One Last Chance
Ch. 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Warnings: some angst, Shonen ai, R+1, 1+2+1 and I think that's it for now.
A/N: I Didn't think I was going to continue this ficlet at all because I really don't think I'm good at writing, thus, I have no idea where this story is going to go. If anyone has any ideas as to where I can take this, let me know!!! Also, I'd like to mention any and all GW knowledge I have, I've gathered from other fics, so if I make some sort of mistake, I apologize in advance.
Also, I'd like to thank , for being my first ever reviewer! This is for you! (And I hope you feel better ^.^)
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At the palace in the Sank kingdom, Prussian blue eyes widened and the letter fell to the floor.
"Why did you have to wait so long?" a whispered voice spoke only to itself. "....Duo..."
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It had been almost three years since Heero had laid eyes on Duo. After the end of the wars, Heero had joined with the Preventers and was assigned to be Relena's personal bodyguard. As much as the young war veteran would have liked to have some of his other skills employed by the Preventers, it seemed as though he couldn't escape his assignment.
Heero had some idea as to who was responsible for keeping him tied up at the Peacecraft estate but it gave him something to do. Relena, after all, was an important player in the game of politics, despite her young age.
As far as Heero knew, Duo was off somewhere on L2 with Hilde running some sort of business. He hadn't heard from the long haired pilot in so long, but he credited that to his own anti-social behavior. Heero just figured that since they were both now free to re-join (or join for the first time, in Heero's case) the human race, Duo just didn't want to put up with his monosyllable answers or one-sided conversations.
He hadn't realized how much he missed that braided idiot until he got the letter this morning. Now things were complicated. Heero knew he felt something for Duo, but he couldn't put a name to the emotion. Now that he read Duo's words, a slight pang was felt in his chest and his stomach knotted.
"He loves me," Heero whispered to himself. "Why... How could he love me?"
After a few moments of contemplating in silence, Heero whispered to himself, "Do I love *him*?"
There was only one way to find out. He had to see Duo again. 'But will he come?' He thought to himself.
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Duo was sitting around in his living room that evening. He'd had a long day at work and after having diner, he decided to check his e-mail. He booted up his computer thinking morose thoughts about the love of his life marrying a girl.
"Duo, you're such an idiot. Maybe if you had told him sooner, things would have been different." He sighed to himself and kept on, "Yeah right, Maxwell. He's probably straight and even if he wasn't he probably wouldn't be interested in you. Now it doesn't matter anyway, does it? He's getting married to Miss Perfect and they are going to have Perfect kids, lead a Perfect life, have Perfect pets, and be the Perfect family. There's no room in that equation for a dirty little street rat orphan. I'm lucky I became a Gundam pilot at all. Heero had his Perfect training since he was born, Trowa was a mercenary since he was little so he knew about fighting, Quatre was rich so he could afford it all and Wufei not only had status, he had money and a cause. Me? I was just a filthy little street urchin who stole a Gundam. I'm no one at all."
By the time Duo finished his self deprecating soliloquy, he had accessed his email account. In it there was only one message:
******* To: Shinigami shi_god_02@colonyhomel2.net Sender: Wing wing01@espreventerhq.org Re: Invitation
Duo, I invite you to come join the other pilots and myself in a reunion.
Heero
*******
Duo's jaw dropped to the floor as he read the message, two minutes later, he was in his room packing his luggage.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Warnings: some angst, Shonen ai, R+1, 1+2+1 and I think that's it for now.
A/N: I Didn't think I was going to continue this ficlet at all because I really don't think I'm good at writing, thus, I have no idea where this story is going to go. If anyone has any ideas as to where I can take this, let me know!!! Also, I'd like to mention any and all GW knowledge I have, I've gathered from other fics, so if I make some sort of mistake, I apologize in advance.
Also, I'd like to thank , for being my first ever reviewer! This is for you! (And I hope you feel better ^.^)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
At the palace in the Sank kingdom, Prussian blue eyes widened and the letter fell to the floor.
"Why did you have to wait so long?" a whispered voice spoke only to itself. "....Duo..."
-----------------
It had been almost three years since Heero had laid eyes on Duo. After the end of the wars, Heero had joined with the Preventers and was assigned to be Relena's personal bodyguard. As much as the young war veteran would have liked to have some of his other skills employed by the Preventers, it seemed as though he couldn't escape his assignment.
Heero had some idea as to who was responsible for keeping him tied up at the Peacecraft estate but it gave him something to do. Relena, after all, was an important player in the game of politics, despite her young age.
As far as Heero knew, Duo was off somewhere on L2 with Hilde running some sort of business. He hadn't heard from the long haired pilot in so long, but he credited that to his own anti-social behavior. Heero just figured that since they were both now free to re-join (or join for the first time, in Heero's case) the human race, Duo just didn't want to put up with his monosyllable answers or one-sided conversations.
He hadn't realized how much he missed that braided idiot until he got the letter this morning. Now things were complicated. Heero knew he felt something for Duo, but he couldn't put a name to the emotion. Now that he read Duo's words, a slight pang was felt in his chest and his stomach knotted.
"He loves me," Heero whispered to himself. "Why... How could he love me?"
After a few moments of contemplating in silence, Heero whispered to himself, "Do I love *him*?"
There was only one way to find out. He had to see Duo again. 'But will he come?' He thought to himself.
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Duo was sitting around in his living room that evening. He'd had a long day at work and after having diner, he decided to check his e-mail. He booted up his computer thinking morose thoughts about the love of his life marrying a girl.
"Duo, you're such an idiot. Maybe if you had told him sooner, things would have been different." He sighed to himself and kept on, "Yeah right, Maxwell. He's probably straight and even if he wasn't he probably wouldn't be interested in you. Now it doesn't matter anyway, does it? He's getting married to Miss Perfect and they are going to have Perfect kids, lead a Perfect life, have Perfect pets, and be the Perfect family. There's no room in that equation for a dirty little street rat orphan. I'm lucky I became a Gundam pilot at all. Heero had his Perfect training since he was born, Trowa was a mercenary since he was little so he knew about fighting, Quatre was rich so he could afford it all and Wufei not only had status, he had money and a cause. Me? I was just a filthy little street urchin who stole a Gundam. I'm no one at all."
By the time Duo finished his self deprecating soliloquy, he had accessed his email account. In it there was only one message:
******* To: Shinigami shi_god_02@colonyhomel2.net Sender: Wing wing01@espreventerhq.org Re: Invitation
Duo, I invite you to come join the other pilots and myself in a reunion.
Heero
*******
Duo's jaw dropped to the floor as he read the message, two minutes later, he was in his room packing his luggage.