Under a Gundamium Rose
By Bakaness
Disclaimer: If you think I own Gundam Wing, you're on crack.
I didn't know why I did it. Not at first. There was just something about him. At first, he was just an annoying long-haired guy with a gundam. Nothing special. Then, I was captured, and suddenly my world turned topsy- turvy.
It was just the two of us there, in that cell. For the first time, I noticed how his hair flirted with the light, as it tumbled gracefully down his back. His long, delicate, yet capable hands fascinated me endlessly. I began to lose the control that defines me, as I sank into the depths of his eyes. I also began to wax poetic with clichéd metaphors in my head, which was possibly the most disturbing thing of all – I'd known that women just didn't appeal to me all that much for a while – and how could anyone, regardless of preference, not look upon him as a flawless example of masculine beauty?
I found myself talking to him. Things about myself I'd never told a soul, yet I couldn't stop myself. I felt like a bungee-jumper – plunging head- first towards a violently churning river at an acceleration of 10 meters per second, squared, hoping that a thin strand of rubber would be enough to send me soaring again, safe from the vicious water, without snapping my neck in the process.
I've never been good at reading people, but some instinct told me that he felt the same way.
Our first kiss happened in that cell. He just suddenly stopped in the middle of yet another in an endless series of gently penetrating questions, and leaned forward and kissed me – so quickly, I hardly knew what happened. He looked more stunned than I was. He stared at me, mute, for a few seconds, before running out of the cell, forgetting to even close the door behind him.
I followed him, of course. I may have been falling for the enemy, but no gundam pilot would stay in an open cell. Or a closed one, for that matter. I probably should have escaped, but, well… I've always been a sucker for blondes.
I couldn't hide my smirk when he turned and saw me slip into his quarters, deep in the heart of an OZ base, completely unnoticed. His surprise didn't freeze him for long.
Leaving the next morning was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
But, now… now I know what it feels like to be alive – to be in love. And, when the time comes and I can finally shed the mask of the perfect soldier, I'll finally be what my fellow pilots have been urging me to be.
Human.
Fin.
Notes: I seem to be on a POV kick at the moment. And, yes – that IS a 1+6. Never thought I'd write one… but this just appeared on my monitor – so, 1x2x1 fans, have mercy – it wasn't me! C&C is greatly appreciated. *hint hint* And you can all blame this fic on a weird freshman called Momoko, who wanted something with Heero as the star.
By Bakaness
Disclaimer: If you think I own Gundam Wing, you're on crack.
I didn't know why I did it. Not at first. There was just something about him. At first, he was just an annoying long-haired guy with a gundam. Nothing special. Then, I was captured, and suddenly my world turned topsy- turvy.
It was just the two of us there, in that cell. For the first time, I noticed how his hair flirted with the light, as it tumbled gracefully down his back. His long, delicate, yet capable hands fascinated me endlessly. I began to lose the control that defines me, as I sank into the depths of his eyes. I also began to wax poetic with clichéd metaphors in my head, which was possibly the most disturbing thing of all – I'd known that women just didn't appeal to me all that much for a while – and how could anyone, regardless of preference, not look upon him as a flawless example of masculine beauty?
I found myself talking to him. Things about myself I'd never told a soul, yet I couldn't stop myself. I felt like a bungee-jumper – plunging head- first towards a violently churning river at an acceleration of 10 meters per second, squared, hoping that a thin strand of rubber would be enough to send me soaring again, safe from the vicious water, without snapping my neck in the process.
I've never been good at reading people, but some instinct told me that he felt the same way.
Our first kiss happened in that cell. He just suddenly stopped in the middle of yet another in an endless series of gently penetrating questions, and leaned forward and kissed me – so quickly, I hardly knew what happened. He looked more stunned than I was. He stared at me, mute, for a few seconds, before running out of the cell, forgetting to even close the door behind him.
I followed him, of course. I may have been falling for the enemy, but no gundam pilot would stay in an open cell. Or a closed one, for that matter. I probably should have escaped, but, well… I've always been a sucker for blondes.
I couldn't hide my smirk when he turned and saw me slip into his quarters, deep in the heart of an OZ base, completely unnoticed. His surprise didn't freeze him for long.
Leaving the next morning was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
But, now… now I know what it feels like to be alive – to be in love. And, when the time comes and I can finally shed the mask of the perfect soldier, I'll finally be what my fellow pilots have been urging me to be.
Human.
Fin.
Notes: I seem to be on a POV kick at the moment. And, yes – that IS a 1+6. Never thought I'd write one… but this just appeared on my monitor – so, 1x2x1 fans, have mercy – it wasn't me! C&C is greatly appreciated. *hint hint* And you can all blame this fic on a weird freshman called Momoko, who wanted something with Heero as the star.
