02 sides to every 01
Disclaimer- *Grumbles* It was my birthday on the 17th! Sure I got some cool stuff, but I never got the one thing I wanted. GUNDAM WING IS STILL NOT MINE!! *sobs* It belongs to sunrise.
Warnings- This fic will most certainly contain YAOI, This is a MALE x MALE relationship. The rating is because of this, and the fact that there is swearing and mature themes, (attempted) in later chapters.
A/N
I hope you understand the Title, it basicly means Two sides o every 01, incase ya didn't get it.
'.Blah.' = Emphasised words
.Blah. = Thoughts
".Blah." = Speech
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The pilots are all 17, I am not entirely sure where this would fit in the series, as most of the events I use are my own little creations, but bare with me, I am sure I will make it all tie in with the series somehow. It is, I hope, fairly in character for now, though I can say it will be OOC in a few chapters time, so, if you only like stories where all the characters are in perfect character, then sorry, I dun think this is the story for you. Only the very beginning paragraph is in the first person, the rest is in third, I think. So please don't let it put you off. I know I usually start with one strong relationship going, well, in this fic there are none, this, as I am sure you had guessed, will come in later chapters and as with all my fics to date, this will be 1x2x1 2x1x2 and 3x4x3 4x3x4. maybe 5xS, but I like Wuffie single, I know he never gets any, but I dunno, it just works, tell me if you guys want a Wuffie relationship in this fic, if you do I can give it a go!!
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Chapter One: Heero Yuy
My name is a mystery, but people call me Heero, Heero Yuy, the pilot 01, and they have done for as long as I can remember. I am the result of many years of work by a man named J, I am not human, I am machine, The Perfect soldier. I have been trained to kill with no thought of remorse, and I will do whatever it takes for the completion of the mission, my life means nothing. I function best solo, yet I am part of a team, thrown together with the other pilots, 02, 03, 04 and 05. I enjoy my solitude, yet I have a partner, Duo Maxwell, the pilot 02, assigned missions together that I could easily have completed myself. I block him out. But I don't enjoy it and I don't know why. I don't understand, but I don't care, my life is for the mission, I have no feelings, no emotions, my life does not belong to me, it belongs to my creator and this is how he says I must live it, despite the void I feel inside myself.
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05:00 am. time to wake up. As punctual as ever the midnight blue eyes of Heero Yuy snapped open and took in the still dark surroundings of his room. Sitting up his ears alerted him to the snuffled snores of his partner and room mate Duo Maxwell.
Heero scowled, That Baka always slept late, he should be up and checking the wiring, and components of the Gundam Deathsythe, typing up a detailed report from their last mission, or at the very least checking his laptop for new missions, but no. The Baka slept.
05:05 am. Heero Yuy was in the bathroom, showered and changed. Heero stood by the mirror cleaning his teeth. Upon exiting the bathroom at 05:07, after exactly 2 minutes of careful brushing, Heero noted that the braided pilot was still asleep.
05:09 am. Heero sat at the kitchen table eating an apple and a wheat bar. After carefully analysing the energy content of all the foods in the house he had decided that these two items would sustain his body for at least 6 hours. Undoubtedly 'Maxwell' would find it necessary to consume as many sweetened products once he awoke and would thus not have the energy necessary to see him through to lunch.
06:00 am. Heero Yuy was seated at the kitchen table working at his lap-top. There was still no sign of his annoying partner 02, he should have been up and working, it wasn't professional, but it was his own fault if he wasn't prepared when the next mission came in. It wasn't up to Heero to watch 02's back. Heero would continue his work, at least 'one' person in this partnership cared about the mission, he wouldn't wake his sleeping partner.
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11:00 am. Duo Maxwell opened his bleary, sleep clouded eyes, yawned, stretched and dragged himself out of bed. He staggered into the bathroom and peered at himself in the mirror. He grimaced, his hair was a mess. It needed to be washed, there were dark marks under his eyes, for once not from lack of sleep, just from the eyeliner he had forgotten to remove after his trip to the club last night.
