Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of its character, so don't sue me!
Pairing: 1x2 3x4 and any others I think of
Plot: You should know this by now. Duo starts acting funny. What's wrong with him? How will Heero cope? What is with that disgusting sandwich?
Chapter four - Heero's POV (only short I'm afraid)
Duo fell asleep in my arms on the couch downstairs. I can't get over how trusting he is of me. I mean, considering it wasn't all that long ago that I kept threatening to kill him.
It's unusual for him to fall asleep so easily. Unless its after sex he normally tosses and turns for ages before he's settled down enough to sleep. I remember when we first got together, he used to wake up whenever I made the slightest move. That resulted in Duo getting very little sleep, and then I got the blame for 'keeping him up with my antics'. Well, that made Duo laugh anyway.
I decided that I wasn't going to wait for Duo to wake up before getting him in bed, and risked waking him up in order to carry him upstairs. It didn't seem to disturb him at all, he just snuggled against my chest, one hand gripping my shirt.
Carrying him reminded me how heavy he was. He might look light and fey-like, but let me tell you, when he loses consciousness its like all of his body mass solidifies into a very heavy brick.
I'm quite strong so it doesn't slow me down, but it does make me wonder how the hell he manages to be such a good stealth thief.
I try not to jiggle him too much as I ascend the stairs, and I carefully nudge our bedroom door open with my toe. I place him carefully on the bed as I turn down the sheets. I wrestle his shoes off, then tackle the rest of his clothes. Once that's done I manoeuvre him under the covers with just his boxers on.
I just stand there for a moment, at the bottom of the bed, staring at him. He means so much to me, and I can honestly say I can't imagine life without him anymore.
Lying back against the white pillows, his golden skin almost seemed to be glowing in the dimness of the room. His braid was trapped underneath him, giving him the appearance of short hair, and drawing more attention to his face. His violet eyes were closed, and I missed their vibrancy, the way they seemed to dance with life.
Breaking off my trance I moved into one of our three bathrooms, which served as our en suite. Once I'd washed up and brushed my teeth, I moved back to the bed, shedding clothes as I went.
Once I was just wearing my boxers, I lifted the sheets and slid in next to Duo. He shifted closer to me when he felt my warmth, miraculously still asleep. He must have been really tired.
I wrap my arms around him and idly stroke his silky braid. I asked him why he kept it once, and he told me it was for a lot of reasons. For remembrance, of his past and the people he cared about. For defiance of what people expect and simply because it is a part of him.
It revealed a lot about him to me, and made me desperate to know more. I wonder if that is how love is with everyone. Knowing as much about a person as you can, and still wanting to know more? That's part of it for me, or at least that was the first indication that I was in love.
I found myself fascinated by everything he did and said. All of the little things, even the things he did that annoyed me I found myself relishing. He was so different from everything I knew, everything I'd been taught.
In showing me his defiance, he taught me to break away from what I knew, to carve my own path in life, and not give a damn what anyone else thought about it.
I first realised I was in love with him when we were on a mission. I heard him screaming his signature war cry of 'Shinigami!', and it made me smile.
There we were in the midst of fighting, and the sound of Duo screaming his head off like an insane person made me smile. I didn't even know what to call the way I felt, I just knew that the sound of his voice and what he was saying was just soo…Duo, that it filled me with a warm feeling, and brought a smile to my face.
Afterwards I didn't know what to do, so I avoided him. But Duo tracked me down and confronted me, demanding to know what he'd done to piss me off now. I just asked him what it meant. Described what had happened, and then told him I didn't understand it.
He got the strangest expression on his face, and I remember feeling surprised that what I'd said had apparently rendered him speechless for once. Eventually I told him to forget my asking, I'd find out on my own, and then I walked off, leaving him staring at the place I'd been standing like a goon.
A couple of minutes later he came bounding in, and just kissed me. No warning, no nothing, just kissed me. Rather like how I fell in love with him. Bang! One minute everything was normal, the next everything was different, and yet the same. Odd. But then, everything Duo does is 'odd' to some extent.
And as I look at him now, lying in my arms with a slight smile on his face as he sleeps peacefully, I smile too. Glad with all of my being that he is who he is, and that he fell in love with me as well.
What do you think? Too soppy? Or just right? I'm not good at romance so you can expect clichés and corny stuff a plenty. Anyway, this is to make up for taking so long with the last chapter, and to fill in some blanks.
R+R please.
More chapters to come. Quatre's up next. J
