Pairings: 5+1
Warnings: fluff?, angst? OOC, AU, attempted suicide, um. shonen ai
Disclaimer: Alas, the Gundam Wing characters are not mine, they just visit
the lonely girl every now and then.
This is my first GW fic, and it is unbeta'd, so if you find mistakes, like I think that I consistently change from past to present, or if you are bored, or feel up to a challenge, I would love it if someone was my beta. Yeah, I'm kinda pathetic, but hey! I'm nervous! Anywho, I hope you enjoy this fic, and if not, then sorry.
Colour of His Eyes
There were five minutes left until the bell rang and then the long day at school would be done with. Heero Yuy slumped lower in his desk. Five minutes were still too long.
"Okay class! Listen up!" Miss Noin clapped for attention. "Before class ends, I'm going to split the class into pairs. No, you can't pick your own partner," Noin glared at one of her students, who bashfully made his way back to his desk. "The pairs are: Micky and Mike; Jim and George; Anna and Jill; Duo and Zoƫ; Trowa and Quatre; Ryan and Maggie; Davis and Tai; Melissa and Megan; Heero and Wufei; Denise and Belle; Jo and Emma. Please remember your partners for tomorrow!"
Heero paid little attention to Miss Noin, watching the hands of the clock instead. Ten, nine, eight, seven-
"Heero."
Heero started, not hearing the person approaching. He turned around to look at the interrupter.
Chang Wufei was a teen model. Simply put, he was perfect. Flawless cocoa skin, silky black hair pulled into a loose tie at the back of his neck, black eyes that pierced into the very soul, and every secret desire that lurked there. Wufei had a sleek, muscular body, full of confidence and esteem. Heero stared at him, unable to say anything. He finally opened his mouth to form words.
The bell rang, shattering Heero's thoughts. He swivelled his head to see the clock. Home time. Hurriedly, he gathered his books, eager to leave the building, to get away from the prying eyes of the school body. Before Wufei could say anything, Heero was already out of the room.
Heero took the long way home, walking slowly, head down, feet dragging. He dreaded going home as much as he did school. It was so lonely at his house, with no one around; lonely at school, surrounded by uncaring people. In all the time that he loved in the small town Hillerton, he had been unable to make any friends. Too shy and low self-esteem, he could not seem to approach the others to talk. He sighed. His house came into view.
It was a small, two-story building, two bedrooms and bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. The backyard was spacious, though, and he could spend hours lying on his back, gazing up into the sky. He was proud of his backyard. Over the years, he worked on the yard, transforming it to be his hide-away, a place where he felt safe and calm. Hedges, neatly trimmed, grew along the fence on the left and right. Four oak trees were towards the back fence. Japanese lanterns hung from the trees and hedges. There was a rock path leading from the house to the corner, where a small rock garden was. A bench sat facing a couple of chairs, with a table in between, in the middle of the yard.
The door creaked as Heero entered his house. Stepping inside, he set his backpack down, and began his night alone in the empty home.
"Man, just your luck to be partners with Yuy. That sucks," Duo Maxwell exclaimed to his friends.
Sitting at a table in the exact center of the food court, four young boys were gathered. Duo, along with Wufei, faced Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton; all four of them were close friends, and enjoyed eating at the mall together often.
"Yes, I agree." Quatre spread his napkin across his lap. "He is, different. Be careful around him."
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't know why you're so concerned. It's only for one project, and besides," he added smugly, "I am a big boy, certainly able to defend myself against Yuy."
"Well, that is true." Quatre scrunched his nose, and changes the subject. "I am worried about our next campaign. Timothy thinks that there is something missing, but he doesn't know what. Do think it's me?"
Trowa hid a small smile over Quatre's horrified expression. Reassuringly, Trowa patted his hand, saying softly "Don't worry, little one."
All sitting at that table were models like Wufei. Trowa, with his strong, silent strength; Quatre's blue eyes and blonde hair, a soft and sweet teen; Duo's chestnut braid and the mischievous look in his violet eyes; it was not hard to comprehend. They were some of the most famous models in the country.
"Yeah Quat! No worries! Something's always wrong in Tim's eyes." Duo gestured with the ketchup bottle to further express his point. The boys ducked to escape the onslaught of flying red condiment. "You know? This is wrong, that is wrong, blah blah blah!"
"Of course, Duo," Quatre soothed, trying to calm the energetic teen down.
"And another thing-" "Shush!" Trowa whispered. Duo stopped and looked to what Trowa was staring at. "It's him!"
The boys turned and watched as Heero walked across the food court, heading towards the other side, and disappeared into a book store.
"I'm telling you, he's one strange dude, man," Duo's voice broke the silent reverie.
Wufei stood up. "I'm going to talk to him."
