I plan for this story to have at least 3 chapters. I hope you like it
cause I stayed up til 1 AM creating it since I got inspired at 10 PM
and I had needed to plan out the whole thing
Have fun reading I hope you review and tell me what you think of it.
Note: I don't own any of the characters, though I wish I did. =D
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A blue-eyed perfect solider sat facing an occupied bed. His elbow created a juncture into the cloth-covered surface of the bed as his head rested its weight against his palms. Although it was night, the dreary moon seemed to amplify the atmosphere with both light and intensity. The moonlight lingered past the single, tiny window and bounced off of Heero's face, revealing his unrest feelings.
Heero cursed under his breath as his patience was wearing thin and because his face was betraying the lingering feeling that coursed within his body and heart. He felt weak and angry that his usual impassive shell had been destroyed; it was as if someone or something had purposely stolen the one thing that made him feel superior of others. He felt like hurting the unconscious body that lay before him. The body, that currently laid pale and idle before him, belonged to a violet-eyed boy, named Duo. He was the reason that these foreign feelings were haunting him.
"Open those violet-colored eyes!" Heero shouted into the empty room, winching at his own echo. When had I noticed such a tedious thing like the color of a person's eyes, especially when they belong to such an insignificant person like him? The thought quickly disappeared as he stared at Duo, expecting his eyes to awaken such a loud call from Heero.
The night continued and like the past 2 nights since the incident, Duo remained unconscious. After staying by Duo's side until midnight, Heero would retreat to the couch across from the bed. The one-bed roomed slum was all Heero could afford with the measly wages he earned as a waiter.
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In his dream state, Heero could feel himself being gently tugged back and forth as if he was a guest on a boat. The dream slowly faded as he realized someone was shaking him. Slowly opening his eyes, he could see a silhouette hovering above him. Reacheing a hand up to cover his face from the sun that streamed through the window, the tricks played by light disappeared and his vision became clear again.
"Um... Hi," Duo said hesitantly. He was squatting before Heero wearing a long sleeved white shirt and black pants.
The instant he spoke, Heero could sense that there was something different. Sure his tone was as placid as usual, but something was missing.
Heero didn't reply, he only looked back at Duo, searching for something that felt misplaced. After a few moments of silence, Duo blushed and startled Heero. "What?" Heero asked; his voice was a lot more offensive than he had wanted to sound.
"It's just that... you were staring at me..." The rosy spots on either side of Duo's cheek deepened as he manage to keep his voice straight as he spoke.
Heero ignored the reply like he always had when someone became embarrassed. Having been naturally stern, he had never understood when someone's cheeks reddened and their words became a mere stutter. "Your braid's uneven, I'll braid it for you," Heero said without hesitation, without the usual lump in the throat when couples would make such an endearing comment. Duo looked as confused as ever; he didn't know whether to be offended or thankful.
As Heero sat up and turned his body so that his feet were on the floor, Duo took the hint to sit down and entrust his hair to Heero.
Reaching his left hand out, Heero grasped tightly to the end of Duo's braid, just before the elastic band that held his braid together. Using his other hand, he gently placed a finger under the band. He watched as locks of smooth brown hair unravel as he removed the band. For reasons unknown to Heero, a brush felt unnecessary as he ran his fingers through Duo's long strands of hair. Time seemed to have stopped for the two, even though the continuous motion of Heero's fingers continued to weave through Duo's hair. Soon, Heero stopped and divided the brown strands into 3 different portions and began braiding. All this was done in mutual silence, as if nature intended it to be so and the 2 boys dared not betray it.
Once Heero had tied the elastic band back on, he got up and went into the restroom, leaving Duo behind on the couching, who was uncertain as to what he should do now.
Sounds of running water and movements within the bathroom could be heard as Duo sat listening and eyeing the room. It was a plain room, with nothing but the couch he was sitting on, an unmade bed, and a chair next to the bed. Scanning the room once again, he noticed the corner of an old, small, wooden drawer on the other side of the bed that he had overlooked earlier. Hesitantly, he got up and walked over to it and without thinking, began looking through the drawers, searching for something that was currently unknown to him. In the last of 3 drawers, he small a few portraits and began looking at them. The pictures were all normal, scenery, pictures of Heero and friends, but the last one caught his attention. It was a picture of Duo, with his arms wrapped around an impassive Heero, a natural grin on his own face. He quickly shoved them back as he realized the bathroom had become silent and a shadow was hovering above him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go into your stuff..." Duo's voice trailed off as he realized Heero was half-listening.
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The two had sat themselves at a table slightly isolated from the rest. Despite the time of day it was in, the cafe was crowded and waiters and waitresses were trying their best to control the havoc of getting everyone's order. There was a certain air of uneasiness as Duo sat across from Heero. Heero appeared cold, yet warm in a way to Duo. Somehow he wasn't intimidated by Heero's certain apathetic feelings towards anything less than serious, but he also knew where to draw the line. After a not so successful joke of 'Is this a date?' when Heero had offered to buy them breakfast, Duo decided he was better off not asking the real question he had in his mind.
Without realizing, Duo snapped back to reality, welcomed by another one of 'what?' stares by Heero. Duo swallowed the lump he had not realized in his throat and shook his head.
"If you want to say something, say it," Heero said coolly.
Duo's face turned bright red again. He knew he was going to regret asking the question once he said it. He took a sip of coffee from his cup and asked with a serious look on his face, though humored by the embarrassment on his face, "Am I gay?"
