Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Friends or More ❯ Chapter 6: No ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Yume Maxwell-Yuy 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.27.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 464 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.27.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 464 | Status: Work In Progress
Hiya. Well since I'm on a roll at the moment. I thought I would start this chapter now. Don't know whether I'll finish it tonight or not. But here we go.
Warnings: Same as before
Disclaimer: Same as before
Parings: Do I do any other pairngs?
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Chapter 6
(no)
The next days of school went by in a blur for Heero, he started wearing long sleaved tops to hid the fact from Duo that he had started slitting his wrist again, for self mutilation. Heero was being very distant from Duo, not even pretending that something wasn't wrong anymore. He was too upset to notice that Duo had clued in on his depression.
Duo was coming closer to finding out what was wrong, but everytime he got a step closer Heero managed to shift to a different course; completely confusing the American. Then one day it became too much for the American and he approached Heero at school.
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Duo's POV
I looked everywhere for my Japanese love, but everywhere I looked turned up blank...although today I found out where he was hiding from the world. One of his classmates told me that he would always go directly to the school grounds at lunchtime and would only emerge at the end of lunch. So that's where I set my destination for and that's where I found him, sitting on a thick limb of a large tree. He was staring out at the world. The look in his eyes chilled me to the bone, it was the same look he wore in the war. Trying to hide his pain from everyone and everything. I wanted to hold him in my arms and brush my hands through his silky locks, but right now a more important matter was presenting itself to me.
"Heero" I called softly, he turned to look at me.
"Duo" He whispered
"Come down Heero.....we need to talk."
He looked reluctant but finally crept down the tree and together we sat at the base, starring out at the horizon.
"So Heero...you gonna tell me what's been bothering you lately."
He didn't respond, which didn't amaze me. I grabbed his wrist in order to catch his attention, but was surprised to hear a painful gasp escape his lips.
"What is it?" I asked. He looked up at me with his sea-blue orbs and said nothing. His eyes were portreying his nervousness, fliting from my eyes to my hands and then back again. I had felt the despiration, the worry sometime before. When was it?
/// I quickly plucked one of his small hands from where it rested.....Examined it. There was a thin scar travelling horizontal across the skin of Heero's wrist. Without even thinking, I grabbed Heero's other hand and turned his arm roughly so that his wrist was visible. 'Oh fuck' I cursed as I notice that there was another cut, in an identical position to the left arm. I looked at his forearm and noticed an array of smaller, lighter scars; but the main was the darker, deeper cuts situated on his wrists.
'What the fuck has happened?? Why does he do this to himself??' I asked myself, angry at the fact that I hadn't
noticed this during the war.
Suddenly there was a small whimper from the bed. I opened my eyes, not realizing that I had shut them, and
focused my attention on the source of the whimper. Heero was still asleep, but the look on his sleeping face tore
at my heart; there was a pained expression on his face that I had never seen before. He looked so...scared and
so...fragile. I could feel slight tugging on my arms and it was then that I noticed he was vainly trying to escape the
tight vise I had on his arms. ///
With the same feelings as the previous time, I hesitantly turned Heero's wrist over and drew up the sleeve from the turtle neck he was wearing. What I saw neally made me sick to the stomach. There was a small littering of fresh cuts lining his fragile arm. When had he started cutting again? Why didn't I know about it??
Instead of remaining calm, as I should have, my feelings reverted to anger.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" I questioned "What, in that pea-brained head of yours, made you even consider such foolish actions?"
He looked up at me with shimmering blue orbs, that seemed so innocent and betrayed at the one time.
"You weren't there...No one likes me"
"I've always been here for you. Where wa...."
"You were surrounded by your friends. No one in year 11 likes me, they know about my past."
By this time my blue-eyes love had sparkling tears streaming down his cheeks, which he was trying to, unsucessfully, hide. Acting on pure emotion, I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and pulled him into my lap, resting his head on my chest. I ran my hand through his silky locks as I slowly felt him relax into my grasp. Soon after, he was fast asleep...deciding on not going to the last two classes of the day, I picked up Heero's slight form and we headed home. Arriving home, I settled Heero's figure on the couch and then sat down next to him, pulling his slight form against my larger frame. Turning on the television, I passed the night by holding on to my beloved never wanting to let go.
A few hours later, at around ten o'clock after a small dinner, I found myself in bed with Heero by my side. His head was resting on my chest and a slim arm was wrapped around my waist. I could feel his warm breath brushing against my chest and the silkiness of his brown locks tickled my skin. He made a small noise of contentment and snuggled closer to my body.
'I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost my angel', with this thought I clutched tighter to Heero's tappered waist, pulling him closer to my body. Drifting off to sleep I thought about what tomorrow would bring...amazing how wrong one's assumptions can be
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Cliff hanger
Well, I'm gonna post another chapter now, so I just have to go and write it. yay. Please tell me of suggestions of any Hee-torture, angst or anything you want in this fic. My brain is coming up blank. lol
Yume Maxwell-yuy
Warnings: Same as before
Disclaimer: Same as before
Parings: Do I do any other pairngs?
