Standard Disclaimers apply: I don't own Gundam ~sigh~ wish I did... *cries really loudly* I love those
boys!!!
Parings: 1x2 3x4 5x?
Romance and Angst (gomen)
Please ignore my bad spelling and non-excitant grammar
Thanks to my two reviews lora-helen: Thanks babe for the vote of confidence *gins* yeah!!! also
Mesha thanks a lot hehehehhehehe....
Dedicated to a good friend who lives on the other side of the world... Love ya always Cas...
First Fig
My candle burs at both ends;
It will not last the night;
Bt ah, my foes and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Angel With Metal Wings
Code Name 02 - A Meeting of Destinies
"Heeeeeerrrrrrrrrrroooooo...." Heero Yuy winced as 'that' voice seemed to run down his spine.
"Heero what are you doing out here? I thought you'd be dancing the night away with me..." Heero
stopped listening after the first couple of words. Raelene the Queen of Pointless chatter, and his
expected fiancee. Everyone knew that somehow Heero would finally propose and one of earths sexist
bachelors would be snagged.
The only person who didn't know it was Heero himself. It didn't feel right with Raelene, he liked her
yes. But as a sister and not a potential life partner, or ummm... lover. No Heero had been having
dreams lately, dreams that disturb him greatly. Violet eyes looking at him pleadingly, a long brown braid
that teased and taunted him. And what's more the foggy dimly remembered memory of forever.
"Heero are you listening!!!" Raelene had, had enough if he wasn't going to listen then she wasn't going
to talk to him. "Heero, find out for yourself then!" and she stormed off in a huff. Heero sighed, maybe
he was just paranoid. He decided to leave the party in any case, he didn't feel up to dancing and
laughing with his friends. He quickly made his way to the door only to bump into his best friends.
Quatre Rebaca Winner, his boyfriend Trowa Barton, and Chang Wufie. "Hey Heero!" chirped the
happy little blonde with baby blue eyes. "Hiya Quatre," replied Heero it was hard to stay pissy when
Quatre was around. Trowa wrapped a possessive arm around the blonde. "Hello," he said softy quite
and withdrawn Trowa had one of the most unusual hairstyles Heero had ever seen, one bang covering
one eye? Quatre was forever trying to get him to ungel his hair, according to the blonde Trowa had the
sexiest green eyes ever. "Yuy," the Chinese man with the black ponytail nodded, Wufie was not one for
small talk.
"Well guys I'm headed home I'll talk to you later," Heero waved quickly and headed out the door.
Leaving three vary curious men in his wake, "Do you think he has a lover?" Quatre asked his boy
friend, Trowa shook his head sadly "No little one, he's still searching". Quatre looked at the green eyes
man questioningly, but Trowa shook his head again that was the end of the conversation.
~*~*~*~*~
Heero quietly stepped into his small but spacious house. A respected business man and quite wealthy
he had made a comfortable life for himself. Anyone you asked would tell you Heero Yuy was the life of
the party, always smiling and joking with people. Always one to have a kind word, he donated to local
charities and orphanages everyone loved Heero. Especially the ladies. He had met Raelene at a
business meeting and for some unexplainable reason they soon became and item. He supposed that
was a good story for the media. Why not? Local wealthy business man to wed the president of the
world. A nice piece of gossip.
Tonight though he knew he would dream. That boy with the violet eyes and the brown braid that but
Raelenes hair to shame. Melancholy now an unusual mood from his normally chipper self Heero walked
into the kitchen to make himself a pot of coffee. Normally the quietness of the house didn't bother him,
as much as he liked his friends and the endless chatter tonight the silence seemed oppressive. Waiting
for his coffee to finish Heero heard the faint sounds of rain on the roof. Great perfect way to ruin my
mood further he thought. His coffee machine beeped and he poured himself a nice cup of the elixir of
life. Sighing again it seemed that's all he did these days, he walked back into his living room and flipped
on his laptop. Well if he wasn't going to party tonight at least he could get some reports done.
The hours flew by and before he knew it, it was almost mid night. Stretching the kinks out of his back
he vaguely wondered if he should see a masseuse about his neck and back problems. He knew they
had to be cased by tension and the long hours over the computer. Standing he shutdown his files and
started to turn off lights on his way to the bedroom. It had been a long and exhausting day, first reports
that were monumentally important to his finical future were lost, he swore someone was fallowing him
around, and finally the party at Raelene's and her not so subtle hinting about the prospects of tying the
knot.
