Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Anything for the One You Love ❯ Chapter 1: Three Years Later: Arrival ( Chapter 1 )

Weee! Three Reviews… okay..so 6 less than the LAST time I posted this…but..hopefully that number will begin to increase again, ne?

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Joy2::: YES!! You ARE the first to review!!! ^________^ well, for THIS story anyway!! Ya know… I think that big, neon "LOSER" sign is kinda really cute!!! -glomps you- my wonderful beta gets to be my first reviewer!! How awesome is that?? -feels all…loved n' stuff- (the stupid starts…won't work when I upload for some reason.. GRRRR) yeah..i have a uhmm.. "few" more chapters before anything new comes around…eheh… but I'm hoping that between now and then my review count will go up and then life will be good! I kind of have writer's block… so writing stuff is a bit of a challenge.. I made a huge cliffhanger… one so big that it threw -me- the -author- through a loop… that's not good, right?

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Black beauty::: i'm glad you like it; however, there will be a lot of angst.... uhm..yeah..

Soo, here's another chappie… I also have promised to eventually finish this story… of course, I have writer's block…(but writer's block is occurring in the far and distant future!) yeah…it IS true…the more reviews, the sooner I feel like putting up new chappies… I admit it, I have the author's review syndrome… *sigh*

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Chapter 1: Three Years Later: Arrival

(journal entry) ~:Entry #784:~ Quatre gave me this thing a couple years ago, I figured I might as well start writing in it then. I still wonder if I should be talking to this journal instead of at you, whoever you are. Nah, I'll go with you, because you're not really inanimate like this journal, you're an amazingly good listener, AND I already am, so why not? Heh, you already remind me of him… I would always think he wasn't listening, but then he'd do something during dinner or whenever. Like the time I mentioned I didn't really like the coffee blend he kept buying, and a few days later, a bag of chocolate hazelnut was sitting by the coffeepot and a cup of the stuff was sitting by my seat. …I still miss him… (end journal entry)

Heero came to the reunion with Relena draped on his arm. His fiancée. It would be the first time he saw Duo since he left that night. Heero could still see the violet-eyed boy's chestnut braid whipping around furiously as he stalked out of the room after Heero had refused to let the boy make coffee. I should've let him make it. I don't know why I never let him even try cooking. He always looked so sad when I told him no, but it was always only for half a second. Then it would be back to his cheerful grin… Heero thought as Relena energetically rung Quatre's doorbell.

For the past three years, Heero had always intercepted the invitation before Relena's nosy gaze found it. Heero would always promptly burn the invitation before sending it down the toilet. Relena had since become used to the smell of a lit match, so Heero had no worries she would ask why the room smelled funny.

However, Relena had chosen the day the invitation had arrived to check the mail and so she found the invitation and immediately replied to Quatre saying she and Heero would be delighted to come, though the invitation had only invited Heero.

This was because Heero had started smoking and drinking soon after he had moved in with Relena. During the war, he had also smoked; however, he had quit once he moved in with Duo. He still wasn't sure why he did as soon as Duo expressed his dislike of Heero's smelly habit. As Heero reflected on his smoking habit, a thought floated to his mind. I always went to the reunions when I lived with Duo… Why did I always agree? I hate these things…

Quatre answered the door promptly and smiled at the two warmly. "I'm so glad you finally decided to come Heero! And it's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Relena."

"It won't be miss for long!" Relena exclaimed happily, showing Quatre the perfect three-karat pink diamond set between two single karat white diamonds on a gold band settled on her left ring finger.

"Oh! Congratulations! I had no idea." Quatre gave a quick, surprised look at Heero. "Come in, everyone else has already arrived."

She asked me, what was I supposed to say? Heero thought to himself.

Heero examined Quatre as he walked inside the capacious mansion. This particular mansion was located in Europe. Quatre had barely changed from the 5'2 figure he had been just after the Eve Wars. He was just barely shorter than Relena in her expensive flats. His large blue eyes did not hold quite the same innocence they had once held, but Heero knew that was because of his brief, but steamy relationship with Trowa. His style had, however, changed. In place of the light pink collared shirt he had once preferred, he now wore a comfortable, yet vaguely business-like sweater and a pair of brown slacks. He matched Relena far better than Heero; her shoulder length dirty blond hair styled in the latest trend while her pristine white dress edged in pink complimented the other blond surprisingly well.

