A/N: I was reading a fic today, and it said something about Heero's
favorite color, and this idea for a ficlet just popped in my head. I wasn't
going to actually write it, but it kept nagging at the back of my mind.
This is in Heero's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
-------------- Heero's Favorite Color --------------
In my short life of 16 years so far, I've been asked many questions. Questions reguarding my physical features, questions reguarding my missions, and questions reguarding my thoughts.
But no one has ever asked me what my favorite color was.
Then again, if someone had asked me my favorite color, I would have probably said "Omea o korosu" and ignored the question.
Before and during the war, I didn't have a favorite color. I had training, missions, battles, and other important things on my mind; I had no need to think of such nonsense things such as a preferred color. But that's changed. Now I do have a favorite color.
My favorite color is violet.
Why violet? Why not green? Or blue? Or any other color in the universe? And don't *even* mention the color pink. That is, unless you want a nice violet mark on your face.
The reason violet is my favorite color is simple. It reminds me of a certain someone (who shall remain nameless) with the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. Violet eyes.
The first time this person looked at me, I was captivated by those eyes, and I have been ever since. The word beautiful couldn't even begin to describe them. When I look into them, I feel like I'm drowining in an endless sea of violet waves. When this person laughs, a sparkle shines in their violet depths. When this person smiles, those eyes shine like no jewel or star ever could. And when those eyes look into mine, I feel my knees go weak and my heartbeat quicken.
So the reason behind my favorite color is because of one person.
My violet-eyed angel.
-owari
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
-------------- Heero's Favorite Color --------------
In my short life of 16 years so far, I've been asked many questions. Questions reguarding my physical features, questions reguarding my missions, and questions reguarding my thoughts.
But no one has ever asked me what my favorite color was.
Then again, if someone had asked me my favorite color, I would have probably said "Omea o korosu" and ignored the question.
Before and during the war, I didn't have a favorite color. I had training, missions, battles, and other important things on my mind; I had no need to think of such nonsense things such as a preferred color. But that's changed. Now I do have a favorite color.
My favorite color is violet.
Why violet? Why not green? Or blue? Or any other color in the universe? And don't *even* mention the color pink. That is, unless you want a nice violet mark on your face.
The reason violet is my favorite color is simple. It reminds me of a certain someone (who shall remain nameless) with the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. Violet eyes.
The first time this person looked at me, I was captivated by those eyes, and I have been ever since. The word beautiful couldn't even begin to describe them. When I look into them, I feel like I'm drowining in an endless sea of violet waves. When this person laughs, a sparkle shines in their violet depths. When this person smiles, those eyes shine like no jewel or star ever could. And when those eyes look into mine, I feel my knees go weak and my heartbeat quicken.
So the reason behind my favorite color is because of one person.
My violet-eyed angel.
-owari
