Author: nibun (nibun@pacbell.net)
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own em. *sniff* I may not own the characters or the GW Universe, but I do own this story I wrote! Please don't steal from me!
Warnings: Shounen-ai / Yaoi, sap, angst, AU
Rating: Um, PG?
Pairings: 1x2x1
Sanctuary ~ Part 1
Created: 12/22/01 Completed: 12/22/01
Duo Maxwell walked tiredly along the seemingly never-ending stretch of sidewalk, a yawn widening his slackened face. A backpack full of books pulled down heavily on his shoulders, causing him to hunch slightly forward. His steps were measured, even, carrying him ever-nearer to another day at school, another day of self-imposed torture that he couldn't quite help. And a torture that was otherwise inflicted....
Soon the front gates came into view and he sighed in disappointment, some part of him perhaps believing that he would walk on forever. A weight greater than that upon his shoulders settled upon his heart, and he blinked away the faint stinging in his eyes before it could become any stronger. There was no time for crying, no time to make himself appear even more vulnerable than he already was. But life, seemed so empty, so dreary and torturous, that he couldn't figure out what else he was supposed to do.
He wondered what the purpose was in his living if he had nothing for which to live. Every day was lifeless, something limp and dead that he had neither the strength nor the means to bring to life. Always surrounded by the darkness or the fear of the darkness to come. Of what worth was a life full of desperation and fear and nothing else? No comfort greeted him, never did he feel the warmth of family or friends, the security of knowing that if it were only one person, at least someone in this world truly loved him.
Steeling himself for another day, Duo walked through the front gates into the all-boys private school, an ever-present mask of indifference set upon his face. His expression remained unchanged even as his insides churned at each stare of disgust or contempt, each face turned away in a refusal of acknowledgement, some shamed and some not. The awkwardness that found him each day overtook him, and he found himself conscious of the sway of his arms beside him, the rhythm of his breathing, how often he blinked. He walked faster without seeming as if he were trying to do so, feeling the eyes all over him as if they were crawling inside of his skin and his mind and could hear every thought that resided there.
The door to his first class came into sight and he sighed in relief once he passed through, quickly taking his seat. His moment of respite was just that, but a moment, and he wouldn't truly feel secure until class had begun. He counted the seconds as they ticked slowly by, grateful as the bell finally rang. All eyes moved from him to the teacher at the front of the room, and he sagged gratefully into his chair. His life changed in the very next moment.
Duo felt his eyes drawn to the closed door before it even opened. He watched seemingly in slow motion as the knob turned, the large slab of wood pushing inward from the hallway. Slender fingers were wrapped around the handle on the other side, followed by a tanned arm partly revealed by the short sleeves of the school uniform. And then....
Duo's mouth hung slightly open as the other boy came into full view. He could feel his blood thrumming through his veins as he could never remember, the expression on his face and in his heart, amazed. His senses were heightened, sight, hearing, taste touch smell, and nothing existed but him and this boy, this otherworldly being.
A compact frame, small but toned, slightly muscular, betraying the strength held within. He moved with a grace that seemed unnatural in its fluidity. And his hair, was dark and wild and untamed, bangs falling restlessly into his eyes. Oh, but his eyes. Such a deep, endless blue, the kind that drew a person in and hypnotized them into staying forever. Somehow they spoke to him, even before they had met his own. They spoke of asylum, refuge, relief.
Sanctuary.
A sight for sore eyes, an oasis in the desert, and the most beautiful person Duo had ever seen. Those eyes flew directly to his own as if drawn somehow, and he felt himself drown.
Heero Yuy stood outside the classroom door. It was his first day at this new school, and he was uncertain of what to expect. He had transferred himself here because of this insane girl that had refused to leave him alone; he figured that an all-boys school would be one of the best solutions to his problem.
