Ta da! My first fluff! Enjoy! Oh, and I don't own Gundam Wing. And I'd sell my crap stories if I could, but no one would buy them and I'd get fined. So I just post them here instead, hoping to be showered with praise. ^_^
The struggle was almost more than I could take. Pushing me to the edge. Digging. The fear of war, the agony of pain, I had been able to push these aside without effort since childhood. But this was different. This was a feeling of sheer ecstasy, of unimaginable emotional pain, of a deep craving. A distracting feeling that I neither wanted nor understood. A feeling that I got when I thought of…. him.
"Duo," Heero said, glancing up from his laptop. He was sitting on the couch beside Duo. "You shouldn't eat those. They're not healthy."
Duo looked down guiltily at the bag of potato chips on his lap that he'd been munching on while channel surfing. "No, I guess not…"
Heero turned back to his laptop and continued typing. After a few moments Duo said, "It's a good thing we're roommates, Heero. I almost got stuck with Wufei."
"Hn."
"I think he's a little obsessive-compulsive."
"Hn."
"Just making conversation."
"Hn."
"..." Duo turned off the TV and went into the bedroom. Heero could hear him flop down on one of the twin beds.
I tried not to talk to him. I tried to ignore him, to ignore that burning feeling I got whenever I was near him. And when I spoke to him, what usually came out was criticism. Of course I didn't mean it; he was perfect. And I didn't want to be cruel, but I felt that if I allowed myself to be nice to him, I might go too far. I might scar him, might push him away. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. Ad so I stayed in the dark.
Duo came out of the kitchen, munching on an apple. "Hey Heero, wanna come jogging?"
Heero stopped polishing his gun and looked at Duo for a moment, then said, "Can't. Busy."
Duo looked like he was going to say something, but only sighed and went out the door. Heero continued polishing for a few more minutes, and then went to the window. He watched longingly as Duo jogged by on the sidewalk, his long, chestnut brown braid flowing gracefully behind him.
He turned from the window and looked fondly around the living room, filled with Duo's little messes: wrappers from candies and fast food on the coffee table, a pair of pants draped over a chair, a rubix cube lying in the middle of the floor. He sighed wistfully and leaned against the wall, letting himself slowly sink to the floor.
There was something in his eyes, as if he were being let down. It tore me apart. I wanted to scream, to tell him I was sorry, to tell him how I felt. And I so badly wanted to go with him, to fallow him everywhere he went, to be always by his side. Try as I might to push these emotions away, they remained, relentless, consuming me from within. If I struggled against these mixed feelings for much longer, I would surely go mad.
Late that night, Heero awoke to hear Duo stirring in his sleep. For no reason at all, Heero got out of his bed and walked over to Duo's. He knelt down beside the bed and gazed at Duo's peaceful, sleeping face in the dim moonlight. Time seemed to stop completely.
After what could have been a few seconds or a few hours, Heero bent over Duo's face and brushed his cheek lightly with his lips. Then he went back to his bed.
"I love you, Duo," he whispered.
Duo stirred again, then said faintly, "I love you, Heero."
~Owari
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