This is my first Gundam Wing fic. Well, it's kinda my second, but since the first one isn't on the net anymore, due to no sucess what so ever, this is my first one...if that makes any sense. This is 1X2. Hope you like it.
WARNING: This is maleXmale relationship. If you don't like such a thing, than please don't read this and bother to flame me about it. There will be some scenes later that might raise the ratings.
DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Gundam Wing and any of the characters in this story. They belong to their respective owners.
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Heero Yuy sat in front of his computer and typed, his hands automatically typing the words that ran in his mind. There was no need for conscious thought as he typed. His training kicked in. But as the door opened to his dorm, he snapped out.
Stopping his typing, he turned around and looked at the door to his room. There was his roommate, just standing there, leaning against the wall, the door slowly closing. "You're late." Heero stated before he turned back to his laptop. "It was a hard mission." Duo retorted as he sat down on his bed, ever movement he made showing the tiredness that ran through his very veins.
Duo looked at the back of the Perfect Soldier. How much did he want the stonic boy to pay attention to him? To ask him if he was hurt? To ask if everything had gone fine? Or even to just look at him for a moment longer, even with the cold cobalt blue eyes. Just anything to do with Heero was enough for the braided pilot.
"Was it a success?" Heero's cold voice asked. He wished he didn't have to be so cold. He really did, but that wasn't the way he had grown up. The training…the training since young age made sure that he hid all his emotions or killed it. And he tried to do so, with the emotion that brew in his heart, but found that it couldn't be killed and it couldn't be hidden easily, like most of his feelings. His mask was slipping, slowly with every moment he spent looking or conversing with the violet eyed boy. And the Perfect Soldier knew it well.
"It was. At the end. But OZ seemed to have known that I was coming! I mean, I got in really easy and then the stealing part was really hard, but that was to be expected, right? I mean, I was trying to steal one of the most protected disks in the world, right? Well, I got it and when I was coming out, the place was crawling with soldiers. I barely got out alive. Man I'm tired!" With his last statement, Duo fell onto his bed, but as he did, he couldn't hide the groan of pain.
Heero looked up sharply from his keyboard and looked towards Duo, who had his eyes closed and a wince visible on his face. His form was clad in black, as usual with the self claimed God of Death, his braid nearly undone, his ruffle bag in the corner of their room near the door and his form looking more or less beat.
Perfect Soldier considered the question for awhile before he asked it. He didn't want to show emotion, even worry, but he couldn't help it. "Are you hurt?" He asked finally, looking at the braided pilot, his mask barely hiding the worry. Duo opened his eyes slightly and the wince faded away into a small smile. "Worried for me, huh?" Heero grunted and looked at Duo with his death glare.
"Just bruised up slightly. I should be fine. I didn't get shot or anything." Inside, Heero sighed in relief, but outside, he just turned back to his laptop and started to type again. "What are you typing anyway? Every single time we are on mission together, you're always typing away on that blasted laptop!" Duo walked to stand behind Heero, looking at the computer screen, wincing as he walked.
"It's not any of your business." Heero told him coldly and carefully saved his work and shut his computer down. He didn't want to continue his work while Duo was there. He couldn't concentrate anyway. "Fine then!" Duo whined and moved to stand near his bed, carefully taking his clothes off, wincing as he was forced to move some of his muscles that was pained. Heero watched as his partner at the corner of his eyes, he appeared to be not doing so by looking into a book.
Duo of course knew that Heero was looking at him. He was a soldier, a gundam pilot to be exact and his senses was one of his biggest assets. Through those assets, Duo could feel that Heero was watching him as he stripped. He took off the black shirt and then the white one, revealing his bruised, muscled chest. Looking down at his own body, he winced. "Man!"
Quickly he took off his black pants and left the black boxers on. "I'm all black and blue!" He announced in despair as he rummaged around to find something else to wear, so he could get changed in the bathroom after his shower.
Heero's heart broke. Duo's body, which was well muscled and lean, was filled with black and blue bruises. They were large and he knew that they would be there for awhile, most likely about few days. He didn't know why he felt so much heart break as he looked at the injuries the braided boy had gathered.
Injuries was another part of being a soldier. They happened as often to him and basically all the soldiers in the world. But what had caused his heart break to see Duo hurt? He had felt only sympathy when the other pilots had been hurt, even near death. He had been worried, but that was all. But even bruises on Duo's body made him angry and his heart break into two pieces.
Seeing that Duo was in the bathroom, Heero put his book down and sat down on his bed, leaning against the wall and pulling his legs close to him. Sitting there like that, he started to think. To organise the emotions that swam in the depth of his heart. Most of them frightened him, but some puzzled him and the others surprised him.
The emotions that ran in him told him that he felt attraction towards Duo. That he cared for the smaller boy, that he wanted the smaller boy in every way. That thought startled him and scared him more than anything else. He moaned slightly at the helplessness of his situation. Duo would never like him that way. He flirted with girls all the time. Duo was a playboy. He was someone that liked girls and girls loved him. Duo could never like guys. It just wouldn't happen.
And if Duo did like guys, what chances was there for Heero? With Duo being so beautiful, he could have anyone he wanted. Why would Duo want Heero? Each of the questions that rang in his mind told him that his chances were slim. Very slim. That Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, probably didn't have a single chance with the braided pilot of Deathscythe he adored so much. He wanted to cry.
He, Heero Yuy, the Gundam pilot of Wing Zero, wanted to cry. Unable to fight his emotions no longer, Heero quickly grabbed his denim jacket to throw over his blue shirt, walked out of the room and headed for wherever his feet took him.
Duo came out of the bathroom, his hair out from it's braid as he had washed it. He felt slightly better after the hot relaxing shower, but when he was faced with the empty room, he really didn't feel any better. Sure, it wasn't as if Heero was going to talk to him even if he was there, but it didn't matter. He just wanted Heero to be there, for the silent company, for just his presence. It always made Duo feel happy, but Heero wasn't there and the room felt too empty, to unfilled.
He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, his brain immediately bringing a picture of Heero up. He sighed. Why? Why couldn't he forget the blue eyed boy? Why was it so hard to even vanish a single picture of the wild haired boy? In his mind, he knew why, but he wouldn't admit it to himself, let alone to Heero.
He knew that there was attraction on his behalf to Heero. It was unavoidable. The boy was a dream with his cold blue eyes and the wild hair. And especially with his lean, yet muscled and strong body. Duo just wanted to be in those arms, to feel the strength in his hold, to just feel the lips under his, to listen to his heart…but it was all a dream.
Duo knew very well that his chances with the pilot of Wing Zero was slim. After all, Heero was so cold to him. He hardly seemed to recognise that he was there, but sometimes, just sometimes, Heero gave Duo hope. Hope that there might be more to them than just friendship. But it was just hope, nothing more. And it broke his heart.
For some reason, Duo Maxwell, the self proclaimed God of Death, Shinigami, wanted to cry and he did. Burying his face into his black pillow, he let tears slip through his eyes and into the pillow cover, letting out all his frustration and the longing that was in his heart.
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Cherry princess