A New Life
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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1,135
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A New Life
Catagorized based on future chapters. :) For more on this story and fan art see my profile page.
DISCLAMER: I O-W-N N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!! So if you try to sue me you won’t get anything (I’m poor) Oh and if anything in this fic is like someone else’s I’m really sorry, I was trying to be original. I will admit that I got the idea for Heero and his sweet tooth from a fic I read years ago….unfortunately I don’t remember that wonderful author’s name .
Chapter1
Setting: Herro in room at night typing on computer. Duo is lying on his bed reading a magazine. (Heero POV)
I never saw any real need for friendship or love during the war. I always felt that something such as feeling would compromise the mission. But now there is no mission to compromise and no war to fight. So now what do I do? I never thought much about love, but recently I've had a great deal of time to contemplate this phenomenon.
So what is love? I've asked many people (Quatra, Trowa, Wufei, and Duo) none have satisfactorily answered my question. So I did some research; Love is a construct. It is a strong feeling towards another person. However, the word love is greatly over used in this society. I feel that I should study and observe more of this phenomenon in order to truly understand. If my assumptions are correct than it is possible that I may be in love. But with this statement another question surfaces, what is the difference between a best friend and a person you love? This is all very confusing.
>A page turns in the background and Heero looks around at Duo in his bed<
Most people would have troble sharing a room with a person that snores and drools as well as being a general pain in my ass, but that braided baka actually is a great comfort to me. I haven't the slightest idea as to why though. He is the only person I have ever considered a friend and trusted. Sometimes when I can't sleep I lie in bed and stare at him I take in every line, crease, and hair like a cartographer* Every time I look at him I feel weird, it makes no sense at all.
-Hey, Perfect solider! Would you stop that pecking at that damn key board and turn off the light, I'm trying to sleep.
“Hn” replied Heero as he turned off the light
“Thanks man”, yawned Duo as he rolled over.
Kuso! That baka is always interrupting my thoughts. I guess I will comply.
Xx save document xxx
*Cartographer- a mapmaker
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~Later that night~
The apartment was quiet…more or less. The distinct noise of a creaking bed could be heard. In the bedroom Duo was tossing and turning in his twin-sized bed. He finally stopped and lay on his side. Sighing he glanced at the glowing red numbers of the alarm that he knew would be blaring in four hours. Heero hated being late…To anything. Deciding it was useless to stay in bed Duo got up and grabbing a notebook went into the apartment’s small living room. Coming to his favorite chair he flopped down into it, flicked on the small lamp near him and began to write.
Well shit! I can’t sleep. So I decided to write, hopefully that will make me sleepy. Doubtful .oh well, I wonder what Heero was typing. It couldn’t be a mission report, maybe he keeps a diary. Hah!!! That’s a good one Maxwell! Why would the perfect soldier do something so weak and girly (IT DOSENT APPLY TO ME THIS IS A JOURNAL THERE’S A DIFFERENCE) So lets say that he did what would that apathetic man write about ? His non existent social life?!?! Maybe he writes about me.
*babump*
Oh calm down Duo he wouldn’t write anything like that its probably more like- It is now 0900 hours and today that imbecile Duo…… or maybe that’s where he writes down all of his plans for getting rid of Relena . Stupid bitch! You know she had the nerve to ask me to “fetch” her a glass of water while she “spoke” to Herro. I got the damn water but I spit in it first. When I came back with the stupid water she was leaning into Heero with this stupid look on her face while he explained something about the air speed velocity of an unladen African swallow or something along those lines. Next time I’ll do more than just spit in the water *evil smirk*
Well see if she can smile sweetly and be such a snob when she swallowes peroxide. No I’m not jealous of her being near Heero…Seriously I just don’t like her. That’s it.
I don’t sound very convincing do I? Ok so maybe I do like Heero. But who wouldn’t he is perfect. He has the most beautiful blue eyes. I could stare into them forever and be happy. I need to stop fawning over him my love would never be returned. Hell, he doesn’t even believe in love! He asked us what love was. Like we could explain something like that!! In all honesty I wanted to tell him that it was how I felt about him but then I might lose my best friend. I couldn’t bare that. I could always just say Heero I care about you and want to be with you always. I have a feeling that he might shoot me on the spot. I vaguely remember him telling me that any form of emotion was a waste of time and energy but maybe he’s changed. I don’t want to chance it. Everyone I have ever had has been taken away form me and I don’t think that I could stand loosing him.
*yawn*
Hey it worked and I have two hours until I have to get up for work. At least I have all weekend to deal with this problem. Later
Duo
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Well my very first chapter of my very first fic I started writing this about three years ago and recently decided to start typing it. Well what do you think of it?