Under any other circumstances he would be glad for the attention, but Relena was crazy. His own parents ignored him and he pretty much controlled his own existence. However, he had no friends to depend on or to laugh with, and no one would ever approach him because of his brooding demeanor. It was only recently that he had actually admitted to being lonely, if only to himself. Love, of any kind, was something he could hardly even fathom, yet something he dreamed of at the same time. He lived in a world of isolation, yearning for someone, for something that seemed beyond his reach; however, the very same concept of love scared him. The thought of holding a person's happiness in his hands was thrilling yet terrifying. But still, in a life so empty and lifeless as his own, he couldn't help the want, the thirst for human contact that filled him at any given moment in time. Sometimes it seemed as if his body hummed with it, the intrinsic need to love and be loved in return.
Hearing the final bell ring, he took a deep breath and prepared to enter the classroom. As soon as his hand pushed open the door a tingling sensation washed over his body, and he could feel a pair of eyes burning into him. He swallowed but remained face-forward until he reached the center of the room, where the teacher was waiting for him. Finally he stopped and turned, eyes drawn immediately to another.
Suddenly all he could see was shining chestnut and glowing violet, encompassing his vision like an early morning fog. Long, impossibly long hair, like twined chestnut silk creeping down the boy's side. A face that was somehow strong and soft at the same moment, bangs falling boyishly into his eyes. Oh, but his eyes. Bright and deep and intense and burning into his own like violet flames, lighting something inside him afire. He saw everything he'd ever wanted in those eyes: asylum, refuge, relief.
Sanctuary.
A breath of fresh air, a light in the dark, and the most beautiful person he had ever seen. After feeling a slight push on his back he walked forward as if in a trance, seating himself in an empty desk next to the other boy, not hearing or seeing or knowing anything but him. He swallowed heavily after several seconds, and held out his hand without even realizing his own action.
"Heero Yuy," he said, his voice even.
Duo returned the gesture and they gripped each other's hands, electricity shooting up both their arms. Duo replied, in a voice that belied his lack of composure.
"Duo Maxwell, nice to meet you."
Their hands separated and Heero nodded in return, both pairs of eyes reluctantly moving to the teacher in the front of the room. Heero had a feeling he had just made the best friend one could ever have in life.
Duo felt the same.
~Tsuzuku~
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own em. *sniff* I may not own the characters or the GW Universe, but I do own this story I wrote! Please don't steal from me!
Warnings: Shounen-ai / Yaoi, sap, angst, AU
Rating: Um, PG?
Pairings: 1x2x1
Sanctuary ~ Part 1
Created: 12/22/01 Completed: 12/22/01
Duo Maxwell walked tiredly along the seemingly never-ending stretch of sidewalk, a yawn widening his slackened face. A backpack full of books pulled down heavily on his shoulders, causing him to hunch slightly forward. His steps were measured, even, carrying him ever-nearer to another day at school, another day of self-imposed torture that he couldn't quite help. And a torture that was otherwise inflicted....
Soon the front gates came into view and he sighed in disappointment, some part of him perhaps believing that he would walk on forever. A weight greater than that upon his shoulders settled upon his heart, and he blinked away the faint stinging in his eyes before it could become any stronger. There was no time for crying, no time to make himself appear even more vulnerable than he already was. But life, seemed so empty, so dreary and torturous, that he couldn't figure out what else he was supposed to do.
He wondered what the purpose was in his living if he had nothing for which to live. Every day was lifeless, something limp and dead that he had neither the strength nor the means to bring to life. Always surrounded by the darkness or the fear of the darkness to come. Of what worth was a life full of desperation and fear and nothing else? No comfort greeted him, never did he feel the warmth of family or friends, the security of knowing that if it were only one person, at least someone in this world truly loved him.
Steeling himself for another day, Duo walked through the front gates into the all-boys private school, an ever-present mask of indifference set upon his face. His expression remained unchanged even as his insides churned at each stare of disgust or contempt, each face turned away in a refusal of acknowledgement, some shamed and some not. The awkwardness that found him each day overtook him, and he found himself conscious of the sway of his arms beside him, the rhythm of his breathing, how often he blinked. He walked faster without seeming as if he were trying to do so, feeling the eyes all over him as if they were crawling inside of his skin and his mind and could hear every thought that resided there.