Shower, showers are good!
11:30 am. Duo climbed out of the shower, leaving a large puddle of water on the floor and a large cloud of mint smelling steam in the air. His hair was plastered across his back, chest and shoulders, it was still a mess but at least it was clean. Wrapping a large black towel round his waist he sauntered out of the bathroom and down the stairs. He needed food.
Duo strolled into the kitchen and saw his partner at the table.
"Morning Hee-eero!" He trilled, purposely lengthening the e in Heeros name for he knew that it irritated his stoic partner.
"Hn." Well, that was all he had been expecting.
Duo began rummaging around in one of the cupboards in the kitchen when Heero decided to speak up.
"02, what time do you all this?"
Duo grinned at his partner. "Well Heero first of all, can we please drop the '02' my name is Duo, Du-o! And in answer to your question I'd say it's about oh, quarter to 12, but I'm sure you already knew that!"
Heero didn't even crack a smile, "Funny 02, very funny, we have far too much work to do, we can't afford to spend half the night at clubs and half of the next day asleep, you need to finish your mission report before 03, 04 and 05 arrive here, that way we can send all the reports off at once!"
Duo rolled his eyes. "Oh Heero, lighten up. We are on a break. The Doctors will not appreciate being bogged down with paperwork while peace talks are so well in progress between the colonies and the earth, Relena is coping well and at the moment, and no matter how much you wish other wise, she does not need us hanging around."
Heero winced at Relenas name, it had been an effort not to kill the Peacecraft girl, but she was a useful tool in the fight for peace. Wait, What did Duo mean by how much he wished ..? Heero glared at his partner.
Duo, naturally recognised the danger signals in that glare, and as was the custom, he ignored them. "Oh lay off it Heero, we all know you love hanging around Relena!" Duo laid a hand on Heero's shoulder and said good naturedly, "You can't hide it from ol' Duo!"
Heero momentarily relaxed under Duo's friendly touch,
something about this feels so right
But soon his years of careful training caught up with him and harshly he grabbed the other pilots hand, practically breaking the fingers and twisted it until Duo felt the bones in lower arm begin to crack and creak. Heero threw the hand away, sending Duo staggering halfway back across the room, and spun to face his shocked partner.
There were tears in Duos eyes, his arm hurt, but that wasn't the worst of the pain, he had thought he was making progress with Heero, that he was slowly forming a friendship, and then this, did he repulse Heero that much, he had barely even touched him!
Heero took in the look on his partners face, surprise, the violet eyes were wide and filled with tears and pain, he hadn't meant to hurt the other that much. He hadn't 'wanted' to hurt him at all. His partner confused him so much.
Duo looked at him for a moment longer before wiping a hand across his eyes, sighing sadly and then leaving the room, still carrying the large box of sugar topped doughnuts.
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Heero stood alone in the living room, he could clearly feel the spot on his shoulder where Duo had touched him, he didn't understand what he was feeling, his eyes were prickling with tears, but he didn't know why, he didn't have emotions, so why did he feel so bad.
Duo headed back into his and Heero's room, why did Heero hate him so much, all he wanted was to be close to him, to be his friend, there would be no point in hoping for anymore, for one moment it had felt as though Heero had felt safe with him, but as soon as he had noticed it, the fleeting feeling had vanished. Duo entered his room and collapsed on the bed and rubbed his wrist. It wasn't broken luckily, it was twisted badly, but that was all, there would probably be some bruising. Sighing Duo sat up, flicked his braid over his shoulder and bit into one of the donuts, they were sweet, Heero would disapprove, but then, Heero disapproved of almost everything he did.
Downstairs Heero was working again, all thoughts of the braided pilot pushed to the back of his mind, well nearly. Every so often he would pause from his typing as the smiling heart-shaped face flashed across his mind. He wished he hadn't had to hurt his partner, but his training was always too strong for him to overcome, no matter how he tried. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer- *Grumbles* It was my birthday on the 17th! Sure I got some cool stuff, but I never got the one thing I wanted. GUNDAM WING IS STILL NOT MINE!! *sobs* It belongs to sunrise.
