Once a Lifetime
By: Nuriko and JessEklom
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to Jess or me, much to our everlasting regret. We are writing solely for fun, so please don't sue.
Author's Note: This is a joint GW story that Jess and I will be writing. The main idea for the story though is mine. We will be writing between two different POV's. I will be handling Duo's while Jess does Heero's. Each chapter will indicate a POV change. Enjoy. Nuriko
Once a Lifetime By: Nuriko & Jess
Chapter One; Duo POV:
Sleeping was never something I was fond of. Especially after my current partner came into the picture. There were always dreams of times and places I didn't know. There were always dreams with HIM in them. He was my soul mate, my other half. He loved me no matter what gender, race, or religion I was. Sometimes, he was a she. It never mattered as long as we could be together. Although our names were different every lifetime, one thing remained constant, our looks. That was kept the same so that I could always find him; always know who he was.
His never perfect brown hair and Prussian blue eyes was always the first thing to strike my mind. After all, he was my one true love. Those features were locked in my mind and would never leave me. Always they're in my dreams so I wouldn't forget him. Many may think it odd that I can recall my past lives. I simply call it a Godsend. After all, that was what allowed me to find my one true love. The sad thing is that no matter how many times we tried to find each other, something always happened to ruin our happiness and separates us. So far, I have yet to be able to even spend an entire year with him. Perhaps that's why I can't bring myself to get too close to him in this time, though not for lack of it happening anyway.
In this particular lifetime, I'm a solider in a rather dark war. I fight using my street smarts and a special mobile suit called a Gundam named Deathscythe. I'm in charge of stealth and demolitions in this little group I'm apart of. The funny thing is, I'm only sixteen years old at this time. Looking across the expanse of our shared room in our current safe house, I watch my partner with shadowed violet eyes. I can tell they are shadowed by catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror across from the foot of my bed. I suppose I can't help it. Once again I find myself in love with my destined soul mate, yet am also at a loss. For in this time he is also a solider, a perfect solider. He has no time for things as frivolous as love. I've heard him tell me that at least a hundred times already.
What makes this all the more difficult is the fact that he's got absolutely no memory of our past? I'm trying to earn his love the hard way, starting from scratch each and every new lifetime. Needless to say, the princess of pink has made more leeway with him than I have, and that isn't something positive in my book. I know there is a very important reason why we must find each other each lifetime; I just can never seem to remember. Kind of makes me worry when in this time I feel like I'll never be able to win his love.
Oh, I've annoyed him to no end with my constant smiles, bright attitudes, and total disregard for the rules, but that's what made him love me all those other times. I wasn't about to change my attitude now, not when it was important for us to find one another. I guess the main reason I don't change is in the hopes that he will always be able to find me.
Noticing movement from his bed, I realize he's waking up. Pulling on my ever-cheerful expression, I grace his glaring Prussian blue eyes with a smile. They always had been the most amazing color I've ever seen. Always seeming to shimmer like ice, yet they could melt a room when in the heat of passion. As I watch his well-built body go through his morning routines, I recall one of our past times together, during a similar morning many years ago.
Flashback; Paris, France, 1618 A.D.
I watched lazily from the large king size bed as my husband of only a night so far began his daily routine. He was doing some kind of exercise in order to keep in shape, and oh what a wonderful shape it was. I allowed my eyes to run over his bare chest and followed his muscles as they strained under his movements. He was a very well made man for this time period. Then again, he always was.
"Love, came back to bed. I can give you a better work out than you could ever come up with," I said softly, gracing him with a seductive smile as well. I then allow the sheet covering me to fall slowly, revealing a sight I knew he couldn't refuse, especially if last night was any indication to how he reacted to the sight of my bare body. Then again, after last night, I knew that just a hint of invitation was all he would need to draw him to me. I wasn't far off either. Those blue eyes of his heated with desire as they took in every curve, every line. I made a rather beautiful woman; I had to admit. My long chestnut hair was loose and flowing around my shoulders, and my lips were still swollen from his wonderful kisses. He then stalked over to the bed and was soon above me, bringing passionate lips down to meet my own.
End Flashback
"Duo, are you even listening!?" he barked out, his face near mine as it had been in the past, gaining my attention and causing a flush to cross my cheeks. I knew he was nothing like himself of the past, but it always made my pulse jump whenever he got near me. I knew my cheeks were to warm not to show the blush to him but apparently he was ignoring it, for he returned to his ever-present laptop, ignoring me completely.
"Huh? Sorry Heero, what did you say?" I asked, drawing myself back into the present. He sighed as if he hated having to repeat himself before turning a dark glare on me.
"I said we have a mission. One that involves stealth and requires you to be very much a part of it." I smirked then, loving it when stealth missions came around. It was one of the reasons I loved this time so much. It allowed me to do some of the things I've only ever been able to dream of doing, although I have to admit being a U.S. Marshal with him at one point in time had been pretty thrilling as well.
"All right, when do we head out?" I asked, not failing to catch that annoyed look of his at my cheerfulness.
"We head out tonight. I suggest you make certain Deathsythe is in top form and then rest up." That said, I watched as Heero stood up and left, taking a piece of my heart with him as his hair fell into his eyes and made my fingers itch to brush them aside. I always did love that chocolate brown hair of his. It couldn't be tamed, no matter what time we were in.
Sighing I got to work. After all, this was just another day in the life of Duo Maxwell. One more day spent with the one I loved; one more day of memories of times long ago; one more night of torture to come. Man, sometimes it sucked being me.