Seed to a Tree
I was sooo nervous about the first chapter of this fic, but it seems to be going well. It only gets better from here, I think.
Warnings: Yaoi! If homosexuality makes you more than slightly uncomfortable, than kindly take your business somewhere else. Some strong language. Sexual references and acts (Lemon/Lime) in later chapters, but let's cross that taboo bridge when we come to it. It'll get kinda angsty later . . . maybe.
Disclaimer: As much as I want to I do not own Gundam Wing, but I make them do naughty things anyway.
The butterflies in Heero's stomach turned into a swarming hive of killer bees as Duo opened the door of his room.
'This is a dream,' he thought. 'I'll wake up, in my room, look down at Releena and everything will be normal.'
"Sit down and I'll get something for your head," Duo's voice shook Heero out of his trance and he took an opportunity to look around Duo's small living space. It was a disaster. Clothes tossed haphazardly around, plates of food that were sprouting small colonies of mold, it was a hygienic nightmare.
"You actually live here?" he asked in horrified amazement.
"What?" asked Duo, stepping back into the room, armed with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a hand towel.
"Nothing," Heero quickly replied, becoming increasingly nervous.
Duo grinned, sensing Heero's discomfort and set to work cleaning the small cut near the other boy's temple.
"Relax man. It's not like I'm going to throw you down and have my way with you."
Heero leapt out of his chair, knocking the bottle of peroxide out of Duo's hands. He stood shaking, a horrified look on his face.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he yelled.
"Heero, calm down. I was—"
"No! I . . .I gotta go."
He tore out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Duo sat looking at the chair where Heero had been resting, furious with himself, feelings of angst and confusion flooding his brain.
"Goddamnit, Maxwell," he told himself. "What the fuck is your problem? That's no the kind of shit you say out loud."
He picked up the drained bottle of peroxide and dropped it into the overflowing trash can.
Heero burst into his room, only to find Releena surrounded by her groupies, discussing some inane topic. Upon seeing Heero, panicked and bleeding, Releena calmly stood up, a smile that did not quite reach her eyes plastered to her face.
"Heero, we didn't expect you back so soon. Don't you remember what day it is?"
'What the hell is she . . . oh god, that's right.' Heero suddenly remembered. Every Thursday Releena and her fan club had a weekly meeting. There was no real point or purpose to the meetings, but they went off every week without a hitch, and Heero had just broken Releena's golden rule concerning her meetings: no interruptions.
"Heero, we are very busy," Releena continued. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable somewhere else."
'Did you forget that this is my room?' Heero almost retorted, but wanting to spare himself the argument that would undoubtedly ensue afterwards, he simply replied "Whatever," and retreated back to his bedroom.
Releena sat back down, crossed her legs and smiled. Addressing her group she said:
"Now let us continue."
"Wow, Releena. That was sort of harsh."
All eyes turned toward the speaker; an obscure girl, only invited through a friend of a friend.
Releena's face lost none of its composure, "Excuse me?"
"Well aren't we the one's intruding on him?"
"I think," Releena said in a very quiet voice, "That maybe you should leave if you find yourself being intrusive upon my boyfriend."
Some of the more merciful girls in the room felt a stab of pity. In lest than forty-eight hours, no one would so much as look at this poor creature. There was no telling what would set Releena off, but one thins was for sure; you did not want to get caught in the crossfire.
Heero sat in his room, musing over the events that had taken place that day, trying to make sense of them. Every time he got within ten feet of Duo Maxwell, his stomach shrank to the size of a marble and his tongue grew three times bigger. If he ever tried to speak to him, he knew he would turn into a babbling idiot. But it made no sense. He had never been attracted to guys, and in all actuality had never really been attracted to girls either.
'Okay,' he thought. 'Let's just say, for the sake of argument, that I am attracted to Duo. The real question is . . . why him?'
The American did not share what you would call a strong compatibility with Heero. He was loud, obnoxious, and walked around in that stupid priests' collar with no qualms or explanations. He seemed to do everything in his power to get noticed, which was something Heero made a point of avoiding.
