After my long hiatus from the lovely Gundam Wing section, I realize that motivation is truly a beautiful thing, ne minna-san? =^_^= Here's part 2 for this little fic of mine. I don't own Gundam Wing, sorry. We'll just have to deal with Relena in fics, I suppose... or do we?
New Year's: Duo's Part
by Duo Maxwell... and that neko-shoujo too. (^_^)Xxxxx
"Ah." He says.
Maybe he thinks there's more to me cutting my hair than just wanting to. Hell, I wanna tell him, but not now. I don't wanna spoil the moment. He just looks too damn cute on the floor like that. I bet he was running around his house frantically trying to clean up.
Despite appearances, I am not a total slob. I actually prefer a nice clean house. Some would think otherwise if they ever saw me and Heero's room... but hey, HE'S the slob, not me! I'd always be cleaning up after that damn guy. I tell you, some people are just gross like that. Like this one time when I found a reeeeeeally stiff sock under his bed...well I won't go into details, but it was just GROSS, okay?
"So now that I'm here, do you plan on showin' me around or what, Wu-man?" I ask, hands on my hips. He's still kneeling on the floor just staring up at where my hair used to be. Looking at him, I can tell he's dying to ask me why I cut it. Well... sore wa himitsu desu! (~_^)Xxxxx
"I'll show you around after this mess is cleaned up." He says, getting up off his knees and dropping the busted up dragon in the trash can as he walks past me. God he smells good. Coming back into the living room, he walks up behind me and tugs on my shoulder length hair kept back in a small ponytail much the way his would be if his hair were tied back. "So what brought this on, Duo?"
I try not to let his warm breath tickle my ear too much, but at the same time I want to lean closer and... *ahem* Bad Shinigami. BAD. "You really wanna know that badly?"
He moves out infront of me, then plops himself down onto the couch. "Yes."
I nod, then sit beside him. "Fine, your funeral."
He snorts. I love how he tries to act cold. It would be almost like living with Heero again, except Heero really was. Oh yeah.. why I cut my hair... right. I clear my throat and begin to tell him how it happened.
*****
I came home late like I always did. Hirde expected it by now. She always made dinner later in the evening anyhow. That paticular night when I walked into the kitchen expecting to see a nice steak on the table, I saw Heero there instead. Any moron knew Heero and I had history. But this was totally unexpected.
"Uh, hi Heero" I said, trying not to sound confused.
Heero nodded at me and gave a small grunt. He didn't look too happy.
'This is gonna be bad' I thought to myself as Heero stared almost through me. He had those kind of eyes. The kind that burn right into you and can see the very depths of your being. It's a really freaky thing, but at the same time, it's kinda cool I guess.
"What brings you here? It's been almost a month I thought you were dead." I know it sounded morbid, but I tend to look on the bad side of things, despite appearances. I'm not the happy-go-lucky guy everyone thinks I am. Only the people that really know me know that... and not too many people really know me.
Heero looked through me again and shrugged. "I have some bad news, Duo."
Nothing like getting right to the point. I nodded and made myself more comortable on the rickety little chair that Hirde insisted on keeping. "Well? Go on." I encouraged. I just wanted this to be over with. Bad news is not something I enjoy. Not at all. And Heero knew this, I wondered why he was prolonging this. Usually he was so direct, but now... I don't know.
Then I felt Hirde's hand rest itself on my shoulder. This must be really bad if Hirde is ALREADY comforting me. I look up at her, then back at Heero. I thought for almost a split second I saw pain sweep across his face. Maybe it was just my imagination though.
A deep breath, then Heero let out the bad news.
"They're dead, Duo."
I stood up, almost knocking Hirde over in the process. "WHAT?! Who's dead?!"
"Relena... Lady Une... Mariemeia... they're dead." Heero said quietly.
"How?" I was officially shocked. I'm usually more talkative than that.
