Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Duo's Christmas Wish ❯ Chapter one ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Duo's Christmas Wish

 

Author: Gundam06serenity

 

Rating: Pg13 (rating may go up in later chapters.) *

 

Genre: Romance, Angst

 

Warnings: Yaoi, set after Endless Waltz, Work In Progress

 

Beta: None (unless the handy-dandy `spellchecker' counts? ^^)

 

Disclaimer: o-0 you really think that if the bishi-bois were mine I'd let the other fangirls play with them? I do not own the bois nor do I make any profit from this. This is just a sick, sick hobby of mine, but my therapist and parole officer said that Johnny and Seth were starting to loose their patience with me ^o^ so I had to switch from stalking full-time*le sigh*

 

Summary: Three years after the war, the boys have all moved on with their lives. With the holiday season approaching, and realising that they haven't seen their friend in months, four pilots take an early vacation to spend time with their friend who, they assume, celebrates the holiday. After a few surprises, determination to renew their friends Christmas spirit arises, along with a new goal; to win a certain someone's heart. But how can you get back something, or someone, that you've never truly known or had?

 

Authors Notes: To ff.net readers - o-o I apologise for not updating in almost, ah, two years. I moved to aff for a while, before they decided to delete all of my work-much of which I stupidly forgot to save onto my new (actually working) computer, which resulted in much arguing with various people followed by a loooong sulk on my part where I decided to stop writing for a while ^^ I've moved on now though, and hopefully so has my work too. Please review ^^

Other site readers - Thank-you for taking the time to read my fic ^^ Please leave a review! Constructive criticism is very much welcomed and appreciated. I assume I need not shout at flamers ^^

 

General Author's notes: I've attempted to improve my style. I remember many people saying that I wrote in too much detail at points (Which unfortunately you're still going to get ^^) But recently read back over my own work and realised how terrible I was when it came to stereotypes and certain other details. Also, as my creative writing teacher pointed out (woot! College really does have an enrichment course for everyone!) I tend to have paragraph-long sentences. I'm aiming to improve this. ^^

 

If the age rating goes above R this will not be posted on ff.net ^^ only on gu.org

 

 

Prologue:

 

Violet-indigo eyes hardened, as he strode down the straight, well-kept concrete streets, black duster billowing behind him. Slinking through the crowds with practiced ease, he avoided the droves of purposefully moving people, storming from one place to another, laden down with countless parcels and bags, whipped boyfriends trailing behind anxious and excited young women, blatantly `hinting' to their clueless partners. Young children whizzed around, eyes wide, ear-splitting grins adorning their faces, gasps of wonder and squeals of delight escaping their lips as yet another shiny, twinkling display window caught their eye, parents, wearily with tender smiles and glowing eyes, trailing behind their excited offspring.

 

Lettering out a small huff of breath, he squinted up at the watery, half-heartedly glowing sun. White puffy clouds lazily drifted across the unusually-bright winter sky, seeming, somehow, grey around the edges, deceptively hinting not in the slightest to the bitter-cold winds whipping through out the overly crowded streets of the fair-sized port city.

 

Pale skin showed up starkly against his trailing black duster. He wore a rather non-descript outfit; black, fair-fitting jeans, a loose, emerald-green cotton shirt and scuffed, battered brown Dr.Martins. Fingerless, soft dark-leather gloves encased his hands. Amongst a sea of both brightly-coloured, festive winter coats and more neutral, winter-auburn-toned jackets, he did not stand out is the slightest, as was his aim.

 

Crossing the road at a jog, hands stuffed in his pockets, he made his way towards the part, hoping to escape the overly bright, too-cheery crowds in the leafless, baron wasteland that the part became during the winter months on Earth.

 

`Winter again already. It comes around so quickly down here. Almost like being back on the colony. When it's cold it's fuckin' cold, when it's hot its hot. At least most of the homeless here seem to be over fifteen.' He thought, dropping a twenty onto the lap of a scruffily dressed teenage boy, who had been sitting dejectedly on a bedroll, ragged beanie lying in front of him, empty.

 

`Something's do not change no matter where you are, I see. Still no-one gives a shit, no matter what the season.'

 

He hastily exited the part upon seeing the blue-white twinkling lights lining the bare branches. Making his way through the war memorial, down past the bars and clubs that were starting to show the first signs of life as staff started setting up in preparation for the night ahead.

 

It was winter once again. December, to be precise. December 1st. decorations for `the season of good will' had been up and wasting electricity since early November, for the most part. Few signs of the war, just three years earlier, showed across the majority of earth and the colonys.

 

War damage fixed; government, led by a now Ms .Relena Darlin-Peacecraft-Catolina, was firmly in place, their judgment challenged by few since the once-fledgling foundation, receiving major funding and backing from not only the government and ex-war-veterans, but the public as well, flourishing into one of the biggest government run programs since the colonys themselves, branches of the organisation springing up in every country.

 

Headquarters of the Preventors, along with Ms.Darlin-Peacecraft-Catolina's new government headquarters were set up in the Sanq Kingdom. Lady Une was instated as head of the new organisation, the reigns of power handed over completely to her shortly before the Mariemaya incident, her partner, Dr. Sally Po, taking over as head of the Preventors medical department.

