A Gentle SHOVE In The Right Direction
Chapter 1: More Information, Please
By: Tripping Daisies
Rating: PG-13; for minor language usage
Spoilers: None that I can think of
P.O.V: Third Person
Pairings: planned 1x2, and 3x4
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Only the plot belongs to me.
Summary: New love could blossom in the war-torn, chaos-filled universe. But sometimes foolishness, arrogance, and adolescent stupidity prevent anything from happening. Then, all you need is a gentle nudge in the right direction…or in this case, a gentle shove.
// //: Heero's Thoughts
{ }: Duo's Thoughts
-- --: Wu Fei's Thoughts
~*~: Scene Change
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In a dusty corner of the dark school dorm, there sat the Pilot of Wing, leveling a glare at the bed diagonally opposite him, where a certain blonde lay fast asleep. He was not aware of the turmoil that was tearing Heero apart. After all, it is a difficult thing to go against training. But now, Heero had to face facts. He admitted to himself that he did not want to be on this mission. For, if he wasn't, he could be back at the safe house with his Duo. // Baka! He is not your Duo. How would he know that you like him if you've been too weak to tell him? //
Suddenly, there was a small sigh from the figure in the bed. Quatre rolled over to where he was facing Heero. Sleepy cerulean eyes blinked open, and it took several minutes for the disorientation to fade. However, it took no time at all for Quatre to realize who was venomously glaring at him.
"Heero?" the voice croaked out, heavy with sleepiness. "Why are you still awake? Is everything all right?" Heero's scowl deepened.
"Affirmative. I have sufficient sleep stored from yesterday." Again, Quatre sighed.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk, I won't force you to." Quatre promptly closed his eyes, and tried to level his breathing. //Why can't you talk to him? He might be able to help! After all, he is with Trowa. //
"Wait, Quatre. There is something wrong, and I…I…I need help figuring it out," Heero spit out the words as if they were poison in his mouth, and for the Perfect Soldier, they were. The reaction received from Quatre was all excitement. His eyes lit up, and his smile grew doubly wide.
"Wow! The Perfect Soldier just admitted to needing help! I have to call Duo!" He giggled when he saw the look of frustration on Heero's face.
"I would like your help, if you promise to not pass judgments," Heero said is a very serious tone of voice.
"Fine by me. None of this will be heard from me," Quatre responded with just as much sincerity. And with that, the explanations of feelings and troubles began.
"I don't know when or why, but somewhere in the duration of our fight, I have developed feelings for Duo. It has been hard for me to come to terms with these feelings, because it goes against every part of my training. I have not voiced my feelings to Duo, because I have a fear of rejection. I don't think Duo takes an interest in me, the way I take an interest in him. I don't know what I am supposed to do about this," Heero said and then paused.
"Its understandable that you are nervous, and afraid. I felt the same way when I first realized I liked Trowa. You just have to let it happen. Things will take their course, and if it is meant to be, then it is meant to be," Quatre explained, in a soothing tone of voice.
"But I don't want to wait for this so called 'fate' to put the pieces together. I want something to happen now!"
"Well, if you are that anxious to see something happen, then you could always get over your apprehensions and tell Duo. Who knows, it might just work out," Quatre said, a small smile playing about his lips. Heero was also lightly smiling, as visions of violet eyes and long chestnut braids popped into his head. As soon as they appeared, they were gone, banished into the depths of Heero's mind.
"If it were to work out, and mind you I don't like 'ifs', we could compromise the war effort, due to emotional attachments. That is unacceptable," Heero reasoned, his ever-logical mind centered on the war. Quatre was amazed at the talkativeness of the Perfect Soldier tonight. He had said more in this one conversation than he had all of the time Quatre had known him.
"Don't worry about it. Let's get some sleep and prepare for the mission. If we get it done ahead of schedule, then we can go back to the safe-house and start to figure out what to do."
"Acceptable." With that, Quatre turned over to face the wall, and quickly fell back into the dream world. Heero sat still for a few moments longer, and then rose from his position on the floor. He climbed into his bed, on top of the covers, and promptly fell into a light sleep, which would still allow him to function, should they be attacked.
And as Heero fell into this light sleep, he fell deeper than expected, letting his guard down. Dreams came to him, and he smiled warmly, without anyone being the wiser.
The door to the safe house opened, revealing Quatre and Heero standing behind it. The came into the safe house, and set their gear on the floor. Quickly, Quatre and Trowa started up the stairs. As a means of greeting, Heero got a silent nod from Trowa, and a dismissive wave from Wu Fei, who was busy meditating in the corner. The braided boy of Heero's imagination was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, there came loud footfalls from the floor above, and without warning Duo was bounding down the stairs, his braid swinging behind him back and forth and back and forth, hypnotizing the cat whom lay at the top of the stairs.
"Hee-chan! I'm so happy you are home," Duo said as he welcomed Heero into his warm embrace. Heero smiled into Duo's shoulder.
"We need to talk, Duo," Heero said, as he mustered all of his courage. He was going to tell Duo, if it was the last thing he did.
"Sure thing, Heero! Where d'ya wanna talk?"
"My Room."
Duo followed Heero up the stairs, trotting along like a five-year-old promised candy. //In a way, he will get some candy. // Duo noticed Heero's smirk, and suddenly became confused. The walked through the door, and Duo took his customary position on Heero's bed. Heero stood in front of Duo. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was a mere five minutes.
Suddenly, Heero lunged forward, capturing Duo's delicate lips in a kiss filled with passion. Duo moaned into Heero's mouth as their tongues began a sacred dance. Heero blindly groped for the tie to Duo's hair and deftly pulled it out. Five feet of wavy chestnut hair billowed around them. Heero ran his fingers through the mass, marveling at how soft it felt...