Well, how was that? Good? Bad? I know it was a little short, but I try harder to type longer next time. The fic is done, I just have to type it up and make changes to it. Please, leave a review and tell my what you think, and be gentle. See ya in a couple days! Mistress Arts
This is my first GW fic, and it is unbeta'd, so if you find mistakes, like I think that I consistently change from past to present, or if you are bored, or feel up to a challenge, I would love it if someone was my beta. Yeah, I'm kinda pathetic, but hey! I'm nervous! Anywho, I hope you enjoy this fic, and if not, then sorry.
Colour of His Eyes
There were five minutes left until the bell rang and then the long day at school would be done with. Heero Yuy slumped lower in his desk. Five minutes were still too long.
"Okay class! Listen up!" Miss Noin clapped for attention. "Before class ends, I'm going to split the class into pairs. No, you can't pick your own partner," Noin glared at one of her students, who bashfully made his way back to his desk. "The pairs are: Micky and Mike; Jim and George; Anna and Jill; Duo and Zoƫ; Trowa and Quatre; Ryan and Maggie; Davis and Tai; Melissa and Megan; Heero and Wufei; Denise and Belle; Jo and Emma. Please remember your partners for tomorrow!"
Heero paid little attention to Miss Noin, watching the hands of the clock instead. Ten, nine, eight, seven-
"Heero."
Heero started, not hearing the person approaching. He turned around to look at the interrupter.
Chang Wufei was a teen model. Simply put, he was perfect. Flawless cocoa skin, silky black hair pulled into a loose tie at the back of his neck, black eyes that pierced into the very soul, and every secret desire that lurked there. Wufei had a sleek, muscular body, full of confidence and esteem. Heero stared at him, unable to say anything. He finally opened his mouth to form words.
The bell rang, shattering Heero's thoughts. He swivelled his head to see the clock. Home time. Hurriedly, he gathered his books, eager to leave the building, to get away from the prying eyes of the school body. Before Wufei could say anything, Heero was already out of the room.
Heero took the long way home, walking slowly, head down, feet dragging. He dreaded going home as much as he did school. It was so lonely at his house, with no one around; lonely at school, surrounded by uncaring people. In all the time that he loved in the small town Hillerton, he had been unable to make any friends. Too shy and low self-esteem, he could not seem to approach the others to talk. He sighed. His house came into view.
It was a small, two-story building, two bedrooms and bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. The backyard was spacious, though, and he could spend hours lying on his back, gazing up into the sky. He was proud of his backyard. Over the years, he worked on the yard, transforming it to be his hide-away, a place where he felt safe and calm. Hedges, neatly trimmed, grew along the fence on the left and right. Four oak trees were towards the back fence. Japanese lanterns hung from the trees and hedges. There was a rock path leading from the house to the corner, where a small rock garden was. A bench sat facing a couple of chairs, with a table in between, in the middle of the yard.
The door creaked as Heero entered his house. Stepping inside, he set his backpack down, and began his night alone in the empty home.
"Man, just your luck to be partners with Yuy. That sucks," Duo Maxwell exclaimed to his friends.
Sitting at a table in the exact center of the food court, four young boys were gathered. Duo, along with Wufei, faced Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton; all four of them were close friends, and enjoyed eating at the mall together often.
"Yes, I agree." Quatre spread his napkin across his lap. "He is, different. Be careful around him."
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't know why you're so concerned. It's only for one project, and besides," he added smugly, "I am a big boy, certainly able to defend myself against Yuy."
"Well, that is true." Quatre scrunched his nose, and changes the subject. "I am worried about our next campaign. Timothy thinks that there is something missing, but he doesn't know what. Do think it's me?"
Trowa hid a small smile over Quatre's horrified expression. Reassuringly, Trowa patted his hand, saying softly "Don't worry, little one."
All sitting at that table were models like Wufei. Trowa, with his strong, silent strength; Quatre's blue eyes and blonde hair, a soft and sweet teen; Duo's chestnut braid and the mischievous look in his violet eyes; it was not hard to comprehend. They were some of the most famous models in the country.
"Yeah Quat! No worries! Something's always wrong in Tim's eyes." Duo gestured with the ketchup bottle to further express his point. The boys ducked to escape the onslaught of flying red condiment. "You know? This is wrong, that is wrong, blah blah blah!"
"Of course, Duo," Quatre soothed, trying to calm the energetic teen down.
"And another thing-" "Shush!" Trowa whispered. Duo stopped and looked to what Trowa was staring at. "It's him!"
The boys turned and watched as Heero walked across the food court, heading towards the other side, and disappeared into a book store.
"I'm telling you, he's one strange dude, man," Duo's voice broke the silent reverie.
Wufei stood up. "I'm going to talk to him."
Well, how was that? Good? Bad? I know it was a little short, but I try harder to type longer next time. The fic is done, I just have to type it up and make changes to it. Please, leave a review and tell my what you think, and be gentle. See ya in a couple days! Mistress Arts
