Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Surfing on a Rocket ❯ Surfing on a Rocket ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: roxy 
A story about a blossoming love. Heero thinks about his relationship with Duo as he's on a rocket in space. You don't have to know anything about Gudam Wing to understand this. A songfic based on air's song "Flying on a Rocket" and a Chinese philosophy of soulmates (that we are born with an invisiable red string that ties us to our soulmates.)
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 11.28.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 424 | Status: Completed
A story about a blossoming love. Heero thinks about his relationship with Duo as he's on a rocket in space. You don't have to know anything about Gudam Wing to understand this. A songfic based on air's song "Flying on a Rocket" and a Chinese philosophy of soulmates (that we are born with an invisiable red string that ties us to our soulmates.)
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 11.28.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 424 | Status: Completed
===================================SURFING ON A ROCKET
Roxanne de Winter
Heero POV, songfic,
weirdness, angst, shonan-ai,
death, OOC
1+2+1
PG
&nb sp; >It occurred to me that I haven't written a Heero and Duofic in eternity! So when I heard Air's beautiful "Surfinga Rocket", the magnet in my brain instantly reeled in an idea!has only recently become a writing obsession with me. I wanted to make a softer, less full blown, less gawdy romance than the type typically seen in the realm of anime fanfics. I'm not sure if I succeeded, I'll leave that to you. Enjoy!<
SURFING ON A ROCKET
by Roxanne de Winter
for flying rockets
Once upon a time in a time called AC 195 there were giant robots, rockets, and the vast open space to be conquered by humans. Though we have conquered space we haven't conquered our emotions. Or, rather, our fear of them.are like rockets, they take me to places I wouldn't dare go then leave me lusting for them. They run out of fuel eventually and fall down to the ground, then you look at the sky and want desperately to defy gravity. Again.
silver jets
mind and body cooperated, and I jumped from imagination to reality as I grabbed your hand that warm summer day. You tried to pull it away.did you have to lose, I wonder?lips parted, your eyes darted between me and the ground as you stammered something incoherent. You looked at me, you cocked your head and the corner of your lips twitched slightly. You quickly took my hand, and we walked side by side, hand in hand. Neither of us said a word, your eyes were wide and your face red. A jet flew over us, and somewhere in the back of my head I wondered what would happen if it crashed down on us.didn't talk much after that walk, life kind of spun back to normal. You hung around me more often, waiting for another moment.who knows what that would lead to?
surfing bombs
who knows what it might lead to. One day I walked up to you, couldn't think of anything to say, though. I waited for you to notice, but you didn't or didn't want to. I never knew you were soSo I grabbed your face and kissed you, before you pushed meand started cursing. Maybe I should have warned you first.not that good with words, actions speak louder than words. Admittedly, I do want to fuck you.I know that's not the right thing to want. And in your words I found comfort, even though they hurt me like glass piecesto my face. You asked me,"What will this lead to? What are you planning, Heero?"all I could do was smile and shrug,"We have to start somewhere. We have nothing to lose."
on a rocket
could we lose? What is the worst punishment the world has to offer us?I would never hurt you. And I know you won't hurt me either.I climbed unto the rocket, I knew you were still asleep. You'd know where I was, though.mission. This rocket took me to the air, but the higher I went, the heavier my thoughts became. The streams of space clouds resembled oceans. Violet, like your eyes. I felt odd. It's not lust, though some people would call it that.
pray to go
have a friend who prays to die everyday, but he stopped when he found the person he loved.know you pray to die, too. Die with grace and glory, we all do.I don't want you to think about death anymore, I want you to think about living life with me, death should be an afterthought. That's all.
take my handget me down
called you once I landed on the moon, it was 3 AM.cursed at me again and nearly hung up, but something didn't let you. I have so much hope for you like you wouldn't believe.talked about the weather. We talked about the weather for an hour.
on a rocket
rocket bounces as if it's in a tide. It goes on at a steady pace, through the black of space. It runs as my mind runs through thoughts and images of you. I have nothing else to think about. There's nothing left to do.mission is done...
be back one day
and I'm coming home to you.
pray for me on my way
hope you're thinking of me, praying for my safe return. You don't really believe in safe returns, do you? You're always afraid for the worst. You always prepare for the worst,so you won't be hurt. Youhurt so often, didn't you?I'm on my way, and I will be back.then I'll kiss you again, because I've been thinking about the look in your eyes. That smug sparkle vanishing, replaced by aof utter surprise. In fact, there are a lot of looks I want toon you, like something other than boredom and smugness in your daily expression.I...I want you to really smile for once.that grin you wear everyday, the one you wear when you kill.
will stop me, nothing has stopped me before. And you're my hope, you're what keeps me thinking even when the mission is done.I land again, I will not look up and wish to defy gravity again. I will be interested in conquering no more. I don't want to further technology when emotions are still so unclear.
on a rocket
sitting in my little white seat, strapped down as I'm pulled inwhich way. I feel like I'm in a tide, I'm swimming back toThe planents and stars and meteors are only rocks in a strongBut space is quiet, unlike the ocean. Sound is muted, it feelsdeath. I'm thinking where muted sounds go, and, if you hearall. You're so strange, you know?
