Chapter 2
Disclaimer Warnings Author Notes Thank you to..
Ryo - sorry it has taken so long for me to continue but her it is now.. I know its sad, but I hope you still like it.
Labyrinthine Dolt - yes my dear love is indeed complicated, but I hope this story isn't to much so..
Cheese-chan - I'm am so flattered that you think I am good author and to hear you say my story has potential is really something, I am glad you understood Heeros problems with Humanity, I thought I may have been to vague.. I know it has been ages but I hope you will still read this, thanks, Lora-Helen.
Tawny-Eyed-Angel - I am really glad you like this story, I hope you will be here to read this chappie as well.
Lisa-Ann - Its about time I updated as well ne? lol!!
'.Blah.' = Emphasised words
.Blah. = Thoughts
".Blah." = Speech
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11:00 pm. Work finished, Heero Yuy rose from his laptop and closed the screen. There was the sound of an engine, and tyres on gravel, it would be the other pilots, he recognised the sound of Wu-Fei's trucks engine. {1} it appeared that his braided partner had forgotten, even though he had reminded him himself this morning.
"Wheeeeeee!!"
Or maybe he hadn't forgotten.
The black clad form of Duo Maxwell came shooting down the stairs, through the small living room and to the front door.
"They're here, they're safe!! They're here!!"
Duo was bouncing happily by the door, and as soon as it was opened he went flying into the arms of his blonde best friend.
"Duo!" Quatre cried, hugging his braided friend, you got back safely.
Duo nodded and grinned at his friend, "Yup, sure did, not a scratch on me!"
Duo happily pulled up the sleeves of his long sleeved Tee to prove his point, Quatre gasped at what he saw.
Heero watched the exchange and felt the unfamiliar pang of guilt when his eyes came to rest on Duos arm, there was bruising right up to the elbow from where Heero himself had abused the limb earlier that day.
Duo flashed a sheepish grin at Quatre, "Well except for that Q-man, but that's nothing to worry about, just the after-shock of a rough battle, Deathsythe caught his arm on a Leo, ya know how it is, ricochets and all, it doesn't even hurt any more."
Duo looked over at Heero, a strange look in his eyes that the Japanese youth couldn't place, it was almost sorrow, but there was something else too, brushing it off he turned his full attention back to the other 3 pilots. Duo shook hands with Trowa, grinned and then winked at Quatre before he shamelessly glomped Wu-Fei.
"Oh Wuffles, I did miss you!" Duo cried loudly and dramatically as the Chinese pilot desperately tried to free his arms from where Duo had them pinned to his sides. "Did you miss me to huh, did ya, did ya, did ya?"
After about three minutes filled with vain attempts to get the Baka off him Wu-Fei gave up, realising that, no matter how unjust it may seem it would actually be for the best if just gave in and played along with the jubilant, Baka.
"Yes Maxwell!" He muttered between clenched teeth, "Of course I missed you!"
"About as much as I would miss an up tight rhinoceros with 'toothache!' he added quietly, as a private afterthought to himself.
Duo grinned, "And here was I thinking you didn't love me any more!" Duo released the Shenlong pilot and snickered evilly to himself as Wu-Fei gingerly tested his crushed limbs.
As he stood on the sidelines watching the groups reunion, Heero realised something, he was alone, and it didn't feel particularly nice. Even the quiet Heavyarms pilot Trowa and the stubborn Wu-Fei were able to fit in, and were considered friends to Duo, and then the was Quatre, he and the braided one had a special friendship, Quatre had spent his life surrounded by a loving family, and was cherished by his parents, and all 29 of his sisters. Duo on the other hand had lost everyone he had ever cared about to OZ, and the blonde pilot was determined to keep his friend smiling, not out of pity, but out of an emotion so strong that Heero had never been subject to it, they loved each other, not the reckless love of lovers, but the firm, steadfast love of friends. Each one treasured the friendship, and would most likely protect it with his life.
Heero envied them, yes, jealousy, that was what this feeling was. They were all close and he had no one, he wasn't close to the other pilots, and as far as he could recall the closest thing he had ever had to parents was the doctor who had trained him, Doctor J, and that had been a most unpleasant relationship. J had been a hard task master, and Heero had learned quickly that it was much less painful if you succeeded the first time round.
Heero tried to stop this train of thought, but it was no good, he 'wanted' to be Duo's friend, he wanted to be close to him, this was what the gap was, he didn't understand why he wanted these things, but he knew this was what he needed. But for all he knew it may well be too late, especially after this morning, but he had to try.