But, maybe that was why Heero was attracted to him. More confused than he was when he started, Heero lay down, hoping sleep would relieve him, when Releena burst into his room. To say she burst would probably be wrong; Releena Peacecraft was never loud or inappropriate, in public that is. Her time spend alone with Heero was an entirely different story. She had transformed him into her own personal trauma sponge.
She spoke to Heero in a voice that only he could recognize the threat in, "Heero, darling, a friend of yours is here. Should I tell them to join you back here or wait fro you to meet them outside?"
Heero knew the answer she wanted. His rebellious mouth got the best of his panicking mind for once and he calmly said, "Ask them to join me in my bedroom."
Releena's mouth twitched in irritation, but then she smiled and walked out. It was then that Heero's mind exploded into a mixture of confusion, fear and excitement. Desperately trying to calm himself, he molded his face into a look of stoic disinterest.
Duo stepped into the room and looked around. 'Holy crap,' he thought. 'This guy takes the term anal retentive to a whole new level.' The room was spotless. Not only spotless, it was empty. Other than the pristinely made bed and single dresser, not a sign of human life could be found anywhere.
Duo pulled himself back to reality. He looked at Heero, who showed no sign of emotion.
'Christ this guy is a robot,' Duo thought in amazement.
"Can I help you?" asked Heero, sounding slightly irritated.
"Uh, yeah. I . . . I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. When I get nervous, I sort of say things I don't mean. I hope things can be okay between us."
"What are you talking about? I don't know you and I have no desire to get to know you."
Heero immediately regretted his harsh words. Duo's face fell and he started toward the door. Before he could stop himself, Heero got up from the bed and grabbed Duo's arm.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Why don't you stick around?"
'What are you saying?!' his mind was screaming. 'Are you insane?'
"Are you sure?" Duo asked, turning around and looking at Heero.
'But then again, what the hell?' staring into Duo's violet eyes, Heero calmly replied, "Sure."
So there it is, chapter two. I really appreciate all the great feedback, please keep it coming. I'll try to post as fast as I can, but it's slow going because no more internet at my house. I can only use public computers. Rawr. But anyway, please keep reviewing! It makes me so happy.
I was sooo nervous about the first chapter of this fic, but it seems to be going well. It only gets better from here, I think.
Warnings: Yaoi! If homosexuality makes you more than slightly uncomfortable, than kindly take your business somewhere else. Some strong language. Sexual references and acts (Lemon/Lime) in later chapters, but let's cross that taboo bridge when we come to it. It'll get kinda angsty later . . . maybe.
Disclaimer: As much as I want to I do not own Gundam Wing, but I make them do naughty things anyway.
The butterflies in Heero's stomach turned into a swarming hive of killer bees as Duo opened the door of his room.
'This is a dream,' he thought. 'I'll wake up, in my room, look down at Releena and everything will be normal.'
"Sit down and I'll get something for your head," Duo's voice shook Heero out of his trance and he took an opportunity to look around Duo's small living space. It was a disaster. Clothes tossed haphazardly around, plates of food that were sprouting small colonies of mold, it was a hygienic nightmare.
"You actually live here?" he asked in horrified amazement.
"What?" asked Duo, stepping back into the room, armed with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a hand towel.
"Nothing," Heero quickly replied, becoming increasingly nervous.
Duo grinned, sensing Heero's discomfort and set to work cleaning the small cut near the other boy's temple.
"Relax man. It's not like I'm going to throw you down and have my way with you."
Heero leapt out of his chair, knocking the bottle of peroxide out of Duo's hands. He stood shaking, a horrified look on his face.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he yelled.
"Heero, calm down. I was—"
"No! I . . .I gotta go."
He tore out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Duo sat looking at the chair where Heero had been resting, furious with himself, feelings of angst and confusion flooding his brain.
"Goddamnit, Maxwell," he told himself. "What the fuck is your problem? That's no the kind of shit you say out loud."
He picked up the drained bottle of peroxide and dropped it into the overflowing trash can.
Heero burst into his room, only to find Releena surrounded by her groupies, discussing some inane topic. Upon seeing Heero, panicked and bleeding, Releena calmly stood up, a smile that did not quite reach her eyes plastered to her face.
