Title: I Want to Touch the Sky Part 1 of 4
Author: HeeroDuo1x2x1
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Disclaimer: Erm…. Well, as per usual, I really honestly DON'T Gundam Wing. If I did, I'd be rich and able to laugh at everyone else. But alas, I do not. So if you even CONSIDER SUING ME….. I'll sick the flesh-eating demon bed-babies on you!! (Also not mine! A biscuit to the first to guess correctly who owns the bed-babies!)

Genre: I wish I knew.

Warnings/Rating: 1+2/2+1 Erm, kinda molesting of Duoness… Lotsa cursing. Duo POV, PG-15 (13 year-olds shouldn't read this, but it's not quite R… erm…) Stuff….

My legs dangled dejectedly over the dock, and my eyes were focused on the slowly moving water of the clear crystal creek. I frowned as I saw my reflection, the smear of dirt across my face. All my efforts where ruined. My bike was totally destroyed, and that was my only escape from this cold, hateful place we call planet Earth. I've always loved the feeling of wind against my face, and the bike made me feel as though I were flying. It's silly, I know, but it calmed me down and kept me from doing things I would later regret.

I sighed, leaning back to lie down. I stared up at the sky, watching the clouds roll by undisturbed. Closing my eyes, I felt the sun's warmth on my face. A shadow suddenly blocked the sun and I sat bolt upright, nearly falling into the shallow creek. I hastily wiped the dirt smear off my cheek and looked at the man before me loathingly. He had unruly dark brown hair and a smug look on his pale face. Eyes like frozen cobalt glared at me from behind violet tinted sunglasses. One arm was crossed across his black clad chest as the other adjusts the trench coat that I had rustled when I scurried away.

"Who the heck are you?" I snarled, my eyes narrowed and sending back as much warmth as an ice cube. I got to my feet, pulling the sleeve of my shirt back into place.

He smirked at me, "Heero Yuy. And you are Duo Maxwell, unless I'm mistaken. Although I doubt that."

My purple-blue eyes stayed locked on his cobalt eyes, "Yeah? Well, Heero, what the heck do you want? I didn't tell you that you could follow me here!"

"No, I suppose you didn't." He said, his eyes slowly taking in my body. He quirked an eyebrow at the normal ensemble that was my outfit. I wore a tight fitting black tee-shirt, and the shorts I wore, just barely reaching my knees where loose and comfortable, but still showed off my slightly feminine appearance. I'd been ridiculed because of it before. People sometimes went up to me and asked if I was male or female, and grown men even asking me why such a "pretty girl" was out so late. That hurt the most.

He continued to scrutinize me with his eyes. His eyebrow dropped, "I figured you'd be older."

"What's that s'posed to mean?" I exclaimed, taking a step forward and glaring daggers at the man called Heero.

"And possibly more mature." He ignored my question purposely! It infuriated me. I stalked towards him, hands balled into fists and a look of rage on my face.

"Heeey!! Don't judge me, man! I'm very mature! You're just pissin' me off!" I crossed my arms and looked down, "Just what the hell do you want, anyway?"

    He smirked and somehow ended up behind me. I shrieked and whirled around, only to feel an excessive amount of pain on my scalp. The bastard had pulled my hair, and that pissed me off more than his remark about my maturity.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU JERK?!" I wailed, pulling my braid out of his reach and punching him in the jaw. I blinked and took a step towards the shocked man. "Oh, man, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to punch you. Okay, I did mean to punch you, but I didn't mean to hit your face!"

He said nothing, and only glared half-heartedly at me, his lips pulled up into a small smirk. He waved his hand in dismissal, and then opened and closed his mouth a few times. "You're stronger than you look."

I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or otherwise, so I just shrugged. Not looking at him, instead focusing on something behind him, I said, "I'm assuming you meant that in good faith."

Heero nodded, moving his head ever so slightly so that I was once again looking directly into his eyes. "There are very few other ways to interpret it."

