Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Captured in Charcoal ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Koko Kitty 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.31.2002 | Updated On: 06.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.31.2002 | Updated On: 06.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I really really wish that Gundam Wing was mine, but I don't think that wish
is gonna come true (unfortunately). I claim no ownership to GW and am not making any
profit from this fictional piece. Please dun sue!
Title: Captured in Charcoal (Part 3)
Author: Koko Kitty (kokokitty@btopenworld.com)
Archive: http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=307487
Category: AU
Pairings: 1+2+1
Rating: Hmm… prolly not much of a rating yet, but eventual lemon planned.
Warnings: Shonen-ai, PWP? OOC, AU, eventual lemon, the 'F' word.
Feedback: Makes the author's world go round. ^___^
Captured in Charcoal (Part 3)
A GW fanfic by Koko Kitty
"Hi! I'm Duo!"
Heero whipped round, having not even known that anyone had come into the room.
/Fuck! That voice…/ He unconsciously held his breath as he turned. It was him…
________________________________________
He blinked stupidly at the gorgeous boy in front of him, not knowing what the hell to say.
He thanked whichever God it was that temporarily gave him his voice back.
"I… I'm Heero."
A warm, dazzling smile was given in return. "Nice to meet you!"
Heero smiled nervously, "Likewise."
His eyes flickered away from Duo briefly. He felt as though looking at Duo too much
would make his insides churn harder than they already were. He felt uncomfortable. He
caught the glance that Duo threw to his space in the drawing studio.
"Your work's amazing y'know."
Heero bowed his head slightly, looking down at the floor and smiling awkwardly. "Thank
you…"
Duo smiled at brilliantly at him again. /God…that smile…/ Heero swore his heart
missed a beat as Duo moved to lean against the wall beside him. He was SO close…
The Japanese boy slyly chanced a look at him. Duo seemed to be wistfully looking at
the room, a slight smile playing on his soft looking lips. Since he didn't seem to notice,
Heero took the chance to look.
The lights above him lit up his hair, teasing Heero by looking incredibly soft and silky.
His charcoal-dirtied fingers itched to reach out and secretly touch it to confirm its
appearance. Soft tendrils of hair framed the handsome face in which was a set of
twinkling violet blue eyes. His eyes were large and clear, glittering with friendship and
playfulness, bringing out the smile that often graced Duo's face.
Heero's devouring gaze trailed away reluctantly to take in Duo's body. Clothed
handsomely in comfy blue jeans and a soft, warm and dark jumper, he looked …
gorgeous. Cosy and relaxed. He glanced down at himself, feeling a hint of self-
consciousness twinge inside him. He wondered how nice it would feel to be held against
the soft fabric covering Duo's lithe, firm torso. He tore his eyes away sadly.
/I wish…/
Heero sighed silently. He and Duo were both leaning against the wall in more
comfortable silence. Catching movement in the corner of his eye, he glanced down and
saw Duo playing with a lock of hair, swirling it round and round. His blue eyes watched
as the soft section of hair looped over the long fingers, over and over in rhythmic motion.
A gentle <click> and the spell was broken. They both turned to look at the door where
one of the tutors had entered. The teacher smiled encouragingly at them both before
tipping his head up to Duo.
"Hey, break's nearly over. You better get ready."
"'K."
And with that, Duo pushed himself from the wall, casually strolling over to get changed.
Heero instantly felt bereft. He watched until Duo disappeared into the other room before
he moved to sit where he was seated this week. He picked up a piece of willow
charcoal, pushing and driving it into the wooden seat he was straddled on [1]. The stick
broke under the pressure of his fingers, crumbling and breaking into tiny fragments that
darkened his fingers further. He looked at his piece of paper; a mostly completed
drawing of Duo. It didn't seem satisfactory any more. It didn't do justice to the real thing.
He had the urge to streak it with his dark and dusty fingers, repressing the urge when
the rest of the class slouched and marched back into the class.
"OK! Now that everyone's back, we'll crack on! When you're ready!"
____________________________________________________
< br> He mooched to the bus stop, the cold biting wind playing havoc with his jacket and his
hair. He gritted his teeth as the wind threw his portfolio all over the place, bearing it till
he reached his destination. Huddling against a wall he placed his portfolio down,
sullenly waiting for the bus.
Heero thought back to the class today. Although being so close to Duo had made him
feel on the spot and awkward, he couldn't deny how wonderful it had been to be near
him. But he felt inadequate. Why hadn't he struck up conversation or something? Do
something to show he wasn't a boring, dull person? He sulked. /I totally screwed up. /
Why was this so hard? Heero stopped himself. He was speaking as though he actually
had a chance with Duo! As though the happy, cheerful and friendly beauty would
actually be interested in a sulky, quiet person like him.
He looked down at himself. The pads of his fingers were slightly roughened. The hair
that blew in his eyes was messy and untamed. He didn't possess the same light that
Duo did. He spoke to few people, not knowing what to say. The melancholy wouldn't
leave him, and he felt completative until the bus came. He climbed on, slouching down
in a seat and staring out at the pitch-dark night until he got home. When he got there, he
wearily opened the door, dropping his portfolio and rucksack before stumbling into his
room and falling onto his bed.
__________________________________________________________
TBC
~KK
30/04/2002
[1] I think our teacher said they were called donkeys…. 0_o. They're wooden benches
that you straddle, and they have a section at the front that lifts up and that you rest a
board against. The tilt of the board can be altered, and the section of the bench thing
that is lifted up reveals a compartment where you can plonk all your art stuffage. Sheet
of paper gets plonked on said board and away you go! ^____^
is gonna come true (unfortunately). I claim no ownership to GW and am not making any
profit from this fictional piece. Please dun sue!
