Welcome to Sappy Ficlet Theater! Currently, it's a collection of three unrelated- well- sappy ficlets. ^_^;; They're sappy... and short. So they're sappy ficlets- of the 1x2x1 variety, naturally. More perhaps to come. I'll just throw here anything that I don't think has enough substance to be a legitimate fic ^^;;
Warnings: Sappity sap sap, shounen ai, fuzz
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. And this goes for all my other fics when I was too young and naive to know that disclaimers are a good thing. Please don't sue.
Comments: It's sappy, it's cliche... Read it anyway ^.^ (please?)
Lying is Easy
Why is he just sitting there? He's staring at me again. Why does he do that? I turn around to stare back at him, more of a glare, actually. I ask him a question and he doesn't answer, just keeps right on staring. He asks me a question, completely unrelated to the topic at hand. The answer is no, of course not. And why does he want to know anyway? If I did it certainly wouldn't be him. He turns away now, and stares at the ceiling. Not that it's a particularly interesting ceiling at all, so I don't know why he'd stare at it. Better it than me, I suppose.
I sit for a while, longer than I care to admit to anyone but myself. Then I realize I'm staring at him for once. Well, not for once, I've done it before. I can admit things to myself. After all, if you can't be honest with yourself, who can you be honest with? And I'm always truthful to myself. And while I'm being perfectly honest with myself, I can admit that I have nothing _to_ admit here. After all, people get distracted sometimes without meaning to, and what they end up staring at has no real significance. I could have just as easily or impactfully been sta2ring at the wall. Or the ceiling. It was bound to happen to me someday. For the first and last time. What's the use in being honest with yourself if you have nothing to be honest about?
Somehow my logic seems slightly flawed, but it's of no concern for such a trivial matter. Emotions and all.
I decide to lie to myself a bit, just to see how it feels, since I don't need to be honest anyway, right? There's no reason to be. Nothing to admit. Here goes...
I'm in love with him. Madly and deeply and will be forever, I just haven't figured it out yet, or rather, hadn't figured it out before.
Wow, that was easy. Lying to myself is easier than expected. I've been honest with myself for so long that I would have thought it would be a little harder than that. So easy. For a second there, I almost believed it myself.
Now I'm going to jump on the bandwagon and have pointless, mildly amusing dialogue with characters I wish I could talk to in real life.
Naraku: *googly eyes* I think that was rather wistful and sad at the end...
Heero: That wasn't wistful. It was stupid.
Naraku: -_- But- but- Look! You're so close to admitting your love for Duo to yourself! And you don't even know it!
Heero: That was supposed to be me?
Naraku: ...It could have been. .;
Heero: I don't ramble in my head like that.
Heero: *thinking* I said to the moronic authoress who likes to write me as a sappy idiot for some reason.
Naraku: Uh huh.... *watches Heero think*
Heero: *lost in a daze, thinking* ...and then I got to thinking about one of my favorite fantasies, with Duo in the hottub, and I thought...
Naraku: *checks watch* Heeero.... *yawns*
Heero: *still thinking* Then, all at once, I realized she was right! I do have stupid monologues in my head! I was a failure! My life was over!
Naraku: *sweatdrop*
Heero: *thinking, slowly coming out of daze* And then I remembered that I was still being written by the stupid girl, and still had no control over my actions! All I had to do was get out of this footnote HELL!
Naraku: *speaking quickly* Well, I guess I'll take pity on Heero and let him out of quote "footnote HELL!" unquote. Bai bai! (I'm gonna die...)
Heero: *still thinking* I could practically feel her flimsy neck snap under my crushing grip...
Naraku: ...meep...
Warnings: Sappity sap sap, shounen ai, fuzz
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. And this goes for all my other fics when I was too young and naive to know that disclaimers are a good thing. Please don't sue.
Comments: It's sappy, it's cliche... Read it anyway ^.^ (please?)
Lying is Easy
Why is he just sitting there? He's staring at me again. Why does he do that? I turn around to stare back at him, more of a glare, actually. I ask him a question and he doesn't answer, just keeps right on staring. He asks me a question, completely unrelated to the topic at hand. The answer is no, of course not. And why does he want to know anyway? If I did it certainly wouldn't be him. He turns away now, and stares at the ceiling. Not that it's a particularly interesting ceiling at all, so I don't know why he'd stare at it. Better it than me, I suppose.
I sit for a while, longer than I care to admit to anyone but myself. Then I realize I'm staring at him for once. Well, not for once, I've done it before. I can admit things to myself. After all, if you can't be honest with yourself, who can you be honest with? And I'm always truthful to myself. And while I'm being perfectly honest with myself, I can admit that I have nothing _to_ admit here. After all, people get distracted sometimes without meaning to, and what they end up staring at has no real significance. I could have just as easily or impactfully been sta2ring at the wall. Or the ceiling. It was bound to happen to me someday. For the first and last time. What's the use in being honest with yourself if you have nothing to be honest about?
Somehow my logic seems slightly flawed, but it's of no concern for such a trivial matter. Emotions and all.
I decide to lie to myself a bit, just to see how it feels, since I don't need to be honest anyway, right? There's no reason to be. Nothing to admit. Here goes...
I'm in love with him. Madly and deeply and will be forever, I just haven't figured it out yet, or rather, hadn't figured it out before.
Wow, that was easy. Lying to myself is easier than expected. I've been honest with myself for so long that I would have thought it would be a little harder than that. So easy. For a second there, I almost believed it myself.
Now I'm going to jump on the bandwagon and have pointless, mildly amusing dialogue with characters I wish I could talk to in real life.
Naraku: *googly eyes* I think that was rather wistful and sad at the end...
Heero: That wasn't wistful. It was stupid.
Naraku: -_- But- but- Look! You're so close to admitting your love for Duo to yourself! And you don't even know it!
Heero: That was supposed to be me?
Naraku: ...It could have been. .;
Heero: I don't ramble in my head like that.
Heero: *thinking* I said to the moronic authoress who likes to write me as a sappy idiot for some reason.
Naraku: Uh huh.... *watches Heero think*
Heero: *lost in a daze, thinking* ...and then I got to thinking about one of my favorite fantasies, with Duo in the hottub, and I thought...
Naraku: *checks watch* Heeero.... *yawns*
Heero: *still thinking* Then, all at once, I realized she was right! I do have stupid monologues in my head! I was a failure! My life was over!
Naraku: *sweatdrop*
Heero: *thinking, slowly coming out of daze* And then I remembered that I was still being written by the stupid girl, and still had no control over my actions! All I had to do was get out of this footnote HELL!
Naraku: *speaking quickly* Well, I guess I'll take pity on Heero and let him out of quote "footnote HELL!" unquote. Bai bai! (I'm gonna die...)
Heero: *still thinking* I could practically feel her flimsy neck snap under my crushing grip...
Naraku: ...meep...