The Darker Side of Everything
A/N : Dang, this is the first time I'm attempting a fanfic., so go easy on me, kay? hehe... But that doesn't mean too easy... ^.^ Just to warn you, it's pretty depressing, and in fact it got me pretty depressed after I wrote it... Haha, but read anyways!! Pleez... R&R!!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, no, I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters... .
chap. 1 ~ broken hearts
Morning sunlight streamed into the windows of the Winner mansion as birds chirped merrily on the perfectly trimmed branches on a nearby tree. Within the mansion, a room lined with bookcases was filled with volume after volume on every subject in the universe and was occupied by a single person, seated at the dead center of the room in a blood red, plushy armchair. A blonde haired Arab in his teens sat comfortably in that chair, sipping his green tea and leisurely reading a large green book placed in his lap. Silence hung in the air, save the tick-tock of the antique clock that hung in the corner, and everything seemed right in the world, for the war between Earth and the colonies was finally over.
Despite the quietness in the library, down the hall in a small lounge, two teenage boys were having a heated debate on how long the peace would last, yelling at eachother as if they were miles apart instead of in the same room.
"I give it around a year or two," stated an American teenager with a three foot braid flowing down his back, "It's all too good, ya know? Sure peace is great and all, but no one around here can make up their damn mind about what they want out of this crap."
The teen sitting across from him snorted and his neat black pony tail swayed as he shook his head impatiently and replied, "Sure, but this time I think about everybody's made up their 'damn mind' about what they want out of this 'crap.'"
"Will you shut the hell up?" a Japenese teenager asked from his position on the couch. He looked up with an extremely annoyed expression on his face and put his feet down from the table he was resting them on, "You guys have been at it for at least an hour and you're starting to get on my last nerve." His messy, dark brown hair rustled as he glared at them and leaned back on the couch.
"Yes Duo, I think I'll have to agree with Heero on this one, I can hear you from all the way in the library, and I was trying to read my book," the blonde haired teen walked into the room with a slightly amused look on his face.
"Awww, come on Quatre, we're just having a friendly conversation," the braided teen moaned, "Right Trowa?" He turned to face the fifth teenager leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, lost deep in his own thoughts and his long uni-bang covering one of his mysterious green eyes.
He blinked at the other boys and simply said, "I'll have to take Heero's side." He closed his eyes, and fell silent.
Just as Trowa finished his statement, Heero muttered, "Nothing's ever friendly." With that he stood, and quietly exited the room.
The black-haired Chinese teen watched Heero leave the room and glared hard at Duo after he left. Duo blinked stupidly and turned to face Wufei, "What?!"
Wufei gave Duo an exasperated look then sighed and stated, "You shouldn't have interupted him, you know Heero's having a hard time since Relena broke up with him. Leave him alone, he needs some time to think about this. HARD thinking. And don't try to ask him if he's okay, you know he doesn't easily share his feelings with everyone else."
Duo grunted and mumbled a quiet "Whatever."
A butler walked up to Quatre and bowed, "Sir, lunch will be served shortly."
Quatre nodded and dismissed him.
"Listen guys, lunch is in a few minutes, get cleaned up and we'll eat," Quatre said.
A loud growling noise erupted from Duo and everyone turned to stare at him.
"Hehe..." he smiled nervously and raced out of the room, eager for lunch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero climbed down the steps and arrived at the entrance hallway. He stood there for a moment, thinking about a lot of things, and seemed to have made up his mind when he opened the large door and stepped out into the sunshine. His face showed no emotions, but on the inside there was a mix of feelings swirling, almost boiling over, anger, hate, confusion, pain, love...
The colorful flowers clashed and blended together, the outside world seemingly beautiful and right. But yet my world is dark and dreary, thought Heero absent-mindedly.
It seemed like this Gundam pilot had faced everything that the world could have possibly hurl at him, and he wondered why it hurt so much to be denied by the one he had thought loved.
