disclaimer: insert standard disclaimers here...I don't
own Gundam, Gundam don't own me... I think. Gundam Wing belongs to its rightful owners, and this fic is written for
entertainment purposes only, and not for profit.
Warnings: 1xHS/HSx1? OOC and basic cheese. Use of the
Winner mansion as a mecha base. Hmm,
anything else? ^_^ Be forewarned.
Rating: I think it's G. ^_^
t_j: This was started a long time ago, in
response to a challenge by Gabby1128 to write a HildexHeero fic. Ummm, I'm not sure if I even fulfilled the
requirements, but I did dig this up out of my files, and decided, on some sick
whim, to finish it. Like I said, I'm not even sure if this is what Gabby1128
meant, but here it is. Oh, well, it
started out as a response, it doesn't really mean that it's still trying to
fulfill the challenge. ^_^
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Untitled for
secrecy
by Tyrne_J
"Gotcha now!" Duo Maxwell yelled as he finished off the last mobile suits
guarding the base. "Yeah!" He leaned back in Deathscythe's cockpit and
glanced to a sidescreen.
"So, you done yet, Heero?"
There was a brief second of hesitation
before the other pilot answered. "Yeah."
"Great! Then let's go home!"
Home being, for the moment, the Winner
mansion, where Quatre had managed to find a place to hide the massive mobile
suits and their pilots.
"Hey, Heero, guess who I ran into the
other day?" Duo was his usual talkative
self on the way to Quatre's place, and Heero was only vaguely listening as he
checked for new missions in Wing's cockpit.
"Who?" He asked, just to keep Duo occupied.
"Hilde Schbeiker. Remember her? Maybe not, but anyway, she's this girl I met
on one of the colonies...." Duo's voice
faded off as Heero sat stunned in the cockpit, hands frozen over the controls
as he very nearly gaped into empty space.
"Hilde..." It seemed like he hadn't seen her in...
" - So anyway, Quatre's letting her stay
with us for a while, and - hey, Heero! Heero! You listening?" Duo tapped experimentally on his mic, then
blew on it. Heero blinked and frowned
at the speakers.
"...yeah."
"Hey, Hilde! I'm here!" Duo waved out at the dark-haired girl with
one hand while jumping down from Deathscythe's cockpit. "And look who I brought with me - Mr.
perfect soldier himself!"
Heero only grunted as he stepped out of
Wing and surveyed the scene below him.
"Hi, Duo! How are you?" Hilde ran
up to the braided pilot and wrapped him in a bear hug. She whispered something in his ear that made
him chuckle, then turned to wave up at Heero. "Hi, Heero!"
"Hn." was the only response, then Heero was walking past them and into the
mansion. "Tell Howard that the main
cannon's been damaged, will you,?" He disappeared into the house with the slam
of the door.
There was a moment of silence as Hilde
and Duo stared at the closed door. Then
Duo cleared his throat.
"Well, that's a nice howdyedo..."
HIlde nodded, a little worried. "Duo..." She pleaded her friend. "Please
don't do that again."
"Huh?" Duo blinked, then grinned at her. "Hey, sure, HIlde. Sorry about
that. Com'on, let's get something to
eat; I'm starving."
"Yeah, me, too." She walked into the house slowly, gazing at
the mobile suits as she went.
Duo watched her go, then sighed
heavily. He leaned back against
Deathscythe and made a face at Wing. "You need to learn how to shut off your
commlink, Heero. I'm not that
dense." He sighed again. "Sheesh! I don't want to get into this, but - those two..."
He
mumbled to himself a little more before deciding he was too hungry to complain
any longer and went to greet Quatre in the mansion.
That night, Duo entered the room he
shared with Heero and flopped down on his bed, lacing his fingers behind his
head and closing his eyes. "Oh, man, what a night. That was one tough fight,
wasn't it, Heero?" He turned his head
toward the figure tapping away at the laptop on the desk, and made a face when
Heero didn't respond.
"uh, Heero?"
click. click.
beep.
taptaptap
beep
Duo studied the figure a moment longer
before he had an idea. He rolled over
in bed and found the mirror. aha...
he smirked and adjusted his position to read the reflection off Heero's laptop
monitor. Duo had to hold in an insane giggle at what he read. Just perfect...
HIlde woke up in the middle of the night
with a start. Oh, no, HIlde, you knew this would happen... She rubbed her head and bit her lip. I
never should have come...
She felt her lip start to quiver as she
remembered what had happened that night when Duo and Heero arrived. Not even a single "hello." What was I thinking?
She got out of bed and paced around,
mentally bashing herself as she paced. Stupid,
stupid, STUPID!! Why did I even come
here - why did I let Duo convince me to stay - why - ? she paused as she
noticed a pale object near the door.
What's this? She reached for the object, only to discover
that it was a piece of paper with a printed out message on it.
NOt a message - more like a poem. She looked up, around - It must have come
from under the door - a wave of
shock moved through her, and she looked around again.
"A-a
p-poem?" she stammered out in a
whisper, almost choking. But from
who - and - for a second, - could it be - no - she shook her head
and shuddered. Not him. Probably never
from him.
