This is a story I wrote a while ago and decided to post here.
The title for this story comes from the song by the same name by Mono. Awesome song, and is what gave me the idea for this story.
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, Bandai, et al. No money is made off of this. This is for fun only.
And, this is slashy, and first person. It didn't want to be written any other way, and I hate writing in first person. Sniffles Poor, poor Duo. Why do I have to torture the characters I love!
Warnings: This contains quite a bit of cussing. Duo turned into quite a potty mouth in some situations...
This story originally had song lyrics quoted at the top of the Duo point of view parts, but as it isn't allowed on here, I took them out...
Comments greatly appreciated.
"Hey, Heero!" I called out as I ran to catch up with my friend. Of course, he didn't say anything; he didn't even turn around. Just kept walking. Sigh. Like that would ever change.
"So, what's on the agenda today?" I asked, cheerful as always, my true self firmly locked away in a little 'box' in my head. Sometimes I think I must have split personalities. But... personalities aren't supposed to know about each other, are they?
Silence descended between us as we walked down the halls of yet another boarding school to a class we shared. I was so tired of school after school. "That much going on, huh? So, I take it we're don't have anything important? Good!"
Heero gave me a slightly questioning glare out of the corner of his eye. "Why is that good?"
"Because..." I trailed off and let my smile get wider. "That means I can relax!" Damn it. Relax, my ass. More like stare at the walls. Maybe it was time to... No! I promised myself.
I spent the next few minutes before the class began being my usual bouncy, chatterbox self.
I wonder how long it would take them to notice something's wrong. If they'd notice...
I was right.
Staring at the walls again. Blowing air over my bangs to get them out of my eyes, I glared up at the ceiling. I barely glanced at Trowa as he entered. With an internal sigh, I prepared myself for another act. Had to keep up appearances.
Going from prone to sitting up in seconds flat, I called out, "Hiya, Trowa!"
The brunette nodded to me before turning to his desk.
Maybe it was time to go out... Being snubbed by Trowa made me even more depressed. "I always get roomed with the silent type," I moaned, hands in my hair. "Next time, I pick the roommates! At least I can get Quatre or Wufei to do more than nod or growl 'I'm going to kill you!'"
Trowa, having learned from long experience to tune me out when I'm chattering, didn't turn from the pile of papers he pulled out of some secret drawer.
"Ah, forget it." Grabbing my coat and ball cap, I pushed the window open. "I'm going out. Don't wait up!"
At least our room was on the first floor, so I didn't have to worry about shimmying down a drainpipe.
Every pilot had a different type of reconnaissance when we get to a new location. For me, I checked the area out, looking for what only seems to be dead end alleys, planning escape routes and short cuts.
That, and I always found the seediest, dirtiest bars and made sure I knew the entrances and exits. Just in case I couldn't take the pressure anymore and had to let my shields down.
After all, there's no place like home.
This town wasn't any different. I knew five different ways to get out of town, both with the other pilots and by myself. And, here I was, across the street from the Black Rose, a real dive of a bar.
