Disclaimer: I can't stress this enough, I don't own anything. If i did I'm sure I would have something better to do.... Gundam Wing belongs to its respectful owners. No money is being made here. Ironic also belongs to Allanis Morsette, not me.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Deathfic, Songfic, OOC, Angst, Shonen-ai, Dark
Pairings: 1+R, 3+4, Slight 1+2
Spoilers: None
Notes: This is a songfic and I hate songfics, Ironic eh? This story takes place after both the Series and Endless Waltz.
//flashback//
~lyrics~
ok i think that's all.... Enjoy!
Isn't It Ironic?
By: Eimin
Two young men were sitting in a booth discussing the recent events.
"Congratulations, Yuy." The Chinese man said facing the other.
"Do you think things would have been different? If the war had been longer?" the dark hair man responded quietly. Cobalt eyes staring past the foreign object in his drink like it would contain the answers of the Universe.
"You don't want to do it, do you?" the boy questioned.
Heero shook his head.
"Then why?"
"I promised I would protect her."
"The war is over," Wufei stated firmly.
"But that doesn't mean that she's safe," Heero reasoned. It was a pathetic answer to his ears.
"Are you going to let him know?" Heero wasn't fazed by the question. It seems he did not hear it at all. Wufei decided to stop pressing the issue. There will be another time his conscious reassured him.
The background music filled the uneasy silence between the two.
~An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic... don't you think?~
@~
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Deathfic, Songfic, OOC, Angst, Shonen-ai, Dark
Pairings: 1+R, 3+4, Slight 1+2
Spoilers: None
Notes: This is a songfic and I hate songfics, Ironic eh? This story takes place after both the Series and Endless Waltz.
//flashback//
~lyrics~
ok i think that's all.... Enjoy!
Isn't It Ironic?
By: Eimin
Two young men were sitting in a booth discussing the recent events.
"Congratulations, Yuy." The Chinese man said facing the other.
"Do you think things would have been different? If the war had been longer?" the dark hair man responded quietly. Cobalt eyes staring past the foreign object in his drink like it would contain the answers of the Universe.
"You don't want to do it, do you?" the boy questioned.
Heero shook his head.
"Then why?"
"I promised I would protect her."
"The war is over," Wufei stated firmly.
"But that doesn't mean that she's safe," Heero reasoned. It was a pathetic answer to his ears.
"Are you going to let him know?" Heero wasn't fazed by the question. It seems he did not hear it at all. Wufei decided to stop pressing the issue. There will be another time his conscious reassured him.
The background music filled the uneasy silence between the two.
~An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic... don't you think?~
@~