Almost home free Heero had just stepped into the bedroom when he heard a soft tapping. Hesitating he
strained his ears trying to distinguish the nosie over the now pouring rain. A few minutes elapse and
shrugging he turns back to his already post-poned sleep. About to undress he heard it again the soft
almost hesitant tapping at his door. Frowning he walked back down the hall and into the now dark
living room. Flipping on the table lamp near the door Heero cautiously opened the door.
The rain was really coming down drenching everything, including the figure on the doorstep. At first
Heero thought he was looking at a child, barly five feet five inches tall. Heero himself was tall standing a
good six foot eight and rather large through the shoulders he tended to intimidate most till they got to
know him better. The drenched figure on the door step was dressed completely in black, from his
rather large boots, to his leather jacket. He carried a small black backpack and what looked like a
sword. Sword? Was he a kenshi? The figure peered up at him through chestnut bangs plastered to his
forehead. Heero's all seeing blue eyes widened as he peered into the violet eyes of his dreams.
Heero had thought he was looking at a kid, but those eyes spoke differently. Pain, and sorrow of
unimaginable depth shone though. A gaunt pale face that spoke of a hard life and a firm mouth that
looked as if it never smiled. Heero was stunned here, on his doorstep was the man of his dreams small
and wiry, he looked as if a stiff breeze would blow him away. Swallowing the lump in his throat Heero
smiled "Please come in," he said stepping aside to allow the smaller man entrance. Clutching his
backpack as if it were a lifeline the black clad stranger edged around the much larger man to stand just
inside out of the rain.
Shutting the door behind him Heero walked into the living room turning on more lights, expecting the
man to fallow him he turned to see the stranger still standing near the door. Looking around as if
memorizing every detail of the house. "Please come in, would you like some coffee?" the man in black
nodded and gently set his backpack and sword on the floor near the door. He then stripped off his
boots. Heero noticed the bare feet, no socks? The stranger then removed his coat, wearing a black
turtleneck, and freeing his hair. The long hair done up in a braid reached his hips. Heero was now sure
that this was the one he had been waiting for.
Motioning for the him to fallow Heero walked into the kitchen. Fallowing at a slower rate the man still
watched everything those violet eyes never staying still. Upon entering the kitchen Heero motioned for
violet eyes to take a seat at the table, nodding efficiently he took a seat and waited patently for the
coffee. Heero set a mug down in front of them both and sat across from dream boy. Nether spoke for
what seemed like hours, when really it had only been a few minutes. "Duo.." the man said softly. Heero
jumped slightly "Pardon?" he could have swore the man just spoke "My name is Duo". The man spoke
again in that same soft voice. "My names Heero", the man in question looked directly at Duo and spoke
once more "Not that I'm complaining, but it would be nice to know why you're here". Duo nodded,
"To protect you..." not one for small talk Duo never said much. Heero nodded thoughtfully. "Why?" he
finally asked, "You have need". Heero had a hard time keeping his frustration from showing. "Ok, ok
you win", Duo looked at him puzzled.
"Look it's been a long day and I'm to tired at the moment to make any sense out of this. So I'll show
you the guest room and in the morning we shall talk". Duo nodded and set his still full coffee cup on the
table. Fallowing Heero down the hall Duo's sharp gaze took in everything the rooms, possible
infiltration areas. The best escape routes, he stopped suddenly as Heero pulled up short. "Here's the
guest room", Heero pointed to the room across from his own. "And this in my room", he again gestured
across the hall. Duo stood still for a moment then shaking his head he walked back out into the living
room.. Puzzled Heero waited to see what he would do. Then seemingly out of nowhere and figure with
a sword appeared. Gasping sharply Heero stepped back, the figure reached out and Heero flinched
away.
"Gomen..." that voice Heero's head snapped up "Duo?" he wisperd. The faceless figure nodded. "Jeez
give ma a heart attack there". Heero shook his head "Anyway I'm going to bed", he stepped into his
room. "Goodnight..." Heero barley heard the quiet voice. Thinking it was his overactive imagination,
and desperate wishes for the man in his house Heero got ready for bed.
