Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Foolish Games ❯ Foolish Games ( One-Shot )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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A/N: Best read while listening to the song. `Foolish Games' by Jewel

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//Quatre//

I stood, watching the pair from the kitchen door. It hurt knowing. It hurt to see them together, so close yet so far. Right now Duo was on the sofa closest to the window, pretending to read the Sunday paper. Heero was in the door, studying the wet grass as if it were the most important thing in the world.

//Duo//

I watched you out of the corner of his eye and breathed deeply. You were standing in soldier mode, not shifting a muscle. I don't know how you can do that, stand still for hours on end. Then you took your coat off and stood in the rain.

You were always crazy like that.

Even though you were on the outside I've always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair. You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care. Always too cool to care.

Then you were standing in the doorway, staring at me with those piercing cobalt blue eyes with nothing to say; besides some comment on the weather.


Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees

//Heero//

I don't understand why we don't talk anymore. I don't know what happened to our friendship. I felt something for you. I just couldn't seem to find a word for it and now it feels like there is nothing between us. What happened Duo? What happened to it all? You don't even seem like yourself anymore.

You were always brilliant in the morning, smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee. Memories. I remember all your philosophies on art, those grand speeches on Baroque and how the music moved you. You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones, the people from your past. I remember them all. Adam, Judy, Joseph, Mary, Sister Helen, Father Maxwell…you may have thought I didn't hear a word you said but, in reality I was paying close attention to every single word you said.

Sure you talked, your talk became lessons of life to me, things that I never learnt as a child. You'd teach me of honest things, things that were daring, things that were clean. You taught me about life. You made me think you were perfect. Duo, I'm not good enough for you. I've killed too many people. My childhood was different to yours. So I hid, hid my soiled hands behind my back and hid behind the only thing I knew. I hid behind a cold soldier's mask and somewhere along the lines I must've gone off track with you. And now I'm lost.

Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees

And these foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart.

Princess Priscilla: I've been writing a lot of song fics lately…I'm so sorry if you don't like reading them. I've changed the lyrics around a bit so that it doesn't look so much like a song. Comments and reviews please?