Sighing Heero turned his attention back to the group over by the door, who were now 'discussing' whether or not they should go out tonight, Duo and Quatre were all for a trip to a club, some drink, some dancing, just some general fun, Trowa was unsure and Wu-Fei was adamantly against.
Quatre saw Heero watching them and beckoned him over, Heero went.
"Heero!" Quatre said, "Would you please help us resolve our 'debate'?"
Heero nodded, determined he would not alienate the other pilots anymore, and Quatre continued.
"You see, Duo and myself, well, we think it would be nice if all 5 of us," He looked carefully at Heero, hoping Heero wouldn't have a problem with his suggestion, no adverse reaction came so he continued "if all 5 of us were to go out and have some fun, but these two!" Quatre gestured at the scowling Wu-Fei, and the indifferent Trowa "Well, they think it would be better if we didn't, so it is up to you! Cast the deciding vote!"
Wu-Fei grinned at Duo, "Looks like we'll be staying in Maxwell, there ain't no way Yuy would be seen dead in a club!"
Heero frowned, a wrong move here might endanger the mission,
Mission, this isn't a mission, this is Duo's friendship.
Heero nodded, "let me think on it, it may not be a good idea for us to venture out tonight, you guys having just returned from a lengthy mission and especially as we all have mission reports to fill in. Also it's a Sunday, no where will be open, but tomorrow, I will consider the possibility of tomorrow."
Heero saw Quatre smile, it was a knowing smile, as if he knew exactly what was going through Heeros mind, Heero shuddered at the thought, it wasn't that he was thinking anything special, he just wasn't sure he wanted Duo to know ..
Know what?? Oh I don't understand
Heero turned and traipsed up the stairs to consider his choices in this matter.
Duo scowled at the smirking Chinese pilot. "No fair Wuffles, Heero hates clubs!" he grumbled as he flopped unceremoniously on the sofa.
Trowa drifted off to bed, followed shortly by Wu-Fei, still smirking, and an hour or so later by Quatre, the Deathsythe pilot did not go to bed that night, instead he chose to stay on the sofa, watch T.V and ponder the enigma of Heero Yuy, and how he could possibly convince him to go to a club, had Duo ventured up to bed, to the room he shared with Heero, he would have found a changed Heero.
Upon reaching his room, the Japanese pilot had quickly analysed the current data he had, and decided on the best course of action. They would go to the club, it was what Duo wanted, so they would do it.
For some unfathomable reason, Heero, who had been indifferent to company for his entire life, found the prospect of being considered a friend by the hyper 'God of Death' a very appealing offer, the problem was, after the show he had put on that morning, the offer may not still be there, or may rapidly be being taken away, and Heero wanted to make sure that it remained.
This was not a normal situation for Heero, he had been brought up on his own and had worked on his own for a few years. He had been taught to ignore emotions, he had been taught that they were a weakness, and he had been taught that no matter what side they are on, people were a weakness too, but now, all of a sudden, he found himself wanting nothing more than to completely ignore all these lessons and rules, and open up, to Duo Maxwell.
Heero smirked, he knew what he had to do. He had to change, not just his clothing, not his hair, but his persona. This thought didn't bother him that much. It wasn't like the person he was at the moment was particularly loveable, and as long as the perfect soldier was there to take over when a mission came in, it wouldn't mater if he actually tried to be 'human' for the rest of the time. Starting tomorrow.
Heero changed into some green boxers and an old tee-shirt{2} and crawled into bed.
Tomorrow things would be different, Tomorrow Heero would have a change of mind, heart, and soul. Tomorrow he would be a different person. Tomorrow he would be Human.
T.B.C.....
{1} In one of the early episodes , I dun remember exactly which one, Wu-Fei buys a truck load of explosives from the army guys, and buys the truck as well. Well, in the deluded world of my mind, he keeps the truck and is using it here!! :-P
{2} Yes!! Heero has an old Tee-Shirt, as in a shirt with sleeves, that is old!! ;-P don't ask, I just wanted to use this, there is no real reason, just me being random!!
A/N W00t, heh, well, I am really sorry that took so long to find it was onto the screen but it is there now, you can thank the end of school for that, I have done nothing but write all day and it has been great. Well, I am updating loads today, so ye, better get on with that, please leave a review guys, they are food for my three remaining brain cells, oh, and my deflated ego!!!
