Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Last Chance ❯ So Close... ( Chapter 6 )
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2003 | Updated On: 07.01.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 550 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2003 | Updated On: 07.01.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 550 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 7-1-03
(Last Chance - Chapter Six: So Close...)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
So Close...
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"I'm so glad I chose you, Heero. I haven't had this much fun in ages.
So, kindly don't go and ruin it for me by dying, hm?" the words were
punctuated by a finger pressed to his forehead, tapping impatiently.
Cobalt eyes snapped open.
"Ah!" Shinigami beamed, dark eyes glittering with mischief, "Got your
attention, didn't it?"
"...I'm dead?"
The face drew back from Heero's view as Shinigami burst into laughter,
lightly flicking his finger against Heero's forehead. "No, you silly
boy! Did you not hear anything I said? I refuse to let you die.
Although, the irony would be simply too much. Hm. Maybe I'll change
my mind after all. Maybe I can convince that cute blonde to take up
the game in your place. Double or nothing!"
"...Bastard."
Shinigami gave a wide grin, "Indeed!"
Suddenly, Heero frowned, realizing he was staring up at a stained
ceiling that looked entirely too realistic. Turning his head, he
found himself staring at Duo, head bowed as if sleeping. "Sh! Sh!"
Heero whispered frantically to the cackling God of Death, "don't wake
him!"
Still chuckling, Shinigami rested a hand on Duo's head, "Who, him? He
can't hear me. Or, for that matter you. See?" flashing Heero a grin,
Shinigami raised back his hand and swung.
Stopping in mid-scramble to prevent the God from slapping Duo, Heero
stared as the hand went right through the sleeping boy's head.
Tentatively, he reached out, alarmed to find that his hand, too, went
right through Duo. "You liar! I AM dead!" Heero cried, whirling on
Shinigami in a fury.
"No, you're just unconscious. Or else you'd be in pain. Or something.
Personally, I don't care. You missed a great show, Heero. That car so
owned you three times to next Tuesday. Ker-SPLAT!" Shinigami giggled,
a most alarming sound coming from the God of Death.
"No, but seriously, thanks for that, Heero. It was surely the
highlight of the century. Just when I think you've out done yourself,
CRASH! A car! FLING! Your body goes flying! Duo, is saved and
grateful! But, you were nighty-nighty for that portion of the drama.
Still, good job. Couldn't have done it better myself. Of course, had
I have done it, there would have been more fire and explosions."
"Can I wake up, now?" Heero asked with a sigh, not bothering to look
at the God but instead staring at Duo. Grateful? Duo was grateful?
Then, did that mean Heero really was in Duo's apartment?
"Oh, fine. I'd rather just sit here and relive seeing you bounce off
that car again. Man, was that ever just the funniest thing..."
With Shinigami's laugh echoing through his head, Heero found himself
surrounded by darkness. Sinking down into a haze of pain, floating in
an abyss without clear thought or direction. The pain faded, leaving
nothing but that dim awareness of self. He could stay like this
forever, without a care, without feeling, for all time. Time...
Time!
Unable to stop the moan from escaping as he woke and felt the return
of feeling, and, with that, the pain.
"...Heero?" came a soft voice to his side, a cool cloth being pressed
to his forehead.
Hardly daring to hope, Heero opened his eyes and found Duo's worried
amethyst hues a few inches away. For a moment, neither spoke nor
moved, frozen like that, lips hauntingly close. A kiss was part of
the conditions. He could do it. Just a lift of his head.
Abruptly, Duo sat back, a gentle touch lifting the cloth from across
Heero's forehead as he did so. "How are you feeling?" Duo asked in
the same soft tone, as if offering an unspoken apology for his earlier
shouts and rage. His gaze dropped from Heero's, instead choosing to
study the cloth in his hands.
"Fine," Heero admitted truthfully. His head and shoulder ached
fiercely, but nothing seemed broken, and the pain began to fade even
as he spoke.
"You didn't break anything," Duo explained needlessly, trying to fill
the sudden silence. "And you weren't bleeding or something like that,
so I just brought you here. Hospitals are really expensive... They
won't even run an ambulance unless you can agree to pay for it."
"Then, how did..."
"I carried you," came the swift reply, a faint blush creeping across
Duo's cheeks as he spoke. He rose from his chair, moving away from
Heero almost nervously. "So... So, I'm glad you're okay. Thanks.
For... for, you know," Duo cast a pained look at Heero, silently
imploring him to understand.
