Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Shatterglass ❯ Reason to Live ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam Wing character and I'm not making a profit by writing this. This is purely for pleasure!

Warnings: Language, eventual lemon, ATTEMPTED suicide, yaoi

Authors note: Well, that was the last chapter! I'd like to thank all the people who review my fanfic! I never thought it would be this popular. Please don't forget to review this chapter as well. I'd really like to know what you think of the story as a whole, if the characters are "in character", does everything fit together nicely, etc. I'd really appreciate it. I'd also like to know if people would be interested in a sequel or the Xmas special I talked about writing? Right now, I'm in the process of writing the Xmas, but I can't guarantee that it get posted by Xmas. Shatterglass took several weeks to write, and it was originally going to be a one shot piece that ended up being 42 pages hand written and nine chapters long. Anyways, thanks again!!!! : )

If you are interested in see the GW pic that inspired this story, go to: http://www.geocities.com/ladyampris/Shatterglass.html

If you are interested in seeing my fanart for Shatterglass, go to:

http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=130003

Chapter 9: Reason to Live

Duo's POV

I woke up slowly to the feel of a body pressed against my chest and a warm, satisfied glow about me. Opening my eyes, I found that sometime during the night we had shifted so that Heero's chest was pressed against mine, my arms protectively encircling his waist. My left leg was thrown of him in a possessive fashion. His right hand had a lock of my hair wrapped securely around it, as if he didn't want to let me go.

Looking at his face, I realized that Heero looked very child-like when he was asleep. As if none of his inner demons could touch him in this state. It was a rare look for the Perfect Soldier and I cherished it, knowing that I was probably the only person who had ever seen him look so vulnerable. Unfortunately, Heero was a light sleeper, and I soon found myself looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

" `Morning," he said softly, his lips turning up slightly in a shy smile. He still hadn't lost that child-like look.

" `Morning," I said, smiling back. "How do you feel?"

"Great," he replied, giving me the first full-blown smile I'd ever seen on him. On him it was stunning. He'd never looked so beautiful.

"So my teaching method worked, huh?"

"Sort of."

"What do you mean, `sort of'?" I asked. My smile dropped from my face, all sorts of thoughts running through my head: What if he still can't love? What if he doesn't love me? What if it didn't work? After what we had done last night, I don't think I could go back to just being the "braided baka" to him. I don't think I could live if he didn't love me back.

Then, as if he couldn't hold it anymore, he smirked. "Well, I think I'm going to need repeat lessons. They say the best way to learn is through repetition and-"

I hit him with my pillow. "You tease!" I shouted, sitting up and laughing. "You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days!"

Heero sat up and grinned at me. "So that's a yes?"

Still laughing and wiping tears of joy from my eyes, I said, "Oh yeah. I think we are definitely going to need lots and LOTS of repeat lessons!" I sobered for a moment. "But only on one condition."

Heero sobered too. "What?"

"That you don't try to kill yourself again. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you now."

"You don't have to worry about that," Heero said, smiling softly as he cupped my cheek in his hand. "I think I just found my reason to live."