2nd Half... Heero's dream
By Sappire Reine
Author says: Part 2... exactly the same story as the 1st half, except from Heero's perspective
Credentials (what make the fic worth reading :P;;): Angst, uh... Sap, Shounen-ai, 1x2, Crossdressing XD, OOC-ness ^^;
I suppose I should disclaim: They not mine-- none of em. T_T
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A party is the perfect time for love. Everyone's spirits are freer because of the alcohol and nobody remembers much in the morning. A costume party is even more ideal. behind a costume and mask you can be whatever and whoever you want. It is a place for dreams to start-- and a place for them to die.
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Heero watched the msterious Lady out of the corner of his eye. There was something familiar about her; A vague whisper of Deja vu. He shook off the sensation with annoyance, but kept watching the Lady. Oh no, this woman was more than a lady. This woman carried herself with the poise and assurance of a Princess.
Catching the woman staring at him, he turned and stared straight back at her. Openly assessing and inviting. The Princess winked at him and made her way over. Then she stopped and turned away. He raised his arm slightly, hoping she would turn back. She did and he was treated to a brilliant smile. The sense of recognition grew deeper and he couldn't ignore it.
Suddenly his heart jumped. Duo! that's who the Princess reminded him of. He finally understood the sense of recognition. He finally understood why he was drawn to the Princess. She reached him and flashed another brilliant, suggestive smile. Just like Duo's smile, his heart whispered.
"Why hello," she said in a husky voice.
Heero merely stared, then he narrowed his eyes at the woman. He felt a deep sadness and longing in her, but he couldn't divine what it was caused by. Heero turned to Relena, who stood beside him. He have her a chaste hug, aware that anything more than that could deepen her misconception of him.
"If you'll excuse us, my lady," he said quietly to Relena.
Heero turned to the other woman.
"May I have this dance, Princess?" he asked, smiling slightly. She nodded.
As Heero led her out onto the dance floor, the music started.
The Show Must Go On by Queen.
Heero wondered why the DJ has chosen such a mournful song to play.
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Empty spaces - what are we waiting for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Heero drew the Princess close. She was so pliant under his hands as they moved in time to the music. It made him want her. That opened up an emptyness he had denied for months while he lived the lie of the perfect soldier.
Another hero another mindless crime
Behind the curtain in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore
Heero led the gentle dance as the woman lent in against his chest. He sighed softly. More and more, he was reminded of Duo. He found himself imagining that it was Duo under the mask. Found himself wanting Duo. Needing Duo.
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Heero stared down at the top of her head. It was powdered, but if he tried hard, he could imagine that the hair was honey brown. He could imagine pulling it out of the elaborate curls and running his hair through it. Where was Duo tonight? He looked around the room, but nowhere could he recognise the Shinigami's slim figure or distinctive braid. He stared again at the head nestled beneath his chin. He could feel the slender body beneath his hands shaking. Was she cold?
Whatever happens I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache another failed romance
On and on
Does anybody know what we are living for
Where was Duo? Heero suddenly felt the desperate need to be near the other pilot. He wanted to converse easily and lightly with him and imagine what could never be. Heero smiled slightly as he imagined Duo, all affronted innocence as Heero teased him.
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
Heero felt like a fool. He was the perfect soldier. These feelings of devotion were out of place for him. Everyone expected him to dance attendance on Relena and that's what he should be doing. He caught a glimpse of her talking easily to some man. The show must go on. He wondered where Duo was. Duo had said he was attending... maybe he had gone to the bathroom. Or maybe he's up in one of the bedrooms with a pretty girl. A muscle in Heero's chest contracted at that unwelcome thought.
The show must go on - yeah
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On with the show
The dance was nearly over. Heero felt it with an aching sense of loss. Soon he would have to give up his Princess and return to the play that people thought was life. He knew he couldn't go back to Relena now.
I'll top the bill
I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the
On with the show
The show must go on. For everyone's sake.
The show must go on
The Princess stepped back slowly as the dance ended. The moment was over.
"Thankyou for the dance," she said quietly.
"Thankyou, Princess," Heero replied courteously.
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Heero stood on the edge of the dance floor as the Princess retreated up the stairs
Where is Duo?
Reluctantly he turned back to where he had last seen Relena. She wasn't there. He felt a vague sense of relief. Turning back to the stairs, he battled with himself. He could follow her. He brushed the front of his costume lightly with his hand. It came away wet.
Tears?
That explained the shuddering he had felt during the dance. That decided him. he couldn't let his Princess be in pain. He hurried up the stairs.
And where is Duo?