"No problem," he responded lightly, not needing Duo to elaborate. The
boy seemed to have completely worked through his anger, but held oddly
silent, sneaking glances to Heero as if expecting something. Looking
around the apartment, Heero could guess at some of Duo's anxiety. The
place was tiny. No bed, beyond the sofa Heero was laid out on, and
hardly any furniture. Clothes scattered over the floor and draped
over the solitary chair and the coat-rack crammed into the corner.
Take out and pizza boxes stacked haphazardly amid the chaos. The only
clear area of floor was a small path leading from the door to the
sofa, and then from the sofa to a door Heero could only hope
concealed a bathroom. There wasn't even a kitchenette.
"Duo..."
"Don't," Duo cut him off with a dangerous warning in his voice.
"Don't even say it."
"Say what?"
"That I should have borrowed money from Quatre, or, or you. Or,
something. Don't even say it. Yeah, sure, I'm not proud of what I do,
but it pays for this rat's nest and feeds me. I know the streets, and
they know not to mess with me."
"What are you talking about?" Heero asked, sitting upright and staring
at Duo in genuine bewilderment.
"You know what I mean. I got caught, didn't I? Bastard under-cover
cops. You think they'd have better things to do than waste my time!"
Heero shook his head, slowly, not wanting to anger his headache
anymore than necessary. He had no idea what Duo was talking about,
but he could guess. "Duo, what have you gotten yourself into?"
"Heero!" Duo cried in exasperation, "You read the stupid police
report, didn't you? I'm a fucking whore, Heero. There. I said it.
A whore. Are you happy, now? Don't give me that look. Oh. Oh, shit.
You really didn't know?" Duo laughed weakly, sitting back in the chair
and burying his head in his hands, "Dammit. I thought you knew."
In his mind, he could see Duo, four years later, explaining. Half
angry, and half broken; bitter, hurt and confused. //Nothing, Heero,
nothing could take away the pain of losing you. Sex, drugs, alcohol,
wild parties with all three combined; anything, everything, to just
stop thinking.//
"Duo..."
"Shut up," Duo mumbled without any real anger, sounding merely worn
out and frustrated. "Just... shut up, Heero. Damn you. None of this
was a problem...!" Duo knocked the chair back in his haste to stand,
getting tangled in the clothes lying on the floor. Quickly, Heero
grabbed Duo's hand and, pulling the boy from his fall, sent him
tumbling harmlessly to the sofa.
Again, Heero found himself face-to-face with wide amethyst eyes and
soft, kissable lips. "Damn you, Heero. Stop confusing me like this,"
Duo whispered with a ghosted smile. Somehow, they had shifted closer,
eyes still locked. Duo's arm loop over his neck, and Heero circled
his arm around the other boy's waist, drawing him even closer until
Duo was perched on his lap.
Foreheads touched, softly, and Duo's breath tickled on Heero's lips...
"Duo, I..."
BRING! BRING!
Both boys jumped, the fragile moment shattering with the doorbell's
insistent ring. As Duo rose to kick aside empty boxes and make his way
to the door, Heero finally looked to the watch secured over his wrist.
The surface was scuffled and scratched, but the numbers still glowed
as the spun, counting down towards the end of his three days.
47:28:03:19
Heero blinked in surprise. He'd only been unconscious for a little
over three hours? Then... it was early morning. Just slightly under
twenty-four hours since he'd started, and with almost two days left.
"...are you doing here?" the words were nearly lost in a yawn, Duo
standing before the door, still held by the chain and just barely
opened enough to pass words through.
"Whatever. I heard you got busted! What'chu doing here, then? Got a
sugar in blue? Got 'm in there with ya?"
"No, just... a friend. Look, not today. I just want to sleep. It's
eight in the morning, Noel. What are you even doing here this early?"
"Just coming off work, what else? Whatever. You snooze, you lo... hey!
He's a hottie!" the girl on the other side of the door cried, having
caught sight of Heero. "C'mon, lemme in, I wanna meet 'm. He
interested in a three? Or even just a two," she giggled.
"No. He's off limits."
"He your friend, or is he your cop daddy? Hey! C'mon, Dee, I'm just
messing around. Christ, you're such a grump in the morning! Don't
glare at me that way. Fine. See ya 'round, Dee. I have better things
to do than be GLARED at all day! Hmph!"
Closing the door firmly, Duo rested his forehead against the smooth
wood with a tired sigh. After a moment, he turned around, a wry smile
in place and clearly not wanting to discuss his friend. "So. You
crashing here, then? I guess you can take sofa," Duo looked dubiously
at the floor, kicking the carpet with his foot as if expected a bed
to appear magically.
