Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Anything for the One You Love ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Okay, I didn't steal this from "Dragen Eyes". Why is her story here, you ask? Simple. I am Dragen Eyes. However, I had to get a new account… so, I'm back! And yes, eventually I will begin posting new chapters instead of old ones…. But for now, every few days this one will be updated.. depending on various things… anyway.. on with the show.

DISCLAIMER::: I do NOT own Gundam Wing, it's characters, anything associated with it…except this plot idea… I sweat I'm making no profit on this… and if you sue me…I shall cry because I am just about to use all of my hard earned money to buy a camera. Oh yeah, I also don't own anything else that really belongs to someone else… (the plot is still mine after this statement!)

Anything for the One You Love

::Prologue::

"Anything for the one you love." Duo whispered as Heero walked out of the room; Relena had been kidnapped.

Duo leaned back in his chair, thinking about Heero, dubbed Hee-chan in Duo's mind. Duo had finally convinced Heero that his spandex and yellow sneakers were inconspicuous, more like hideous. He looks good… dressing normally made him look a lot older, and taller. Though he's still shorter than I am. Duo blinked as he realized Heero had taken the jacket Duo had given him for his 'birthday' instead of his prized leather jacket. He always takes the leather, no matter what… Hee-chan has gone through at least twenty of them by now. But, damn, those jeans look good with that shirt! Duo mentally slapped himself. Hee-chan is my partner, not a potential boyfriend. Hell, he's straight and loves Relena!

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"Heero, just get with her!" Duo yelled angrily. "Stop asking me about her, and staring at her, and doing nothing!"

Heero only gave Duo his trademark glare.

"Damnit, Heero, stop pretending you can't feel anything!" Duo hissed. "Just… leave! Don't come back until you've at least talked to her-stop stalking her in the shadows! We all know she wants you, and just admit it, you want her!"

Heero stared at Duo before he picked up the bag Duo had packed and thrown at him. Without a word, Heero walked out of the small apartment Duo and he shared.

A month later, Heero returned; Duo was asleep. Heero woke him up with a grunt after he entered the bedroom they shared; the two twin beds and bureau took up most of the space.

"Hee…Hee-chan… err… Heero?" Duo asked sleepily.

"I'm getting my things. Moving in with Relena."

Duo sat up fast at that. "But… it's only been a month…" Anything for the one you love, Duo's mind whispered to him. He forced a grin and said cheerfully, "Well, about time! I'll help you pack!"

Duo grabbed a box and haphazardly began throwing Heero's clothes into it until Heero grabbed his wrists and glared at him before dumping the clothing out of the box. Meticulously, Heero folded and sorted the clothes into two boxes, interspersed with other items he owned, namely guns and bomb parts. Duo shrugged and began tossed things into a pule for Heero to sort through; however, Duo soon grew bored of this and bounced into the kitchen with far more enthusiasm than he felt. The braided boy quickly began to make coffee; however, as soon as Heero heard the coffee bag being opened, he appeared behind Duo to take the coffee away.

"Hey! I was just gonna make coffee!" Duo whined.

"Like a baka like you could do that and not kill us both." Heero muttered darkly.

"I would not!" Duo made his voice light, but Heero's words stung him. Never once had he made any sort of food for Heero.

Heero finished making the coffee and poured his into a deep blue mug with a simple "zero" scrawled in elegant black writing across the side, surrounded by a few falling white feathers. Duo had given him that mug for Christmas; he had it handmade for him. Heero had given him and the other pilots generic Christmas cards signed H. Y. Duo sighed; the others had put at least a little thought into their gifts-even Wufei and Trowa.

"Why the sigh?" Heero asked bluntly.

"Because I can, Hee-chan!" Duo ran out of the room with his black "Shinigami" mug of coffee only to trip into his bedroom moments later. "Shit!" Was all Duo could mutter before Heero ran into the room to see his clothing now a dark, wet mess.

"Maxwell… clean this the fuck up now." Heero's black glare sent Duo scurrying.

Five hours later found Duo and Heero eating ham sandwiches expertly thrown together by Heero. Duo had been surprised when Heero had proved to be a formidable cook, albeit he cooked a few too many Japanese dishes for the American's taste. After their sandwiches, Heero cleaned his dishes and carefully dried his coffee mug before adding it to his bags.

"I'm going now." Heero informed Duo as he picked up his bags.

Duo felt his breath catch a little and he pulled Heero into a tight, one-sided hug-Heero couldn't even push him away thanks to the bags in his hands. Duo helped carry a few boxes down to Heero's car until only one bag was left in the apartment the two men had once shared.

"Bye Heero, I'll miss you!" Duo chirped as he opened the door for the smaller boy as Heero carried out his last bag. I'll miss you more than you know, but anything for the one you love, right? He's happier this way, at least.

Duo watched Heero's car disappear from his window before he slid back against the wall and let the tears he'd held in for so long. Heero was gone.