Hearing the muffled sound of sobs, he eased himself into a room. There she was, curled in the foetal position, sobbing like her heard was breaking. The sense of recognition returned with stabbing urgency. she looked up and tear lined blue eyes framed by the mask caught him. She gasped.
"Hello, Princess," Heero said cautiously.
"Hello," she replied. Her husky voice was rough. It aroused him.
"You remind me of someone..." Heero said slowly, deciding to be honest.
Taking her in his arms, he gently removed the mask. Suddenly, he understood. The features fell together.
"Duo..."
Duo sighed and his eyes filled with tears.
"Heero... I..."
"Shhhhh..." Heero was still staring at the other boy. "No words."
Duo closed his eyes. His breathing spead up and became harsher. Heero stared in wonder at Duo's perfect features. Duo remained that way, eyes closed, and Heero sensed him withdrawing into himself. Heero enjoyed the freedom to memorise Duo's perfect face for a full 2 minutes before his lack of action caused the other boy to look up. Heero met his eyes with a probing, thoughtful gaze.
"A Masked Ball is a good night for make believe," He said hopefully.
Heero let his arms tighten around Duo as the other boy avoided his eyes.
"Heero..."
Heero gave in to need. He swept Duo off his feet and gently deposited him on the bed. Heero rolled on top of Duo, blocking the other's view of the ceiling. Duo stared up at Heero, unable to move with his hands pinned by Heero's beside his head.
Heero stared down at him for a long moment before smiling slightly.
"Princess..."
Heero fought it, as he stared down at Duo, who seemed locked in some quiet inner musing. He fought it as hard as he could, but in the end the impulse just overwhelmed him. He hoped Duo would forgive him and swooped down, capturing Duo's slightly parted lips in a searing, heartstopping kiss. Duo's eyes flashed wide open and his body tensed in shock. Heero pulled back, repentant. Duo frowned and strained against the other boy's restraining arms, trying to recapture those lips.
Heero smiled. He finally allowed his hands to tangle in Duo's hair, as he had dreamed of doing all night. Then stripped Duo of the dress, very gently. Duo just lay there as he was stripped of his disguise and left in boxer shorts. Heero stared down at him adoringly.
"No illusions."
Duo sighed. "No illusions" he murmured.
Satisfied, Heero pulled Duo into a sitting position before capturing his lips once again. His hands wound through Duo's hair again as he felt the other pilot start to respond.
Suddenly Duo pushed Heero away and lept up from the bed.
"Damn it, Heero!" he almost shouted. "Don't toy with me! You don't love me. You love Relena! Don't mock my emotions!" his voice decreased in volume. "That's cruel."
Duo curled up on the floor, giving Heero a tasty view of silky skin and muscle.
Heero was suprised. he hadn't realised this was the cause of Duo's sadness. "Relena's a fool," he responded shortly. He made his way to the ball of misery and gathered the boy into his arms for another searing embrace. Finally, all the tension drained from Duo's body and he settled with a content sigh, reaching up to cup Heero's face. His finger traced the line from Heero's cheekbone down jaw and back to his mouth. Heero's heart pounded in his mouth and a tide of desire overtook him. Sensing his mood, Duo lifted his head and recieved another desperate kiss from the other pilot.
Suddenly, Heero drew them both to their feet. He wrapped his arms around the other boy, drawing them chest to chest, thigh to thigh, his arms resting in the small of Duo' back. Duo leaned his head on Heero's neck, fitting in perfectly under his chin.
Just like the Dance. It feels so good to have him there.
Eventually Heero said quietly, "Are you ready to go back to the dance?"
Duo was silent for a while. Then, "Yes."
With the tenderness of a lover, Heero helped Duo back into his costume and found some Talcum Powder so Duo could coax his hair into some semblance of its original state.
Heero slipped out the door and hurried down the hall. His heart was doing a quick-step in his chest. Down the stairs. There she was. Quickly, he tried to avoid her, but she saw him. With a sigh, he made his was over to Relena and bowed to her.
"Where did you go?" she asked.
"Just to the bathroom," Heero lied easily.
He saw the Princess make her way down the other staircase. He smiled slightly as she caught his eyes.
His Princess. His Duo. He couldn't wait to have another dance.
Bowing again to Relena, he excused himself. When he turned back, the Princess was nowhere to be found.
He smiled wistfully. Another nght, then. Another night they would continue the play.
Exeunt.
Exeunt
**Owari**
Author says: aahaha. x.x This is TRASHY. o_O Thankyou to ffNET writer Keirra Maxwell for suggesting in her review that i do Heero's perspective. ^^; Everyone was saying 'do a sequel!' but it seemed so neatly finished to me... i couldn't think how to continue it! o_O
