Disclaimer: I don't own any Gundam Wing characters. This story is just some
romantic sorta sad idea I imagined about Duo's life..
An Apple For You 4/15/02
"Here."
Said one of the two small boys that sat in a large sewer drain opening. The one who spoke passed an apple to his other friend. "Thank you. You know you don't have to go through all the trouble of getting me food like this." He said bitting into the apple as his friend with long wild brown hair smiled. "Aww, it was nothing."
"No, I mean stealing food from the kitchen inside a church is kinda bad don't you think?" He smiled.
"Not if it's for a friend. Don't worry soon you will be running to the kitchen."
The brunette smiled at his sick friend who went by the name Solo. He became ill much like his friends a small gang who stole from others to survive.
"Do you still want to see a Moble Suit?" Solo asked still taking bites from his apple.
"Sure! But until you're all better.."
Solo placed his left hand down as the apple rolled away on the floor his gaze shifted towards the right his eyes sad. "Huh? What's wrong?"
"I'm not getting well.."
"What? Aw! Come on you'll be fine soon!"
"No.. I think not."
Our soon to be Duo Maxwell nearly was in tears as he leaned forward placing his small but chubby like hands on Solo's face and turned his gaze towards his.
"No, Solo.. You have to stay.. For me.. I love you."
And with that Duo sealed his sentence with a kiss on Solo's cheek. To them they were friends best friends who knew nothing else other than surviving together on the cold streets.
"All right.. I'll try.." Solo smiled.
~*End.*~
An Apple For You 4/15/02
"Here."
Said one of the two small boys that sat in a large sewer drain opening. The one who spoke passed an apple to his other friend. "Thank you. You know you don't have to go through all the trouble of getting me food like this." He said bitting into the apple as his friend with long wild brown hair smiled. "Aww, it was nothing."
"No, I mean stealing food from the kitchen inside a church is kinda bad don't you think?" He smiled.
"Not if it's for a friend. Don't worry soon you will be running to the kitchen."
The brunette smiled at his sick friend who went by the name Solo. He became ill much like his friends a small gang who stole from others to survive.
"Do you still want to see a Moble Suit?" Solo asked still taking bites from his apple.
"Sure! But until you're all better.."
Solo placed his left hand down as the apple rolled away on the floor his gaze shifted towards the right his eyes sad. "Huh? What's wrong?"
"I'm not getting well.."
"What? Aw! Come on you'll be fine soon!"
"No.. I think not."
Our soon to be Duo Maxwell nearly was in tears as he leaned forward placing his small but chubby like hands on Solo's face and turned his gaze towards his.
"No, Solo.. You have to stay.. For me.. I love you."
And with that Duo sealed his sentence with a kiss on Solo's cheek. To them they were friends best friends who knew nothing else other than surviving together on the cold streets.
"All right.. I'll try.." Solo smiled.
~*End.*~