Love Formula ~ Hate ~
~ Part 3 ~
By Azusa-J
Thanks to Sayuki (No, I'm not. I just love Heero so I analyse him thoroughly. I'll try to write one for Duo, but can't promise you yet.), Winner the Pooh (Don't worry, I don't write deathfic.), So (Thanks pal! The name of this fic is come Two-Mix's Love Formula ~ Freedom ~.), Moon Ladi, Susu (Good, you didn't think it's babblings, 'cause there are a lot more.), Madisonne (Thanks for the compliments.), Dark Wing Angel, Xeltrix (Yep, that's why I spend so much time writing this babblings.), Mancy, Suzaku (You'll find out this chapter.), Qing (It's good to know someone doesn't like in-love-in-the-first things.), Nancy K (Yup, this is a little bit different than the usual 1+2/2+1 fic), Kami (Don't worry, next chapter will be out soon), Autum (Thanks for the tips. I'm really sucks in English. I've fixed those errors and I learned something too. Thanks again) for the reviews. Arigatou, minna-san!!
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, POV (?)
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! (Like anyone's gonna listen...) *sighs*
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Heero slowly stood up and walked towards their bedroom with his injured leg. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a pair of blazing violet eyes that filled with a mixture of hatred, anger, and hurt. He shocked; he had never thought that Duo could have such a dreadful glare. He used to glare the others but now he was sure that this glare could rival to his own death glare. Feeling uneasy, the Japanese boy slowly walked towards his bed and pretended to ignore the American. He laid on his bed, and waited for the braided boy to start the conversation, as usual.
Duo was actually shocked as the Japanese boy came in. He thought that Heero would prefer to stay in the living room rather than come into the room to be with him. That was why after being insulted again in the kitchen, he came back to his bedroom and picked his favorite manga, hoping the humourous manga would help him to feel better.
As soon as he saw the other boy's face, anger raged up from his chest. Right at that second, he could almost hear the word "baka" escape from the lips even the Japanese had not said a thing yet. To him, Heero was pretty much like a tape recorder which all it could play was "baka."
Duo let his anger calmed down a bit and began to read the manga before him, which he completely forgot as Heero came in. He flipped the pages and fixed his eyes on the book. His eyes were on the manga, but his mind was not. All the things in the manga did not make sense to him anymore after Heero came in. His mind was filled with him, the figure that laid on the bed across the room. The braided boy flipped a page then another, not really reading it, not even scanning through it. As soon as his hand touched the hard cover of the manga, he snapped out of his mind and realized he blindly finished the manga. He closed the manga and stared at the ceiling above him, kept on thinking.
'Why is that every time he's around me, I can't think or do anything. Damn! Why am I still thinking about that bastard? I hate him! Stop thinking about him.' Duo shook his head. 'But why am I hurt so badly when he calls me 'baka?' Like all those OZ soldiers and people calling me names that a lot worse than that, I'll just laugh it off and they don't really get under my skin. After the minute they call me, I can forget about it completely. Why only 'he' calling me names can make me angry and hurt? Why?'
'After all, 'baka' isn't really bad, just simply means idiot. Yes, I'm an idiot. Because of my stupity, I always get myself into trouble and cause problems to the others, even death.' his faces saddened at that thought.
'I am indeed a baka. Like yesterday, as he came home from the mission injured, I was so mad. Why? Why should I mad? After all, it was his injury, his mission, and his fault. Why? Yeah, I yelled at him for his injury. He looked sad at that time. I still remembered that. His Prussian blue eyes dimmed at my harsh words and bowed his head. Funny, I should be happy to see that bastard defeated but rather, I felt hollow inside. I still can't put a finger on that feeling, even now. It was that hollow feelings made me turned away and rushed to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. That was pure instinct. Before I knew what happened, I was in the living room with the first aid kit and Quatre started to cure Heero. Why was I caring about him? He always insults me. He is always being so mean to me. I don't get it, I just don't get it!' He scratched his head.
'The most ironic thing is that I broke my finger when I grabbed the first aid kit for him. I broke a finger because of him!? For that jerk!? Actually, I didn't notice until Quatre finished bandaging Heero and Wufei looked at me in horror. I still don't understand how could I didn't feel the pain back then. That was quite a serious injury, but of course, it was nothing compare to his. One of the joints of my little finger on my left hand was broken and the blood was flooding out like stream. It should hurt like hell but I didn't feel any of it. Why? What had occupied my mind back then so I felt no pain? It's... him... But why? What the heck's going on with me?' His mind was still struggling with his own feelings.
After awhile of silence, Heero thought, 'Why doesn't he start talking, like the way he used to be? What's wrong with him?'
~tsuzuku~
Azusa: So this is a Duo's POV. How'd about it? Now it is getting much much much longer than I planned. As always, feel free to tell me how do you think about it.
Also, I have an announcement to make: Due to my final exams, I have to put all my fics on hold until end of April. I'm really really sorry if the suspense is killing you. *bows* Gomen, minna-san. Don't worry, I won't give up yet. Of course I'll give a happy end for them.
