Well, here's my first Heero and Duo fic¡¦Supposedly¡¦. I have other ideas¡¦. but never really
had guts to post it¡¦or get people to beta it¡¦so¡¦I really need more beta readers¡¦¡¦
Warning: None, as of yet.
Author: Jade M. Kitsune
Title: Tokyo Talent
Warnings: None as of yet¡¦¡¦
Pairings: None as of yet¡¦but it will blossom into a 1+2/2+1
Disclaimer: If I did own Gundam Wing, I wouldn't be writing fanfics¡¦¡¦ I would be
plotting evil schemes for the anime. I don't so, here is a fic¡¦¡¦
Heero carefully read the page that was open in front of him, not wanting to miss anything
important. He blew at the ridiculously long bangs that fell in the way of his eyes. Going this
way and that, it was getting rather annoying. He wondered why didn't he just get a decent
haircut for once, instead of the slight trim he would get maybe every two weeks. It was
probably out of his boyish habit that he kept it the way it was, to stand out in the crowd, to
be cool.
Heero chuckled at himself. It's almost been about three to four years since he's been out of
school but he still felt the need to put on a show for everyone. Strutting along the campus
grounds, his wild hair blowing in the wind, he would glance at a few of the college freshmen's
who'd fawn over him. It was common that the majority of the group would push their leader
in Heero's direction, urging the blushing girl to ask the famous Heero Yuy to be her date and
such.
He would just chuckle and give her a shake of his head. The girls would usually look down at
the ground and walk away in disappointment, but Yuy being the player he was, would give her
one of his dazzling, rare smiles. The girls would dramatically act as if they were falling over
and squeal with her friends.
He sighed wearily and signed the last few lines of the papers. Even though the process was
long, tiring, and even what he would like to call excruciating, he had to say, It was absolutely
worth all of it.
He rubbed at his eyes and sighed. All this paper work was getting him easily tired. Heero laid
his head down in his arms and yawned. He smiled as his eyes stopped at a small paper at the
edge of the coffee table he was currently dozing off on. He lifted his hand from under his
head and slid the paper in to his view.
Heero's face lit up as he sat there and looked down at the picture. Simply beautiful he
thought.
The child in the picture looked small and afraid. But her eyes were filled with hope, love, and
determination. She looked as if she we're a child who was five or maybe even four, when her
real age was 6.
Heero stroked the picture with his finger. The girl had really pretty brown hair. It probably
reached past her shoulders but Heero could only guess because it was braided tightly, tied
with small purple ribbons. A few strands of her copper hair slightly curled to her pale cheeks.
Heero smiled as he put the picture in his pocket. Two pairs of wide violet eyes imprinted in
his mind. Those eyes were hoping and longing¡¦¡¦
He smiled at the thought of seeing those peculiar eyes in person. He couldn't wait to hold the
child in his arms. To give her unconditional love that every parent gives a child. Something
she never truly experienced. And maybe she'll give him a hug, a smile, a peck on his cheeks.
What he mostly looked forward to was to hear those small pink lips say this one word:
"Daddy".
TBC......?
Is this even worth continuing?