I had to stop it at that so you guys would come back for the next chapter D :P Review and you'll be loved!
Have fun reading I hope you review and tell me what you think of it.
Note: I don't own any of the characters, though I wish I did. =D
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A blue-eyed perfect solider sat facing an occupied bed. His elbow created a juncture into the cloth-covered surface of the bed as his head rested its weight against his palms. Although it was night, the dreary moon seemed to amplify the atmosphere with both light and intensity. The moonlight lingered past the single, tiny window and bounced off of Heero's face, revealing his unrest feelings.
Heero cursed under his breath as his patience was wearing thin and because his face was betraying the lingering feeling that coursed within his body and heart. He felt weak and angry that his usual impassive shell had been destroyed; it was as if someone or something had purposely stolen the one thing that made him feel superior of others. He felt like hurting the unconscious body that lay before him. The body, that currently laid pale and idle before him, belonged to a violet-eyed boy, named Duo. He was the reason that these foreign feelings were haunting him.
"Open those violet-colored eyes!" Heero shouted into the empty room, winching at his own echo. When had I noticed such a tedious thing like the color of a person's eyes, especially when they belong to such an insignificant person like him? The thought quickly disappeared as he stared at Duo, expecting his eyes to awaken such a loud call from Heero.
The night continued and like the past 2 nights since the incident, Duo remained unconscious. After staying by Duo's side until midnight, Heero would retreat to the couch across from the bed. The one-bed roomed slum was all Heero could afford with the measly wages he earned as a waiter.
----
In his dream state, Heero could feel himself being gently tugged back and forth as if he was a guest on a boat. The dream slowly faded as he realized someone was shaking him. Slowly opening his eyes, he could see a silhouette hovering above him. Reacheing a hand up to cover his face from the sun that streamed through the window, the tricks played by light disappeared and his vision became clear again.
"Um... Hi," Duo said hesitantly. He was squatting before Heero wearing a long sleeved white shirt and black pants.
The instant he spoke, Heero could sense that there was something different. Sure his tone was as placid as usual, but something was missing.
Heero didn't reply, he only looked back at Duo, searching for something that felt misplaced. After a few moments of silence, Duo blushed and startled Heero. "What?" Heero asked; his voice was a lot more offensive than he had wanted to sound.
"It's just that... you were staring at me..." The rosy spots on either side of Duo's cheek deepened as he manage to keep his voice straight as he spoke.
Heero ignored the reply like he always had when someone became embarrassed. Having been naturally stern, he had never understood when someone's cheeks reddened and their words became a mere stutter. "Your braid's uneven, I'll braid it for you," Heero said without hesitation, without the usual lump in the throat when couples would make such an endearing comment. Duo looked as confused as ever; he didn't know whether to be offended or thankful.
As Heero sat up and turned his body so that his feet were on the floor, Duo took the hint to sit down and entrust his hair to Heero.
Reaching his left hand out, Heero grasped tightly to the end of Duo's braid, just before the elastic band that held his braid together. Using his other hand, he gently placed a finger under the band. He watched as locks of smooth brown hair unravel as he removed the band. For reasons unknown to Heero, a brush felt unnecessary as he ran his fingers through Duo's long strands of hair. Time seemed to have stopped for the two, even though the continuous motion of Heero's fingers continued to weave through Duo's hair. Soon, Heero stopped and divided the brown strands into 3 different portions and began braiding. All this was done in mutual silence, as if nature intended it to be so and the 2 boys dared not betray it.
Once Heero had tied the elastic band back on, he got up and went into the restroom, leaving Duo behind on the couching, who was uncertain as to what he should do now.
Sounds of running water and movements within the bathroom could be heard as Duo sat listening and eyeing the room. It was a plain room, with nothing but the couch he was sitting on, an unmade bed, and a chair next to the bed. Scanning the room once again, he noticed the corner of an old, small, wooden drawer on the other side of the bed that he had overlooked earlier. Hesitantly, he got up and walked over to it and without thinking, began looking through the drawers, searching for something that was currently unknown to him. In the last of 3 drawers, he small a few portraits and began looking at them. The pictures were all normal, scenery, pictures of Heero and friends, but the last one caught his attention. It was a picture of Duo, with his arms wrapped around an impassive Heero, a natural grin on his own face. He quickly shoved them back as he realized the bathroom had become silent and a shadow was hovering above him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go into your stuff..." Duo's voice trailed off as he realized Heero was half-listening.
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The two had sat themselves at a table slightly isolated from the rest. Despite the time of day it was in, the cafe was crowded and waiters and waitresses were trying their best to control the havoc of getting everyone's order. There was a certain air of uneasiness as Duo sat across from Heero. Heero appeared cold, yet warm in a way to Duo. Somehow he wasn't intimidated by Heero's certain apathetic feelings towards anything less than serious, but he also knew where to draw the line. After a not so successful joke of 'Is this a date?' when Heero had offered to buy them breakfast, Duo decided he was better off not asking the real question he had in his mind.
Without realizing, Duo snapped back to reality, welcomed by another one of 'what?' stares by Heero. Duo swallowed the lump he had not realized in his throat and shook his head.
"If you want to say something, say it," Heero said coolly.
Duo's face turned bright red again. He knew he was going to regret asking the question once he said it. He took a sip of coffee from his cup and asked with a serious look on his face, though humored by the embarrassment on his face, "Am I gay?"
I had to stop it at that so you guys would come back for the next chapter D :P Review and you'll be loved!