Finally settling in amongst the covers, Heero swiftly fell asleep some how comforted by the thought of
Duo in the house...
~*~*~*~*~
Baka baka baka baka baka baka... a small dark figure was curled up in front of Heero's bedroom
door. Duo had nearly died when he saw Heero. So much taller and bigger then the last time he'd
seen him. He had decided that getting close to Heero was the best way to see to his safety. He refused
to take chances while Heero's life hung in the balance.
Making himself comfortable Duo held his sword close, ready to spring into action at any given moment.
The darkness around him was comforting and familiar. Unfortunately it gave him time to think about the
events of the last few minutes. He filched away from me... Duo felt ill the last expression he ever
wanted to see on that beautiful face was fear. It was what he had become, he was not the same fiver-
year-old that had one begged Heero for a promise of forever.
No, he was a skinny, pale, disfigured assassin with the blood of many tainting his soul. Duo pushed up
his shirt sleeves and lightly traced the scars that ran the length of his arms. For you I live beloved, for
you alone. You promised me that day... you said forever...Shingaim if you can hear this prayer. I
ask for nothing more then to see Heero happy. No matter the price I want him to live in
happiness the rest of his days. It's a promise made a long time a go... promise of forever.
TBC...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wilson: Wow!!!! Chapter 2 *large chibi eyes* I'm soooooo talented.
T: *rather large stick coming out of nowhere* Take that you conceded -
D: Ohhhh... hit her again *happily munching popcorn*
Wilson: *laying on floor with swirly eyes*
Jay: Hi Hi!!
Katie: La Li Ho!!!
Wilson: AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Jay!!! Katie!!!!!
T: Hey I thought your calling yourself samptra...
Wilson: Yeah but nobody knew who I was hehehehhehehe ^__^ well what about my story?????
All: __
Wilson: What does that mean?
All: *start showering poor author with lemons*
D: *still munching popcorn* Well I suppose I should help... ^__- but naaaahhhh.
Wilson: *poking head out from under a pile of lemons* Reviews welcome ^_^ and this will be a lemon
somd *shuts up abruptly as a lemon is stuffed in her mouth by T*
T: __^ hehehhehehehehehehehehe...
boys!!!
Parings: 1x2 3x4 5x?
Romance and Angst (gomen)
Please ignore my bad spelling and non-excitant grammar
Thanks to my two reviews lora-helen: Thanks babe for the vote of confidence *gins* yeah!!! also
Mesha thanks a lot hehehehhehehe....
Dedicated to a good friend who lives on the other side of the world... Love ya always Cas...
First Fig
My candle burs at both ends;
It will not last the night;
Bt ah, my foes and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Angel With Metal Wings
Code Name 02 - A Meeting of Destinies
"Heeeeeerrrrrrrrrrroooooo...." Heero Yuy winced as 'that' voice seemed to run down his spine.
"Heero what are you doing out here? I thought you'd be dancing the night away with me..." Heero
stopped listening after the first couple of words. Raelene the Queen of Pointless chatter, and his
expected fiancee. Everyone knew that somehow Heero would finally propose and one of earths sexist
bachelors would be snagged.
The only person who didn't know it was Heero himself. It didn't feel right with Raelene, he liked her
yes. But as a sister and not a potential life partner, or ummm... lover. No Heero had been having
dreams lately, dreams that disturb him greatly. Violet eyes looking at him pleadingly, a long brown braid
that teased and taunted him. And what's more the foggy dimly remembered memory of forever.
"Heero are you listening!!!" Raelene had, had enough if he wasn't going to listen then she wasn't going
to talk to him. "Heero, find out for yourself then!" and she stormed off in a huff. Heero sighed, maybe
he was just paranoid. He decided to leave the party in any case, he didn't feel up to dancing and
laughing with his friends. He quickly made his way to the door only to bump into his best friends.
Quatre Rebaca Winner, his boyfriend Trowa Barton, and Chang Wufie. "Hey Heero!" chirped the
happy little blonde with baby blue eyes. "Hiya Quatre," replied Heero it was hard to stay pissy when
Quatre was around. Trowa wrapped a possessive arm around the blonde. "Hello," he said softy quite
and withdrawn Trowa had one of the most unusual hairstyles Heero had ever seen, one bang covering
one eye? Quatre was forever trying to get him to ungel his hair, according to the blonde Trowa had the
sexiest green eyes ever. "Yuy," the Chinese man with the black ponytail nodded, Wufie was not one for
small talk.