Disclaimer Warnings Author Notes Thank you to..
Ryo - sorry it has taken so long for me to continue but her it is now.. I know its sad, but I hope you still like it.
Labyrinthine Dolt - yes my dear love is indeed complicated, but I hope this story isn't to much so..
Cheese-chan - I'm am so flattered that you think I am good author and to hear you say my story has potential is really something, I am glad you understood Heeros problems with Humanity, I thought I may have been to vague.. I know it has been ages but I hope you will still read this, thanks, Lora-Helen.
Tawny-Eyed-Angel - I am really glad you like this story, I hope you will be here to read this chappie as well.
Lisa-Ann - Its about time I updated as well ne? lol!!
'.Blah.' = Emphasised words
.Blah. = Thoughts
".Blah." = Speech
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11:00 pm. Work finished, Heero Yuy rose from his laptop and closed the screen. There was the sound of an engine, and tyres on gravel, it would be the other pilots, he recognised the sound of Wu-Fei's trucks engine. {1} it appeared that his braided partner had forgotten, even though he had reminded him himself this morning.
"Wheeeeeee!!"
Or maybe he hadn't forgotten.
The black clad form of Duo Maxwell came shooting down the stairs, through the small living room and to the front door.
"They're here, they're safe!! They're here!!"
Duo was bouncing happily by the door, and as soon as it was opened he went flying into the arms of his blonde best friend.
"Duo!" Quatre cried, hugging his braided friend, you got back safely.
Duo nodded and grinned at his friend, "Yup, sure did, not a scratch on me!"
Duo happily pulled up the sleeves of his long sleeved Tee to prove his point, Quatre gasped at what he saw.
Heero watched the exchange and felt the unfamiliar pang of guilt when his eyes came to rest on Duos arm, there was bruising right up to the elbow from where Heero himself had abused the limb earlier that day.
Duo flashed a sheepish grin at Quatre, "Well except for that Q-man, but that's nothing to worry about, just the after-shock of a rough battle, Deathsythe caught his arm on a Leo, ya know how it is, ricochets and all, it doesn't even hurt any more."
Duo looked over at Heero, a strange look in his eyes that the Japanese youth couldn't place, it was almost sorrow, but there was something else too, brushing it off he turned his full attention back to the other 3 pilots. Duo shook hands with Trowa, grinned and then winked at Quatre before he shamelessly glomped Wu-Fei.
"Oh Wuffles, I did miss you!" Duo cried loudly and dramatically as the Chinese pilot desperately tried to free his arms from where Duo had them pinned to his sides. "Did you miss me to huh, did ya, did ya, did ya?"
After about three minutes filled with vain attempts to get the Baka off him Wu-Fei gave up, realising that, no matter how unjust it may seem it would actually be for the best if just gave in and played along with the jubilant, Baka.
"Yes Maxwell!" He muttered between clenched teeth, "Of course I missed you!"
"About as much as I would miss an up tight rhinoceros with 'toothache!' he added quietly, as a private afterthought to himself.
Duo grinned, "And here was I thinking you didn't love me any more!" Duo released the Shenlong pilot and snickered evilly to himself as Wu-Fei gingerly tested his crushed limbs.
As he stood on the sidelines watching the groups reunion, Heero realised something, he was alone, and it didn't feel particularly nice. Even the quiet Heavyarms pilot Trowa and the stubborn Wu-Fei were able to fit in, and were considered friends to Duo, and then the was Quatre, he and the braided one had a special friendship, Quatre had spent his life surrounded by a loving family, and was cherished by his parents, and all 29 of his sisters. Duo on the other hand had lost everyone he had ever cared about to OZ, and the blonde pilot was determined to keep his friend smiling, not out of pity, but out of an emotion so strong that Heero had never been subject to it, they loved each other, not the reckless love of lovers, but the firm, steadfast love of friends. Each one treasured the friendship, and would most likely protect it with his life.
Heero envied them, yes, jealousy, that was what this feeling was. They were all close and he had no one, he wasn't close to the other pilots, and as far as he could recall the closest thing he had ever had to parents was the doctor who had trained him, Doctor J, and that had been a most unpleasant relationship. J had been a hard task master, and Heero had learned quickly that it was much less painful if you succeeded the first time round.
Heero tried to stop this train of thought, but it was no good, he 'wanted' to be Duo's friend, he wanted to be close to him, this was what the gap was, he didn't understand why he wanted these things, but he knew this was what he needed. But for all he knew it may well be too late, especially after this morning, but he had to try.
