When Skies are Gray

PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot of this story

A/N This is my first GW. But I'm not stranger to this stuff.This will be Heero/Duo in later chapters. That's yaoi. So you're warned.

I can't believe all that I have
foreseen is finally happening.
I cannot for a single second stand the way I feel.
I always knew. I always saw it coming.
Enveloped now, encased by my worst fear.
I've never felt the nausea of longing to feel nothing,
I never wanted to cease to
exist, just disappear

Duo isn't even my real name. If you asked me what my real name was, I couldn't tell you. It would seem kind of funny to someone else

I guess. I guess a lot of things about my life might come off as funny to other people. I can't say I feel the same way.

I couldn't tell you who my parents were. I can't tell you where I was born. I can't tell you a fucking thing. All the things that people

should haveI lack.

I sort of guess that's why people don't like me.

I mean, they couldn't possibly like me. Yeah I can be a real "laugh riot" when I want to be. I make people laugh. But that doesn't mean

people like me. That doesn't make me "likable."

I fought in the war, yeah I know, I'm too young to have fought in any war. That was two years ago now though. All my friends---well

co-pilots, they've moved on to bigger and better things.

Me? I live a life of luxury in my very own three room apartment on L2.

Friends? Yeah I guess Hilde counts. We get drunk together. I guess that makes us friends.

I work in a junk yard. I guess that's a real laugh to everyone. Duo Maxwell, street-rat working in a junk yard. Is there any more fitting

place for me to work?

I couldn't imagine.

You wouldn't believe how many times I've gotten phone calls from them. My co-pilots that is.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you have many times I've ignored them.

I don't need fancy-ass Quatre's money to help me out, even if it is "just for now." I know what his money is in the end; pity.

I don't need to see him and Trowa.

I don't want to see them with eachother.

Looking at each other in that way.

Touching eachother in a way that they think is discreet.

And Wufei? Hasn't even tried to contact me. No surprise there. It wasn't like the guy hid that he hated my very essence.

That leaves Heero.

I'd heard rumors that he's "changed" that I "wouldn't believe the difference."

Why the hell should I care?

Heero never looked at me.

Heero never listened to me.

Heero never touched me.

Anyway, I took off for the next week. Une wanted to go over a few things with me for Preventers. I'm not a member of that shit. But I

help out. And when I say that I help out, I mean that that damned woman leaves me so many messages requesting my presence that I

ignore her until I can't take the annoyance anymore and give in.

Hopefully it'll be a real in and out job this time. I don't feel like putting up with anyone's bull.

Duo Maxwell dishes out bullshit, he doesn't like receiving it.