"Well guys I'm headed home I'll talk to you later," Heero waved quickly and headed out the door.
Leaving three vary curious men in his wake, "Do you think he has a lover?" Quatre asked his boy
friend, Trowa shook his head sadly "No little one, he's still searching". Quatre looked at the green eyes
man questioningly, but Trowa shook his head again that was the end of the conversation.
~*~*~*~*~
Heero quietly stepped into his small but spacious house. A respected business man and quite wealthy
he had made a comfortable life for himself. Anyone you asked would tell you Heero Yuy was the life of
the party, always smiling and joking with people. Always one to have a kind word, he donated to local
charities and orphanages everyone loved Heero. Especially the ladies. He had met Raelene at a
business meeting and for some unexplainable reason they soon became and item. He supposed that
was a good story for the media. Why not? Local wealthy business man to wed the president of the
world. A nice piece of gossip.
Tonight though he knew he would dream. That boy with the violet eyes and the brown braid that but
Raelenes hair to shame. Melancholy now an unusual mood from his normally chipper self Heero walked
into the kitchen to make himself a pot of coffee. Normally the quietness of the house didn't bother him,
as much as he liked his friends and the endless chatter tonight the silence seemed oppressive. Waiting
for his coffee to finish Heero heard the faint sounds of rain on the roof. Great perfect way to ruin my
mood further he thought. His coffee machine beeped and he poured himself a nice cup of the elixir of
life. Sighing again it seemed that's all he did these days, he walked back into his living room and flipped
on his laptop. Well if he wasn't going to party tonight at least he could get some reports done.
The hours flew by and before he knew it, it was almost mid night. Stretching the kinks out of his back
he vaguely wondered if he should see a masseuse about his neck and back problems. He knew they
had to be cased by tension and the long hours over the computer. Standing he shutdown his files and
started to turn off lights on his way to the bedroom. It had been a long and exhausting day, first reports
that were monumentally important to his finical future were lost, he swore someone was fallowing him
around, and finally the party at Raelene's and her not so subtle hinting about the prospects of tying the
knot.
Almost home free Heero had just stepped into the bedroom when he heard a soft tapping. Hesitating he
strained his ears trying to distinguish the nosie over the now pouring rain. A few minutes elapse and
shrugging he turns back to his already post-poned sleep. About to undress he heard it again the soft
almost hesitant tapping at his door. Frowning he walked back down the hall and into the now dark
living room. Flipping on the table lamp near the door Heero cautiously opened the door.
The rain was really coming down drenching everything, including the figure on the doorstep. At first
Heero thought he was looking at a child, barly five feet five inches tall. Heero himself was tall standing a
good six foot eight and rather large through the shoulders he tended to intimidate most till they got to
know him better. The drenched figure on the door step was dressed completely in black, from his
rather large boots, to his leather jacket. He carried a small black backpack and what looked like a
sword. Sword? Was he a kenshi? The figure peered up at him through chestnut bangs plastered to his
forehead. Heero's all seeing blue eyes widened as he peered into the violet eyes of his dreams.
Heero had thought he was looking at a kid, but those eyes spoke differently. Pain, and sorrow of
unimaginable depth shone though. A gaunt pale face that spoke of a hard life and a firm mouth that
looked as if it never smiled. Heero was stunned here, on his doorstep was the man of his dreams small
and wiry, he looked as if a stiff breeze would blow him away. Swallowing the lump in his throat Heero
smiled "Please come in," he said stepping aside to allow the smaller man entrance. Clutching his
backpack as if it were a lifeline the black clad stranger edged around the much larger man to stand just
inside out of the rain.
Shutting the door behind him Heero walked into the living room turning on more lights, expecting the
man to fallow him he turned to see the stranger still standing near the door. Looking around as if
memorizing every detail of the house. "Please come in, would you like some coffee?" the man in black
nodded and gently set his backpack and sword on the floor near the door. He then stripped off his
boots. Heero noticed the bare feet, no socks? The stranger then removed his coat, wearing a black
turtleneck, and freeing his hair. The long hair done up in a braid reached his hips. Heero was now sure
that this was the one he had been waiting for.