I shook my head, looking down, "Whatever," I sighed, "You didn't tell me what you wanted…"

I felt his hand, quite suddenly, lift my face up and saw his eyes, not dulled by the sunglasses, gazing thoughtfully into my own. I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, pull my eyes away. He smiled, his other hand coming up to stroke my cheek gently. I cringed, or at least I thought I did. In fact, I stood completely immobile, something about his eyes keeping my body from responding to what I would tell it.

His smile never faltered, and it was small, almost invisible as he whispered, "Simple," he leaned forward, kissing me lightly on my slightly parted lips, "I want you."

My eyes had slid closed by this time, and when I opened them, he was gone. I stood there dumbfounded, staring ahead without actually seeing. I lifted one hand and touched my lips, before shaking my head. It couldn't have been real, it was impossible that I was unable to move, that I couldn't do anything to push Heero away.

I hurried off the dock and down the road towards the spot where I had left my dilapidated bike, stopping dead in my tracks at what I saw. My bike, decrepit only half an hour earlier, laid on the ground where I left it, now in one piece and waiting. I took a few cautious steps forward, kneeling down next to the bike with a look of awe on my face. Tagged to the handlebar was a small handwritten note stating in bold print, "You are mine."

I shivered unconsciously, now fully believing that what had happened wasn't just a dream and that I had actually been left completely unguarded against Heero. It royally pissed me off. I tore the tag off, glaring harshly at it as I ripped it into confetti.

"See that, Heero? I am not yours! Fuck, I don't even know who the hell you are!" I yelled into the sky angrily, snatching my bike up and shooting away from the dock and it's surrounding areas in a hurry.

I heard his voice in my head, 'Go on thinking that, I'll prove you otherwise.'

I looked around angrily, shouting, "Get out of my head!"

My house loomed in the distance, and I sped up, somehow knowing that if I could just reach it, I'd be safe. I had a feeling he'd give me peace there. I didn't know this, but I felt it had to be true. I hopped off my bike and ran up the driveway, throwing my bike into the garage without hesitation and slid into my house almost as quickly.

The kitchen was empty, and the lights where off in every room except the living room. I scurried into the living room, a look a dread on my face, "Mom! You'll never believe what just happened to m—!"

"Hello, again, Duo." There, sitting on my couch opposite my mother, was Heero, that same smug smirk on his face as before.

'You can't get rid of me simply by running away.' His voice echoed through my mind again, and I sneered.

"What are you doing here?! Get out!" I snarled through gritted teeth, my hands clenching into fists again. He just smiled as my mother stood up.

"Duo! What's gotten into you?" my mother exclaimed, looking apologetically at Heero, "This young man will be boarding with us. He's rented the room."

"He's what?!" I yelled in a shrill voice, narrowing my eyes, "What about Quatre's older sister?"

My mother shrugged, her eyes suddenly vacant and lifeless, like a porcelain doll, "She didn't call back on time," she stared at me, as Heero watched her, "So I rented the room to Mr. Yuy."

I was appalled. He was easily controlling every word my mother said without any effort whatsoever. I glared coldly at him as my mother's eyes returned to normal and she shook her head in confusion. She shrugged it off, and sat back down.

"Why don't you show him to the room?" she said, a bit dazed.

"I'd rath—" I began, only to be cut off by Heero's sudden hand on my shoulder and his voice replacing mine. I hadn't even seen him stand up.

"Yes, I think that would be quite nice. Don't you, Duo?" His eyes bore into mine and I looked away, not wanting to go anywhere with him, but having no way to get around it.

I sighed in annoyance and turned away towards the stairs, "Yeah, whatever."

