Tell Me You Love Me
By: Neko-chan
Disclaimer: Okie…….I own NOTHING!!!! Got it?
N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!!
A/N: Well…….this is the most random thing that I have ever
written. (And if anyone has read Bisho-Battles, Bishonen!, The Gundam Wing
Pilots Meet The Suzaku Warriors, and Drip Drop, you'd be amazed at this
admission!) This just popped into my head, and I wrote it! Note To All of my
Regular Readers: This is my second yaoi ficcie. (The first one was posted on
o.O?'s section because I was insecure and nervous about it.) This is just an
experiment!! If no one reviews this, I'm not going to write any more yaoi. Got
it? Good. Anyways……on with the ficcie! (P.S.—Ne……I KNOW Hee-chan is OOC in this
ficcie……but that's how it came out! So there. ;þ)
Warnings: yaoi, shounen-ai, 1+2
I'm lonely, you know? I've always been lonely. No one has ever really cared about me……but I
don't mind. I'm used to taking care of
myself. I've been trained to be the
Perfect Soldier from birth. It's what I
am. I know I sound cold and distant,
but it's true. Inside, I am dead. I have been for years. And by now…….I'm tired. I'm lonely.
I….I…….I want love.
*~*
The night air caressed Heero's cheek as he stepped
out onto the balcony. It was cold for
summer and the air raised goose flesh on his pale skin. He shivered slightly and looked up into the
night sky. One by one, he began to find
the space colonies. The easiest, and
the first one he found, was L1. His own
home…..if you could call it that.
Heero sighed and closed his
eyes. Why….…why do I even feel
unloved and uncared for in my own home?
Why? Why am I so lonely…..why do
I want love so badly? To experience it
before I die?
Thinking this, Heero smiled
cynically. Ah, yes. Before I die. That should be sometime soon.
After all, if the mobile dolls don't kill me, then my own self-loathing
will. It won't be long now…….
Heero pounded his fist against the
rail, glaring off into the distance. Death……I
kill so often. I know I hate myself,
and I don't care. I don't care at all. His cynical smile turned darker, more
self-loathing. Why would anyone love
me after all I have done? I've killed
so many……so many children stay awake at night, wondering where their mother and
fathers are. I should be despised for
what I am……..I despise myself. I HATE
myself!! Heero snorted, his eyes
hardening. Why am I thinking? Of course no one would someone like
you. The only thing you're supposed to
care about is the mission. That's
all. Nothing else.
Sighing deeply, Heero turned around
to go back into the house. Unfortunately,
Duo was standing in the doorway, blocking the entrance into the house. "Ne…..Heero, what are ya thinking about?"
Duo asked curiously. He had been
watching the silent pilot for several minutes, watching as Heero's expression
became darker and darker. He had a
feeling about what Heero had been thinking about, but he wanted to make sure.
"Nothing important……..nothing that
you should care about," Heero answered tonelessly. "After all…….why would you care about an abomonation like me?"
Duo sighed. He had been all along. "Heero…..why would you think that I don't
care about you? I care about you, I
really do!"
Heero shook his head
stubbornly. "How could you even
consider yourself a friend of a killer?
Duo, I've killed so many people…..so many children." An expression of intense pain flickered over
his face for a moment. Then, he looked
down at his hands. "These hands have
killed so many innocent people…..they're stained with blood that can never be
washed off."
Duo shook his head sadly. "Heero, you don't understand. I care about you. I always will…….and…….." he gulped, suddenly nervous. "Aishiteru," he breathed sofltly.
"Nani?" Heero whispered,
shocked. "Wh-What did you say?"
Duo smiled softly. "Aishiteru," he repeated. As he said this, Heero's smile brightened
and he walked towards Duo. Taking the
smaller pilot in his arms, he hugged him tightly.
"Aishiteru," he whispered back. Maybe…..maybe I'm not as evil as I think I
am……