"Lady Une and Mariemeia were accompanying Relena on one of her embassy trips when it happened. A terrorist bombed the spacecraft. Everyone died." Heero was so direct. You gotta admire that about him. Considering how close he and Relena were, I was surprised he was even talking at the moment.
"Are you okay, Heero?" I asked, laying my hand on his.
He looked up at me, almost with disgust. "I'll never be okay. She was my strength, now what do I do!?" Heero snapped at me, pulling his hand away. "You'll never understand what it's like to lose someone like that! No one will!"
...And with that, he ran out of my house.
A week later, they found his body. Apparently, he just couldn't take living without his purpose. To protect that girl. Once she was gone, Heero felt he was no longer needed in this life. So he drown himself.
That's when I decided to cut myself loose from all that. I knew how much Heero liked my hair, so I cut it all off and buried it with him. I owed him that much.
*****
Wufei's just staring at me right now. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, the look he's giving me.
"How long ago was this? Why didn't someone tell me that Heero died?" Wufei asked me quietly.
I shrugged, trying not to think of Heero. "Maybe a week ago. It hasn't been reported or on the news because of who he is. Plus Heero wouldn't have wanted some grand funeral service anyway. It's not his sytle."
Wufei nodded. "Still, I wish someone would have told me."
"I just did, Wu-man."
He sighed. God he's adorable. "Well, this is a rather morbid way to start my vacation..."
I couldn't help but laugh at him. I guess I really needed it. Losing Heero was really tough on me and Wufei softened the blow, even if it was just a little bit. "Try to just let go, Wu. Heero was never really one for all that dramatic shit."
"True. But still, I can't believe he did that. It's so unlike him."
"Let's face it, anything was unlike Heero. Besides he had a deathwish from day one. He finally got what he-" No. I am NOT crying right now...
I could feel Wufei edge closer to me on the couch and lay an affirming hand on my shoulder. All I could do was cry even more. Damn it.
END part 2
Ooooh so Heero's dead? How will everyone cope? And so close to the New Year too... aww poor Gundamgumi ;_; See you in the next part! Jaaaa!
=^_^=
Shinigami Baby
New Year's: Duo's Part
by Duo Maxwell... and that neko-shoujo too. (^_^)Xxxxx
"Ah." He says.
Maybe he thinks there's more to me cutting my hair than just wanting to. Hell, I wanna tell him, but not now. I don't wanna spoil the moment. He just looks too damn cute on the floor like that. I bet he was running around his house frantically trying to clean up.
Despite appearances, I am not a total slob. I actually prefer a nice clean house. Some would think otherwise if they ever saw me and Heero's room... but hey, HE'S the slob, not me! I'd always be cleaning up after that damn guy. I tell you, some people are just gross like that. Like this one time when I found a reeeeeeally stiff sock under his bed...well I won't go into details, but it was just GROSS, okay?
"So now that I'm here, do you plan on showin' me around or what, Wu-man?" I ask, hands on my hips. He's still kneeling on the floor just staring up at where my hair used to be. Looking at him, I can tell he's dying to ask me why I cut it. Well... sore wa himitsu desu! (~_^)Xxxxx
"I'll show you around after this mess is cleaned up." He says, getting up off his knees and dropping the busted up dragon in the trash can as he walks past me. God he smells good. Coming back into the living room, he walks up behind me and tugs on my shoulder length hair kept back in a small ponytail much the way his would be if his hair were tied back. "So what brought this on, Duo?"
I try not to let his warm breath tickle my ear too much, but at the same time I want to lean closer and... *ahem* Bad Shinigami. BAD. "You really wanna know that badly?"
He moves out infront of me, then plops himself down onto the couch. "Yes."
I nod, then sit beside him. "Fine, your funeral."
He snorts. I love how he tries to act cold. It would be almost like living with Heero again, except Heero really was. Oh yeah.. why I cut my hair... right. I clear my throat and begin to tell him how it happened.