I knew he was following me as I started up the stairs without enthusiasm. Why couldn't my mother see that I was, though I really hate to admit it, scared of him? Was he somehow making her see something else than what was actually happening? That thought made me hate him. If he had messed with her mind more than just putting words in her mouth, I'd kill him. I would kill him if he even harmed a hair on her head. He infuriated me, but I couldn't help but feel as though my hate was unfounded, that it was wrong. I had this part of me saying that I was his. That I should just give into him and let him have me.  That part of me also wanted to sneak glances of him as I reached the top of the stairs and I felt him come up next to me. I felt his eyes burn into the back of my skull and I sulked down a bit, unnerved by the feeling.

"The room is that way." I stated simply, not trusting myself to say anymore as I pointed to the door on my immediate right.

"Why don't you show me to the door?" He asked, his voice mischievous.

I turned and glared shrewdly at him, "Why don't you leave me alone and show yourself to that door?" I bellowed, pointing down the stairs and to the front door.

He smiled loosely and confidently, taking a step towards me. I took a step back. "Don't come near me, you freak!"

He continued to smile, quickly closing the distance between us. "I'd rather make sure my property is close by."

Heero seized my arm and leaned close to me with the look of a predator on his face. He caught my lips roughly, urging his tongue into my mouth as if I where a rag doll and not struggling against him. He pushed me against the wall roughly, his hands holding me there with very little effort. I shouted angrily into his mouth, and he shoved himself against me in an effort to silence me. Despite how much I was fighting, that small little part of me was enjoying it, wishing I'd stop moving and instead stay still and allow Heero to do as he pleased. I knew better, my reason understood that it wasn't some inner part of me secretly wanting to feel him, it was him inside of my head telling me that's what I wanted. He was messing with my mind, trying to make me enjoy it. What was terrible was that it was beginning to work. I felt myself relax, my mouth beginning to open for him. 

This small fact was all that it took. It gave me a small burst of energy, enough to push Heero away from me. He stumbled backwards, nearly falling down the stairs. His eyes and face smiled eerily at me as he wiped his mouth and straightened his coat with an apparent sigh.

"I suppose I should have known better than to try any tricks on you," He looked at me with blank eyes, "They don't work on you. Any other person, male or female, would have given in the moment I wanted them to. You fought it from the beginning."

"So what's that supposed to mean?!" I asked incredulously.

"You passed." He said simply, shrugging and turning away towards his room. I snorted and grabbed his arm.

"What the fuck do you mean, you bastard!?" I asked again, not releasing his arm, "You owe me an answer."

He paused and turned to look at me, his face deathly serious. "It means," he began with annoyance, "that you've earned my respect and proved what I already knew. I won't come near you unless I feel you want me to, and I will not do anything to upset you. Understand?"

I stared at him blindly and nodded, my voice only a whisper, "Yeah, crystal clear."

He smiled gently and walked casually into his room and closed the door slowly. He took one last glance at me before it snapped shut, and I followed his example and entered my bedroom down the hall.

I slid down the door once it was closed, and for the second time that day, put my fingers to my lips where Heero had kissed me. I didn't know what to think. His influence was gone, obviously, but I still had this feeling in my chest. It wasn't the feeling of giving in that had been influenced by Heero, but it was similar. I felt devoid, and for some odd reason, alone. I'd never felt like that before, and it scared me more than the fact that Heero could control, with difficulty, my emotions. I sighed and licked my lips unconsciously, the taste of Heero still lingering, I shook my head violently.

"What's happening to me?" I asked myself aloud, baffled by the rampant emotions and the tightness in my chest. I knew he wasn't influencing me, so why did I feel so… weird? Was the reason I was able to thwart his influence because I had some form of emotional connection to him? I didn't know, but the moment these thoughts began to pound in my mind, a quiet knock came upon my door.

A/N:  Well, I hope you like this!! I have the first half of this fic done, (mostly) and the next chapter will be up… let's say the 3rd of January. I've never been very punctual, and that's really just a guideline date. But It'll be up within the next two weeks, I promise!! I just have to make some minor tweaks and finish it up. Unfortunately… Chapter 3 & 4 have yet to be written. They are outlined, however, and both chapters should be up by 3 February. If they aren't, feel free to throw something at me.