but he just couldn't give it up. When he finally met the high every time, it was like an escape route. Every time, when his façade gave out, he would turn to one of these women and run away. Away from all his problems, past memories, and those dreadful feelings.
Every time he had sex with one of them he always imagined his blond haired angel. Caressing him with her love and screaming out is name as they passionately made love. Each of her cries sending him further over the edge into bliss. But it wasn't really Relena. It was just some stranger that he paid in order to get to his high.
He had been so blind then, not to see how much he had really loved her. He had just ran and hid. And now look were it had gotten him. Looking around in disgust he threw on his clothes and wiped out his wallet and took out a stack of cash and carelessly through it on the bedside table. Taking one last look at the prostitute on the bed and the filthy room she was in he took his leave. Planning on not coming back for at least a while.
He stepped out into the cool night air and buttoned up his jeans jacket to give him at least some insulation. Lucky for him his home was only within walking distance. Or maybe not so lucky because in the morning the red haired tramp will wake up to find he'd left, short changed and alone. Besides, he didden't have the money. So he decided he definitely wasn't going back there. His Preventer job as head of Tactical Force, or TF, was a sustaing job and was basically boring.
He continued on with his trek to his apartment on this colony L-1, still musing about his job. He cautiously entered his apartment. Even though it had been nearly seven years since he last had to fight his basic traing was so engrained into his instincts it was still like a second nature to him.
Seeing that everything was fine he relaxed more. He took off his shoes and walked over to the bathroom quickly stripping off his clothes and stepping into a hot shower. The scent of sex melted away just as it always did and when he stepped out of the shower he felt refreshed. He slipped on a pair of jeans and quietly went off to bed and made a mental note to call Une in the morning and re quest he be put on some kind of active duty and perhaps talk about a raise.
Little did he know what tomorrow held in store for him.
Disclaimer:(sarcastically) How did you guess? No, I don't own Gundam Wing, nor any of its characters. Besides, do you really think I would be writing this thing if I did? Common scence,people! Anyway, commence fanfiction reading.
Cold and tiered was all that registered in the mind of Heero Yuy. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see something other than the popcorn ceiling he had grown accustomed to in the past six months. His hazy memory returned and, remembering what he had done last night, groaned. Turning, he saw the sassy red haired tramp he had slept with the night before. This was becoming an addiction, but he just couldn't give it up. When he finally met the high every time, it was like an escape route. Every time, when his façade gave out, he would turn to one of these women and run away. Away from all his problems, past memories, and those dreadful feelings.
Every time he had sex with one of them he always imagined his blond haired angel. Caressing him with her love and screaming out is name as they passionately made love. Each of her cries sending him further over the edge into bliss. But it wasn't really Relena. It was just some stranger that he paid in order to get to his high.
He had been so blind then, not to see how much he had really loved her. He had just ran and hid. And now look were it had gotten him. Looking around in disgust he threw on his clothes and wiped out his wallet and took out a stack of cash and carelessly through it on the bedside table. Taking one last look at the prostitute on the bed and the filthy room she was in he took his leave. Planning on not coming back for at least a while.
He stepped out into the cool night air and buttoned up his jeans jacket to give him at least some insulation. Lucky for him his home was only within walking distance. Or maybe not so lucky because in the morning the red haired tramp will wake up to find he'd left, short changed and alone. Besides, he didden't have the money. So he decided he definitely wasn't going back there. His Preventer job as head of Tactical Force, or TF, was a sustaing job and was basically boring.
He continued on with his trek to his apartment on this colony L-1, still musing about his job. He cautiously entered his apartment. Even though it had been nearly seven years since he last had to fight his basic traing was so engrained into his instincts it was still like a second nature to him.
Seeing that everything was fine he relaxed more. He took off his shoes and walked over to the bathroom quickly stripping off his clothes and stepping into a hot shower. The scent of sex melted away just as it always did and when he stepped out of the shower he felt refreshed. He slipped on a pair of jeans and quietly went off to bed and made a mental note to call Une in the morning and re quest he be put on some kind of active duty and perhaps talk about a raise.
Little did he know what tomorrow held in store for him.