Love Formula ~ Hate ~
~ Part 1 ~
By Azusa-J
Date: March 28, 2002
Disclaimer: *grabs a Hee-chan plushie* Kawaii! Kawaii!! *puts it back down and sighs* but they are not mine... Everything in the Gundam Wing Universe is not mine.
Time setting: TWT
Warnings: Romance, Shounen-ai, maybe mild angst
Feedback : Yes, definitely! Please send it to azusaj@gundamwing.net
Pairings: 1+2/2+1 (Just Shounen Ai)
Rating: PG-13 [Not sure, for shounen-ai, is it right?]
Notes : This is my first attempt for a Shounen ai fic, so please be gentle. Anything bad? Please tell me. Other than some humor behind-the-scene twists fics, I love some safehouse-boys'-lives fics. This is the first one. Grand opening!! PS. I've only learned English for a few years. I've tried my best on the grammar and spellings. If you find any thing bad, feel free to tell me.
Final Warning: Shounen ai alert! Don't read if you're homophobic!
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Here was another familiar scene - Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, typing at his precious laptop and Duo Maxwell, who called himself the God of Death [1], sprawling on the couch, flipping through the TV channels.
"Man, why don't they have anything else, other than weather reports, talking shows, and selling stuffs." the braided boy let out a sigh and turned off the TV.
Heero, sitting at the corner of the living room, kept on typing and ignored the American's comment. Felt himself being ignored *again,* Duo just threw his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep.
tap, tap, tap...
As the American kept his mouth shut, the only sound in the living room, or rather the entire safehouse, was the endless waltz of the laptop played as the Japanese boy's fingers dancing on the keys.
tap, tap, tap...
'It's so quiet when he is silent.' Heero thought, 'Stop it, concentrate on the mission report, Yuy!' His hands never slowed down and kept on typing.
He just returned from a mission and was injured. It surprised the others when he came with a broken leg. Although he had set it back already, he still could hardly walk. Now, the others had received another mission from their "bosses" and were on their way. Duo was left behind since the mission did not require stealth attack and three pilots were enough. So there he was, stuck in the safehouse with the stoic boy.
'Damn, I want to go out and have some fun.' the braided boy thought, 'I hate to be alone with him.' Their current safehouse was located inside the woods and was 30-minutes driving distance away from the closest town. And the bad news was that the only transportation, a motorcycle, had been taken by the others as another prossible retreat transportation in their mission. So basically, he was struck.
He growled at the knowledge that he could do nothing but sat there until the others returned. He stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen, passed by the Japanese boy like he was not there. In fact, at the corner of his eyes, he watched the other boy's every move. Heero seemed did not even noticed he just walked by, although Duo understood that the Perfect Soldier had a radar in his head that could detect everything around him.
As he arrived the kitchen, he opened the fridge and searched for some food. His hands rambled in the fridge, opening this box and searching in that bag but his mind was not there. He was thinking. Thinking what was wrong with him.
'Why do I keep thinking about him. He is rude and cold and arrogant and mean. Every time I talk to him, he either ignores me or calls me 'baka [2], shut up!' Man, that really hurts my feelings. I just like talking so what's wrong with that? He doesn't need to be so mean, ne?' He shook his head. To tell the truth, he really hated Heero. As soon as he found out what "baka" means after was being called "baka" for several times, he began to hate him. The more Heero called him, he more he hated the Japanese boy.
Living in the safehouse was fun; having companions and friends by his side made him feel safe and welcomed. He loved it. Quatre and Trowa were friendly, though one was more opened and the other was rather quiet. Wufei was so fun to pick on. But Heero was... a jerk. And the worst thing was that he was being roomed with him. It was just pure unlucky that they picked the same colour of straws. As the result of being constantly being ignored and called names, Duo had been too familiar with every single inch in their room: How many holes on the wall that was on his side, how many cracks on the ceiling above his bed, and how many splits on each furniture. He chuckled at that thought, 'Yeah, maybe I can send Quatre a list of how many cracks and splits in all his safehouses when the war is over.'
Now his hands finally found an apple at the bottom drawer of the fridge. He closed the fridge and walked towards the sink, ready to wash the apple. But his mind was still wandering. 'I hate him! More than anything. Even more than the Alliance and OZ.' As he turned on the tap, the water flew out smoothly. He placed the apple under the water and... "Ee!" he hissed lightly as the cold water touched his injuries fingers. He looked at his injured finger and thought, 'But I don't understand myself, when he came back from the mission injured yesterday, why did I got so mad and grab the first aid kit for him right away, even breaking one of my fingers in the process and I didn't even notice it until Wufei told me. What's wrong with me?'
Duo Maxwell was so deep in his thought that he did not notice the tap was still on. Not until Heero who heard the sound of constant running water from the living room and came turn off the water for him.
Then he snapped out of his mind and looked at Heero. The Japanese looked disapproving and simply said, "Baka" in his usual monotone voice and left. He missed the sight of the hurt and hatred that sparked in those violet eyes.
As the Japanese boy went out to the living room, he sighed inside his mind, 'What did I do now?'
~tsuzuku~
[1] Yes, I prefer to call him "God of Death." I don't know why people like to use "Shinigami." Duo is an American, and how would an American boy nicknamed himself with a Japanese term. You see, he started calling himself the "God of Death" since he was 12, or probably even younger than that. Yes, I am pretty strict on the ethnic things, but I'm not a racist, k?
[2] For those who don't know, "baka" means "idiot" in Japanese.
Azusa: This is my first attempt to write romance fics. Hope you like it. It comes out much much longer than I thought. Guess because I like rambling on and on ne? As always, feel free to tell me what you think about it, k?