The door to his first class came into sight and he sighed in relief once he passed through, quickly taking his seat. His moment of respite was just that, but a moment, and he wouldn't truly feel secure until class had begun. He counted the seconds as they ticked slowly by, grateful as the bell finally rang. All eyes moved from him to the teacher at the front of the room, and he sagged gratefully into his chair. His life changed in the very next moment.
Duo felt his eyes drawn to the closed door before it even opened. He watched seemingly in slow motion as the knob turned, the large slab of wood pushing inward from the hallway. Slender fingers were wrapped around the handle on the other side, followed by a tanned arm partly revealed by the short sleeves of the school uniform. And then....
Duo's mouth hung slightly open as the other boy came into full view. He could feel his blood thrumming through his veins as he could never remember, the expression on his face and in his heart, amazed. His senses were heightened, sight, hearing, taste touch smell, and nothing existed but him and this boy, this otherworldly being.
A compact frame, small but toned, slightly muscular, betraying the strength held within. He moved with a grace that seemed unnatural in its fluidity. And his hair, was dark and wild and untamed, bangs falling restlessly into his eyes. Oh, but his eyes. Such a deep, endless blue, the kind that drew a person in and hypnotized them into staying forever. Somehow they spoke to him, even before they had met his own. They spoke of asylum, refuge, relief.
Sanctuary.
A sight for sore eyes, an oasis in the desert, and the most beautiful person Duo had ever seen. Those eyes flew directly to his own as if drawn somehow, and he felt himself drown.
Heero Yuy stood outside the classroom door. It was his first day at this new school, and he was uncertain of what to expect. He had transferred himself here because of this insane girl that had refused to leave him alone; he figured that an all-boys school would be one of the best solutions to his problem.
Under any other circumstances he would be glad for the attention, but Relena was crazy. His own parents ignored him and he pretty much controlled his own existence. However, he had no friends to depend on or to laugh with, and no one would ever approach him because of his brooding demeanor. It was only recently that he had actually admitted to being lonely, if only to himself. Love, of any kind, was something he could hardly even fathom, yet something he dreamed of at the same time. He lived in a world of isolation, yearning for someone, for something that seemed beyond his reach; however, the very same concept of love scared him. The thought of holding a person's happiness in his hands was thrilling yet terrifying. But still, in a life so empty and lifeless as his own, he couldn't help the want, the thirst for human contact that filled him at any given moment in time. Sometimes it seemed as if his body hummed with it, the intrinsic need to love and be loved in return.
Hearing the final bell ring, he took a deep breath and prepared to enter the classroom. As soon as his hand pushed open the door a tingling sensation washed over his body, and he could feel a pair of eyes burning into him. He swallowed but remained face-forward until he reached the center of the room, where the teacher was waiting for him. Finally he stopped and turned, eyes drawn immediately to another.
Suddenly all he could see was shining chestnut and glowing violet, encompassing his vision like an early morning fog. Long, impossibly long hair, like twined chestnut silk creeping down the boy's side. A face that was somehow strong and soft at the same moment, bangs falling boyishly into his eyes. Oh, but his eyes. Bright and deep and intense and burning into his own like violet flames, lighting something inside him afire. He saw everything he'd ever wanted in those eyes: asylum, refuge, relief.
Sanctuary.
A breath of fresh air, a light in the dark, and the most beautiful person he had ever seen. After feeling a slight push on his back he walked forward as if in a trance, seating himself in an empty desk next to the other boy, not hearing or seeing or knowing anything but him. He swallowed heavily after several seconds, and held out his hand without even realizing his own action.
"Heero Yuy," he said, his voice even.
Duo returned the gesture and they gripped each other's hands, electricity shooting up both their arms. Duo replied, in a voice that belied his lack of composure.
"Duo Maxwell, nice to meet you."
Their hands separated and Heero nodded in return, both pairs of eyes reluctantly moving to the teacher in the front of the room. Heero had a feeling he had just made the best friend one could ever have in life.
Duo felt the same.
~Tsuzuku~