When A Weed Becomes A Rose
Title: When A Weed Becomes A Rose
Author: Dark Nuriko
Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance
Category: Gundam Wing/AC
Pairings: 1 x R, 1 x 2 (eventually), established 3 x 4
Warnings: Yaoi, Duo language, Relena bashing, Heero with Relena, lime/lemon, and all sorts of other things to make you scream.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and it's characters doesn't belong to me. I am using them without permission but with no plans of making money off of it. So please don't sue.
Author's Note: Yes, this is a Relena getting Heero fic, but I can promise it won't remain this way. Seeing as I can't stand the woman, she's only going to win while Heero's being a dumb ass. Other than that, there will be plenty of Relena bashing in it. Relena Haters Unite! He he. Enjoy.
When A Weed Becomes A Rose
Chapter One:
Duo stood in the hallway, staring at the back of his long time room mate and best friend as he gathered his things and strode toward the front door. Heero Yuy, Perfect Soldier, was leaving. And yet, not only was he leaving, but he was going off to marry the one person Duo had never expected Heero to even look at.
"You're kidding, right, Hee-chan?" Duo asked, almost brokenly as he stared at the straight set of the shoulders in front of him. Duo moved down the hallway to the front door, stepping in front of it to block Heero's progess. Heero's chocolate colored hair was as messy as ever, but he now stood a slight foot shorter than the American. Duo, after the wars, had taken to eating right and with a steady job, had even managed to fill out in the four years since those dark days.
"Move," was all Heero said in his nasal monotone, his Prussian blue eyes focused on the door behind Duo. Duo's long chestnut hair was still in it's trademark braid and now fell to his knees in length. He blinked and stared at the man he had always called friend. But in truth, as Duo's violet eyes took in everything Heero was showing him, he saw Heero as so much more.
"Did I do something wrong? Did I talk too much? Did I not learn how to cook well enough? What did I do? Tell me, Hee-chan," Duo pleaded, his violet eyes showing the pain he was feeling. Duo Maxwell had been in love with Heero Yuy since the day he had stolen parts from his Gundam, Deathscythe. The man was so skilled it was a crime when he did nothing at all. Yet he was also new to living life after the war and Duo refused to let him go so easily.
"It has nothing to do with you," he said, still glaring at the door. His stance tensed and Duo knew Heero would eventually hurt him if he didn't do as he had stated. Yet Duo was no stranger to pain, and he refused to budge.
"To hell it doesn't, Hee-chan! You're pissed off otherwise you would be leaving like this!" Duo shouted, his violet eyes flashing purple fire.
"I do not feel anything of the sort, Maxwell. Now let me pass." Duo growled and crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't going to let him get away with this.
"Fuck you, Yuy," Duo snarled, getting into Heero's presonal space, his face mere inches from his partners. "We are partners. We both work for the Preventers and we were partners and friends before that during the wars. We are 21 now. I want to know what you're really thinking! Damn it, I hate being lied to!"
"I am only going off to do what is appropriate," Heero answered, his eyes softening slightly as he watched Duo's chest heaving as he yelled at him. It was a common occurance and Heero knew how to placate the braided man.
"Appropriate? For who? Why?" Duo asked, calming down somewhat, but pain still evident in his features.
"Husbands live with their wives, do they not?" Heero asked. Duo stopped dead still, staring at Heero as if he was crazy.
"Well. . .yeah, but you aren't married Hee-chan." Heero nodded.
"Not at the moment, but at the end of the month I will be." Duo blinked, his expression dark as he stared at Heero. His face was actually unreadable, for once in his life.
"Wh. . .who are you going to marry?" Duo asked, stuttering for a moment before catching himself. Heero gazed at his room mate, uncertain what to make of such a look on him. Yet it would be wrong to lie to someone who had never lied to him. Thus, Heero decided to be straight foreword with him.
"Relena. She asked and I felt I could do no less than accept."
Duo flinched for a moment before becoming dead still and silent. His violet eyes were wide as he gazed at the Japanese man before him. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He had to be having a nightmare. 'Hee-chan! MY Hee-chan is going to marry the Princess of Pink! When did I land into an old episode of the Twilight Zone!' Duo mentally asked himself. He felt off balance and if it was one thing he hated, it was being knocked off balance like this. It was almost too much to take.
"Please tell me that was your idea of a joke," Duo managed to get out. Heero blinked and shook his head.
"I don't joke, Duo. You know that." Duo shivered and nodded. Heero was correct. He didn't joke. Especially about things like this.