Title: Captured in Charcoal (Part 3)
Author: Koko Kitty (kokokitty@btopenworld.com)
Archive: http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=307487
Category: AU
Pairings: 1+2+1
Rating: Hmm… prolly not much of a rating yet, but eventual lemon planned.
Warnings: Shonen-ai, PWP? OOC, AU, eventual lemon, the 'F' word.
Feedback: Makes the author's world go round. ^___^
Captured in Charcoal (Part 3)
A GW fanfic by Koko Kitty
"Hi! I'm Duo!"
Heero whipped round, having not even known that anyone had come into the room.
/Fuck! That voice…/ He unconsciously held his breath as he turned. It was him…
________________________________________
He blinked stupidly at the gorgeous boy in front of him, not knowing what the hell to say.
He thanked whichever God it was that temporarily gave him his voice back.
"I… I'm Heero."
A warm, dazzling smile was given in return. "Nice to meet you!"
Heero smiled nervously, "Likewise."
His eyes flickered away from Duo briefly. He felt as though looking at Duo too much
would make his insides churn harder than they already were. He felt uncomfortable. He
caught the glance that Duo threw to his space in the drawing studio.
"Your work's amazing y'know."
Heero bowed his head slightly, looking down at the floor and smiling awkwardly. "Thank
you…"
Duo smiled at brilliantly at him again. /God…that smile…/ Heero swore his heart
missed a beat as Duo moved to lean against the wall beside him. He was SO close…
The Japanese boy slyly chanced a look at him. Duo seemed to be wistfully looking at
the room, a slight smile playing on his soft looking lips. Since he didn't seem to notice,
Heero took the chance to look.
The lights above him lit up his hair, teasing Heero by looking incredibly soft and silky.
His charcoal-dirtied fingers itched to reach out and secretly touch it to confirm its
appearance. Soft tendrils of hair framed the handsome face in which was a set of
twinkling violet blue eyes. His eyes were large and clear, glittering with friendship and
playfulness, bringing out the smile that often graced Duo's face.
Heero's devouring gaze trailed away reluctantly to take in Duo's body. Clothed
handsomely in comfy blue jeans and a soft, warm and dark jumper, he looked …
gorgeous. Cosy and relaxed. He glanced down at himself, feeling a hint of self-
consciousness twinge inside him. He wondered how nice it would feel to be held against
the soft fabric covering Duo's lithe, firm torso. He tore his eyes away sadly.
/I wish…/
Heero sighed silently. He and Duo were both leaning against the wall in more
comfortable silence. Catching movement in the corner of his eye, he glanced down and
saw Duo playing with a lock of hair, swirling it round and round. His blue eyes watched
as the soft section of hair looped over the long fingers, over and over in rhythmic motion.
A gentle <click> and the spell was broken. They both turned to look at the door where
one of the tutors had entered. The teacher smiled encouragingly at them both before
tipping his head up to Duo.
"Hey, break's nearly over. You better get ready."
"'K."
And with that, Duo pushed himself from the wall, casually strolling over to get changed.
Heero instantly felt bereft. He watched until Duo disappeared into the other room before
he moved to sit where he was seated this week. He picked up a piece of willow
charcoal, pushing and driving it into the wooden seat he was straddled on [1]. The stick
broke under the pressure of his fingers, crumbling and breaking into tiny fragments that
darkened his fingers further. He looked at his piece of paper; a mostly completed
drawing of Duo. It didn't seem satisfactory any more. It didn't do justice to the real thing.
He had the urge to streak it with his dark and dusty fingers, repressing the urge when
the rest of the class slouched and marched back into the class.
"OK! Now that everyone's back, we'll crack on! When you're ready!"
____________________________________________________
< br> He mooched to the bus stop, the cold biting wind playing havoc with his jacket and his
hair. He gritted his teeth as the wind threw his portfolio all over the place, bearing it till
he reached his destination. Huddling against a wall he placed his portfolio down,
sullenly waiting for the bus.
Heero thought back to the class today. Although being so close to Duo had made him
feel on the spot and awkward, he couldn't deny how wonderful it had been to be near
him. But he felt inadequate. Why hadn't he struck up conversation or something? Do
something to show he wasn't a boring, dull person? He sulked. /I totally screwed up. /
Why was this so hard? Heero stopped himself. He was speaking as though he actually
had a chance with Duo! As though the happy, cheerful and friendly beauty would
actually be interested in a sulky, quiet person like him.
He looked down at himself. The pads of his fingers were slightly roughened. The hair
that blew in his eyes was messy and untamed. He didn't possess the same light that
Duo did. He spoke to few people, not knowing what to say. The melancholy wouldn't
leave him, and he felt completative until the bus came. He climbed on, slouching down
in a seat and staring out at the pitch-dark night until he got home. When he got there, he
wearily opened the door, dropping his portfolio and rucksack before stumbling into his
room and falling onto his bed.
__________________________________________________________
TBC
~KK
30/04/2002
[1] I think our teacher said they were called donkeys…. 0_o. They're wooden benches
that you straddle, and they have a section at the front that lifts up and that you rest a
board against. The tilt of the board can be altered, and the section of the bench thing
that is lifted up reveals a compartment where you can plonk all your art stuffage. Sheet
of paper gets plonked on said board and away you go! ^____^