Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Soliloquies of Pain ❯ Soliloquy 2: Mutual Needs Beget Convenience ( Chapter 2 )
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By: WufeiNeko 
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 492 | Visits: 263 | Status: Completed
Next in this interesting story-line...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 492 | Visits: 263 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2 Of 'Soliloquy" or "Mutual needs beget convenience"
A/N: Okay, I never really thought about writing this as a chaptered thing, but a review I got (Thanks Beth!) made me start thinking. Forgive me if it's sappy as hell, but here goes nothing!
Disclaimers: They are not mine. Tho I do time share Duo and Wufei. ^.~ In my pathetic little dreams, of course.
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Hmph. Heero, you have no honor, you know that? And I'm not just teasing, either.
I understand, however, that once you love someone, you never go back. In so many
ways, I'm using you just as you do me.
Meiran--just even thinking about her makes me want to be with her, in death. We
certainly didn't get along well, I'd be the first to admit, but still, we *were*
married. Dearest Nataku--feh. Here I am, weak and moaning over my dead wife like
some onna over her dead husband.
I wonder if you know that I do love you, even if it's only partially in the way
you need.
I guess it's not love exactly. It's more along the lines of need. You needed
someone to take away the pain of being rejected by that sadistic--no, Maxwell has
honor, even though he did betray you. And I have no right to call him otherwise,
though he did hurt you. I needed someone to make me feel alive, and to honor
(what a strange phrase, though I know she'd be unhappy if I didn't find some measure
of happiness in all of this death) her memory.
You never once asked what I do with all the time I spend alone, in that library you
conveniently found in the safe-house. I found that surprising, considering the tight
leash you used to keep on Maxwell. Truthfully, I spend most of that time wondering
just when you'll tell me the truth about who you truly care for.
I used to believe, back before you and he made it blatantly clear about your relationship,
that you encouraged that weak Peacecraft-creature into following you all the time. That
you simply didn't have the guts to tell her off, or to eliminate her completely and rid
yourself of that obstacle that held you back.
You never did realize how alike we are. Both trying to get over a past that was more
painful to remember than soothing to forget. Both trying to deal with a love spurned.
You already know mine--Meiran, and then much later, that damned General who was
hypocritical to an extreme. And I *think* I know yours. That little girl--the one who
haunts you--she's what keeps you from forgetting. I recognize the look on your face when
something jostles that memory to the surface. You freeze, and then a look of sorrow flits
through your blue eyes.
Well, Heero, I've shared my pain. It's time that you let me help you share yours, since
Maxwell can't.
A/N: Okay, I never really thought about writing this as a chaptered thing, but a review I got (Thanks Beth!) made me start thinking. Forgive me if it's sappy as hell, but here goes nothing!
Disclaimers: They are not mine. Tho I do time share Duo and Wufei. ^.~ In my pathetic little dreams, of course.
========================================================== =======
Hmph. Heero, you have no honor, you know that? And I'm not just teasing, either.
I understand, however, that once you love someone, you never go back. In so many
ways, I'm using you just as you do me.
Meiran--just even thinking about her makes me want to be with her, in death. We
certainly didn't get along well, I'd be the first to admit, but still, we *were*
married. Dearest Nataku--feh. Here I am, weak and moaning over my dead wife like
some onna over her dead husband.
I wonder if you know that I do love you, even if it's only partially in the way
you need.
I guess it's not love exactly. It's more along the lines of need. You needed
someone to take away the pain of being rejected by that sadistic--no, Maxwell has
honor, even though he did betray you. And I have no right to call him otherwise,
though he did hurt you. I needed someone to make me feel alive, and to honor
(what a strange phrase, though I know she'd be unhappy if I didn't find some measure
of happiness in all of this death) her memory.
You never once asked what I do with all the time I spend alone, in that library you
conveniently found in the safe-house. I found that surprising, considering the tight
leash you used to keep on Maxwell. Truthfully, I spend most of that time wondering
just when you'll tell me the truth about who you truly care for.
I used to believe, back before you and he made it blatantly clear about your relationship,
that you encouraged that weak Peacecraft-creature into following you all the time. That
you simply didn't have the guts to tell her off, or to eliminate her completely and rid
yourself of that obstacle that held you back.
You never did realize how alike we are. Both trying to get over a past that was more
painful to remember than soothing to forget. Both trying to deal with a love spurned.
You already know mine--Meiran, and then much later, that damned General who was
hypocritical to an extreme. And I *think* I know yours. That little girl--the one who
haunts you--she's what keeps you from forgetting. I recognize the look on your face when
something jostles that memory to the surface. You freeze, and then a look of sorrow flits
through your blue eyes.
Well, Heero, I've shared my pain. It's time that you let me help you share yours, since
Maxwell can't.