I, Heero Yuy, Gundam pilot extraordinaire, expert hacker, skilled killer, cannot even solve the simple question of attraction. I don't know why I'm attracted to him but I am. Everywhere he goes, people see him, notice him. He's a walking, talking security risk.
Okay, so I admit it, I know why I like, no, love, him. He's a gentle soul, a kind-hearted sprite. He might act like a loud-mouthed baka most of the time, but he is actually a truly lost boy. Just like me.
He's unique, definitely one-of-a-kind. It's that braid, that outfit, that smile, that firey personality, that attitude, that language, those eyes…
Those eyes drew me in to him. It was the first thing I noticed once I got close enough. They were violet, violet-blue. It was unnatural or rare, I guess, for a person to have that. So I could only come to one conclusion. He was an angel.
Those eyes really summed up who is was just like that. They were unique, like he was. An instant attraction, like he was. Something that you could only truly understand when, and even if, you got close enough to him. The sight of him was instant warmth, just like those eyes.
And have you noticed that those eyes are violet? Violet is made up of blue and red. Those two colors truly sum up who he is. Blue is the strongest part of a flame, and red is the weakest part of a flame. Just like he is, weak and strong at the same time. The blue flame is hidden deep within the entire flame. He's like that. He appears weak, maybe even feminine, but he is a true warrior, a brave soul, a blue flame. And it shows.
But the thing about Duo is that if you look at him from far away, his eyes look cobalt blue, like mine. The closer you approach him, if he lets you, they will appear more and more violet. So true, so true. From afar, anyone could be fooled by his outward projection of strength, his jester's mask. But the closer you get to his true heart, the heart buried deep within him, you will see a deep sorrow, a true red flame, not the one that emanates from his beauty. And his eyes become more violet. Only I have seen when his eyes become red though. Those times when he cries, they become stained in that way and I have to look at it. I have to painfully live with it, even though I know I'm not causing them. I still feel the sorrow he feels, I also have the nightmares that he has.
Why do I know so much about fire? From watching the flames of mobile suits get destroyed, from buildings burn, from watching bombs explode. The peace you achieve after destroying a mobile suit is so satisfying sometimes that it can calm your soul on a plane higher than any other. Except maybe that of seeing the flame in Duo's eyes directed to you.
After every breath, I see it. A look reserved for me, of pure strength and slight weakness in his fear of the past. It was a flame that only I could ignite. Sure, he was still the life of a party around the other pilots, but I added that extra something. That extra shine that made his braid that much more beautiful, that extra bounce in his step that pulled me to the bedroom faster, that extra boost of energy that makes his words come out faster, that extra light that makes his face even more angelic than before, that extra fire in his eyes.
I live for it now. It's my purpose, to see these things again. A pyromaniac, that's what I am, addicted to lighting up the flame that is my Duo Maxwell. A pyromaniac who can never stop lighting the flame. Because we are that much stronger together than we are apart.
-Owari-