"No, I'll take the floor," Heero said quickly, jumping up from the
sofa to prove his point.
"No, you just got hit by a fucking car. Take the sofa."
"It's your place."
"Did you suffer brain damage?"
"I'll sleep on the floor."
"Fine. So will I."
"No, you take the sofa!"
"Heero!"
"Duo!"
Deep in an exchange of mutually heated glares, Duo suddenly cracked
a grin and, to his surprise, Heero returned it. They stood there
trying not to laugh at the sheer idiocy of the situation, and
failing miserably. "Okay, fine," Duo said, for the first time
giving a standard Maxwell-grin, eyes shining with some unknown
joke, "we'll both take the floor! Screw the sofa. It's not that
comfortable anyway."
"Okay, fine," Heero echoed, staring in fascination at the grin on
Duo's face, and marvelling at everything was coming together. He
could see something, just this side of the amusement in Duo's eyes,
some shade of what he knew should be there. Some echo of what Heero
felt in his heart.
It seemed so simple now. All he needed to do is kiss Duo. And get Duo
to admit... but, he knew, by Duo's own words. And by that occasional
glimmer of emotion in those amethyst depths, he knew.
And he still had two days left.
The sofa being ignored, Duo dragged the cushions off from it and
tossed one to Heero. And, before Heero could object or comment, the
sheet and the blanket followed. "Good... morning, I guess. Night.
Whatever. Sleepy time!" Duo said, curling on the floor and dragging a
trench coat over as a sheet.
Heero waited until he was sure Duo had fallen asleep before gently
prying the coat off from the sleeping boy and replacing it with his
own blanket, pulled from the sofa. Carefully, so as not to wake him,
Heero brushed the bangs back from Duo's forehead. "Sleep well, baka,"
he whispered, spreading out, head near Duo's, but stretched out in
the opposite direction.
"...Heero," came the sleepy reply, a murmur from Duo as the boy
snuggled around his sofa cushion.
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A uthor's Notes: I have nothing really to say. It's that point where
I'm just chugging back vanilla coke like frantic, trying to reach the
end of the story. ^_^
Really. I can't think of anything. I'm thrilled everyone seems to
enjoy the story so far!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
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(Last Chance - Chapter Six: So Close...)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
So Close...
-
"I'm so glad I chose you, Heero. I haven't had this much fun in ages.
So, kindly don't go and ruin it for me by dying, hm?" the words were
punctuated by a finger pressed to his forehead, tapping impatiently.
Cobalt eyes snapped open.
"Ah!" Shinigami beamed, dark eyes glittering with mischief, "Got your
attention, didn't it?"
"...I'm dead?"
The face drew back from Heero's view as Shinigami burst into laughter,
lightly flicking his finger against Heero's forehead. "No, you silly
boy! Did you not hear anything I said? I refuse to let you die.
Although, the irony would be simply too much. Hm. Maybe I'll change
my mind after all. Maybe I can convince that cute blonde to take up
the game in your place. Double or nothing!"
"...Bastard."
Shinigami gave a wide grin, "Indeed!"
Suddenly, Heero frowned, realizing he was staring up at a stained
ceiling that looked entirely too realistic. Turning his head, he
found himself staring at Duo, head bowed as if sleeping. "Sh! Sh!"
Heero whispered frantically to the cackling God of Death, "don't wake
him!"
Still chuckling, Shinigami rested a hand on Duo's head, "Who, him? He
can't hear me. Or, for that matter you. See?" flashing Heero a grin,
Shinigami raised back his hand and swung.
Stopping in mid-scramble to prevent the God from slapping Duo, Heero
stared as the hand went right through the sleeping boy's head.
Tentatively, he reached out, alarmed to find that his hand, too, went
right through Duo. "You liar! I AM dead!" Heero cried, whirling on
Shinigami in a fury.
"No, you're just unconscious. Or else you'd be in pain. Or something.
Personally, I don't care. You missed a great show, Heero. That car so
owned you three times to next Tuesday. Ker-SPLAT!" Shinigami giggled,
a most alarming sound coming from the God of Death.
"No, but seriously, thanks for that, Heero. It was surely the
highlight of the century. Just when I think you've out done yourself,
CRASH! A car! FLING! Your body goes flying! Duo, is saved and
grateful! But, you were nighty-nighty for that portion of the drama.
