Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ automatic flowers ❯ One-Shot
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Shi-chan 
Weird fic. The little girl with the flower haunts Heero in his memories and his lover offers him a good piece of advice...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.09.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 771 | Visits: 498 | Status: Completed
Weird fic. The little girl with the flower haunts Heero in his memories and his lover offers him a good piece of advice...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.09.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 771 | Visits: 498 | Status: Completed
Thank you Skye, Sana and Alexia for your initial comments to this fic ^^
Skye told me it was a bit angsty, Alexia it was slightly confusing at first, and Sana told me it was good ::blush:: so... I suppose you all can read it. For Skye's little deal... my part of the bargain.
Author's notes: Song belongs to OLP, off clumsy ©1997. Strange fic, only using lyrics as a background. Suggest listening to the song while reading, it's better than the lyrics for the mood of the fic. Lyrics are formatted like in the cover-book in the CD case. Strange format, but I like it and am not going to change it. Deal.
Warnings: very mild angst
Categories: musicfic, heero-centric
Pairings: vague 1+2+1
Author: Shi-chan/Willow
Disclaimer: not mine, never will be, i'm all about that
Automatic Flowers by Willow
and sara thinks she's died here once before /
she's crazy / a pop-up book of flowers / from grade 4/
are driving her insane/ and no-one knows why / she's
sad tonight / no-one can help her find/
Heero sat in the cushioned window seat frowning at the thin, blue covered children's book he held in his calloused hands. Only his deep prussian eyes told of his state of travail, his face expressionless as usual.
Idly, and with slightly shaking hands, the former WingZero pilot paged through the book. Like magic, flowers rose from the flat surface of the pages, springing to life before his aching eyes.
crying, crying, she couldn't afford / the view /
crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't / do/
A single tear made its way down Heero's hard cheek, landing on one bright golden petaled flower, dampening the cardboard flora.
another brick / another window frames confusion / her
garden blooms but sara can't see straight /
she's drinking herself
blind
Still sitting in the widowseat, Heero reached down and grasped the neck of the bottle below him, bringing the mouth to his. The burning liquid flowed forth, heating his throat as it made its way to burble in his belly.
His vision swam slightly as he looked down at the other 4 bottles littering the floor surrounding the small bay-window. At this rate, he would be dead drunk before another hour passed, Perfect Soldier or not.
and no-one knows why / she stares outside / no-one can
help her find/
crying, crying, she couldn't afford / the view /
crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't / do/
these automatic flowers won't / do/
The half-Japanese man set the three-quaters empty bottle between his legs on the cushion and turned to watch the shower of stars streak across the 4am sky. [1]
More tears trickled down the chiseled cheeks to join their mate in sopping the cardboard pop-ups.
she never admitted / she never considered that she
always needs better /
she's wasting all her time
"Heero..."
Said boy turned from gazing at the night sky to look at the slender youth leaning against the doorframe. Shadowed by the night, violet eyes were the only sure feature of the one who called himself Death, as they gleamed with light from the spectical of the blue-black night.
"Stop beating yourself over the head for something you couldn't help and come to bed," Duo asked softly, his voice gentle, almost pleading. When Heero did not rise and walk to him, the braided boy abandoned the darkness and padded over to stand next to his lover.
To the young man's surprise, Heero reached out and grabbed Duo's wrist, pulling the smaller boy to him and wrapping his arms around the willowy frame.
Sighing, Duo dug his long, slender fingers into Heero's ever-mused mop of hair, holding his love's head against his chest.
For a long moment they stood there as silent tears soaked Duo's night shirt. Finally, the tears seemed to dry up and Heero pulled back to lean against the wall.
"Come to bed," Duo urged quietly.
The sullen pilot nodded, setting the bottle and book aside, and stood, allowing Duo to lead him back to their room. He knew Duo was right, there was nothing he could have done about the little girl, or her dog... And the book was a poor substitute of rememberance. The automatic flowers wouldn't do.
crying, crying, she couldn't afford / the view /
crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't / do/
these automatic flowers won't / do/
these automatic flowers flowers won't / do/
won't / do/ [x9]
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Owari
Footnotes:
[ 1] Two notes for this one: 1) 4am is the name of a song on clumsy, written like I wrote it. 2) 4am happens to be the time the Lienead (sp) Meteor Shower happens/ed in my time zone on Sunday 11/18/01... Happy 14th Birthday, Daniel-chan, my little bother-- I mean, brother. ^.~V
Skye told me it was a bit angsty, Alexia it was slightly confusing at first, and Sana told me it was good ::blush:: so... I suppose you all can read it. For Skye's little deal... my part of the bargain.