~ Part 1 ~
By Azusa-J
Date: March 28, 2002
Disclaimer: *grabs a Hee-chan plushie* Kawaii! Kawaii!! *puts it back down and sighs* but they are not mine... Everything in the Gundam Wing Universe is not mine.
Time setting: TWT
Warnings: Romance, Shounen-ai, maybe mild angst
Feedback : Yes, definitely! Please send it to azusaj@gundamwing.net
Pairings: 1+2/2+1 (Just Shounen Ai)
Rating: PG-13 [Not sure, for shounen-ai, is it right?]
Notes : This is my first attempt for a Shounen ai fic, so please be gentle. Anything bad? Please tell me. Other than some humor behind-the-scene twists fics, I love some safehouse-boys'-lives fics. This is the first one. Grand opening!! PS. I've only learned English for a few years. I've tried my best on the grammar and spellings. If you find any thing bad, feel free to tell me.
Final Warning: Shounen ai alert! Don't read if you're homophobic!
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Here was another familiar scene - Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, typing at his precious laptop and Duo Maxwell, who called himself the God of Death [1], sprawling on the couch, flipping through the TV channels.
"Man, why don't they have anything else, other than weather reports, talking shows, and selling stuffs." the braided boy let out a sigh and turned off the TV.
Heero, sitting at the corner of the living room, kept on typing and ignored the American's comment. Felt himself being ignored *again,* Duo just threw his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep.
tap, tap, tap...
As the American kept his mouth shut, the only sound in the living room, or rather the entire safehouse, was the endless waltz of the laptop played as the Japanese boy's fingers dancing on the keys.
tap, tap, tap...
'It's so quiet when he is silent.' Heero thought, 'Stop it, concentrate on the mission report, Yuy!' His hands never slowed down and kept on typing.
He just returned from a mission and was injured. It surprised the others when he came with a broken leg. Although he had set it back already, he still could hardly walk. Now, the others had received another mission from their "bosses" and were on their way. Duo was left behind since the mission did not require stealth attack and three pilots were enough. So there he was, stuck in the safehouse with the stoic boy.
'Damn, I want to go out and have some fun.' the braided boy thought, 'I hate to be alone with him.' Their current safehouse was located inside the woods and was 30-minutes driving distance away from the closest town. And the bad news was that the only transportation, a motorcycle, had been taken by the others as another prossible retreat transportation in their mission. So basically, he was struck.
He growled at the knowledge that he could do nothing but sat there until the others returned. He stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen, passed by the Japanese boy like he was not there. In fact, at the corner of his eyes, he watched the other boy's every move. Heero seemed did not even noticed he just walked by, although Duo understood that the Perfect Soldier had a radar in his head that could detect everything around him.
As he arrived the kitchen, he opened the fridge and searched for some food. His hands rambled in the fridge, opening this box and searching in that bag but his mind was not there. He was thinking. Thinking what was wrong with him.
'Why do I keep thinking about him. He is rude and cold and arrogant and mean. Every time I talk to him, he either ignores me or calls me 'baka [2], shut up!' Man, that really hurts my feelings. I just like talking so what's wrong with that? He doesn't need to be so mean, ne?' He shook his head. To tell the truth, he really hated Heero. As soon as he found out what "baka" means after was being called "baka" for several times, he began to hate him. The more Heero called him, he more he hated the Japanese boy.
Living in the safehouse was fun; having companions and friends by his side made him feel safe and welcomed. He loved it. Quatre and Trowa were friendly, though one was more opened and the other was rather quiet. Wufei was so fun to pick on. But Heero was... a jerk. And the worst thing was that he was being roomed with him. It was just pure unlucky that they picked the same colour of straws. As the result of being constantly being ignored and called names, Duo had been too familiar with every single inch in their room: How many holes on the wall that was on his side, how many cracks on the ceiling above his bed, and how many splits on each furniture. He chuckled at that thought, 'Yeah, maybe I can send Quatre a list of how many cracks and splits in all his safehouses when the war is over.'
Now his hands finally found an apple at the bottom drawer of the fridge. He closed the fridge and walked towards the sink, ready to wash the apple. But his mind was still wandering. 'I hate him! More than anything. Even more than the Alliance and OZ.' As he turned on the tap, the water flew out smoothly. He placed the apple under the water and... "Ee!" he hissed lightly as the cold water touched his injuries fingers. He looked at his injured finger and thought, 'But I don't understand myself, when he came back from the mission injured yesterday, why did I got so mad and grab the first aid kit for him right away, even breaking one of my fingers in the process and I didn't even notice it until Wufei told me. What's wrong with me?'
Duo Maxwell was so deep in his thought that he did not notice the tap was still on. Not until Heero who heard the sound of constant running water from the living room and came turn off the water for him.
Then he snapped out of his mind and looked at Heero. The Japanese looked disapproving and simply said, "Baka" in his usual monotone voice and left. He missed the sight of the hurt and hatred that sparked in those violet eyes.
As the Japanese boy went out to the living room, he sighed inside his mind, 'What did I do now?'
~tsuzuku~
[1] Yes, I prefer to call him "God of Death." I don't know why people like to use "Shinigami." Duo is an American, and how would an American boy nicknamed himself with a Japanese term. You see, he started calling himself the "God of Death" since he was 12, or probably even younger than that. Yes, I am pretty strict on the ethnic things, but I'm not a racist, k?
[2] For those who don't know, "baka" means "idiot" in Japanese.
Azusa: This is my first attempt to write romance fics. Hope you like it. It comes out much much longer than I thought. Guess because I like rambling on and on ne? As always, feel free to tell me what you think about it, k?