TITLE: What I like About You
AUTHOR: ClarySage FANDOM: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: 1x2x1 DISCLAIMER: Not mine, someone else's.
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: none really. FEEDBACK: Why coi-ten-ly!
AUTHOR NOTES: done for the hell of it.and yeah, I was thinking of the song the whole time ^_^;
I admit there was never much to like about Heero Yuy. You couldn't count the death-glare as something to enjoy, unless it was aimed at someone specifically not you. Moreover, though his fighting skills were most definitely to be admired, they weren't really something to like. Sometimes he was friendly, if you could call a terse grunt and a glare friendly.
Once in while I found myself looking at the back of his head and wondering - what was there to like about Heero Yuy?
It wasn't when we would get up after a long night, and he would scatter towels after leaving the bathroom, or forget to rinse the dishes he dirtied. Certainly, I never enjoyed the lack of a sense of humour when everyone laughed at my jokes except for him. I never liked the way he'd get that grim satisfaction in his expression when he proved me wrong.
At some point, in this sort of diatribe, you're supposed to change your mind, right? Add in a "but he was likable for-" and go on to tell about every reason you love the person. Unfortunately, we're talking about Heero Yuy. Not someone actually likable in anyway.
I can't say I liked the way his arms would tighten possessively around me, his eyes growing hard and sharp. Nor, did I ever like the way he'd tell everyone my plans without consultation. The way he'd dictate my life without me.
It was never "Come over tonight?" but always "I'll see you tonight."
The stupid part, was obeying these orders, showing up at his doorstep, and letting myself be dragged into his embrace once more. I didn't like the way he'd murmur in my ear, terms of endearment and trust and love. I never believed he meant it.
In the night, when we lay sprawled together amongst moist sheets with tangled legs, I didn't like the way he'd curl his head against my shoulder, and look like the child he was never allowed to be. I didn't like that his closed eyelids made his face look younger and suddenly more fragile. I never liked hearing "I love you," whispered so sentimentally, or the warmth as his lips traced my collarbone.
"I don't like you," I told him, as we stared at the ceiling together. "I hate everything about you, everything you do and everything you are."
"I know," he said, calmly. "That's what I like about you."
Hehe -fini!-
AUTHOR: ClarySage FANDOM: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: 1x2x1 DISCLAIMER: Not mine, someone else's.
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: none really. FEEDBACK: Why coi-ten-ly!
AUTHOR NOTES: done for the hell of it.and yeah, I was thinking of the song the whole time ^_^;
I admit there was never much to like about Heero Yuy. You couldn't count the death-glare as something to enjoy, unless it was aimed at someone specifically not you. Moreover, though his fighting skills were most definitely to be admired, they weren't really something to like. Sometimes he was friendly, if you could call a terse grunt and a glare friendly.
Once in while I found myself looking at the back of his head and wondering - what was there to like about Heero Yuy?
It wasn't when we would get up after a long night, and he would scatter towels after leaving the bathroom, or forget to rinse the dishes he dirtied. Certainly, I never enjoyed the lack of a sense of humour when everyone laughed at my jokes except for him. I never liked the way he'd get that grim satisfaction in his expression when he proved me wrong.
At some point, in this sort of diatribe, you're supposed to change your mind, right? Add in a "but he was likable for-" and go on to tell about every reason you love the person. Unfortunately, we're talking about Heero Yuy. Not someone actually likable in anyway.
I can't say I liked the way his arms would tighten possessively around me, his eyes growing hard and sharp. Nor, did I ever like the way he'd tell everyone my plans without consultation. The way he'd dictate my life without me.
It was never "Come over tonight?" but always "I'll see you tonight."
The stupid part, was obeying these orders, showing up at his doorstep, and letting myself be dragged into his embrace once more. I didn't like the way he'd murmur in my ear, terms of endearment and trust and love. I never believed he meant it.
In the night, when we lay sprawled together amongst moist sheets with tangled legs, I didn't like the way he'd curl his head against my shoulder, and look like the child he was never allowed to be. I didn't like that his closed eyelids made his face look younger and suddenly more fragile. I never liked hearing "I love you," whispered so sentimentally, or the warmth as his lips traced my collarbone.
"I don't like you," I told him, as we stared at the ceiling together. "I hate everything about you, everything you do and everything you are."
"I know," he said, calmly. "That's what I like about you."
Hehe -fini!-