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Heero's hand flailed in the air, seeking a target for his anger. He found it in a matter of seconds, picked up the alarm clock and chucked it against the wall. With a sickening 'crunch' the machine's red digital numbers faded away, as did the sound.
He then got up and began preparing for the events of the day.
~*~
Meanwhile, back at the safe house, three young men were hunched over the kitchen table, staring pointedly at the cards in their hands. Trowa kept his face carefully blank, while Wu Fei smirked slightly. Duo, however, had the most surprising change in his features. He looked dead, with his hollow violet eyes and lips pulled into a tight, thin line. Wu Fei noticed this first.
"Maxwell, where is that maniacal grin of yours?"
Trowa turned his head, his visible emerald orb widening slightly in shock. He had never seen Duo without his smile. Come to think of it, no one had.
"Huh?" Duo mumbled intelligently, coming out of his daze. "Oh! Sorry guys! Guess I just kinda spaced out there." The statement was followed by much nervous laughter, which immediately gave away the boy's attempt at a cover up.
{Damn! They caught me thinking about him again! I gotta stop doing that or else they are gonna start getting suspicious…}
"Spit it out Duo. What is going on in that head of yours?" Trowa said, deciding it better to break the tense silence than to stay quiet.
"There's nothing to spit out, Trowa! Why would you say there is?" Duo stated, in defense.
"Your eyes look like they are about to come out of your head, Maxwell, you baka!" Wu Fei spat vehemently.
{Maybe I should just tell them. It'd be easier that this whole 'keep-it-secret' gig I've been pulling. I mean, Trow-man is with Quat and it was like pullin' teeth to get those two together. He'd understand what's goin' on in my life! He'll help me out. Here goes nothin'!}
"Well, here it goes. Okay, I've been having these feelings. They are all warm and tingly. They feel good, don't get me wrong. No pain, or anything. And I don't think I'm going psycho or anything because of them, so don't worry about me endangering the mission. But still, I don't really know if I understand them, and all, and I really wish I did," Duo paused to take a breath. He noticed the precarious looks his monologue was generating. "NOT THOSE KIND OF FEELINGS! It's just…just…"
"Is this going to be an all night talk, Maxwell? Some of us have things that need to be done," an irritated Wu Fei said. Trowa nodded slightly in agreement.
"I think I have fallen in love with Heero."
{Oh hell! Did I just say that out loud?!}
There were a few moments of silence, and then suddenly Wu Fei burst out laughing. Trowa's face clearly displayed a look of utter shock. Once Wu Fei got his giggles under control, he decided to comment on the revelation.
"Now there is a relationship that will never work!" With that, the man retreated back to his world of giddy laughter. Trowa's head whipped around, and he leveled a glare at the Chinese man.
"Wu Fei!" Trowa scolded. "Be nice!"
"Yes, Wuffles! Be nice to poor me! After all, I am bearing my soul to you, here, and you have the audacity to laugh!" Duo pretend-pouted. He wasn't really mad. {How could I be when I expected much worse?! Their reactions are mild compared to what Heero will do.}
The door to the safe house opened, revealing Quatre and Heero standing behind it. The came into the safe house, and set their gear on the floor. Quickly, Quatre and Trowa started up the stairs. As a means of greeting, Heero got a silent nod from Trowa, and a dismissive wave from Wu Fei, who was busy meditating in the corner. The braided boy was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, there came loud footfalls from the floor above, and without warning Duo was bounding down the stairs, his braid swinging behind him back and forth and back and forth, hypnotizing the cat whom lay at the top of the stairs.
"Hee-chan! I'm so happy you are home," Duo said as he lightly draped his arm around Heero's neck, but quickly pulled away, knowing that the man before him loathed human contact. "We need to talk."
"Lead the way," was the only response Heero gave.
They made their way carefully to Duo's room, and once the door was closed, Duo began to reveal his secret to the man he loved more than life itself.
"Heero, I don't exactly know how to say this."
"Say it." It was a gruff, cold command from the Soldier himself.
"I love you," came the weak reply.
Before Duo even had time to think, he was facing the barrel of a gun, aimed directly between his eyes. He blinked once, and then closed his eyes, running over all of the good times in his life. They were few. Then, he heard the last words he'd ever hear.
"Goodbye Duo."
Duo shuddered visibly as the scene ended in his mind. Trowa noticed, and was wondering again what was happening in Duo's brain. He thought better of asking. Instead, he offered simple advice.
"Let it be. If fate says it should be, then it will be. If not, then it won't. You don't really have a say."
"At times, you really sound like Quat, you know that?" Duo marveled.
"It happens, especially when the person you sound like is the other half of your soul," Trowa commented, sappily.
Duo wiped at the non-existent tears in his eyes, rose from his position at the table, and proceeded to hug both pilots.
"Trow-man! Wuffles! Thanks for the advice; I don't know what I'd do without friends like you. Although, you have to promise you won't tell Heero?" Duo said, all of a sudden anxious.
"On our honor, we shall not betray you, Maxwell," Wu Fei voiced, for the both of them.
"Again, thank you. Since I am about to collapse on the floor from exhaustion, I am going to say goodnight."
"Goodnight, Duo." Trowa said, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
Duo bounded up the stairs, in a very Duo-esque fashion, ran down the hall, closed the door to his room, and all but threw himself onto the bed. Within minutes of laying his head down, Duo was asleep. The dream world greeted him with open arms and a wide grin.
TBC…Daisies: This is my first attempt at a fanfic. Please review, if you bother to read. Feed a starving artist!
Muse Twiz: You aren't starving.
Daisies: So I lied! Just review!
Muse Twiz: If you review, she might shut up.