Namae wo Tsukete Yaru
(I'll Give You A Name)
© Winter 2002: BjdIII
Okay, well, I guess you're wondering why it says this story is © to BjdIII, when I'm now known as Lady Pax. Well, this was my first shounen-ai/yaoi fic *ever*, and I had began writing it sometime during January or something – so I guess you can call January 'winter', even though all the seasons all feel the same here in Houston – hot and humid – and I was BjdIII then. But I lost it when my computer crashed (for the second time), and I gave up trying to write any shounen-ai fics because of that. Call me paranoid if you must, but I think it's a pretty liable reason not to write shounen-ai! But that's beyond the point… Fast forward to August 30, 2002. I found it, and realized that it was my *best* shounen-ai/yaoi fic in my creation (doesn't that tell you somethin'…)!! But then I noticed it wasn't finished… So I decided to rewrite it to make it better (since my writing skills have *greatly* improved) and 'hire' a beta reader named Tony. And he LIKED it (I e-mailed it to him)!!! And guess what? Tony is having a phone conversation with me right now! Say "hi!" Tony!!
Tony: "hi!" Tony!!
A/N: -_-;; That's the *oldest* thing, Tony. But anyways, roll the disclaimah!
Tony: ... -_- never even a THANK-YOU or PLEASE...NO RESPECT AT ALL!!!! Why don't you get any muses to do it for you?
A/N: because they're all on a *very* late summer vaca. without me.... *sigh* They went to Galveston, too! They're staying in a beach house on the far, north end of Galveston Beach!! THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!!! *sighs* At least I have my Neko Duo and Neko Zechs! *glomps poor kitties*
Tony: o_O Uh...right.... *steps away from the crazy authoress* ::Fifteen Miles Away:: I think this is far enough. Anywayz...here's the bacon!
A/N: it's beef, Tony – BEEF!!! And please forgive the way the story is made…you know, with the different POVs and stuff. This is my first ever story like that, and it was hard to make it like that since I'm not used to making fics in first person!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing – so now you can't sue me!! And if you do, and you win the case, you'll only get my shoes, and my old useless collection of tiny hairclips that my grandmas keep sending because they think I still have thin hair like when I was four!! *takes deep breath* Onto the fic!! And I hope you like the pairing 2+3, and with side couples as 4+1 – but if you don't read it anyway! PLEASE!!! And reviews and any kind of feedbacks (that includes flames) are greatly appreciated! ^_^
…And so our story begins…
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Chapter 1
[Duo]
I felt sorry for him – truly, I did. He always had that aura around him that gave me the feeling that he didn't have a very memorable childhood. Actually, none of us Gundam pilots did. Well, not as much as we'd have wanted it to be. I mean, sure, there were the good times – but overall our pasts were something most of us wanted to let go of…to forget. I wanted to make his pain go away – or at least cease existing for a small amount of time.
So he would think he was more than just an unnamed soldier – more than just 'Nanashii'.
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I peered into the music room of our fairly large safehouse. I couldn't see anything, the rain was making to many shadows fall across the nearly empty room. I stepped in cautiously, half-hoping Trowa was in there, half-hoping he wasn't.
I wasn't nervous – okay, so maybe I was. But not *half* as nervous as Quatre had been when he proclaimed his love for Heero. But then again, he was the only pilot out of us five that wasn't aware Heero loved him too.
I still remember how I used to love Heero – and how I wanted him to love me, too. But then I realized that I didn't love him. It was just adoration. The adoration of the stereotypical war-hero. So when Heero said so clearly and painfully that he didn't love me it hurt me so much—But that's a different story. Then I realized who I really loved and cared for.
And his name was 'Nanashii'.
I scanned the music room. No – Trowa wasn't there. But his silver flute was out of the long, thin case, and I walked towards it.
With slightly trembling fingers, I lifted the silver instrument and fingered the holes – and the end of it where his lips had touched countless times.
"Duo, what are you doing here?"
I swear I jumped a foot in the air when I heard the voice, and I almost dropped Trowa's flute. I put it down somewhere near where I had found it, next to the open case, and turned around trying to look as innocent and un-shaken as possible.
I breathed an audible sigh of relief when I saw it was Quatre. For a moment I thought it had been Trowa – and if it had been, I never would have heard the end of it.
"Hey, Q-man!" I said jovially. I walked towards him, flipping my braid casually over my shoulder, and began walking past him and to the exit.