Author's notes: Song belongs to OLP, off clumsy ©1997. Strange fic, only using lyrics as a background. Suggest listening to the song while reading, it's better than the lyrics for the mood of the fic. Lyrics are formatted like in the cover-book in the CD case. Strange format, but I like it and am not going to change it. Deal.
Warnings: very mild angst
Categories: musicfic, heero-centric
Pairings: vague 1+2+1
Author: Shi-chan/Willow
Disclaimer: not mine, never will be, i'm all about that
Automatic Flowers by Willow
and sara thinks she's died here once before /
she's crazy / a pop-up book of flowers / from grade 4/
are driving her insane/ and no-one knows why / she's
sad tonight / no-one can help her find/
Heero sat in the cushioned window seat frowning at the thin, blue covered children's book he held in his calloused hands. Only his deep prussian eyes told of his state of travail, his face expressionless as usual.
Idly, and with slightly shaking hands, the former WingZero pilot paged through the book. Like magic, flowers rose from the flat surface of the pages, springing to life before his aching eyes.
crying, crying, she couldn't afford / the view /
crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't / do/
A single tear made its way down Heero's hard cheek, landing on one bright golden petaled flower, dampening the cardboard flora.
another brick / another window frames confusion / her
garden blooms but sara can't see straight /
she's drinking herself
blind
Still sitting in the widowseat, Heero reached down and grasped the neck of the bottle below him, bringing the mouth to his. The burning liquid flowed forth, heating his throat as it made its way to burble in his belly.
His vision swam slightly as he looked down at the other 4 bottles littering the floor surrounding the small bay-window. At this rate, he would be dead drunk before another hour passed, Perfect Soldier or not.
and no-one knows why / she stares outside / no-one can
help her find/
crying, crying, she couldn't afford / the view /
crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't / do/
these automatic flowers won't / do/
The half-Japanese man set the three-quaters empty bottle between his legs on the cushion and turned to watch the shower of stars streak across the 4am sky. [1]
More tears trickled down the chiseled cheeks to join their mate in sopping the cardboard pop-ups.
she never admitted / she never considered that she
always needs better /
she's wasting all her time
"Heero..."
Said boy turned from gazing at the night sky to look at the slender youth leaning against the doorframe. Shadowed by the night, violet eyes were the only sure feature of the one who called himself Death, as they gleamed with light from the spectical of the blue-black night.
"Stop beating yourself over the head for something you couldn't help and come to bed," Duo asked softly, his voice gentle, almost pleading. When Heero did not rise and walk to him, the braided boy abandoned the darkness and padded over to stand next to his lover.
To the young man's surprise, Heero reached out and grabbed Duo's wrist, pulling the smaller boy to him and wrapping his arms around the willowy frame.
Sighing, Duo dug his long, slender fingers into Heero's ever-mused mop of hair, holding his love's head against his chest.
For a long moment they stood there as silent tears soaked Duo's night shirt. Finally, the tears seemed to dry up and Heero pulled back to lean against the wall.
"Come to bed," Duo urged quietly.
The sullen pilot nodded, setting the bottle and book aside, and stood, allowing Duo to lead him back to their room. He knew Duo was right, there was nothing he could have done about the little girl, or her dog... And the book was a poor substitute of rememberance. The automatic flowers wouldn't do.
crying, crying, she couldn't afford / the view /
crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't / do/
these automatic flowers won't / do/
these automatic flowers flowers won't / do/
won't / do/ [x9]
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Owari
Footnotes:
[ 1] Two notes for this one: 1) 4am is the name of a song on clumsy, written like I wrote it. 2) 4am happens to be the time the Lienead (sp) Meteor Shower happens/ed in my time zone on Sunday 11/18/01... Happy 14th Birthday, Daniel-chan, my little bother-- I mean, brother. ^.~V