Still, good job. Couldn't have done it better myself. Of course, had
I have done it, there would have been more fire and explosions."
"Can I wake up, now?" Heero asked with a sigh, not bothering to look
at the God but instead staring at Duo. Grateful? Duo was grateful?
Then, did that mean Heero really was in Duo's apartment?
"Oh, fine. I'd rather just sit here and relive seeing you bounce off
that car again. Man, was that ever just the funniest thing..."
With Shinigami's laugh echoing through his head, Heero found himself
surrounded by darkness. Sinking down into a haze of pain, floating in
an abyss without clear thought or direction. The pain faded, leaving
nothing but that dim awareness of self. He could stay like this
forever, without a care, without feeling, for all time. Time...
Time!
Unable to stop the moan from escaping as he woke and felt the return
of feeling, and, with that, the pain.
"...Heero?" came a soft voice to his side, a cool cloth being pressed
to his forehead.
Hardly daring to hope, Heero opened his eyes and found Duo's worried
amethyst hues a few inches away. For a moment, neither spoke nor
moved, frozen like that, lips hauntingly close. A kiss was part of
the conditions. He could do it. Just a lift of his head.
Abruptly, Duo sat back, a gentle touch lifting the cloth from across
Heero's forehead as he did so. "How are you feeling?" Duo asked in
the same soft tone, as if offering an unspoken apology for his earlier
shouts and rage. His gaze dropped from Heero's, instead choosing to
study the cloth in his hands.
"Fine," Heero admitted truthfully. His head and shoulder ached
fiercely, but nothing seemed broken, and the pain began to fade even
as he spoke.
"You didn't break anything," Duo explained needlessly, trying to fill
the sudden silence. "And you weren't bleeding or something like that,
so I just brought you here. Hospitals are really expensive... They
won't even run an ambulance unless you can agree to pay for it."
"Then, how did..."
"I carried you," came the swift reply, a faint blush creeping across
Duo's cheeks as he spoke. He rose from his chair, moving away from
Heero almost nervously. "So... So, I'm glad you're okay. Thanks.
For... for, you know," Duo cast a pained look at Heero, silently
imploring him to understand.
"No problem," he responded lightly, not needing Duo to elaborate. The
boy seemed to have completely worked through his anger, but held oddly
silent, sneaking glances to Heero as if expecting something. Looking
around the apartment, Heero could guess at some of Duo's anxiety. The
place was tiny. No bed, beyond the sofa Heero was laid out on, and
hardly any furniture. Clothes scattered over the floor and draped
over the solitary chair and the coat-rack crammed into the corner.
Take out and pizza boxes stacked haphazardly amid the chaos. The only
clear area of floor was a small path leading from the door to the
sofa, and then from the sofa to a door Heero could only hope
concealed a bathroom. There wasn't even a kitchenette.
"Duo..."
"Don't," Duo cut him off with a dangerous warning in his voice.
"Don't even say it."
"Say what?"
"That I should have borrowed money from Quatre, or, or you. Or,
something. Don't even say it. Yeah, sure, I'm not proud of what I do,
but it pays for this rat's nest and feeds me. I know the streets, and
they know not to mess with me."
"What are you talking about?" Heero asked, sitting upright and staring
at Duo in genuine bewilderment.
"You know what I mean. I got caught, didn't I? Bastard under-cover
cops. You think they'd have better things to do than waste my time!"
Heero shook his head, slowly, not wanting to anger his headache
anymore than necessary. He had no idea what Duo was talking about,
but he could guess. "Duo, what have you gotten yourself into?"
"Heero!" Duo cried in exasperation, "You read the stupid police
report, didn't you? I'm a fucking whore, Heero. There. I said it.
A whore. Are you happy, now? Don't give me that look. Oh. Oh, shit.
You really didn't know?" Duo laughed weakly, sitting back in the chair
and burying his head in his hands, "Dammit. I thought you knew."
In his mind, he could see Duo, four years later, explaining. Half
angry, and half broken; bitter, hurt and confused. //Nothing, Heero,
nothing could take away the pain of losing you. Sex, drugs, alcohol,
wild parties with all three combined; anything, everything, to just
stop thinking.//
"Duo..."
"Shut up," Duo mumbled without any real anger, sounding merely worn
out and frustrated. "Just... shut up, Heero. Damn you. None of this
was a problem...!" Duo knocked the chair back in his haste to stand,
getting tangled in the clothes lying on the floor. Quickly, Heero
grabbed Duo's hand and, pulling the boy from his fall, sent him
tumbling harmlessly to the sofa.
