Standard disclaimers apply here as always. I do not own Duo, Relena, Heero, Quatre(wish I did though) Trowa et. al. This is just a baaaad fic. And a yaoi one at that. Enjoy.
Starlight
A falling star. It was very beautiful shining it's pencil thin light across the expansive darkness of the evening sky. "Make a wish," I murmur to myself never fully comfortable with the idea of total silence.
The things I could wish for. There was always the oh so generic wishes, peace, happiness money, love… At that thought my mind wanders back to the image of the one I love. Not Hilde, as some may have suspected, she's a good friend, nothing more, but to another. He was something I had had a great longing for. The longing that baffled even me.
Heero Yuy was about as cold as they could get. It's impossible to have a polite conversation with him. Believe me I try. He's always clacking away at that laptop. I think I have yet to see the boy smile. He is my antithesis. And I have never been so pulled towards anything in my whole life.
Not that he'd notice. He's so concerned with our missions and defeating Oz and that stupid bitch. That's definitely not a nice way to speak of the qwueen of the world. I don't even think it fits her so forgive me. I think insipid idiot is the best way to describe Queen Relena Daulien Peacecraft. Always with the Heero, come back to me, and Heero I'm waiting for you and the Heero come kill me. I wish he would kill her already and get it over with.
All right so I'm a tad jealous. Just a little bit. Then I remind myself that Heero couldn't kill me either. Although somedays I wish he did. Then I wouldn't be torturing myself now. I feel a sniffle coming on. This is horrible. Boys don't cry. Especially not about there feelings for other boys.
But the stars up there look so bright tonight. I wish I had someone to share them with. It's almost worth it to see the look on Heeros face if I asked him. I could just see the conversation. Me - Oh Hee-Chan the stars look so bright tonight. Come watch them as we consummate our love. Heero - Omae o korusu- Then most likely a swift punch in the gut. Oh so painful.
Or maybe he wouldn't mind. Maybe he'd want to come out here and look at the stars with me. We could make wishes and look for constellations, and forget things for a little while. Pretty lame dream eh?
Maybe it is and maybe it isn't. One of these days maybe I'll get up the nerve to try it. And hopefully not get myself killed. I vow one thing however. I will not become obsessive like that Peacecraft. I can handle rejection. After all doesn't death always travel alone?
That's the future. Concentrating on the here and now I focus on the area were I first saw the light of the shootin star. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly I make a wish. For a part of Heero Yuy.
Then throwing my braid over my shoulder, my carefree smile returning I walk back towards the house.