 

One Milliardo Peacecraft retained his special agent status, his wife, one Lucretia Noin, soon to be ex-wife, persuaded to retire from being a field-agent to recruit-trainer, before swiftly being whisked down to an administrative position, after a stray-bullet from a fellow-agent on a demo and complications during the birth of their first daughter, one year after the end of the first war.

 

Chang Wufei, after an entire thirty-minutes of wallowing in self-pity and the misery of his own mistakes, was promptly hit upside the head by his dear-friend Sally, before being hired as a special field-agent. Within the first month he put in for a transfer to the new L-4 branch of the Preventors.

 

Heero Yuy, rather than going back into hiding, offered his services as a part-time specials agent to the Preventors, after, of course, being assured by Miss. Dorothy Catalina that his best friend was in capable hands and no longer required him to play bodyguard. He, too, transferred to the L-4 branch, quickly becoming head of a certain CEO's personal-security team.

 

Quatre Raberba Winner remained as CEO of WEI, choosing to share some of the power and responsibilities with a few of his sisters. He, too, took on special-agent status, agreeing to, and only to, take part in missions where the need for his particular talents arose.

 

Trowa Barton, too, became a specials part-time agent, choosing instead, after a brief period touring with the circus once again, to become work with Heero as part of the personal-security team for the recklace angelic-looking blond.

 

 

Blank look dropping as the click of the lock closing behind him sounded, he allowed a small, bitter twist to adorn his lips, matching the flint even he, with years of experience running and hiding, from enemy and friend alike, masking himself from the world time and time again, was unable to hide.

 

Slipping off his coat, he carefully hung it in his closet, stretching, a small smile of satisfaction replacing the bitter twist as his shoulders and back pop-ed, releaving some of the pain that had gathered there thought the day, allowing it to fade to a dull, throbbing ache, yet another constant in his life that he had grown accustomed to.

 

He didn't bother to flick on the lights as he sauntered down the hallway, pressing the button on his answer phone as he passed, a red three flashing, alerting him to his awaiting messages.

 

`Agent Maxwell, this is Jenny-ah, Agent Austin, from records? I was just going over your latest report, and I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to dinner this wee-`

 

Bleep! He glared down at the machine, finger hovering over the delete message button, taking the first message as a bad omen for those that were to follow.

 

`Mr.Maxwell? This is a message from C-Auto-Fix-EE garage. Your vehicle wont be ready to pick up untill next Friday at the earliest. The parts that we ordered-`

 

Bleep! “Great, just frickin marvellous” He muttered, a long-fingered, calloused hand reaching up to rub at tired, dark-rimmed eyes.

 

`Duo-hun? It's me, Hilde. Look, ya know how me an' Lu were meant ta be coming down with lil' `Ella to spend the weekend with you? Well, something came up at work, and I'm really sorry, but we won't be able to make it. Maybe we could come and finally see your new place in the New-`

 

Bleep!

 

Disappointment briefly flickered across his eyes, a small, sad huff escaping cherubim lips. “Like that wasn't expected” he murmured, resuming his journey down the corridor, into the kitchen.

 

Going straight to a cupboard, in the bottom-right hand corner of the room, he pulled out an energy bar, snagging a bottle of water on his way past the fridge, before making his way into the living room. Again, not bothering with the lights, he snagged the emerald green afghan off of the back on the couch, folding it up neatly.

 

An unopened carrier bag proclaiming itself to be from `Tot's toys' in bright, colourful letters on a white backdrop lay forlornly on the low, unblemished pine table. He stood still, gazing down at it, afghan still in his hands. Slowly placing the throw back on the couch, he picked the bag up, jerkily this time, showing none of the previous care he had taken when he had first bought it.

 

Storming out of the room, he headed towards his bedroom, leaving a trail of open doors behind him.

 

His room was bathed in a dull grass-green glow, a sleek, run-of-the-mill looking laptop sitting, open and on, on a plain pine desk. He pulled his hand back as if to toss the bag at the wall, before stopping, looking down at it guiltily. He carefully folded over the top of the bag, the outline of the contence of the bag showing through the brightly coloured plastic, before carefully placing it on his dresser, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror as he passed.

 

He took a deep gulp of water, before setting the clear bottle down, throwing himself down onto the plain steel and mint swivel chair, fingers immediately dancing across the gun metal grey keyboard. Choosing to ignore the little jack and black-winged letter lazily floating around the screen, a red number `19' beneath it, indicating his unopened emails, he opened up an internet browser, pulling up a favourite site of his, tapping on a few keys for the final time, before flicking on a switch, traffic-light-green blinking on, soft calming music flowing from the speakers, following him as he headed back towards his low-standing bed.

 

Carefully lying down, he stretched out on one side, hands raised above his head, one wrist tightly clutched in his opposite hand, anger falling from violet-indigo orbs as he gazed blankly out of the window, absentmindedly noting that he'd forgotten to open the curtains yet again that morning.