Sighing Heero turned his attention back to the group over by the door, who were now 'discussing' whether or not they should go out tonight, Duo and Quatre were all for a trip to a club, some drink, some dancing, just some general fun, Trowa was unsure and Wu-Fei was adamantly against.
Quatre saw Heero watching them and beckoned him over, Heero went.
"Heero!" Quatre said, "Would you please help us resolve our 'debate'?"
Heero nodded, determined he would not alienate the other pilots anymore, and Quatre continued.
"You see, Duo and myself, well, we think it would be nice if all 5 of us," He looked carefully at Heero, hoping Heero wouldn't have a problem with his suggestion, no adverse reaction came so he continued "if all 5 of us were to go out and have some fun, but these two!" Quatre gestured at the scowling Wu-Fei, and the indifferent Trowa "Well, they think it would be better if we didn't, so it is up to you! Cast the deciding vote!"
Wu-Fei grinned at Duo, "Looks like we'll be staying in Maxwell, there ain't no way Yuy would be seen dead in a club!"
Heero frowned, a wrong move here might endanger the mission,
Mission, this isn't a mission, this is Duo's friendship.
Heero nodded, "let me think on it, it may not be a good idea for us to venture out tonight, you guys having just returned from a lengthy mission and especially as we all have mission reports to fill in. Also it's a Sunday, no where will be open, but tomorrow, I will consider the possibility of tomorrow."
Heero saw Quatre smile, it was a knowing smile, as if he knew exactly what was going through Heeros mind, Heero shuddered at the thought, it wasn't that he was thinking anything special, he just wasn't sure he wanted Duo to know ..
Know what?? Oh I don't understand
Heero turned and traipsed up the stairs to consider his choices in this matter.
Duo scowled at the smirking Chinese pilot. "No fair Wuffles, Heero hates clubs!" he grumbled as he flopped unceremoniously on the sofa.
Trowa drifted off to bed, followed shortly by Wu-Fei, still smirking, and an hour or so later by Quatre, the Deathsythe pilot did not go to bed that night, instead he chose to stay on the sofa, watch T.V and ponder the enigma of Heero Yuy, and how he could possibly convince him to go to a club, had Duo ventured up to bed, to the room he shared with Heero, he would have found a changed Heero.
Upon reaching his room, the Japanese pilot had quickly analysed the current data he had, and decided on the best course of action. They would go to the club, it was what Duo wanted, so they would do it.
For some unfathomable reason, Heero, who had been indifferent to company for his entire life, found the prospect of being considered a friend by the hyper 'God of Death' a very appealing offer, the problem was, after the show he had put on that morning, the offer may not still be there, or may rapidly be being taken away, and Heero wanted to make sure that it remained.
This was not a normal situation for Heero, he had been brought up on his own and had worked on his own for a few years. He had been taught to ignore emotions, he had been taught that they were a weakness, and he had been taught that no matter what side they are on, people were a weakness too, but now, all of a sudden, he found himself wanting nothing more than to completely ignore all these lessons and rules, and open up, to Duo Maxwell.
Heero smirked, he knew what he had to do. He had to change, not just his clothing, not his hair, but his persona. This thought didn't bother him that much. It wasn't like the person he was at the moment was particularly loveable, and as long as the perfect soldier was there to take over when a mission came in, it wouldn't mater if he actually tried to be 'human' for the rest of the time. Starting tomorrow.
Heero changed into some green boxers and an old tee-shirt{2} and crawled into bed.
Tomorrow things would be different, Tomorrow Heero would have a change of mind, heart, and soul. Tomorrow he would be a different person. Tomorrow he would be Human.
T.B.C.....
{1} In one of the early episodes , I dun remember exactly which one, Wu-Fei buys a truck load of explosives from the army guys, and buys the truck as well. Well, in the deluded world of my mind, he keeps the truck and is using it here!! :-P
{2} Yes!! Heero has an old Tee-Shirt, as in a shirt with sleeves, that is old!! ;-P don't ask, I just wanted to use this, there is no real reason, just me being random!!
A/N W00t, heh, well, I am really sorry that took so long to find it was onto the screen but it is there now, you can thank the end of school for that, I have done nothing but write all day and it has been great. Well, I am updating loads today, so ye, better get on with that, please leave a review guys, they are food for my three remaining brain cells, oh, and my deflated ego!!!