Warnings- This fic will most certainly contain YAOI, This is a MALE x MALE relationship. The rating is because of this, and the fact that there is swearing and mature themes, (attempted) in later chapters.
A/N
I hope you understand the Title, it basicly means Two sides o every 01, incase ya didn't get it.
'.Blah.' = Emphasised words
.Blah. = Thoughts
".Blah." = Speech
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The pilots are all 17, I am not entirely sure where this would fit in the series, as most of the events I use are my own little creations, but bare with me, I am sure I will make it all tie in with the series somehow. It is, I hope, fairly in character for now, though I can say it will be OOC in a few chapters time, so, if you only like stories where all the characters are in perfect character, then sorry, I dun think this is the story for you. Only the very beginning paragraph is in the first person, the rest is in third, I think. So please don't let it put you off. I know I usually start with one strong relationship going, well, in this fic there are none, this, as I am sure you had guessed, will come in later chapters and as with all my fics to date, this will be 1x2x1 2x1x2 and 3x4x3 4x3x4. maybe 5xS, but I like Wuffie single, I know he never gets any, but I dunno, it just works, tell me if you guys want a Wuffie relationship in this fic, if you do I can give it a go!!
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Chapter One: Heero Yuy
My name is a mystery, but people call me Heero, Heero Yuy, the pilot 01, and they have done for as long as I can remember. I am the result of many years of work by a man named J, I am not human, I am machine, The Perfect soldier. I have been trained to kill with no thought of remorse, and I will do whatever it takes for the completion of the mission, my life means nothing. I function best solo, yet I am part of a team, thrown together with the other pilots, 02, 03, 04 and 05. I enjoy my solitude, yet I have a partner, Duo Maxwell, the pilot 02, assigned missions together that I could easily have completed myself. I block him out. But I don't enjoy it and I don't know why. I don't understand, but I don't care, my life is for the mission, I have no feelings, no emotions, my life does not belong to me, it belongs to my creator and this is how he says I must live it, despite the void I feel inside myself.
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05:00 am. time to wake up. As punctual as ever the midnight blue eyes of Heero Yuy snapped open and took in the still dark surroundings of his room. Sitting up his ears alerted him to the snuffled snores of his partner and room mate Duo Maxwell.
Heero scowled, That Baka always slept late, he should be up and checking the wiring, and components of the Gundam Deathsythe, typing up a detailed report from their last mission, or at the very least checking his laptop for new missions, but no. The Baka slept.
05:05 am. Heero Yuy was in the bathroom, showered and changed. Heero stood by the mirror cleaning his teeth. Upon exiting the bathroom at 05:07, after exactly 2 minutes of careful brushing, Heero noted that the braided pilot was still asleep.
05:09 am. Heero sat at the kitchen table eating an apple and a wheat bar. After carefully analysing the energy content of all the foods in the house he had decided that these two items would sustain his body for at least 6 hours. Undoubtedly 'Maxwell' would find it necessary to consume as many sweetened products once he awoke and would thus not have the energy necessary to see him through to lunch.
06:00 am. Heero Yuy was seated at the kitchen table working at his lap-top. There was still no sign of his annoying partner 02, he should have been up and working, it wasn't professional, but it was his own fault if he wasn't prepared when the next mission came in. It wasn't up to Heero to watch 02's back. Heero would continue his work, at least 'one' person in this partnership cared about the mission, he wouldn't wake his sleeping partner.
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11:00 am. Duo Maxwell opened his bleary, sleep clouded eyes, yawned, stretched and dragged himself out of bed. He staggered into the bathroom and peered at himself in the mirror. He grimaced, his hair was a mess. It needed to be washed, there were dark marks under his eyes, for once not from lack of sleep, just from the eyeliner he had forgotten to remove after his trip to the club last night.
