Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Mail Order Bride ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Title: Mail Order Bride

Author: An3maePhreek

Ratings: No duh……… it's already been said.

Pairings: 1x2……… and whatever you would make of it………

A/N: Okay……… I know I know………. I haven't been diligent in my updating……… I didn't mean to……… but school kinda……… caught up with me……… I promise that I'll update the on the Irony of Love and Behind the Mask……… but I'm kinda in a deadlock for those two……….This new one really drained me……… and I hope you like it……… For now……… I'll only post up the Prologue and chapter one……… but the rest kinda depends on the feedback……… Sorries

~*Prologue*~

Heero Yuy

I found myself unable to sleep at two o'clock in the morning. My thoughts were centered on the dream I had, before my abrupt awakening. It was a lovely dream, really………but it perplexed me. As I thought about it some more, I found myself unable to forget; my mind gravitated toward it. The dream itself was vivid and realistic; so real that it was almost like a memory. There was a pretty girl with gorgeous bluish-purple eyes and a wealth of long, chestnut hair that framed her heart-shaped face. The sun shone and its light caressed, lightly dancing upon her ivory skin. She was wearing baggy clothing that billowed around her slender build. I recall that, in the dream, I was playing with her in a field of flowers, flowers that were the same color as her eyes, a silly notion really. Dreams have a way of doing that………

Eventually, though, I will drag myself out of my bed, get dressed and all those other what-nots; preparing myself for another day as the president and CEO of ZERO Corporations, the leading industry in technology. But for now, I can stay buried in these silken sheets and dream about the pretty girl with gorgeous eyes and long, long hair with the beautiful smile, dare I hope, she bestows on me………

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"Ring, ring!"

The alarm clock started its incessant chatter. A groan emanates from the mound in the middle of a large, King-sized bed. A hand is flung out and with amazing accuracy, hits the alarm clock, and stops it. The hand inches back into the blankets, and all is quiet for a moment.

Then, blankets start flying, and a slender figure jumps from the bed in indecent apparel. He has long, chestnut hair that is presently disarray. He takes on look at the neon digits flashing on the alarm and physically winces………

"Man, Dad's going to have a cow………"

With a flurry of motions, he manages to throw some clothes on and runs for the dining room. After rushing past dozens of rooms, numerous hallways, and down endless staircases, he comes to a stop right before a huge door. The door itself is intricate and ornate, seeing as it is hand-carved. Mahogany, the best money could buy, was imported all the way here to the Pennsylvania Woods.

The young man tries in vain to smooth the fold in his clothes and the stray pieces of hair. Inspecting himself from head to toe, seemingly satisfied with the view, he looks ahead, straightening his shoulders with face, proud and determined. A grim smile graces his countenance. Slowly, he raises one of his hands, forms a fist, and knocks twice on the polished wood. He lets his hand fall back to this side and waits. Finally, a deep voice coming from the other side of the door calls out to him saying, "Come in."

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Heero Yuy

The sounds of traffic were blocked out by the soundproof glass I had purchased last summer. It was just another day in Tokyo, with its crowded streets and mobs of people trying to get somewhere, wherever they needed to go. I look back at my desk. As usual there is a stack of papers waiting for me on it and plenty more en route. I don't really want to think about it, but it's not like it was going to sprout wings and fly away, unfortunately. With an inward sigh, I start working. Paperwork, paperwork, and then more paperwork, and with each sheet, it seems Time is the only thing that flies.

With each passing minute, and every tick of my Rolex, the more I am aware of the fact that somewhere, in this huge building, there is someone who is going to go home, to a happy home, where there is someone waiting for them. When I think about my own home, about its Spartan surroundings, and its emptiness, I feel strangely……… the same way. Hollowness in my entire body, spread until it covered every inch of my heart and soul. I shake my head, burying such thoughts into deeper recesses of my heart, pushing it back into an unfrequented corner of my mind.

"Brrring, Brrring."

The phone startles me out of my reverie, and I pick up the noisy object.

"Yuy, speaking."

"Mr. Yuy, there is a woman asking for you from The Tokyo Times. Shall I put her through?"

The Tokyo Timeshas called again. What a persistent news group.

"Iie"

"Alright, Mr. Yuy. As you wish."

As the phone line goes dead, I gently put the phone back on its stand. With a resounding click it is placed where it belongs.

I turn and walk towards the glass pane. Eyes glazing over, I gaze at the busy streets and its busy people. My gaze shifts upward, taking in the different intensities of red over the usual blue expanse. The sky itself was now a brilliant orange, and the red ball known as the sun was slowly disappearing over the horizon. Wistfully, I think to myself that I would never watch a sunset like this with a koibito, and that in this world, there is no one that would believe that Heero Yuy dreamt of love.

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A slam of the door is heard, the echo of it resounding through the house. Loud footsteps run from the door and down the hallway, and heads turned to see who it was that disrupted the momentary peace that was there a mere seconds ago. All they caught was a glimpse of a long, chestnut braid, whipping from side to side on the back of a black-clad figure.

When it was seen no more, all resumed and everything was quiet again. No one heard the tears and the wracking sobs of a boy who just had his heart broken.

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