Maybe - it was a joke from Duo! That was it! She grinned shakily and moved towards the lamp to turn it
on. She'll read it and see that it
really was just another one of the god of death's little tricks.
The lamp light came on slowly, and as
the letters formed in the light, Hilde had to bite her lip to keep from crying
out loud.
Untitled
out of my reach
already taken
so will you never see?
I've watched for too long
from too far away
you're someone else's
I can't touch you.
Your smiles are for him.
Those laughing eyes
Always looking at him.
Why are they never for me?
Because there's no chance.
You'll never care for anyone
other than him.
For me, I can only watch.
But if only you knew
the truth.
Hilde, he may be all the world to you,
but you are all the world to me.
"Who wrote this - " she wondered out loud. Who wrote - the thought struck her,
and she gasped. No, it isn't. I'll find out who it really is in the
morning..
Duo was still sleeping when Heero walked
out of the room with his laptop. He
gave a brief glance towards his roommate - a smile played across Duo's face as
he snored. Heero made a face and walked
out - probably dreaming about -
"Uff!" Someone rammed into him, and he reached for his gun. "I'm gonna - "
A paper floated past his eyes, and he
made a grab for it, ignoring the person on the floor. "What the - " Where did this - how - ? He glanced down, then did a doubletake. "H-Hilde?"
Hilde moaned slightly as she tried to
stand up. "Really, Duo, you gotta - "
she stopped when she saw Heero, and turned a pale color. "Uh..Godd Morning, Heero." She smiled awkwardly. He's got the poem! Oh no! Then he'll think -
The two stared at each other for a
moment, then Heero cleared his throat. "What's this?" He indicated the
paper, and Hilde's face turned a bright red. She reached for the poem, but the pilot only stared at her, his eyes
searching her face for a reaction. She
stuttered her reply, hand frozen as she stared back.
"Uh, i-it's just a poem I - I - I - ah -
" She jerked back, snatching wildly at
the paper. It gave with a loud rip, and
she bit back a sob. "It's just
something I found this morning I'm sorry for running into you I'll see you
later Bye!" With that, she turned on
her heel and all but ran down the hall, clutching the torn piece of paper to
herself.
"Wa - uff!" What Heero was about to say was cut off when someone else rammed
into him from behind, and he turned to glare. "Will you watch where you're goi - wait a minute - " He paused when he
saw Duo on the floor, rubbing his arm. "Duo."
The braided pilot winced, still massaging
his arm. "Sheesh, Heero, what are you
made of, gundanium? Man, I think I
bruised it... " Duo looked up and
grinned sheepishly, but when he saw the look on his partner's face, he
frowned. "Hey, Heero, something the
matter?"
Heero twitched, then grabbed the other
pilot's arm, yanking him to his feet. He shoved his half of the poem in Duo's face. "What is this, some kind of joke?!" He hissed, and the American gulped, another grin appearing on his
face.
"Well, um, not really," the grin widened as Heero tightened his
grip. "I kind of thought it was
cute. Didn't you, Quatre?" Duo looked over his shoulder, and Heero
followed his gaze to see the Arabian standing nearby, eyes glazed over in an
odd way.
"Aww, kawaii!" Quatre smiled widely, his blue eyes sparkling over and his hands
clasping together. "Ne, Heero, why
didn't you tell anyone?"
"Eh - " Heero jerked, his grip loosening
on Duo's arm. "What do you mean by
that, quatre? I - " The look on the blonde's face was almost
frightening, what with the sudden appearance of glittery objects resembling
bubbles around Quatre's head. Heero
quickly straightened, clearing his throat. "Tell anyone what?"
There was a soft snickering, and Heero
whirled to glare at Duo again, but the American only smiled.
"Ehhehheh, Heero," Duo was almost to the point of laughing out
loud, and he waved in Quatre's direction. "You shouldn't keep secrets from Quatre like that. We're all buddies, aren't we?"
Quatre only smiled wider, his blue eyes
gaining more sparkles as he did so.
"Besides," And here the look on Duo's own face was almost wicked, "you know
how he loves romantic situations - "
"I don't know what you're talking
about. This is not a romantic situ - " Heero was interrupted
when Quatre suddenly rushed to wrap him in a tight bear hug, gabbing to him all
the way.
"I can't believe
you never told any of us that you loved Hilde! I mean, this is great! I can tell a perfect couple when I see it,
and wow - you two are so kawaii!" Quatre paused to take a breath, pushing
Heero away to gaze at him at arm's length. "I think we'll have to get you a tuxedo! What do you think, Duo?"
At this, Deathscythe's
pilot nodded emphatically. "Yup. That's just the thing. And maybe we can get Relena to find a dress
for Hilde."
"What?!" Heero almost choked, his normally-stoic face
twisting into one of disbelief. "For
what? Why?!"
There was a pause as the
other two pilots turned to gape at him. "Why, for your first date, of course," Quatre said matter-of-factly, and
Duo nodded assent.
