Title: Gundam Diaries: Part 1 ~ Duo
Author: Makoto Sagara
Pairings: 2+1, 3x4, 5+2
Warnings: Language, violence, silliness, angst, confuzzlement
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, I only wish I did. It belongs to Sunrise, Bandai, and a bunch of other companies. I don't own the words to any of the Papa Roach songs that were used in this part. They belong to them, and I don't own them either. I made ABSOLUTELY no money writing this, because no one is nice enough to do that. (*big smile*)
Symbol explanation: ~ blah ~ Song lyrics
+ Blah + Pre-chorus of song
* Blah * Chorus of song
March 29th, AC 195…. 20:00:00
Today was interesting, and it may be my last. No fighting was needed. All five of us Gundam pilots were settled into the safe house, one of Quatre's "smaller" houses. Only Q would think this house was small; 5 bedrooms, pool, gym, study, dining room, 4 bathrooms, huge state-of-the-art kitchen, music room, parlor, T.V. room, and an underground hanger big enough to hide 5 huge Gundams. Geez, someone should really teach him about scale.
Anyway, breakfast was good. Thank God that Trowa cooked. I don't think I could stomach rice that early in the day again this week. Hee-chan and 'Fei have had too much free rein in the kitchen lately. I can still taste those strawberry pancakes. You know, if Q-man and Trowa weren't a settled thing, I'd propose to Trowa, just for the food.
After breakfast, I had to find something to do. Quatre went to the music room, 'Fei went outside to practice his Tai chi, Trowa went to the gym, and Hee-chan, no surprise in this, locked himself in the study with his damned laptop.
Fuck, I was bored. Nothing good was on T.V. I'd read all my manga a gazillion times. No way in hell was I bugging "Mr. Perfect Soldier." Last time, I had to have my leg reset. Eh, I'm not really the musical type, unless you count singing along with my entire favorite vintage CDs. And well, Wufei would probably kill me if I bugged him while he was doing his stances. The pool it was.
That's the best thing about being on Earth. All this available water. On L2, there wasn't enough water to even bathe in, let alone sit in a hole in the ground and play in at your own leisure. If you found water, you had to take advantage, or someone else would come and steal it. I never really had a proper bath until I met Dr. G.
After an hour of laps, I stopped swimming, and hugged the side of the pool. Fei was still at it. Damn, he's got discipline, and a nice body to boot. Despite the cold temperature of the water, I was getting a hard-on.
I never thought too much about shagging "Justice Boy." The one who gave me wet dreams was the Perfect Bodied Soldier. All he had to do to get me hard was walk into the same room as me. Every time we stay at one of Q's estates, I make sure that I room with Heero, or get a room next to his. Call it what you will, I want him.
I was broken from my reverie by a sharp call of "MAXWELL! Stop staring at me!" Oops, I guess I had been staring for a long time.
I climbed out of the pool, avoiding facing the same direction as Wufei. I walked back into the house, slowly, and added an extra sway to my hips for his benefit. I knew he would watch me until I was inside. Sure enough, he stood there still looking at the house, confused. I waved, and he blushed. I turned back, and ran to my room for a shower and a quick change.
Just vegging out in front of the T.V. proved to be beneficial for my favorite thing to do, Heero dreaming. It only lasted a while, before Quatre came out and joined me, followed by Trowa, not too long later. They started whispering, and Q-man was giggling. Cute, but annoying, so I left.
Heero's fingers could be heard traveling lightning fast over the keys of his laptop. I opened the study door, and sure enough, there he was, typing away madly. His face was a cold mask, but his eyes were glowing with an unnatural glow.
"Hee-chan?"
"Hn, baka."
"Whatcha doin?" I inquired sweetly.
"Work."
"What kinda work?"
"Baka, go away, or Omae o korosu."
Figures. I sulked into the underground hanger. Ah, there's my baby, Deathscythe Hell, aka Shinigami. So beautiful, she's never mean to me. I take better care of her that I do of myself. There are only two things that I love as much, my braid and Hee-chan.
I jumped into her cockpit, and checked her vitals. She was in tip-top shape, but I already knew that. I popped a CD into her drive, and sat back to listen.
~ Cut my life into pieces,
This is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing.
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding. ~
Ah…Papa Roach, there's something I haven't heard in a while. I punched in the button to skip tracks to number five. It's called Blood Brothers. Maybe I should play this for the others one day. Hell, I should play it on my external speakers during the next battle. I put it on repeat, and sat back again, letting the words rush over me.
~Watch your back because the next man is comin'
And you don't know if the next man is dumbin'
Survival of the fittest what it is
I got yo back, you got my back, and that's the biz
Blood rushing to through my veins
I got the power, channel the energy
And with my strength I will devour
Sickening thoughts are running through my head
That's when I realize I'm glad I'm not dead
+Corruption and abuse, the salesman of our blood
For the public's craving, existence in the dark+
*It's in our nature to destroy ourselves
It's in our nature to kill ourselves
It's in our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill*
It was a dream and then it hit me, really struck
And now my life is all shifty and it all moves fast
Close to buck 50 and we all stand strong
In respect to the family in times of our insanity
And through the words of profanity
I describe our dysfunctional family
Blood brothers keep it real to the end
Deeper that the thoughts that you think, not a trend
+Corruption and abuse, the salesman of our blood
For the public's craving, existence in the dark+
*It's in our nature to destroy ourselves
It's in our nature to kill ourselves
It's in our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill*
+Corruption and abuse, the salesman of our blood
For the public's craving, existence in the dark+
*It's in our nature to destroy ourselves
It's in our nature to kill ourselves
It's in our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill* ~
That song makes me think of Heero. So with that song on repeat and Hee-chan on the brain, I blanked. I must have fallen asleep because later, the music was cut off, which slowly woke me up.
"Baka, OZ probably heard that. Get up. Quatre cooked dinner."
Thinking I was having a very real dream, I slipped my arms around the standing form of my god-like blue-eyed, tousled brown hair infatuation, and then I kissed him. "Hee-chan, you worry too much, even in my dreams."
The first thought that ran through my mind was pain, because he had punched me in the stomach. OH SHIT! I wasn't dreaming, and I had just kissed him. I jumped out of the pilot's chair, ran pass Heero, through the hanger, and through the house. I didn't stop until I had reached my room.
Diary, I think Heero's gonna kill me. This maybe the last thing I write. If so, Sayonara. If not, I'll tell you how it went.
~ Duo Maxwell.