Legal disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam Wing Characters...I wish I did! x.x......
Author's note: Please read and review! I want all the feedback I can get so I can improve my stories...I really hope you like them...Sorry if this chapter is short, by the way...
Pairings: 1x2 I guess, but no lemon... I hope you don't stop here cause of that x.x....Hope you enjoy!
Heartfelt Secrets
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Four
Duo finished dressing in the bathroom and slowly opened the door, risking a glance out. She saw that Heero was fast asleep, with his back turned towards her. Taking her chance, she quietly crept to her bed and climbed in, tossing her clothes on a nearby chair. She pulled the covers up to her neck and looked over at the sleeping boy.
"Goodnight Heero..." she whispered in her soft voice, "...until tomorrow...."
She wasn't aware that the subject of her affection was still wide awake and had listened carefully to her from the time she went into the bathroom to the time she slipped into bed.
The next morning, Heero again woke up early to go for another walk. He had many things on his mind, especially after what he had seen and heard last night, starting after dinner. He had to sort out his feelings. He already knew that he felt ... something...for Duo, and he wondered what was wrong. He was almost certain that his friend was a girl, but he still needed a solid piece of evidence.
He stood, and, with a glance at his roommate sleeping soundly in his-or maybe her- own bed, walked out the door.
Duo woke up an hour later. The first thing she noticed as she yawned and stretched was the absence of one 'perfect soldier.' She grabbed her day-old clothes and slipped them on, wondering where Heero had gone off to. Her curiosity led her downstairs and to the kitchen, where Quatre usually cooked breakfast, but the blond wasn't there.
Next she wandered to the library where Trowa read the morning paper. Again, she found no one.
"Where is everyone..."
She left and wandered around the mansion; amazed that no one was there. Then Duo remembered that the butlers and maids had the day off.
"That explains why the servants aren't here...but where are the others?"
After searching some more rooms and calling out a few times, she realized that she must be the only one in the mansion. Seizing the opportunity, she ran back up to her room and grabbed some new clothes, heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
She hummed to herself as she closed the door and began to undress. She removed her shirt and synthesizer first, setting them nearby, then began to unwrap the bandage around her torso. She sighed with relief when she was done and threw it with her other clothes. She then finished and got into the shower, turning it on. She squealed a bit at the feel of cold water, but relaxed as it warmed.
After about a half hour, she turned off the water and began to dry herself. While she was drying her hair, she reached for her shirt, only to find that it wasn't there. She looked around, but couldn't find her clothes anywhere. She wrapped her towel around her self and slowly opened the door.
What she saw made her freeze. Heero was sitting on his bed, typing on his laptop with his back towards her. Behind him, on the bed, were her very own clothes, along with her voice synthesizer.
Author's note: Please read and review! I want all the feedback I can get so I can improve my stories...I really hope you like them...Sorry if this chapter is short, by the way...
Pairings: 1x2 I guess, but no lemon... I hope you don't stop here cause of that x.x....Hope you enjoy!
Heartfelt Secrets
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Four
Duo finished dressing in the bathroom and slowly opened the door, risking a glance out. She saw that Heero was fast asleep, with his back turned towards her. Taking her chance, she quietly crept to her bed and climbed in, tossing her clothes on a nearby chair. She pulled the covers up to her neck and looked over at the sleeping boy.
"Goodnight Heero..." she whispered in her soft voice, "...until tomorrow...."
She wasn't aware that the subject of her affection was still wide awake and had listened carefully to her from the time she went into the bathroom to the time she slipped into bed.
The next morning, Heero again woke up early to go for another walk. He had many things on his mind, especially after what he had seen and heard last night, starting after dinner. He had to sort out his feelings. He already knew that he felt ... something...for Duo, and he wondered what was wrong. He was almost certain that his friend was a girl, but he still needed a solid piece of evidence.
He stood, and, with a glance at his roommate sleeping soundly in his-or maybe her- own bed, walked out the door.
Duo woke up an hour later. The first thing she noticed as she yawned and stretched was the absence of one 'perfect soldier.' She grabbed her day-old clothes and slipped them on, wondering where Heero had gone off to. Her curiosity led her downstairs and to the kitchen, where Quatre usually cooked breakfast, but the blond wasn't there.
Next she wandered to the library where Trowa read the morning paper. Again, she found no one.
"Where is everyone..."
She left and wandered around the mansion; amazed that no one was there. Then Duo remembered that the butlers and maids had the day off.
"That explains why the servants aren't here...but where are the others?"
After searching some more rooms and calling out a few times, she realized that she must be the only one in the mansion. Seizing the opportunity, she ran back up to her room and grabbed some new clothes, heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
She hummed to herself as she closed the door and began to undress. She removed her shirt and synthesizer first, setting them nearby, then began to unwrap the bandage around her torso. She sighed with relief when she was done and threw it with her other clothes. She then finished and got into the shower, turning it on. She squealed a bit at the feel of cold water, but relaxed as it warmed.
After about a half hour, she turned off the water and began to dry herself. While she was drying her hair, she reached for her shirt, only to find that it wasn't there. She looked around, but couldn't find her clothes anywhere. She wrapped her towel around her self and slowly opened the door.
What she saw made her freeze. Heero was sitting on his bed, typing on his laptop with his back towards her. Behind him, on the bed, were her very own clothes, along with her voice synthesizer.