"Duo…" Quatre said softly
Uh-oh. I didn't like that tone.
I turned around slowly and unsurely. "Yeah, Q?" I asked in my best cheerful voice I could muster.
"You shouldn't hide your feelings like this," he said.
"What feelings?" I asked, smiling confusedly. He must have seen right through me though, because I was starting to squirm unnoticeably under his steady, bright aqua gaze.
"You know what I'm talking about, Duo," he said exasperatedly. "Just tell him. The worst that could happen is for him to reject you. I don't mean to make it sound hard," he added when he saw me wince, "but if he does…it's not the end of the world, Duo. If he rejects you, then you know he was never the one for you."
"If who rejects Duo?" came a voice. Quatre and I turned around to see Heero walking towards us. He looked and Quatre, and smiled. "Koi, I've been looking all over for you," he said lowly, putting his arms around Quatre's waist and nuzzling his neck. Quatre smiled.
I stared at them. I was slightly amused at how freely they showed their emotions – or rather, how freely *Heero* showed his emotions. Quatre never really had that 'I'm-Mr.-Monotonous-And-I'm-Never-Going-To-Feel-Anything' problem that the Wing pilot did, or *had*, rather. He also looked at how Quatre seemed to just curve into Heero's body, like they were made for each other – as if they once been one original piece, broken in two equal parts and then joined together by a twist of fate.
Quatre opened his eyes from the kiss Heero had currently engaged him in, and then remembered Duo right before them, obviously watching. He did all but rip his lips away from Heero's, and cleared his throat.
"I'm so sorry, Duo," he said apologetically. "I—we...don't...didn't—" Quatre was upset, I could see that, but I shrugged the apology off.
"Don't worry about it, Q," I said. "But I do feel hurt that Heero had to play Mr. Tease and stop you from telling me some information," I said in a fake, hurt voice.
Heero rolled his eyes, though he was obviously glad to see that I was completely over him by now, and spoke:
"I think I'll leave now..." Then he disappeared beyond the doorway.
Quatre turned back to me. "Duo, you should just tell him – get it over with. Trowa is hurting...badly." I felt my insides freeze. Trowa was hurting? Trowa got hurt? Huh? HOW COME I WAS NOT INFORMED!?!?? My mind was sending off profanities cursing Trowa's injuries – whatever they were – a mile a minute. Cursing that I was not there to protect him.
"He's hurt?" I inquired in a weak voice. Quatre's eyes opened wide.
"Oh! Not physically, Duo!" he exclaimed worriedly.
I breathed another loud sigh of relief.
"He hurts mentally...emotionally..." he said softly. "He needs someone, Duo. And maybe that someone could be you." He paused, then said, "Trowa's in the kitchen. I think he went to get some water or something – he should be back to playing on his flute in no time." Then, with his piece said and done, he walked out – probably to find Heero and finish what they had started in front of me.
'And it's times like this I wish I didn't have the room next to theirs...' I thought, trying to put some cheer in my brain. Then I realized what Quatre just said. 'I think he went to get some water or something – he should be back to playing his flute in no time.' I panicked. He'd be here any second, and then I'd do something stupid like tell him I loved him or...or...or something!
But isn't that what you wanted? his conscience argued.
'Not this way!!' Duo thought, and ran to the exit of the music room.
Meanwhile, in the weapons room of the safehouse....
"You locked the door, right, koi?" Heero asked, watching Duo ran towards the door of the music room.
Quatre nodded and sat in the chair next to Heero's. He leaned against his shoulder, and Heero draped his arm around his torso. He gently pressed his lips against the flaxen hair that covered his koibito's head. Quatre sighed.
"Where's Wufei?" Heero asked, noticing from another TV screen to his right that Trowa was walking to the back entrance of the music room – near Duo's room.
"He's waiting in Duo's room. He'll lock the door as soon as Trowa enters. Then – hopefully – Duo or Trowa will cave in and tell each other their feelings. I just hope it works," said Quatre.
"It'll work," Heero said lowly. He saw Trowa enter the music room, and he almost smiled. 'I'm sure...'
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A/N: Ooh...what do Heero, Quatre, and Wufei have up their sleeves (or tank top straps or whatever)!? Keep reading and reviewing to find out!!
... Personally, I don't think this is such a bad job since I started this in January – and it's my *FIRST EVER* yaoi/shounen-ai fic (I know, I said that on my 'Don't Be Sorry' fic...but this is my FIRST one!)
Please r&r!!!