FICTIONWIDE A/N- So, I had all these ideas running through my head, of short little H/D scenes that I didn't want to make longer or anything, so I decided to make… drabbles! I don't think any of them will be very long. Anyways, enjoy! Oh, and all drabbles will be at least PG, just to be safe. It's mainly about Heero and Duo, but other pairings might get in somehow…
FICTIONWIDE SUMMARY: So many situations, so much time… This is a collection of my drabbles and short one-shots for GW. They range anywhere from angst to sappy-sap. Each drabble-shot will have it's own warnings and ratings, so you can skip those you don't wanna read!
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WORD COUNT- 603
WARNINGS- angsty, mean-Duo, language, shounen-ai (of course)
RATING- PG-13
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Hate Love
I love you, you whisper to me.
And I answer back with the same foolish, idiotic words.
But I don't love you. Hell, I barely even like you. You're good for a quick fuck, or a long one. Either way, that's all I want from you.
I didn't try to do this to you, seriously. I might not've liked you, but I respected you. I didn't want to ruin that.
But then you practically threw yourself at me, and I couldn't refuse. You were just too irresistible.
I remember clearly the first time I fucked you. It was incredible. All that heat… It was burning me alive, and I was happy for it. But then, after it was over, I really wanted nothing better then to hit you. To slap you and kick you out. I wanted to hurt you, because I already knew that it would happen sooner or later, and I figured sooner would be better than later.
I knew that you would fall in love with me. I knew it. And I knew I wouldn't feel the same for you.
See, at first, I tried to get along with you. Tried to be friendly. But you persistently kept pushing me away. And so I tried harder.
After a while, I didn't care anymore. All you did was make me feel like an idiot, and how many people do you know who could stand that? So I gave up. But then you came to me, came to the junkyard. You told me you needed work, little pay. You just needed something would help you sleep at night, something that would keep you from the nightmares… You crept into my bed that night, and I let you stay.
It's killing you, I can see it, the way I refuse to love you. I can't, I won't. It's just something that'll mess up an already perfect relationship.
I turn from you after saying those foolish words, and I can see the brief flash of pain that comes into your eyes. But it's gone quickly; you've become to used to me, to the hurt I bring you.
I yank on my clothes, being here with you for so long, it's smothering me. You're smothering me. I leave without a word.
I walk to the park where you first grabbed my hand, holding tight to me as if I were your lifeline. I still can't figure out how the Perfect Soldier turned into a possessive, protection-needing, nervous baby. Maybe you're lost without the fighting, without the commands. Whatever, it's not my problem.
The wind blows hard, almost making me fall over. I'm still waiting for that growth spurt. I feel way too old to still be thinking about growth spurts, but I'm still only seventeen. Damn. I forget sometimes.
I watch the leaves fall from the trees, making colorful little whirlwinds around the park. I wish I could be like that sometimes, free to fly wherever the wind took me.
I think back on you, and our first fall "together". You had watched the leaves with a childlike wonder, so enthralled with the bright colors, with that shine in your eyes…
I hate you. I hate that you make me think like this, feel like this. You're so useless, but I can't make myself get rid of you?
What is this? What is this clench I get in my stomach whenever I think of you gone? It can't be love; love comes from the heart and makes you feel warm, not like you have indigestion.
Damn you. Damn you damn you damn you.
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So, here's the first part of my drabble series… I need a title. Seriously. I can't think of anything. Somebody help!