Again, Heero found himself face-to-face with wide amethyst eyes and
soft, kissable lips. "Damn you, Heero. Stop confusing me like this,"
Duo whispered with a ghosted smile. Somehow, they had shifted closer,
eyes still locked. Duo's arm loop over his neck, and Heero circled
his arm around the other boy's waist, drawing him even closer until
Duo was perched on his lap.
Foreheads touched, softly, and Duo's breath tickled on Heero's lips...
"Duo, I..."
BRING! BRING!
Both boys jumped, the fragile moment shattering with the doorbell's
insistent ring. As Duo rose to kick aside empty boxes and make his way
to the door, Heero finally looked to the watch secured over his wrist.
The surface was scuffled and scratched, but the numbers still glowed
as the spun, counting down towards the end of his three days.
47:28:03:19
Heero blinked in surprise. He'd only been unconscious for a little
over three hours? Then... it was early morning. Just slightly under
twenty-four hours since he'd started, and with almost two days left.
"...are you doing here?" the words were nearly lost in a yawn, Duo
standing before the door, still held by the chain and just barely
opened enough to pass words through.
"Whatever. I heard you got busted! What'chu doing here, then? Got a
sugar in blue? Got 'm in there with ya?"
"No, just... a friend. Look, not today. I just want to sleep. It's
eight in the morning, Noel. What are you even doing here this early?"
"Just coming off work, what else? Whatever. You snooze, you lo... hey!
He's a hottie!" the girl on the other side of the door cried, having
caught sight of Heero. "C'mon, lemme in, I wanna meet 'm. He
interested in a three? Or even just a two," she giggled.
"No. He's off limits."
"He your friend, or is he your cop daddy? Hey! C'mon, Dee, I'm just
messing around. Christ, you're such a grump in the morning! Don't
glare at me that way. Fine. See ya 'round, Dee. I have better things
to do than be GLARED at all day! Hmph!"
Closing the door firmly, Duo rested his forehead against the smooth
wood with a tired sigh. After a moment, he turned around, a wry smile
in place and clearly not wanting to discuss his friend. "So. You
crashing here, then? I guess you can take sofa," Duo looked dubiously
at the floor, kicking the carpet with his foot as if expected a bed
to appear magically.
"No, I'll take the floor," Heero said quickly, jumping up from the
sofa to prove his point.
"No, you just got hit by a fucking car. Take the sofa."
"It's your place."
"Did you suffer brain damage?"
"I'll sleep on the floor."
"Fine. So will I."
"No, you take the sofa!"
"Heero!"
"Duo!"
Deep in an exchange of mutually heated glares, Duo suddenly cracked
a grin and, to his surprise, Heero returned it. They stood there
trying not to laugh at the sheer idiocy of the situation, and
failing miserably. "Okay, fine," Duo said, for the first time
giving a standard Maxwell-grin, eyes shining with some unknown
joke, "we'll both take the floor! Screw the sofa. It's not that
comfortable anyway."
"Okay, fine," Heero echoed, staring in fascination at the grin on
Duo's face, and marvelling at everything was coming together. He
could see something, just this side of the amusement in Duo's eyes,
some shade of what he knew should be there. Some echo of what Heero
felt in his heart.
It seemed so simple now. All he needed to do is kiss Duo. And get Duo
to admit... but, he knew, by Duo's own words. And by that occasional
glimmer of emotion in those amethyst depths, he knew.
And he still had two days left.
The sofa being ignored, Duo dragged the cushions off from it and
tossed one to Heero. And, before Heero could object or comment, the
sheet and the blanket followed. "Good... morning, I guess. Night.
Whatever. Sleepy time!" Duo said, curling on the floor and dragging a
trench coat over as a sheet.
Heero waited until he was sure Duo had fallen asleep before gently
prying the coat off from the sleeping boy and replacing it with his
own blanket, pulled from the sofa. Carefully, so as not to wake him,
Heero brushed the bangs back from Duo's forehead. "Sleep well, baka,"
he whispered, spreading out, head near Duo's, but stretched out in
the opposite direction.
"...Heero," came the sleepy reply, a murmur from Duo as the boy
snuggled around his sofa cushion.
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A uthor's Notes: I have nothing really to say. It's that point where
I'm just chugging back vanilla coke like frantic, trying to reach the
end of the story. ^_^
Really. I can't think of anything. I'm thrilled everyone seems to
enjoy the story so far!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website
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