"I'm sorry Heero, but I can't keep living like this... You're never around, and what am I supposed to think? I've been patient enough, and sometimes it seems like you don't want to tell me anything. I'm sorry Heero, but I can't keep living a lie.... So this is good-bye. I'm sorry...." Relena's last words rung in Heero's ears, and he still wondered where he had gone wrong. He thought he loved Relena and nothing would change that, but after Relena said good-bye it was as if his world has suddenly stopped, and nothing else seemed to matter, that he was willing to kill again just to get rid of the sadness taking him.
Suddenly, a small packaged, brown box caught his eye and he bent down to pick it up. He looked at who it was addressed to and realized it was addressed to him. He cautiously held it and decided to go back inside the mansion.
He quietly closed the door and stared at the package, weighing the chances of opening it or not.
The other four Gundam pilots were soundlessly walking down the spiral stairway when they glimpsed Heero ripping open a brown package. Heero suddenly stopped and didn't seem to notice his friends watching him as he pulled out a white card from the box.
Heero looked at the card and read over its contents: Heero I've thought about you, me, us for a long time now. But all that thinking hasn't changed my mind about my decision. I guess this is a good-bye gift, and most of all, it's a sorry gift. Sorry for everything, the hurt I'm causing you, the lie we both lived. Even if I don't love you Heero, there's always a place in my heart for you, and don't forget that. I found this gift in a market in Cairo. It reminded me of all those unvented feelings you've got locked up inside of you. I'm so sorry Heero. Relena Heero looked down at the floor after he read the note. A small tear formed at the corner of his glazed eye shaded by his hair. He wordlessly treaded up the stairs, not looking at his friends standing confused in the stairway. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, the tear trailed down his cheek, falling onto the stairs, and for a second in the air, it glinted in the sun's rays. No one saw that one tear but Quatre, and he suddenly felt a pang of sadness for his depressed friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Hoho! Depressing, yes? Ack, well, I'm sure you'll live. R&R otherwise you guys aren't getting the next chapter!! ^.^
A/N : Dang, this is the first time I'm attempting a fanfic., so go easy on me, kay? hehe... But that doesn't mean too easy... ^.^ Just to warn you, it's pretty depressing, and in fact it got me pretty depressed after I wrote it... Haha, but read anyways!! Pleez... R&R!!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, no, I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters... .
chap. 1 ~ broken hearts
Morning sunlight streamed into the windows of the Winner mansion as birds chirped merrily on the perfectly trimmed branches on a nearby tree. Within the mansion, a room lined with bookcases was filled with volume after volume on every subject in the universe and was occupied by a single person, seated at the dead center of the room in a blood red, plushy armchair. A blonde haired Arab in his teens sat comfortably in that chair, sipping his green tea and leisurely reading a large green book placed in his lap. Silence hung in the air, save the tick-tock of the antique clock that hung in the corner, and everything seemed right in the world, for the war between Earth and the colonies was finally over.
Despite the quietness in the library, down the hall in a small lounge, two teenage boys were having a heated debate on how long the peace would last, yelling at eachother as if they were miles apart instead of in the same room.
"I give it around a year or two," stated an American teenager with a three foot braid flowing down his back, "It's all too good, ya know? Sure peace is great and all, but no one around here can make up their damn mind about what they want out of this crap."
The teen sitting across from him snorted and his neat black pony tail swayed as he shook his head impatiently and replied, "Sure, but this time I think about everybody's made up their 'damn mind' about what they want out of this 'crap.'"
"Will you shut the hell up?" a Japenese teenager asked from his position on the couch. He looked up with an extremely annoyed expression on his face and put his feet down from the table he was resting them on, "You guys have been at it for at least an hour and you're starting to get on my last nerve." His messy, dark brown hair rustled as he glared at them and leaned back on the couch.
"Yes Duo, I think I'll have to agree with Heero on this one, I can hear you from all the way in the library, and I was trying to read my book," the blonde haired teen walked into the room with a slightly amused look on his face.