"So. . .you. . .you love her then?" Duo forced out. Heero snorted.
"I don't love her, Duo. It's an emotion I don't understand. Yet, she's a woman and I'm a man. They do marry for other reasons. She can help me and I can help her." Duo's jaw hit the floor.
"So a marriage of convience? You would settle for what you can gain rather than what you can feel?" Duo asked, disgust in his tone. Heero nodded.
"I'm not good with emotions, Duo. You've always known that about me. Thus, I am simply going with what I feel is safe."
"But. . .but what if later on you find you are in love. . .or that at least there is someone who loves you?" Heero's blue eyes seemed confused.
"Why should that matter? If I do not understand such a feeling, why would I feel it?" Heero asked. Duo's eyes shimmered with unshead tears and he hung his head to hide them with his bangs before Heero could see them. Yet Heero had noticed it as it occured, having been looking at his friend as it had began.
"I. . .I don't want that," Duo mumbled. Heero looked at him oddly.
"Isn't this my life?" Heero asked. Duo, shocked, looked up swiftly and met Heero's eyes.
"Yes. . .but I. . .I love you, Heero. I don't want you to marry for anything less than love," he whispered, almost brokenly.
"You love me? Why?" Heero asked, his eyes barely showing his confusion. "You are a man, the same as I. There is nothing that could come of that." Duo swallowed and looked away. He pulled his braid over his shoulder and played with the tip of it.
"That doesn't mean I don't love you. I want to see you happy." Heero gave Duo a small, rare smile.
"But this is what I want. Why wouldn't I be happy?" Duo returned his pain filled gaze on Heero, but only nodded.
"Understood, Heero. If this is what you want, then I'll stand behind your decision." Heero leaned foreward and awkwardly hugged Duo.
"Good, because I want you as my best man." Duo flinched once more but nodded.
"Sure, Hee-chan. Whatever you want, man." It killed him to say those words, but he couldn't go back on his word. He had told himself long ago that he wouldn't force Heero to care for him as Duo, himself, cared about Heero. Thus, all he could do is work toward helping him be happy. Even if it made Duo unhappy to hear such a thing.
"Thank you Duo. You are my best friend. There is no one else I feel I could trust with this than you." Duo nodded, but inside he was dying. He didn't want to be Heero's best friend. He wanted to be so much more.
"No problem, Hee-chan. That's what friends are for," Duo answered.
"Good. I've really got to go, Duo. Relena's expecting me." Duo nodded and finally stepped aside from the door, letting Heero be able to leave the room.
"I'll see you at work?" Duo asked, his voice weak.
"Of course. I'm getting married, Duo, not leaving the Preventers." Duo nodded once more and began to chew on the tip of his braid as he watched Heero open the door.
"Bye," Heero said, matter-of-factly.
"Ja ne," Duo said in return, refusing to say something as preminate as goodbye. Instead, he used the Japanese phrase for 'see you'. It fit better than that horrible word that always seemed to end everything good in his life. Heero nodded and closed the door, leaving Duo to stand where he was, his heart shattering into hundreds of pieces at the thought of losing the one person he had dared to love. After the Maxwell Church Incident, he had swore never to fall in love again. Yet first Heero, and then the other pilots had wormed their way into his heart. With the other pilots, it was more of a brotherly love. With Heero, it was so much more.
"Damn you, Heero Yuy," Duo whispered. "And damn me as well." He slowly dropped his braid and moved toward the front room, staring at phone as he neared it. Punching in the correct numbers and making certain the picture wouldn't show, he called the only person he could.
"Hello, L2 Salvage. How can I help you?" A bright and cheerful voice asked over the line. Duo drew a deep breath, even as tears began to fall from his eyes.
"Hey Hilde, it's Duo. Think I could come visit for a couple days?" he asked. The squeel he got as he asked that made him flinch, even as he kept the tears from his voice.
"Of course you can, Duo! When do you think you'll be out here?" she asked, her cheer making Duo smile for a moment.
"I'll work things out with Noin and Une tomorrow, at work. I'll call you back then to let you know for certain." Hilde cheered from ehr end before settling down.
"You call me the minute you know, you hear me?" she asked.
"Yea, I hear ya. Talk to ya then, Hil." Hilde giggled.
"Later, Duo." He severed the connection and slumped to the floor, the tears falling harder now. He would move on. He would! Just. . .just for this night, he'd cry. After all, he was a man. . . and if boys didn't cry, then men certainly didn't either.