A World Without Him
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Notes: Dont own Gundam wing. dont know if this has been done before. Sorry if it has. Duo's POV, and Trowa's at some chapters.
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Prologue: Remembering Heero
I sat alone in that room we used to live in. One of the dorms we'd fooled around in back in the days when we still were Gundam pilots. The room was lonely. It's quiet; almost dead. How many years has it been?, I'd asked myself. Six was the answer. Six years since he died.
Let me explain. Heero is not dead. A part of him is. The part which remembers who I am. The part which used to kiss me, and fuck me so hard that I'd be sore for weeks. It died. I thought it had never existed once before. Six years back, that is. He'd always seemed so perfect. But he wasn't. He was an ordanary teenager like me. He had no parents, and hardly a life to call his own. It was like devoting your organs to science, yet we still lived, walked, breathed. We were science in the making. Five killing matchines nearly brainwashed to do everthing correctly or die. We still had a mind of our own though. Heero maybe not so much, I thought.
Heero was the quiet and homicidal type. But he was more than just that. He was sexy, loving, ignorant, cruel, and exotic all at the same time if thats possable. Some of those things are in private, some of them are in my mind, and some of them are true to the normal eye. I liked him better when it was in private. He would kiss me, hold me, feel me up, have sex with me, let me sleep on his chest, let me kiss him, let me say innapropiate things to him. He would let us do what we wanted. That was how great he was.
But now it's not like that. He's dead inside.
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Notes: Dont own Gundam wing. dont know if this has been done before. Sorry if it has. Duo's POV, and Trowa's at some chapters.
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Prologue: Remembering Heero
I sat alone in that room we used to live in. One of the dorms we'd fooled around in back in the days when we still were Gundam pilots. The room was lonely. It's quiet; almost dead. How many years has it been?, I'd asked myself. Six was the answer. Six years since he died.
Let me explain. Heero is not dead. A part of him is. The part which remembers who I am. The part which used to kiss me, and fuck me so hard that I'd be sore for weeks. It died. I thought it had never existed once before. Six years back, that is. He'd always seemed so perfect. But he wasn't. He was an ordanary teenager like me. He had no parents, and hardly a life to call his own. It was like devoting your organs to science, yet we still lived, walked, breathed. We were science in the making. Five killing matchines nearly brainwashed to do everthing correctly or die. We still had a mind of our own though. Heero maybe not so much, I thought.
Heero was the quiet and homicidal type. But he was more than just that. He was sexy, loving, ignorant, cruel, and exotic all at the same time if thats possable. Some of those things are in private, some of them are in my mind, and some of them are true to the normal eye. I liked him better when it was in private. He would kiss me, hold me, feel me up, have sex with me, let me sleep on his chest, let me kiss him, let me say innapropiate things to him. He would let us do what we wanted. That was how great he was.
But now it's not like that. He's dead inside.
