Pairings 1x2x1 2x5x2

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The Timing of fate

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The silhouette of Heero Yuy broke the light of a golden peach sunset, which splashed vibrant colors across the gray clouds that attempted to swallow the glowing orb. The rain dampened Jacket that he wore over his shoulders absorbed the bright, and fading light that the dying sun left behind. A small mist began to rise off of the warming tanned leather where the sun was licking it with it's flaming tongue, and breathing on his back with warm breathes, that contrasted the cold wind of the storm that brewed just behind the setting sun, that waved goodbye to the daytime world.

The ocean at his back rolled moodily as it swallowed the red-golden sun into its turbulent maw. Again the noisy sea rolled over its self, sending small breezes toward the mountains at which Heero found himself standing at the foot of. The Clouds overhead continued to billow over the coastal range, toward the ocean, but never seemed to touch Apollo, which seemed to be fleeing the dark mass in the sky, as if he feared the rain would kill his flaming companion.

Again the raging storm over took the sky, as the pale lavender of the sun's final breaths faded as it was finally swallowed by the hungry ocean. A small wind spoke quietly in Heero's chilled ear on its race in from the blue expanse that stretched behind him. A soft grunt was the replied the invisible entity earned from the stoic youth. A passing air momentarily ruffled his damp ebony hair and continued to kiss the ex-pilot's reddened check. The same wind pulled gently on the typed paper he had crushed in his grip. Heero stopped in the growing dark, to check his paper in the failing light of the post-evening world around him. Heero read the brief message on the battered dirty, and moistened paper that he held above his head, in order to catch the final rays of light, emitted by the lavender sky.

In the stifled Afterglow of twilight Heero stood alone in a damp, and muddy field looking up at the fenced campus of his new school. He grunted, unimpressed with the light brown Spanish adobe Villa that stretched out in front of him. Street laps flickered to life in the growing darkness, illuminating the path down to the youth's next prison. The floodlights of early dark flared to life illuminating the empty campus, and drowning the still illuminated lamps of the students who had yet to leave for the cafeteria.

As the afterglow of the dying sun set in, the strangling clouds again ravished the skies. The winds calmed momentarily as a light drizzle began to wet the ground under Heero's feet. The silhouette of the ex-pilot tore the crushed piece of paper he was holding open to look at the contents. "Beta Building. Top floor. Room 400, Single room." Heero mumbled aloud as he squinted through the light rain and murky dusk, hoping for a glance at his new home.

A small smile graced Heero's stony features as he looked up at the nameless building in front of him. "Beta the second letter of the Grecian Alphabet, number two… Duo…" He muttered as he picked back up his heavy luggage and heaved it off towards the building that had been identified as Beta from the large black letters that adorned its face. "I hate that number." he whispered as if he was talking to some unseen person standing next to him, "It always reminds me..."

As the clouds swallowed the last remnants of the solar spectacle that set the sky ablaze only minutes before another small breeze picked up heading inland from the pacific. The small sea breeze kissed his reddened cheeks and ruffled his jet black hair as it past on its way towards the trees that towered on the mountains tat stretched out in front of him. "Duo I really do miss you…" he whispered to the winds that played with the dampened grass around his feet. The scent of damp dirt and foliage rose through the winds and assaulted his scenes as he traveled in silence to his new home.

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Hero rounded the last corner in the twisting hallway, which led from the stairway to his room. "four hundred." he whispered to himself as he eyed the old wooden door at the end of the cold hall with distaste. HE stumbled tiredly over to it and checked the door handle. Seemingly satisfied he dug into his pockets for a moment, extracting a small bronze key. Momentarily fumbling with the small device he inserted it into the key socket. Turning it with a satisfying "click" he opened the door and dragged his luggage inside after him.

Heero closed the door with his back and slid down the cold wood as his legs lost their strength. A single tear shone on his cheek as he took in his new surroundings. "Beta…" he whispered to himself. Slowly he picked himself back up and made his way over to the bed where he threw his heavy suitcase down, making bounce on the springy mattress. Slowly he caressed the hard leather side, gliding his calloused fingers over the worn brown leather of the old suitcase. He stared at a patch in the middle just above the lock as if daring the two letters that were etched in there to betray something.

Sadly he fell down onto the bed, sitting next to the suitcase, and yet never taking his eyes off of it as if fearing that if he did it would disappear, just like its old master. Again he ran his fingers over the crude letters cut into the beautiful, soft leather. "D. M." A small whimper escaped his throat after he said them out loud. He again reached into his pocket pulling a small key that shone in the increasing moonlight. Through his blurry vision he managed to insert the small, golden key into its small socket.

Heero looked into the open luggage and trained his eyes to see through the dark that shrouded him and his tears. Reaching in he pulled out a small laptop, who's power indicator glowed as a small, breathing green apple; a pack of cigarettes; and a lighter. Heero opened the window that his bed was pressed up against. And the turned around and got up to walk towards desk adjacent to the door. Quietly he pulled out the chair and set to work on the futuristic Macintosh.

The rose and lemon of the rising sun found Heero snoring lightly in the spindly chair that sat next to the old decrepit desk. The hush of dawn traffic rose to a dull roar outside of his door drawing Heero back from his dreams of flying mechas, and devilish grins. Heero Grumbled as he stirred drowsily from his sleep. A dull discomfort in his lower abs informed the Japanese Youth of his need to urinate, and eat. He painfully pulled himself to his feat and made his way over to his suitcase, to grab his small hotel shampoo, soap bar, and towel. Nearly fifteen minutes later, he immerged from the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a small towel. Silently he walked over to the large suitcase to extract his slightly baggy blue jeans, and loose tan tee shirt.

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TBC