Heero could only gape at them as they made
arrangements for dinner at a local high-class restaurant and discussed movie
ticket prices. Somewhere in the back of
his mind he was vaguely aware of a thought - Does this mean that Duo's
not with - but at the moment, the other pilots' constant chatting kept him from
focusing on that point. He could tell
he had lost control of the situation, but for all his attempts to stop them,
Duo and Quatre were already too engrossed in arranging the "romantic
situation," and made no sign of losing interest.
The piece of paper in his hand crumpled slowly, and
Heero grit his teeth. "This is none of
your business." He snapped out, and
while Duo and Quatre stopped to stare, shocked, at him, he crushed what was
left of the poem into a tight ball, repeating his words in a louder voice. "This is none of your business."
"But Heero - " Quatre started, but the Japanese cut him off, eyes blazing.
"This. Is none. Of your. Business." He could feel his own nails cutting into his
hands as he squeezed the paper tighter, but he didn't care.
Giving Duo and Quatre one last glare, Heero turned
on his heel and walked away, leaving the two pilots to stare after him.
"Hilde, he may be all the world to you,
but you are all the world to me." She
clutched the last part of the poem tightly, reading and rereading its words to
herself. It can't be him - he would
never - she gasped softly as she watched something fall from her eye - A
tear? It can't be him - he doesn't -
"Hilde?" A
voice started behind her, and she jerked, crumpling the poem in her hand to
keep it out of sight from -
"Heero?" Turning around, she saw the pilot looking down at where she sat
underneath one of the oaks behind the mansion.
The pilot opened his mouth to speak, then closed
it. Then opened it again -
- and
promptly closed it.
Hilde bit back a laugh, wiping away at her
eyes. Somewhere in the back of her
mind, she was aware that Heero was looking fairly uncomfortable, but at the
moment, all she could think of was - He looks so cute like that -
After a moment, the boy simply gave up trying to
speak and sat down beside her, avoiding her gaze. His sudden close proximity made her catch her breath, and she
stared for a moment before clearing her throat shakily.
"So, uh, good morning," she began, trying to keep her voice from wavering. "How are - "
"Hilde," Heero interrupted, and she bit her lip, fearing the worst. He's going to tell me that it wasn't his
poem, of course - he would never write something like that -
"The - " he cut himself off, falling silent
again. HIlde looked away, pretending to
be interested in a fallen leaf. She
traced its pattern with her fingertip, trying to think of something to say.
What
do I say?
Heero stared in front of
him, recalling Duo's comment in the hallway earlier. What was it he said? Thinking about it, Duo hadn't said anything at all, just nodded with
Quatre - But does that mean - ? He shook his head, catching a glimpse of Hilde's profile beside him, and
remembered what he was going to ask her.
"Do you like ice cream?"
The question, so sudden
and random, startled the girl into looking up, and she turned to stare at the
Wing pilot. "W-What?"
He paused, then cleared
his throat and said again, "Do you like ice cream?" His hand suddenly seemed interested in his hair, and Hilde found
herself staring in shock as Heero ran his fingers through his hair over and
over and averted his eyes. She worked
her mouth several times before finally answering.
"Uh, yeah."
A quick glance up, then the eyes were focused on
the ground again. But
she likes - "Do you like Duo?"
The question caught her off-guard for the second
time, and Hilde laughed out loud, a quaky laugh, but it was enough to startle
Heero. He sat up and stared at her,
mouth opening slightly.
Hilde wiped away at her eyes - the tears were
coming back - and tried to look at him. "He's a good friend, but that's not what you meant, was it?" This ended in an almost whisper, and she
regretted it as soon as it came out. Oh,
please, tell me that's - But she stopped as soon as she saw the look on
Heero's face.
The look on his face was one of shock, and
wonder. Dry lips moved, then, and Hilde
found herself nodding, even as she listened to Heero's words.
And then she knew for certain who wrote the poem in
her hands.
Trowa wandered into one of the mansion's many guest
rooms and found Quatre and Duo standing to the side of the large balcony
windows, looking out. Intrigued, the
Heavyarms pilot stepped up beside Quatre and peered over his shoulder, looking
for whatever it was that interested the other two.
After a minute or so of looking out the window, he
nodded to himself, tapped lightly on Quatre's shoulder, and walked out the
door. "Tea's ready, Quatre. Duo."
"Heh," Duo
smirked, drawing the curtains closed. "That did it, huh, Quatre?"
The blonde smiled. "My sisters have always been fans of reverse psychology. Pretend you're going to do everything for
him, and he'll want to do it all himself." He sighed. "They did that a lot
with me."
Duo nodded slowly. "Uh-huh. Anyway, thanks for
helping out. Now, let's go try some of
that tea of yours, Quatre."
They began to walk out the door, with Duo in the
lead. Duo began to whistle, while
Quatre -
Quatre looked once again out the window, through a
split in the curtains, where Heero and Hilde were getting up to go
somewhere. The blonde smiled again, and
he walked out of the room, an odd shimmer beginning to appear in his blue eyes.
"Aww... kawaii..."
~Owari~