Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Friends or More ❯ Chapter 1: Self Discovery ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Thanks to all of you who reviewed my story, I love all of the comments
you gave me :-). I'm sorry that it took me so long to continue, its those stupid
school exams. I can't even touch anime while those things are on.

Warnings: Yaoi to come, shounen ai to. Yay, double the fun!!! Although
maybe not in this chapter. Please don't be mad *begs* it will come soon,
I promise.

Another warning, those of you who like Relena Pi$$scrap, you won't
like this story because I'll probably bash her to pieces. She'll be bashed so
much that not even the most skilled surgeons in the anime world will be able to
save her. THEN EVERYONE WILL THROW A HUGE PARTY, THEN DUO
AND HEERO WILL GET MARRIED. *sweatdrop* I need to stop drinking so much
coke.

One last thing.....This fic WILL contain ANGST and lots of it!!!!

pairings: 2+1

Disclaimer: *cries into pillow* I don't own this show. I want it. I'll give you
chocolate and candy if I can have it.

so without further ado. I present the first chapter

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Chapter 1
Self Discovery
(Duo's POV)

There are two things I never expected to happen to me after the war finished;
both of them concerning Heero Yuy. I never actually thought I would see him
again and definitely not in the condition I found him in. During the war,
Heero seemed to be an indestructible force that no solider from either Oz or
any other organization, could even stand a chance to beat. You have no idea
how shocked I was when I found Heero unconscious on the ground outside
the school I had just signed into. He was in the worst shape I had ever seen
him in, his arm was broken and he had numerous bruises and gashes
adorning his arms, legs and face.

I was honestly scared out of my wits, I thought he was dead. Can you blame
me?? He was breathing so shallowly that I thought he WAS dead. I almost
burst into tears but the logical part of my brain spurred me on.

I ran over to him just to see if he was breathing or alive. When I noticed that
he was breathing shallowly, I shook his arm slightly to wake him up. It didn't
take much, he opened his eyes and I saw pain-filled blue orbs staring up at
me. Then one second later, he collapsed against me, his painful body
switching off.

It didn't take long for me to reach a conclusion of what needed to be done. I
slung his good arm around my shoulders and began to stand up, in order to
carry Heero back to my apartment. I walked forward a few paces, Heero's
slight weight resting against my body. It was then that I decided that it would
just be easier if I carried Heero, rather than sought of dragging him along. So I
leant down and gently eased Heero's smaller form off the ground and into my arms.
His head rested against my chest, as if it were a pillow and, somehow, his good
arm found my shirt and clutched it lightly. I was surprised to learn how light Heero's
body is.

I hurried towards my apartment and, once inside, placed Heero carefully on
my bed and went straight for my first aid kit. You can't be a Gundam pilot in
two wars and not know a thing or two about patching up injuries. I rushed to
the bedside and began to work on Heero's injured arm. Grabbing his upper
arm in a tight vise I suddenly snapped his arm back into place. Heero's eyes
flared open and shocked blue pools were staring up at me, and I was surprised
to see crystalline tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. If that wasn't
enough he started to weep, choking sobs escaping his lips and tears
streaming down his cheeks. Without a second thought, I gently lifted his slight
form and rested him in my lap, his head resting against my chest. Not long
after, my shirt started to become damp from his tears.

"Shh Heero" I hushed, "it's going to be ok. Those people don't know where you
are and they won't hurt you again."

This comment only seemed to make Heero cry harder, his delicate hands fisted my
shirt and he buried his face in the gap between my arm and chest. I could feel the
shuddering of his slight form and hear soft whispering escaping his lips. I leant
forward to listen to what he was whispering and what I heard caused my heart to
ache.

"No more pain......please stop the pain.....I can't take any more of this" He was
whispering over and over. The pain in his whispered pleas and the white-knuckled
grip which held my shirt, made me increase the intenstity of my own vise on him.

Slowly, I felt his shudders decrease in intensity, the tears gradually lessened and
his whispers became farther and farther apart. Until his tired body fell asleep in my
protective grip. Even after he fell asleep I didn't let him go, 'Screw School!' I
thought. I had something more important on my mind...the well being of the boy that
had so affected my life during the war.

I could feel Heero's warm breath brushing past my chest and his heart beating in
almost perfect unison with my own. His head was resting under my chin and the
way his hand was curled in my shirt sent electric sparks running up and down my
spine.

My hand slowly raised on its own accord and it ran lightly through his chocolate
coloured hair. Rather than it's spiky appearance, Heero's hair felt silky under the
touch of my callused hand. I ran my hand through his soft bangs and I felt him lean
into the touch, as if he knew it was me. Heero would never act like this around
someone else, he must trust me greatly.

I shifted slightly and looked down onto his, seemingly, innocent face that appeared
untouched by the harsh activities of war. It seemed as though the soldier in Heero
had moved and made way for the innocent child inside. I slowly lifted my hand from
his hair and softly ran it over his beautiful features. My fingers drifted over the softly
closed eyes and brushed his full lashes that curled delicately on his cheeks. Then,
I moved my fingers to his small, straight nose, slowly moving to his rounded cheeks,
I was amazed to discover the softness of the skin under my palm. Lastly, my
fingers traveled down to his pouting lips, which I traced over with the pad of my
thumb. His lips were slightly open and I could feel his warm breath escaping in
short successions.

Taking another look at his innocent face one thought ran through my mind....

'I....I ...love him'

tsuzuku
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Shou ld I continue????
Please R&R.

Yume