One Regret: Indulgence

Written By: Rage of BlackMist

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of it's characters. Gundam Wing belongs to the property of the Sotsu Agency, Sunrise and Fuji TV, NOT ME. Though, I do wish is does.

Author's Note: Hilde is the voice of the story.

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"The biggest regrets in life are the chances you never take."
-Hilde

I was just arriving home after a prolonged and tremendously stressful day at work, in a mood non too pleasurable on the 30th. The weather was a rather large disappointment to us "royal and honored citizens" [the Chief Representative of the colony dubbed us as such] and all I really truly wanted was to lay back and put my feet up. To even, if possibly, indulge myself in a nice dinner of whatever I managed to pick up on the way home.


Instead, I stood outside my front door for what seemed to be a life time, but were only a few minutes, trying to find my house keys, which I never did find. That led me to drop my grocery bags and purse, cursing in the wake, running over to the neighbor's house and getting a spare key from them. Those 'nice' old people thought it was immensely amusing that I forgot my own house keys and extremely fortunate that they had a spare. If my mood wasn't already spoiled that would have done it, I can ensure you that much.


As I fought my way into the front foyer of the downstairs what did my wondrous eyes see but non other than my missing house keys. I figured, while racing to the kitchen before I dropped the grocery bags again, that on my way out this morning I must have garbed the wrong keys. Reason being is that around noontime earlier in the day I was digging through my purse and found the shop keys. Of course the tart that I am, pushed it aside saying that I probably forgot to take them out instead of garbing the wrong set.


So there I was standing in the middle of my kitchen alone, cold and wet from the rain and walk home merely eager to eat and instead, just go straight to bed. After fixing myself a cold sandwich and an ice drink, I quickly fled to my room for some hushed isolation. My eyes had enormous bangs under them accompanied by a few black rings from the constant rubbing they had endured. My hair fell entirely and absolutely out of place once I pulled the hair tie out of the tangled mess.


A few years before, around the time when the war had initiated a basis, I resolved to very short hair styles, feeling that with short hair I could do a numerous amount of things more efficiently and for all practical purposes. At any rate, as the years progressed and the war subsided, I nonetheless became a victim of nonstop advice to not remain with short hair and made a determination to grow it out long. It currently falls a little bit beneath my shoulders in a very 'updated fashion.'


As my hair specialist says, "Your hair style deeply signifies your deep rich blue eyes. It furthermore frames your small facial features and compliments your astonishing beauty." Prior to hearing that over generous remark I wanted to die laughing. Of what she said it was absolutely true and hilarious, but I could tell she was desiring a bonus tip.


Resuming my preparations for bed, I followed my eyes to the window and noticed that some discourteous truck driver had left the vehicles lights on.


"Darn it all." I grumbled beneath my breath to no one in particular as I followed my eyes to my bedroom door, than down the hall to the stair case. "Figures that he or she just had to leave them on!!!"


Now from what I can revive, after positioning the grocery's in their respective spots and devouring a quick meal, the backbreaking ascension up the stairs was excessively brutal. To boot, I fancied that the tread down is going to be just as ghastly. Which it was I soon discovered once I reached the bottom front foyer of the house, fussing over my body as if I were an old dot with an arched back and myriad wrinkles. That did not please me more!


Sounds that seemed to be coming from the truck's engine startled me senseless once I approached the French doors leading to the outside. The engine rived in annoyance and nearly had me in an early grave. At that moment I sincerely wanted to liquidate that damn fool who decided that he, the truck looked too manly for it to be a woman's, wanted to play in his vehicle.


It wasn't that the truck was loud or out of shape, the truck was a real beauty with a forest green base color and polished sliver rims, it was just that I was tired and desired desperately to sink into the mattresses of my bed to sleep off the day.


Therefore, I pinpointed myself verging towards the front of the truck, it's lights utterly blinding my eyes in the process. The doors were shut from what I can recall, and I knocked politely on the window, not bothering to look in. Regardless if I had wanted to catch a glimpse at the culprit, I couldn't, my right hand was practically covering my eyes so that the cab's dome light wouldn't altogether null my sight.


As the door slowly opened, I never gave another thought that he shouldn't get the yelling he deserved once I conveyed my opinion of the spectacle in my front drive way.


"My front drive?!/..." I whispered soundlessly as the door snaked open sufficiently for him to hear my complaining. "Mind telling me just what the heck you're doing in my front drive with your bright's shining through my bedroom window's?" Rage filled with in me! I was tired, cold, weak and hadn't the energy to fight with this stranger.


"Doing just what I planned." Came a deep reply in an almost crude voice as if he was silently laughing at me. Who does he think he is, I kept saying, while I pulled the cab door open just a slight wider so that the light wasn't glaring into my eyes. Furthermore, so that I could view the odious man and judge if I could out 'holler' him.


What never donned on me is that the voice sounded rather familiar. Too familiar I decided as I got a more unmarred look at the young man just a tad bit older than myself. Smiling indeed the brute was! He also wore a tight smudged expression while he jumped out of the truck, causing myself to step back in the process. Thus, having the cab's light bore into my now blinded eyes.


"Look mister will you just please leave my front drive? I've had a long day at work and do not..." I couldn't finish the rest of what I intended to say, cause the idiotic young man pulled me close to him out of the light's rays.