Motioning for the him to fallow Heero walked into the kitchen. Fallowing at a slower rate the man still
watched everything those violet eyes never staying still. Upon entering the kitchen Heero motioned for
violet eyes to take a seat at the table, nodding efficiently he took a seat and waited patently for the
coffee. Heero set a mug down in front of them both and sat across from dream boy. Nether spoke for
what seemed like hours, when really it had only been a few minutes. "Duo.." the man said softly. Heero
jumped slightly "Pardon?" he could have swore the man just spoke "My name is Duo". The man spoke
again in that same soft voice. "My names Heero", the man in question looked directly at Duo and spoke
once more "Not that I'm complaining, but it would be nice to know why you're here". Duo nodded,
"To protect you..." not one for small talk Duo never said much. Heero nodded thoughtfully. "Why?" he
finally asked, "You have need". Heero had a hard time keeping his frustration from showing. "Ok, ok
you win", Duo looked at him puzzled.
"Look it's been a long day and I'm to tired at the moment to make any sense out of this. So I'll show
you the guest room and in the morning we shall talk". Duo nodded and set his still full coffee cup on the
table. Fallowing Heero down the hall Duo's sharp gaze took in everything the rooms, possible
infiltration areas. The best escape routes, he stopped suddenly as Heero pulled up short. "Here's the
guest room", Heero pointed to the room across from his own. "And this in my room", he again gestured
across the hall. Duo stood still for a moment then shaking his head he walked back out into the living
room.. Puzzled Heero waited to see what he would do. Then seemingly out of nowhere and figure with
a sword appeared. Gasping sharply Heero stepped back, the figure reached out and Heero flinched
away.
"Gomen..." that voice Heero's head snapped up "Duo?" he wisperd. The faceless figure nodded. "Jeez
give ma a heart attack there". Heero shook his head "Anyway I'm going to bed", he stepped into his
room. "Goodnight..." Heero barley heard the quiet voice. Thinking it was his overactive imagination,
and desperate wishes for the man in his house Heero got ready for bed.
Finally settling in amongst the covers, Heero swiftly fell asleep some how comforted by the thought of
Duo in the house...
~*~*~*~*~
Baka baka baka baka baka baka... a small dark figure was curled up in front of Heero's bedroom
door. Duo had nearly died when he saw Heero. So much taller and bigger then the last time he'd
seen him. He had decided that getting close to Heero was the best way to see to his safety. He refused
to take chances while Heero's life hung in the balance.
Making himself comfortable Duo held his sword close, ready to spring into action at any given moment.
The darkness around him was comforting and familiar. Unfortunately it gave him time to think about the
events of the last few minutes. He filched away from me... Duo felt ill the last expression he ever
wanted to see on that beautiful face was fear. It was what he had become, he was not the same fiver-
year-old that had one begged Heero for a promise of forever.
No, he was a skinny, pale, disfigured assassin with the blood of many tainting his soul. Duo pushed up
his shirt sleeves and lightly traced the scars that ran the length of his arms. For you I live beloved, for
you alone. You promised me that day... you said forever...Shingaim if you can hear this prayer. I
ask for nothing more then to see Heero happy. No matter the price I want him to live in
happiness the rest of his days. It's a promise made a long time a go... promise of forever.
TBC...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wilson: Wow!!!! Chapter 2 *large chibi eyes* I'm soooooo talented.
T: *rather large stick coming out of nowhere* Take that you conceded -
D: Ohhhh... hit her again *happily munching popcorn*
Wilson: *laying on floor with swirly eyes*
Jay: Hi Hi!!
Katie: La Li Ho!!!
Wilson: AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Jay!!! Katie!!!!!
T: Hey I thought your calling yourself samptra...
Wilson: Yeah but nobody knew who I was hehehehhehehe ^__^ well what about my story?????
All: __
Wilson: What does that mean?
All: *start showering poor author with lemons*
D: *still munching popcorn* Well I suppose I should help... ^__- but naaaahhhh.
Wilson: *poking head out from under a pile of lemons* Reviews welcome ^_^ and this will be a lemon
somd *shuts up abruptly as a lemon is stuffed in her mouth by T*
T: __^ hehehhehehehehehehehehe...