DISCLAMER: I O-W-N N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!! So if you try to sue me you won’t get anything (I’m poor) Oh and if anything in this fic is like someone else’s I’m really sorry, I was trying to be original. I will admit that I got the idea for Heero and his sweet tooth from a fic I read years ago….unfortunately I don’t remember that wonderful author’s name .
Chapter1
Setting: Herro in room at night typing on computer. Duo is lying on his bed reading a magazine. (Heero POV)
I never saw any real need for friendship or love during the war. I always felt that something such as feeling would compromise the mission. But now there is no mission to compromise and no war to fight. So now what do I do? I never thought much about love, but recently I've had a great deal of time to contemplate this phenomenon.
So what is love? I've asked many people (Quatra, Trowa, Wufei, and Duo) none have satisfactorily answered my question. So I did some research; Love is a construct. It is a strong feeling towards another person. However, the word love is greatly over used in this society. I feel that I should study and observe more of this phenomenon in order to truly understand. If my assumptions are correct than it is possible that I may be in love. But with this statement another question surfaces, what is the difference between a best friend and a person you love? This is all very confusing.
>A page turns in the background and Heero looks around at Duo in his bed<
Most people would have troble sharing a room with a person that snores and drools as well as being a general pain in my ass, but that braided baka actually is a great comfort to me. I haven't the slightest idea as to why though. He is the only person I have ever considered a friend and trusted. Sometimes when I can't sleep I lie in bed and stare at him I take in every line, crease, and hair like a cartographer* Every time I look at him I feel weird, it makes no sense at all.
-Hey, Perfect solider! Would you stop that pecking at that damn key board and turn off the light, I'm trying to sleep.
“Hn” replied Heero as he turned off the light
“Thanks man”, yawned Duo as he rolled over.
Kuso! That baka is always interrupting my thoughts. I guess I will comply.
Xx save document xxx
*Cartographer- a mapmaker
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~Later that night~
The apartment was quiet…more or less. The distinct noise of a creaking bed could be heard. In the bedroom Duo was tossing and turning in his twin-sized bed. He finally stopped and lay on his side. Sighing he glanced at the glowing red numbers of the alarm that he knew would be blaring in four hours. Heero hated being late…To anything. Deciding it was useless to stay in bed Duo got up and grabbing a notebook went into the apartment’s small living room. Coming to his favorite chair he flopped down into it, flicked on the small lamp near him and began to write.
Well shit! I can’t sleep. So I decided to write, hopefully that will make me sleepy. Doubtful .oh well, I wonder what Heero was typing. It couldn’t be a mission report, maybe he keeps a diary. Hah!!! That’s a good one Maxwell! Why would the perfect soldier do something so weak and girly (IT DOSENT APPLY TO ME THIS IS A JOURNAL THERE’S A DIFFERENCE) So lets say that he did what would that apathetic man write about ? His non existent social life?!?! Maybe he writes about me.
*babump*
Oh calm down Duo he wouldn’t write anything like that its probably more like- It is now 0900 hours and today that imbecile Duo…… or maybe that’s where he writes down all of his plans for getting rid of Relena . Stupid bitch! You know she had the nerve to ask me to “fetch” her a glass of water while she “spoke” to Herro. I got the damn water but I spit in it first. When I came back with the stupid water she was leaning into Heero with this stupid look on her face while he explained something about the air speed velocity of an unladen African swallow or something along those lines. Next time I’ll do more than just spit in the water *evil smirk*
Well see if she can smile sweetly and be such a snob when she swallowes peroxide. No I’m not jealous of her being near Heero…Seriously I just don’t like her. That’s it.
I don’t sound very convincing do I? Ok so maybe I do like Heero. But who wouldn’t he is perfect. He has the most beautiful blue eyes. I could stare into them forever and be happy. I need to stop fawning over him my love would never be returned. Hell, he doesn’t even believe in love! He asked us what love was. Like we could explain something like that!! In all honesty I wanted to tell him that it was how I felt about him but then I might lose my best friend. I couldn’t bare that. I could always just say Heero I care about you and want to be with you always. I have a feeling that he might shoot me on the spot. I vaguely remember him telling me that any form of emotion was a waste of time and energy but maybe he’s changed. I don’t want to chance it. Everyone I have ever had has been taken away form me and I don’t think that I could stand loosing him.
*yawn*
Hey it worked and I have two hours until I have to get up for work. At least I have all weekend to deal with this problem. Later
Duo
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Well my very first chapter of my very first fic I started writing this about three years ago and recently decided to start typing it. Well what do you think of it?