"I am not leaving. No, I believe I'm not, babe." He flat-out stated, causing more rage to boil with in me. The damn idiot dared to call me babe! Only one guy is aloud to call me...


"DUO!!!!" I beseeched totally and utterly shocked. I couldn't grasp what I was seeing. It had been roughly a year and a half since the last time I saw him, and nonetheless I greeted him acting as ill-mannered as I had. "Duo, where have you been?" I asked with as well of a sturdy voice I could muster.


What I hoped would be an eager reply was something all together absolutely different. Before I could even object, Duo picked me up, gave me the most generous and torpid kiss I've ever experienced, than practically tossed me into the air trilling me about. It seemed like it was a scene out of a movie. The scene when the soldier finally came home after a long rough war... Heck, it was the scene from a movie!


"Duo..." I laughed, trying to make him put me down but he insisted that I 'stay' in his arms. Gad, but he's a stubborn man. "Duo, please put me down."


"Oh come on, babe. It's been almost a year..." he started


"... and a half. Yes I know, but we're adults now and.." I looked around "and my neighbors are staring at us." I chinned, embarrassed that my new neighbors saw this intimate sight of Duo and me. They might begin to speculate that he and I are jmore than friends. Gad, but I honestly don't think that would be a very good perception.


His eyes scanned our surroundings agreeing with me that we should at the very least retreat to the inside confines of my house. Thus, he took it upon himself to see to it that I was taken into my house the proper way. The proper way being held in his arms cradle like. It was a sweet gesture, really it was; save it being just a tad bit over the extreme. Concluding the fact that we are just friends and all.


Once we were inside with the door shut, he finally put me down and looked me straight in the eyes. I recognized the bizarre look on his face, a priceless expression worth all the wars ever committed. And just as he was about to start talking I cut him off, "Before you start asking questions about the house, why I suddenly moved and how on earth I'm affording it, could you please stop giving me the look like I'm guilty."


"Sure." He responded trying to hide his most evident smile.


"Really?" I accidentally conveyed. A little disappointed, yet all together satisfied with his response. I noted the 'but' in his eyes and urged him to speak his mind. "But?.."


"But, why did you..." He started, while laughing at me through devil eyes.


I gave him my best look of annoyance, than sidestepped him as I moved towards the kitchen where with no doubt, I'd be making something for him to inhale. "You're crude, Duo." I countered. "Crude, venomous, repulsive and down right impossible!"


"Yet there you stand, serving me, my little humble maid." He virtually spat out. His tall muscular frame taking up residence against that of the kitchen door's, arms crossed in front of his chest. He eyes widened just a tad bit, waiting for me to scratch his eyes out, which I would not have minded doing, despite the fact that I held his cold sandwich and ice drink in my hands.


"Sit down before I intend to do just what you're thinking." I ordered sounding rather intimidating, considering that I followed my eyes, watching him without haste take position at the kitchen table.


"You intended to take me bed?" Duo asked awfully seriously, biting into one of the sandwich's halves trying hard not to choke on the bread. From the look on his face, nothing else but that nice cold sandwich appealed to him more.


Though, for the life of me I could not judge if he was serious or not, which got under my skin. Hence I retaliated in the only manner known to me, by slapping him in the back of his head. "Nice try 'buddy.'" I muttered, snickering as quietly as I could.


A seductive smile emerged on his lips giving hint to whatever his dishonorable intentions were at the time, causing me to awaken my guard and sense's if just a little more. I can even recall becoming nervous; my heart skipped a few beats. Duo had never before made any insinuations that we sleep together, and making one now after a very long time of not seeing each other put me on edge.


Once the sandwich was eradicated from his plate, it nearly licked spotless, I relaxed some realizing that he was simply joshing. I had a sudden feeling of disappointed when I discovered that he was merely kidding about his insinuation, but I dismissed that immediately. Why would I want to sleep with him? We're friends, best at that, so why would sleeping with him be any better?


You know why a voice in my head kept telling me. I finished wiping off the table of escaped crumbs and started to wash the plate in the sink. Despite the fact that earlier I was complaining about an aching back and sore feet, now those feelings never so much as entered my mind, until I felt the press of the long day takes it final toll.


Just as I was about to place the wash cloth back on the sink nozzle, my hands slipped on the wet surface of the counter and I practically whack my head on its edge. Wouldn't that amount to a 'splitting headache?' Fortunately for me though, Duo caught me just in the 'nic of time.'


Drawing me close, his hard muscular frame was the base of support in which I was leaning on. Embarrassed and a little 'tickled pink' I slowly tried to move away except that he wouldn't ease his grip on me. It was almost as if he didn't want to let go of me, and that's what I thought while he laid his hand beneath my chin, bringing it up so that we met eyes with each other.


I could vaguely hear the chimes of the wooden clock left to me echo through the chilly halls, an unknown breeze carrying the drapes that hung from their rods. All the windows remained shut from when I earlier closed them, yet somehow a faint wind swirled around us, capturing our bodies, causing us both to shiver impetuously.


That's when I felt his cool breath on my face....


His hands caressing my arms, sending a rush of warmth passing through each vein....


His touch was electric, the most marvelous sensation I had ever felt. Sure I had the usual friend, who was a guy I might add. Sure there was a moment when all was perfect and he'd steal a kiss or two from me, but this was all different from all those past times. At this very moment, it seemed as if it were real, truly and utterly real. As if all those other kisses were preparations for this very moment.....