"Heero, we didn't expect you back so soon. Don't you remember what day it is?"
'What the hell is she . . . oh god, that's right.' Heero suddenly remembered. Every Thursday Releena and her fan club had a weekly meeting. There was no real point or purpose to the meetings, but they went off every week without a hitch, and Heero had just broken Releena's golden rule concerning her meetings: no interruptions.
"Heero, we are very busy," Releena continued. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable somewhere else."
'Did you forget that this is my room?' Heero almost retorted, but wanting to spare himself the argument that would undoubtedly ensue afterwards, he simply replied "Whatever," and retreated back to his bedroom.
Releena sat back down, crossed her legs and smiled. Addressing her group she said:
"Now let us continue."
"Wow, Releena. That was sort of harsh."
All eyes turned toward the speaker; an obscure girl, only invited through a friend of a friend.
Releena's face lost none of its composure, "Excuse me?"
"Well aren't we the one's intruding on him?"
"I think," Releena said in a very quiet voice, "That maybe you should leave if you find yourself being intrusive upon my boyfriend."
Some of the more merciful girls in the room felt a stab of pity. In lest than forty-eight hours, no one would so much as look at this poor creature. There was no telling what would set Releena off, but one thins was for sure; you did not want to get caught in the crossfire.
Heero sat in his room, musing over the events that had taken place that day, trying to make sense of them. Every time he got within ten feet of Duo Maxwell, his stomach shrank to the size of a marble and his tongue grew three times bigger. If he ever tried to speak to him, he knew he would turn into a babbling idiot. But it made no sense. He had never been attracted to guys, and in all actuality had never really been attracted to girls either.
'Okay,' he thought. 'Let's just say, for the sake of argument, that I am attracted to Duo. The real question is . . . why him?'
The American did not share what you would call a strong compatibility with Heero. He was loud, obnoxious, and walked around in that stupid priests' collar with no qualms or explanations. He seemed to do everything in his power to get noticed, which was something Heero made a point of avoiding.
But, maybe that was why Heero was attracted to him. More confused than he was when he started, Heero lay down, hoping sleep would relieve him, when Releena burst into his room. To say she burst would probably be wrong; Releena Peacecraft was never loud or inappropriate, in public that is. Her time spend alone with Heero was an entirely different story. She had transformed him into her own personal trauma sponge.
She spoke to Heero in a voice that only he could recognize the threat in, "Heero, darling, a friend of yours is here. Should I tell them to join you back here or wait fro you to meet them outside?"
Heero knew the answer she wanted. His rebellious mouth got the best of his panicking mind for once and he calmly said, "Ask them to join me in my bedroom."
Releena's mouth twitched in irritation, but then she smiled and walked out. It was then that Heero's mind exploded into a mixture of confusion, fear and excitement. Desperately trying to calm himself, he molded his face into a look of stoic disinterest.
Duo stepped into the room and looked around. 'Holy crap,' he thought. 'This guy takes the term anal retentive to a whole new level.' The room was spotless. Not only spotless, it was empty. Other than the pristinely made bed and single dresser, not a sign of human life could be found anywhere.
Duo pulled himself back to reality. He looked at Heero, who showed no sign of emotion.
'Christ this guy is a robot,' Duo thought in amazement.
"Can I help you?" asked Heero, sounding slightly irritated.
"Uh, yeah. I . . . I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. When I get nervous, I sort of say things I don't mean. I hope things can be okay between us."
"What are you talking about? I don't know you and I have no desire to get to know you."
Heero immediately regretted his harsh words. Duo's face fell and he started toward the door. Before he could stop himself, Heero got up from the bed and grabbed Duo's arm.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Why don't you stick around?"
'What are you saying?!' his mind was screaming. 'Are you insane?'
"Are you sure?" Duo asked, turning around and looking at Heero.
'But then again, what the hell?' staring into Duo's violet eyes, Heero calmly replied, "Sure."
So there it is, chapter two. I really appreciate all the great feedback, please keep it coming. I'll try to post as fast as I can, but it's slow going because no more internet at my house. I can only use public computers. Rawr. But anyway, please keep reviewing! It makes me so happy.