Heero's jean-clad figure looked oddly underdressed next to the other two. He suddenly felt he was once again the stranger, wearing a green tank top and the jacket Duo gave him. Heero had grabbed his jacket at the last second, running late for the first time he could ever remember, and he had grabbed the wrong jacket. On the way to the airport, he realized this and cursed at himself.

Heero surveyed the room Quatre led him to; Trowa was poised on a couch, his long legs sprawled neatly under a table. He was easily the tallest of the group at 6'5. He had also put on some much-needed weight. His short sleeved shirt and jeans easily showed off the powerful muscles gymnastics and lion taming had given him at the circus. Wufei was sitting on the window seat staring off into Quatre's rich estate. He had rid himself of the tight ponytail he had worn for so long, but otherwise remained the same as the last time Heero had seen him.

Heero did not see Duo as he scanned the room and frowned slightly, but allowed Relena to pull him onto a couch where she promptly sat on his lap and began talking politics with Quatre, lavishly waving her left hand around so everyone would notice her glittering ring.

Heero decided then that he needed a smoke, badly. "Quatre, do you mind if I smoke in here?"

Quatre blinked at Heero a few times before answering uneasily. "Um, I'd prefer you didn't, but you can do that outside I suppose. If you go through the far door, it will take you to the kitchen, which has a door to the back."

Heero nodded and set Relena next to him and started towards the opposite side of the room. As he entered the kitchen, Duo slammed into him, knocking them both down. Duo landed on top of Heero with a thud that knocked the breath out of Heero. For a few moments, Heero felt like he was drowning in Duo's violet eyes, but those eyes were wrenched away and Duo pushed himself up quickly with wide eyes, only to gasp in pain and fall back on Heero. Heero quickly discovered why Duo had gasped; Duo's braid had wrapped itself behind Heero and was currently caught in Heero's belt.

"I'm so sorry." Duo muttered quickly and softly, his eyes darting for a moment before a wary, but cheerful look covered his face and he asked Heero brightly. "Don't kill me?"

"I'll try not to." Heero answered wryly. "If you hold yourself up a bit, I'll undo your braid. It's caught on my belt."

Duo barely nodded and did as Heero asked. Heero cautiously disentangled Duo's braid, his hand brushing against Duo's chest, causing the other boy to tense. "Sorry… Okay, I'm gonna lift myself up so you can pull your braid up."

Duo immediately pulled his braid out from under Heero as the Japanese boy lifted himself off the braid. The American then flung himself off of Heero and backed away several feet before Heero had even sat up.

"S…sorry. I'm such a klutz…" Duo added, more to himself than to Heero. Duo gestured towards a counter with several packs of soda on it. "Um, wanna drink?"

"No." Heero got up, causing his pack of Camel cigarettes to fall out of his pocket.

Duo hesitated a moment, gazing at the pack. "Mind if I join you?"

Heero stared at Duo for a long moment, remembering the other man's hate of smokers. "You… smoke?"

Duo hesitated and pulled out his own pack of Camel cigarettes, and answering cheerfully. "Looks like it!"

Heero shrugged and headed outside. He couldn't stand the smell before, so why now? Heero glanced at the braided boy he had so often called a braided baka. Something is different about him… He's taller, his braid is longer, sure. But what is it? Lord, he's shorter than me!

Duo followed and pulled out his lighter; however, when he tried to light up, his lighter turned up empty. "Hey, can I have a light?"

Heero quickly lit both cigarettes and then pulled in a long stream of deadly smoke. Something Heero couldn't quite catch passed Duo's face as Heero blew the foul-smelling smoke into the crisp air. Duo followed suite. Heero closed his eyes as the familiar warmth relaxed him slightly; all he needed was a drink: beer, vodka; it didn't make much difference to him as long as he had a lot of it. But that could wait until later.

Heero finished his cigarette and walked inside; Duo didn't follow.