~ Part 3 ~
By Azusa-J
Thanks to Sayuki (No, I'm not. I just love Heero so I analyse him thoroughly. I'll try to write one for Duo, but can't promise you yet.), Winner the Pooh (Don't worry, I don't write deathfic.), So (Thanks pal! The name of this fic is come Two-Mix's Love Formula ~ Freedom ~.), Moon Ladi, Susu (Good, you didn't think it's babblings, 'cause there are a lot more.), Madisonne (Thanks for the compliments.), Dark Wing Angel, Xeltrix (Yep, that's why I spend so much time writing this babblings.), Mancy, Suzaku (You'll find out this chapter.), Qing (It's good to know someone doesn't like in-love-in-the-first things.), Nancy K (Yup, this is a little bit different than the usual 1+2/2+1 fic), Kami (Don't worry, next chapter will be out soon), Autum (Thanks for the tips. I'm really sucks in English. I've fixed those errors and I learned something too. Thanks again) for the reviews. Arigatou, minna-san!!
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, POV (?)
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! (Like anyone's gonna listen...) *sighs*
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Heero slowly stood up and walked towards their bedroom with his injured leg. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a pair of blazing violet eyes that filled with a mixture of hatred, anger, and hurt. He shocked; he had never thought that Duo could have such a dreadful glare. He used to glare the others but now he was sure that this glare could rival to his own death glare. Feeling uneasy, the Japanese boy slowly walked towards his bed and pretended to ignore the American. He laid on his bed, and waited for the braided boy to start the conversation, as usual.
Duo was actually shocked as the Japanese boy came in. He thought that Heero would prefer to stay in the living room rather than come into the room to be with him. That was why after being insulted again in the kitchen, he came back to his bedroom and picked his favorite manga, hoping the humourous manga would help him to feel better.
As soon as he saw the other boy's face, anger raged up from his chest. Right at that second, he could almost hear the word "baka" escape from the lips even the Japanese had not said a thing yet. To him, Heero was pretty much like a tape recorder which all it could play was "baka."
Duo let his anger calmed down a bit and began to read the manga before him, which he completely forgot as Heero came in. He flipped the pages and fixed his eyes on the book. His eyes were on the manga, but his mind was not. All the things in the manga did not make sense to him anymore after Heero came in. His mind was filled with him, the figure that laid on the bed across the room. The braided boy flipped a page then another, not really reading it, not even scanning through it. As soon as his hand touched the hard cover of the manga, he snapped out of his mind and realized he blindly finished the manga. He closed the manga and stared at the ceiling above him, kept on thinking.
'Why is that every time he's around me, I can't think or do anything. Damn! Why am I still thinking about that bastard? I hate him! Stop thinking about him.' Duo shook his head. 'But why am I hurt so badly when he calls me 'baka?' Like all those OZ soldiers and people calling me names that a lot worse than that, I'll just laugh it off and they don't really get under my skin. After the minute they call me, I can forget about it completely. Why only 'he' calling me names can make me angry and hurt? Why?'
'After all, 'baka' isn't really bad, just simply means idiot. Yes, I'm an idiot. Because of my stupity, I always get myself into trouble and cause problems to the others, even death.' his faces saddened at that thought.
'I am indeed a baka. Like yesterday, as he came home from the mission injured, I was so mad. Why? Why should I mad? After all, it was his injury, his mission, and his fault. Why? Yeah, I yelled at him for his injury. He looked sad at that time. I still remembered that. His Prussian blue eyes dimmed at my harsh words and bowed his head. Funny, I should be happy to see that bastard defeated but rather, I felt hollow inside. I still can't put a finger on that feeling, even now. It was that hollow feelings made me turned away and rushed to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. That was pure instinct. Before I knew what happened, I was in the living room with the first aid kit and Quatre started to cure Heero. Why was I caring about him? He always insults me. He is always being so mean to me. I don't get it, I just don't get it!' He scratched his head.
'The most ironic thing is that I broke my finger when I grabbed the first aid kit for him. I broke a finger because of him!? For that jerk!? Actually, I didn't notice until Quatre finished bandaging Heero and Wufei looked at me in horror. I still don't understand how could I didn't feel the pain back then. That was quite a serious injury, but of course, it was nothing compare to his. One of the joints of my little finger on my left hand was broken and the blood was flooding out like stream. It should hurt like hell but I didn't feel any of it. Why? What had occupied my mind back then so I felt no pain? It's... him... But why? What the heck's going on with me?' His mind was still struggling with his own feelings.
After awhile of silence, Heero thought, 'Why doesn't he start talking, like the way he used to be? What's wrong with him?'
~tsuzuku~
Azusa: So this is a Duo's POV. How'd about it? Now it is getting much much much longer than I planned. As always, feel free to tell me how do you think about it.
Also, I have an announcement to make: Due to my final exams, I have to put all my fics on hold until end of April. I'm really really sorry if the suspense is killing you. *bows* Gomen, minna-san. Don't worry, I won't give up yet. Of course I'll give a happy end for them.