*****
I came home late like I always did. Hirde expected it by now. She always made dinner later in the evening anyhow. That paticular night when I walked into the kitchen expecting to see a nice steak on the table, I saw Heero there instead. Any moron knew Heero and I had history. But this was totally unexpected.
"Uh, hi Heero" I said, trying not to sound confused.
Heero nodded at me and gave a small grunt. He didn't look too happy.
'This is gonna be bad' I thought to myself as Heero stared almost through me. He had those kind of eyes. The kind that burn right into you and can see the very depths of your being. It's a really freaky thing, but at the same time, it's kinda cool I guess.
"What brings you here? It's been almost a month I thought you were dead." I know it sounded morbid, but I tend to look on the bad side of things, despite appearances. I'm not the happy-go-lucky guy everyone thinks I am. Only the people that really know me know that... and not too many people really know me.
Heero looked through me again and shrugged. "I have some bad news, Duo."
Nothing like getting right to the point. I nodded and made myself more comortable on the rickety little chair that Hirde insisted on keeping. "Well? Go on." I encouraged. I just wanted this to be over with. Bad news is not something I enjoy. Not at all. And Heero knew this, I wondered why he was prolonging this. Usually he was so direct, but now... I don't know.
Then I felt Hirde's hand rest itself on my shoulder. This must be really bad if Hirde is ALREADY comforting me. I look up at her, then back at Heero. I thought for almost a split second I saw pain sweep across his face. Maybe it was just my imagination though.
A deep breath, then Heero let out the bad news.
"They're dead, Duo."
I stood up, almost knocking Hirde over in the process. "WHAT?! Who's dead?!"
"Relena... Lady Une... Mariemeia... they're dead." Heero said quietly.
"How?" I was officially shocked. I'm usually more talkative than that.
"Lady Une and Mariemeia were accompanying Relena on one of her embassy trips when it happened. A terrorist bombed the spacecraft. Everyone died." Heero was so direct. You gotta admire that about him. Considering how close he and Relena were, I was surprised he was even talking at the moment.
"Are you okay, Heero?" I asked, laying my hand on his.
He looked up at me, almost with disgust. "I'll never be okay. She was my strength, now what do I do!?" Heero snapped at me, pulling his hand away. "You'll never understand what it's like to lose someone like that! No one will!"
...And with that, he ran out of my house.
A week later, they found his body. Apparently, he just couldn't take living without his purpose. To protect that girl. Once she was gone, Heero felt he was no longer needed in this life. So he drown himself.
That's when I decided to cut myself loose from all that. I knew how much Heero liked my hair, so I cut it all off and buried it with him. I owed him that much.
*****
Wufei's just staring at me right now. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, the look he's giving me.
"How long ago was this? Why didn't someone tell me that Heero died?" Wufei asked me quietly.
I shrugged, trying not to think of Heero. "Maybe a week ago. It hasn't been reported or on the news because of who he is. Plus Heero wouldn't have wanted some grand funeral service anyway. It's not his sytle."
Wufei nodded. "Still, I wish someone would have told me."
"I just did, Wu-man."
He sighed. God he's adorable. "Well, this is a rather morbid way to start my vacation..."
I couldn't help but laugh at him. I guess I really needed it. Losing Heero was really tough on me and Wufei softened the blow, even if it was just a little bit. "Try to just let go, Wu. Heero was never really one for all that dramatic shit."
"True. But still, I can't believe he did that. It's so unlike him."
"Let's face it, anything was unlike Heero. Besides he had a deathwish from day one. He finally got what he-" No. I am NOT crying right now...
I could feel Wufei edge closer to me on the couch and lay an affirming hand on my shoulder. All I could do was cry even more. Damn it.
END part 2
Ooooh so Heero's dead? How will everyone cope? And so close to the New Year too... aww poor Gundamgumi ;_; See you in the next part! Jaaaa!
=^_^=
Shinigami Baby