Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I'm In Love With A Bad Boy! ❯ Prologue

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: I'm In Love With A Bad Boy!
Genre: angst, romance, sap, violence, Relena-bashing, Two POV's (I think)
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing. Thus the fact that this is a *fan*fic, DUH!
Summary: Duo is a single father of two who has finally met the man of his dreams. But will *he* admit it?
Pairings: 1x2 (centered), 3x4, 5x13, mention of past relationships

A/N: I haven't even posted the prologue to see if people actually like it. I'll have to slow down. When I get reviews, I'll work on chap 1. ^^ Can't wait to see what you guys have to say. Oh, and the chaps will be more or less the title or a line from a song.


Prologue

Heero's POV

"I have to meet some girlfriends at the bingo lot. My hand is itching and you know what that means...."

Of course had no idea what the itching of one's hand meant. I just let Nana go, leaving me with the two children she was keeping for the night.

The smaller of the two was asleep on the coach while his sister was staring at me quizzedly. I shifted uncomfortably under her blue gaze. I wasn't going to let some kid intimidate me. We went on like that for some minutes until the doorbell sounded.

I stood to answered the door and was stopped by my mini tormentor. Her hands were held above her head. I smiled down at her and picked her up along with the sleeping form of her brother.

Sure enough, the most beautiful fey beauty stood in front of me. I thought it was a girl for minute from the yard long braid hanging past narrow hips. He was dressed in a pair of fade blue cover alls. The top of the greasy fabric was pulled off his top half to reveal a sweaty tanktop.

Despite his delicate facial features, he had a strong build. He was perfect. My eyes drifted down his body casually then back to his face. He had the same violet
eyes as his son and the same colored hair as his daughters.

"Papa!" I surpressed a wince from the overly enthusiastic voice. She reached out her arms to 'papa'. He grinned and took her. The expression of love and cherishness remained on his face as his eyes shifted to the sleeping mass in my arms.

A flash of pink went across his lips. If only he knew how hot that was. "Um...hi...I'm--"

"Duo Maxwell." I said almost unconsciously. I saw a tremor run through his body and mulled over if it was cold out. Being that I was wearing only a pair of sweat pants and a tanktop and wasn't cold, I squashed it.

He held out his hand and I took it. I was surprised. Normally when you meet someone, they are either strong or beautiful. He had both.

"Nana told me alot about you." I explained.

"Uh....yeah."

"His name is Heero Yuy, Papa." His daughter--Helen, I think that's her name--grins at him then to me. A splitting image of her father, except for their eyes. Who ever was their mother was a lucky woman to have such a catch.

I caught a flash of pain in his eyes as he looked at Helen. It quickly vanished and was replaced by a dazzling smile. He turns to his son and calls him softly.

"Solo...wake up."

The youth grumbles to himself and buries his head into my neck. To my same, I feel goosebumps run down my body. My neck is my weak spot and anyone can effect it.

He laughs at his antics. A sound just like music to my ears.

"Guess he doesn't want to leave." He says turning to me. He grins and I am daze for a moment. I return his smile in my one reserved way. I carefully maneuver Solo into Mr. Maxwell's arms. My arm touches his hands and I almost shudder with pleasure.

He retreats to his car quicker than I would've liked and shouts a 'thank you' over his shoulder. For some reason, I feel that a part of me was just taken away as he drives off.

I close the door with a sigh. I wasn't really in the mood for whatever the fellas had in mind. But who gives a fuck what I want. That's how I got where I am now.

My cell rung and I answered it quickly expecting it to be one of the guys. Instead it was the reason my life it shit now. Her chirpy voice made me flinch away from the reciever.

"Heero, how are you?"

"Fine Relena." I growl back. Why was she acting like everything was cool between us. It wasn't.

"Well, it's been two years and I was wondering if you wanted to...um--I miss you." I could hear the desperation in her voice and fed off it.

"What the fuck do you want?" I said harshly. I could almost hear her wince. It was about time that bitch felt what I was feeling.

"I want you to keep Odin for a while. I'm needed to settle some political differences overseas and--"

"You sure you can 'risk' that? The Queen of the World leaving her perfect some with the perfect street filth?"

"Heero it wasn't like tha and--"

"Bullshit, Relena. You took him away the day he was born. For a whole year you had me convinced that he had died at birth! And why? Because it was going to tarnish your image if they found out all the shit that goes on in your life!"

"Heero, please, I--"

"Fuck that shit!" I hung up the phone feeling like some of the weight had lifted off my shoulders. I still felt numb inside none the less. I wanted to see my son so badly it hurt, but I couldn't let her get that from me. She would only use it to her advantage to get me off the streets.

"You're screwed, Yuy." I told myself. Violet eyes danced behind my lids as I let them close. Funny, I could still hear and feel him as if he was still there.




tbc........

A/N: How was that? Let me know and you will find out what hapens next. God, I feel kinda of wierd from writing angst. It's like my brain went numb or something. *shrugs* I guess I add a little more angst each fic, huh? I don't think I wanna go into the custody battle crap in this on. Look for it in the sequel (If there is one)^^. See you next chap!
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