----------------------------------
Chapter 6
(no)
The next days of school went by in a blur for Heero, he started wearing long sleaved tops to hid the fact from Duo that he had started slitting his wrist again, for self mutilation. Heero was being very distant from Duo, not even pretending that something wasn't wrong anymore. He was too upset to notice that Duo had clued in on his depression.
Duo was coming closer to finding out what was wrong, but everytime he got a step closer Heero managed to shift to a different course; completely confusing the American. Then one day it became too much for the American and he approached Heero at school.
**********
Duo's POV
I looked everywhere for my Japanese love, but everywhere I looked turned up blank...although today I found out where he was hiding from the world. One of his classmates told me that he would always go directly to the school grounds at lunchtime and would only emerge at the end of lunch. So that's where I set my destination for and that's where I found him, sitting on a thick limb of a large tree. He was staring out at the world. The look in his eyes chilled me to the bone, it was the same look he wore in the war. Trying to hide his pain from everyone and everything. I wanted to hold him in my arms and brush my hands through his silky locks, but right now a more important matter was presenting itself to me.
"Heero" I called softly, he turned to look at me.
"Duo" He whispered
"Come down Heero.....we need to talk."
He looked reluctant but finally crept down the tree and together we sat at the base, starring out at the horizon.
"So Heero...you gonna tell me what's been bothering you lately."
He didn't respond, which didn't amaze me. I grabbed his wrist in order to catch his attention, but was surprised to hear a painful gasp escape his lips.
"What is it?" I asked. He looked up at me with his sea-blue orbs and said nothing. His eyes were portreying his nervousness, fliting from my eyes to my hands and then back again. I had felt the despiration, the worry sometime before. When was it?
/// I quickly plucked one of his small hands from where it rested.....Examined it. There was a thin scar travelling horizontal across the skin of Heero's wrist. Without even thinking, I grabbed Heero's other hand and turned his arm roughly so that his wrist was visible. 'Oh fuck' I cursed as I notice that there was another cut, in an identical position to the left arm. I looked at his forearm and noticed an array of smaller, lighter scars; but the main was the darker, deeper cuts situated on his wrists.
'What the fuck has happened?? Why does he do this to himself??' I asked myself, angry at the fact that I hadn't
noticed this during the war.
Suddenly there was a small whimper from the bed. I opened my eyes, not realizing that I had shut them, and
focused my attention on the source of the whimper. Heero was still asleep, but the look on his sleeping face tore
at my heart; there was a pained expression on his face that I had never seen before. He looked so...scared and
so...fragile. I could feel slight tugging on my arms and it was then that I noticed he was vainly trying to escape the
tight vise I had on his arms. ///
With the same feelings as the previous time, I hesitantly turned Heero's wrist over and drew up the sleeve from the turtle neck he was wearing. What I saw neally made me sick to the stomach. There was a small littering of fresh cuts lining his fragile arm. When had he started cutting again? Why didn't I know about it??
Instead of remaining calm, as I should have, my feelings reverted to anger.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" I questioned "What, in that pea-brained head of yours, made you even consider such foolish actions?"
He looked up at me with shimmering blue orbs, that seemed so innocent and betrayed at the one time.
"You weren't there...No one likes me"
"I've always been here for you. Where wa...."
"You were surrounded by your friends. No one in year 11 likes me, they know about my past."
By this time my blue-eyes love had sparkling tears streaming down his cheeks, which he was trying to, unsucessfully, hide. Acting on pure emotion, I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and pulled him into my lap, resting his head on my chest. I ran my hand through his silky locks as I slowly felt him relax into my grasp. Soon after, he was fast asleep...deciding on not going to the last two classes of the day, I picked up Heero's slight form and we headed home. Arriving home, I settled Heero's figure on the couch and then sat down next to him, pulling his slight form against my larger frame. Turning on the television, I passed the night by holding on to my beloved never wanting to let go.
A few hours later, at around ten o'clock after a small dinner, I found myself in bed with Heero by my side. His head was resting on my chest and a slim arm was wrapped around my waist. I could feel his warm breath brushing against my chest and the silkiness of his brown locks tickled my skin. He made a small noise of contentment and snuggled closer to my body.
'I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost my angel', with this thought I clutched tighter to Heero's tappered waist, pulling him closer to my body. Drifting off to sleep I thought about what tomorrow would bring...amazing how wrong one's assumptions can be
----------------------------------
Cliff hanger
Well, I'm gonna post another chapter now, so I just have to go and write it. yay. Please tell me of suggestions of any Hee-torture, angst or anything you want in this fic. My brain is coming up blank. lol
Yume Maxwell-yuy