Shower, showers are good!
11:30 am. Duo climbed out of the shower, leaving a large puddle of water on the floor and a large cloud of mint smelling steam in the air. His hair was plastered across his back, chest and shoulders, it was still a mess but at least it was clean. Wrapping a large black towel round his waist he sauntered out of the bathroom and down the stairs. He needed food.
Duo strolled into the kitchen and saw his partner at the table.
"Morning Hee-eero!" He trilled, purposely lengthening the e in Heeros name for he knew that it irritated his stoic partner.
"Hn." Well, that was all he had been expecting.
Duo began rummaging around in one of the cupboards in the kitchen when Heero decided to speak up.
"02, what time do you all this?"
Duo grinned at his partner. "Well Heero first of all, can we please drop the '02' my name is Duo, Du-o! And in answer to your question I'd say it's about oh, quarter to 12, but I'm sure you already knew that!"
Heero didn't even crack a smile, "Funny 02, very funny, we have far too much work to do, we can't afford to spend half the night at clubs and half of the next day asleep, you need to finish your mission report before 03, 04 and 05 arrive here, that way we can send all the reports off at once!"
Duo rolled his eyes. "Oh Heero, lighten up. We are on a break. The Doctors will not appreciate being bogged down with paperwork while peace talks are so well in progress between the colonies and the earth, Relena is coping well and at the moment, and no matter how much you wish other wise, she does not need us hanging around."
Heero winced at Relenas name, it had been an effort not to kill the Peacecraft girl, but she was a useful tool in the fight for peace. Wait, What did Duo mean by how much he wished ..? Heero glared at his partner.
Duo, naturally recognised the danger signals in that glare, and as was the custom, he ignored them. "Oh lay off it Heero, we all know you love hanging around Relena!" Duo laid a hand on Heero's shoulder and said good naturedly, "You can't hide it from ol' Duo!"
Heero momentarily relaxed under Duo's friendly touch,
something about this feels so right
But soon his years of careful training caught up with him and harshly he grabbed the other pilots hand, practically breaking the fingers and twisted it until Duo felt the bones in lower arm begin to crack and creak. Heero threw the hand away, sending Duo staggering halfway back across the room, and spun to face his shocked partner.
There were tears in Duos eyes, his arm hurt, but that wasn't the worst of the pain, he had thought he was making progress with Heero, that he was slowly forming a friendship, and then this, did he repulse Heero that much, he had barely even touched him!
Heero took in the look on his partners face, surprise, the violet eyes were wide and filled with tears and pain, he hadn't meant to hurt the other that much. He hadn't 'wanted' to hurt him at all. His partner confused him so much.
Duo looked at him for a moment longer before wiping a hand across his eyes, sighing sadly and then leaving the room, still carrying the large box of sugar topped doughnuts.
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Heero stood alone in the living room, he could clearly feel the spot on his shoulder where Duo had touched him, he didn't understand what he was feeling, his eyes were prickling with tears, but he didn't know why, he didn't have emotions, so why did he feel so bad.
Duo headed back into his and Heero's room, why did Heero hate him so much, all he wanted was to be close to him, to be his friend, there would be no point in hoping for anymore, for one moment it had felt as though Heero had felt safe with him, but as soon as he had noticed it, the fleeting feeling had vanished. Duo entered his room and collapsed on the bed and rubbed his wrist. It wasn't broken luckily, it was twisted badly, but that was all, there would probably be some bruising. Sighing Duo sat up, flicked his braid over his shoulder and bit into one of the donuts, they were sweet, Heero would disapprove, but then, Heero disapproved of almost everything he did.
Downstairs Heero was working again, all thoughts of the braided pilot pushed to the back of his mind, well nearly. Every so often he would pause from his typing as the smiling heart-shaped face flashed across his mind. He wished he hadn't had to hurt his partner, but his training was always too strong for him to overcome, no matter how he tried. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~