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Nightmare	By : DBZVelena Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Nightmare

Author: DBZVelena

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything related.

I only borrow the characteristics of certain characters for nonprofit goals.

Rate: pg-13 as always

Warnings: nightmares, Heero's POV.

On with the story...

I'm running through a street. I know I've been here before, many times.

But for some reason I don't remember the name of the street.

I get to where I was headed, but I'm to late.

I can feel him watching me, but I can't see from where.

I'd investigate more, but I'm already out of time.

I run, through the door, up the stairs, to the living room, with the huge windows.

Its raining, its always raining.

I fall to my knees next to her corps, this time she's blond, wearing a pink shirt and shorts.

I shoot up from my bed.

Another bloody nightmare.

I've been having nightmares for almost 6 months now.

Ever since the end of the war.

Ever since I last saw him.... Duo.

I get up and go to the bathroom, splashing some cold water in my face.

I doesn't help, I'm still shaky.

You'd wonder what happened to that cold emotionless soldier from during the war.

But I was never cold, or emotionless.

Just very good at hiding it.

So good that nobody had a clue, not really.

The only one even close to knowing what was behind the mask was Duo.

Duo... He saw right through me at times, not all the time mind you.

Just sometimes, when it was especially hard to hide.

I guess that was why he tried so hard to get me to open up.

If only he realized how scared I really was, how scared I am still.

I give up on trying to rid my head of the nightmare.

I know there is only one way I'll get any sleep tonight.

I wonder if she's still up.

It doesn't matter, she'd open her door for me, even at 4 am in the morning.

I get dressed, just a sweater, jeans, shoes and a jacket.

I'm not bothering with socks, her floor is always heated.

I leave my apartment and trudge through the rain.

Its been raining a lot lately, both in my nightmares and outside.

If I knew the significance of it, I'd write a book.

It takes me 10 minutes to walk to her place.

The ground floor is her office during the day, but the floor above is where she lives.

My psychologist.

Preventer had her assigned to me, her specialty: war trauma.

It took her a month just to get me to trust her.

A month as in going there every day for an hour and sit on her couch.

I hardly spoke a word to her that month.

But she talked, told me about her brother that died during the war.

About her father that sometimes still wakes up screaming.

And why she became what she is today, working for Preventer.

She was silent for the first time when I told her about the botched up mission, the little girl and her puppy.

She taught me how to grieve for those that died.

To not blame my self anymore.

And to come running when ever I have another one of my nightmares.

Though I don't think that last part was very professional of her.

She knows about Odin, J, the Gundams, Zero system, my self destructive behavior and about Duo.

Duo... Everything always comes back to him.

Every time I close my eyes, just to see another braided boy/girl die.

Duo...

Every time I wake up screaming.

Duo...

She knows that too.

And she knows how to get me to talk about it.

I ring her doorbell, its a funny melody, I've never been able to place it.

It takes her only a minute to come down the stairs and open the door.

She knows its me, I'm the only one who knows which button to push.

Anybody else would push the obvious one, but that's the one for the ground floor.

After she lets me in, she takes my jacket and hands me a towel to dry my hair.

Its plastered to my head, only time it will lay flat.

I dry my hair and it sticking up in all directions again.

Just like Harry Potter she said once.

But my eyes aren't green and I don't have a scar on my forehead.

And frankly, I'm glad I don't have to save the world anymore.

I go up the stairs and stand in front of her fake fireplace.

There is no room to have a real one, even if it was allowed with the new environmental
laws these days.

She comes up behind me and sits on the couch.

She's waiting for me to come to her.

If anybody would see us, they would think we have a relationship.

But the only relationship we have is a platonic one.

She's decided she's my adoptive big sister.

Or at least she said that would be her statement if anybody ever asked.

Nobody ever asked.

I sit next to her and lean down, my head on her chest.

She runs her fingers through my hair, its calming.

Soon the fatigue catches up with me and I fall asleep.

My last thought before I'm out is that I hope I won't dream of more murdered braids.

After a while I'm awake again.

I don't know how much time has passed.

She's not on the couch with me anymore, I'm alone.

I wonder where she is and what woke me up.

I wasn't a nightmare, I know that.

Sounds are coming from downstairs, they're muffled because the door is closed.

I get up and move to the door.

My first instinct is to grab a gun I no longer carry.

I move in position next to the door that I'm out of shot range when it opens.

Old habits die hard.

Slowly I push the handle down.

It only makes a whisper of a sound, but the muffled sounds from downstairs abruptly stop.

I hesitate, should I open the door further?

I decide I'll take the chance, all muscles ready to jump or role or do whatever is needed.

I open the door further and there, standing only 2 feet from me is...

Duo...

I don't know how he got here, or what he's doing here.

But gods, all I want to do in that moment is grab him and kiss him till we both pass out.

He steps up to me, his eyes warm, a smile on his face.

"Heero..."

He caresses my face, like a lover would, like I always wanted him to do.

"Why didn't you ever tell me..."

I'd answer but for some reason my vocal cords are frozen, as are my feet.

All I can do is look at the one person who always had my heart.

Then his hand slides from my cheek to my neck and he pulls me to him.

Our lips crash together with a ferocity I've never felt before.

A fire so consuming I forget everything but him.

My hands slide around him, pulling him closer still.

One hand wrapped around his braid, the other around his waist.

His one hand is carding through my hair wile the other is wrapped around my waist.

The kiss feels like it takes hours, but is still over to soon.

we gasp for air, only to kiss again, more fire more desire.

I feel like I'd love nothing more than to just crawl in him and never come out.

We're that tightly pressed together.

After a while of unending kisses and soft caresses we finally pull a part, slightly.

A million questions run through my head.

How did he get here, how did he know, does he love me as much as I love him?

But I push all those questions away, I had promised my self something.

If there was ever a chance for me to have him, I'd take him and never let go!

So only one question is now on my mind, just one question will be asked tonight.

I look deep in to the eyes that have haunted every dream and nightmare I've ever had.

"Duo, would you marry me?"

The silence is deafening after I ask the question.

His eyes are huge, wider than I've ever seen them.

Then the biggest grin I've ever seen blooms on his face as he pulls me so tight against him, I have trouble breathing.

Finally I manage to gasp a bit of air.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

He's still grinning, from ear to ear and then some.

"You bet ya life on it, it is! And ya can't back out of it either. Once stuck with me, you can never get rid of me!"

Now I'm smiling, it feels like its been ages since I last smiled.

Then again, it probably was.

It isn't until after the huge kiss that followed that.

That I realize we're not alone.

She's been standing there, leaning against the wall.

A smug look on her face.

I guess we'll just have to invite her to the wedding.

She can be my maid of honor.

After that night I never had any of those nightmares again.

Not that I didn't have any nightmares at all, just that they didn't involve another braid dieing.

Instead I dream about all kinds of kinky places.

I think I'll tell Duo about my latest, about the steps in front of city hall.

I'm sure he'll enjoy it.

Owari.
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