A/N: Yo! Konnichiwa! Annyoung! Bonjour! .
Please don't kill me.
I wrote this while I'm supposed to be doing a project. One that I haven't started. One that's due tomorrow… -- To all you people who are reading this learn from me: do NOT procrastinate. Eh…forget that.
Okay, I wrote this for my own curiosity, wondering if the small idea I have can expand into something actually good. ALL OTHER STORIES ARE ON HIATUS, until I feel like I've written something long enough, good enough to post. This is an experiment, one that's kept me awake for a while. Okay! Moving along!
Warnings: MALExMALE You should know by now that a lot of GW fics have malexmale. (Yaoi, shonen-ai, gayness, homosexuality) Will there be mature content? I don't know. As I said, this is an experiment (one of many to come I think). However, if there IS mature content. I'll be sure to explicitly warn you. Heck, I won't even include the lemon if you don't want me to.
Pairings: 1x2, duh, and NOT 2x1 (ok? There IS a difference). One-sided 1xR Possible 3x4 Maybe: 13x5 or 6x5 or 13x6.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundams okay? If I did, I would draw hot, yaoi scenes between Heero and Duo.
1x2
"Get back here!"
The boy ran, easily weaving his way through the crowd, dodging arms and legs and carts and the rare cars. The blundering man behind him was pushing people out of his way, chest heaving up and down. The boy was hardly out of breath.
He dared a glance back and grinned widely as the distance between him and the angry shopkeeper grew larger and larger. Lightly twisting on his feet and running backwards, he stuck his tongue and laughed. The man cursed at him.
As the boy rounded a corner, he slipped through a narrow alleyway, one many people overlooked. Now, even if the man had caught up with him, he wouldn't be able to reach him.
Panting lightly now, his face flushed with adrenaline, the boy stopped in front of a tall fence. Carefully tucking his long braided hair underneath his shirt, he had learned his lesson before that long hair and fences did not like each other, and started heaving himself up and over.
When he reached the top, he jumped down and started strolling towards the orphanage, his goal tucked securely in his arms.
Sparkling, violet eyes looked up the faux sky that was dull, but nonetheless beautiful for someone who had never experienced luxury, and the boy smiled.
Something different was going to happen. Something free.
1x2
Wake up, clean, get dress, train, eat, learn, train, fight, eat, sleep. Wake up, clean, get dress, train, eat, learn, train, fight, eat, sleep.
It was always the same and a part of him cried out that he wanted something new. Something different.
But he knew it was impossible. The moment he was born, his life was destined for the same repetitive day after day lifestyle until the day he turned sixteen.
By the time he does turn sixteen, he'd be nothing but a puppet.
At first, that thought made him depressed and a little angry. Why should he have to be the one to go through this? Why couldn't he make his own decisions? His own choices?
He wanted something. Something deep within his heart.
But as his training went on, his lessons continued, and that small part of him that kept questioning his superiors faded away. Bit by bit.
But even as the day of his graduation came, when the professors and doctors thought he was ready, there was still a part of him that wanted that something. Buried underneath years of training and drilling, a part of him still cried out for it.
Something different. Something free.
1x2
Additional note: Duo will be slightly younger then Heero (maybe only by a year or two).