"Awww, come on Quatre, we're just having a friendly conversation," the braided teen moaned, "Right Trowa?" He turned to face the fifth teenager leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, lost deep in his own thoughts and his long uni-bang covering one of his mysterious green eyes.
He blinked at the other boys and simply said, "I'll have to take Heero's side." He closed his eyes, and fell silent.
Just as Trowa finished his statement, Heero muttered, "Nothing's ever friendly." With that he stood, and quietly exited the room.
The black-haired Chinese teen watched Heero leave the room and glared hard at Duo after he left. Duo blinked stupidly and turned to face Wufei, "What?!"
Wufei gave Duo an exasperated look then sighed and stated, "You shouldn't have interupted him, you know Heero's having a hard time since Relena broke up with him. Leave him alone, he needs some time to think about this. HARD thinking. And don't try to ask him if he's okay, you know he doesn't easily share his feelings with everyone else."
Duo grunted and mumbled a quiet "Whatever."
A butler walked up to Quatre and bowed, "Sir, lunch will be served shortly."
Quatre nodded and dismissed him.
"Listen guys, lunch is in a few minutes, get cleaned up and we'll eat," Quatre said.
A loud growling noise erupted from Duo and everyone turned to stare at him.
"Hehe..." he smiled nervously and raced out of the room, eager for lunch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero climbed down the steps and arrived at the entrance hallway. He stood there for a moment, thinking about a lot of things, and seemed to have made up his mind when he opened the large door and stepped out into the sunshine. His face showed no emotions, but on the inside there was a mix of feelings swirling, almost boiling over, anger, hate, confusion, pain, love...
The colorful flowers clashed and blended together, the outside world seemingly beautiful and right. But yet my world is dark and dreary, thought Heero absent-mindedly.
It seemed like this Gundam pilot had faced everything that the world could have possibly hurl at him, and he wondered why it hurt so much to be denied by the one he had thought loved.
"I'm sorry Heero, but I can't keep living like this... You're never around, and what am I supposed to think? I've been patient enough, and sometimes it seems like you don't want to tell me anything. I'm sorry Heero, but I can't keep living a lie.... So this is good-bye. I'm sorry...." Relena's last words rung in Heero's ears, and he still wondered where he had gone wrong. He thought he loved Relena and nothing would change that, but after Relena said good-bye it was as if his world has suddenly stopped, and nothing else seemed to matter, that he was willing to kill again just to get rid of the sadness taking him.
Suddenly, a small packaged, brown box caught his eye and he bent down to pick it up. He looked at who it was addressed to and realized it was addressed to him. He cautiously held it and decided to go back inside the mansion.
He quietly closed the door and stared at the package, weighing the chances of opening it or not.
The other four Gundam pilots were soundlessly walking down the spiral stairway when they glimpsed Heero ripping open a brown package. Heero suddenly stopped and didn't seem to notice his friends watching him as he pulled out a white card from the box.
Heero looked at the card and read over its contents: Heero I've thought about you, me, us for a long time now. But all that thinking hasn't changed my mind about my decision. I guess this is a good-bye gift, and most of all, it's a sorry gift. Sorry for everything, the hurt I'm causing you, the lie we both lived. Even if I don't love you Heero, there's always a place in my heart for you, and don't forget that. I found this gift in a market in Cairo. It reminded me of all those unvented feelings you've got locked up inside of you. I'm so sorry Heero. Relena Heero looked down at the floor after he read the note. A small tear formed at the corner of his glazed eye shaded by his hair. He wordlessly treaded up the stairs, not looking at his friends standing confused in the stairway. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, the tear trailed down his cheek, falling onto the stairs, and for a second in the air, it glinted in the sun's rays. No one saw that one tear but Quatre, and he suddenly felt a pang of sadness for his depressed friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Hoho! Depressing, yes? Ack, well, I'm sure you'll live. R&R otherwise you guys aren't getting the next chapter!! ^.^