4 3 2 1 0
countdown echos in my head, how many second till I'll see youEarth is below me, for a while I feel like you. You don'tseem to be part of this planet, you always seem to walklife, like you walk through an art exhibit. You never stop...used to wonder if you ever feel, or if that was stolen from you.
one can stop me to go
I knew the day I took your hand, the day I caught you offguard...knew there was something there. Next time I won't let go.
never see me again
there was a sudden and unexpected crash of Rocket 1020. Scientists are baffled to how this tragedy happened, speculation suggests that it it burned up in the atmosphere... more on this storyit develops---"silently turned of the television and pulled on his coat as hefor the door. Grudgingly, he felt something tug him back.turned around and noted the red ribbon[1] around his ankle, coldlyit.lay forgotten on the floor, and silently began to crumble up into flames.
are like rockets, they take you to places you wouldn't darethen leave you lusting for them. They run out of fuel eventuallyfall down to the ground, then you look at the sky and want desperately to defy gravity. Again.
Ende
] In Chinese legend, it's said that soulmates are tied together byinvisible red ribbon. This ribbon, during life, gts tangled untilis no more room left, and you are finally face to face withsoulmate.
Roxanne de Winter
Heero POV, songfic,
weirdness, angst, shonan-ai,
death, OOC
1+2+1
PG
&nb sp; >It occurred to me that I haven't written a Heero and Duofic in eternity! So when I heard Air's beautiful "Surfinga Rocket", the magnet in my brain instantly reeled in an idea!has only recently become a writing obsession with me. I wanted to make a softer, less full blown, less gawdy romance than the type typically seen in the realm of anime fanfics. I'm not sure if I succeeded, I'll leave that to you. Enjoy!<
SURFING ON A ROCKET
by Roxanne de Winter
for flying rockets
Once upon a time in a time called AC 195 there were giant robots, rockets, and the vast open space to be conquered by humans. Though we have conquered space we haven't conquered our emotions. Or, rather, our fear of them.are like rockets, they take me to places I wouldn't dare go then leave me lusting for them. They run out of fuel eventually and fall down to the ground, then you look at the sky and want desperately to defy gravity. Again.
silver jets
mind and body cooperated, and I jumped from imagination to reality as I grabbed your hand that warm summer day. You tried to pull it away.did you have to lose, I wonder?lips parted, your eyes darted between me and the ground as you stammered something incoherent. You looked at me, you cocked your head and the corner of your lips twitched slightly. You quickly took my hand, and we walked side by side, hand in hand. Neither of us said a word, your eyes were wide and your face red. A jet flew over us, and somewhere in the back of my head I wondered what would happen if it crashed down on us.didn't talk much after that walk, life kind of spun back to normal. You hung around me more often, waiting for another moment.who knows what that would lead to?
surfing bombs
who knows what it might lead to. One day I walked up to you, couldn't think of anything to say, though. I waited for you to notice, but you didn't or didn't want to. I never knew you were soSo I grabbed your face and kissed you, before you pushed meand started cursing. Maybe I should have warned you first.not that good with words, actions speak louder than words. Admittedly, I do want to fuck you.I know that's not the right thing to want. And in your words I found comfort, even though they hurt me like glass piecesto my face. You asked me,"What will this lead to? What are you planning, Heero?"all I could do was smile and shrug,"We have to start somewhere. We have nothing to lose."
on a rocket
could we lose? What is the worst punishment the world has to offer us?I would never hurt you. And I know you won't hurt me either.I climbed unto the rocket, I knew you were still asleep. You'd know where I was, though.mission. This rocket took me to the air, but the higher I went, the heavier my thoughts became. The streams of space clouds resembled oceans. Violet, like your eyes. I felt odd. It's not lust, though some people would call it that.
pray to go
have a friend who prays to die everyday, but he stopped when he found the person he loved.know you pray to die, too. Die with grace and glory, we all do.I don't want you to think about death anymore, I want you to think about living life with me, death should be an afterthought. That's all.
take my handget me down
called you once I landed on the moon, it was 3 AM.cursed at me again and nearly hung up, but something didn't let you. I have so much hope for you like you wouldn't believe.talked about the weather. We talked about the weather for an hour.
on a rocket
rocket bounces as if it's in a tide. It goes on at a steady pace, through the black of space. It runs as my mind runs through thoughts and images of you. I have nothing else to think about. There's nothing left to do.mission is done...
be back one day
and I'm coming home to you.
pray for me on my way
hope you're thinking of me, praying for my safe return. You don't really believe in safe returns, do you? You're always afraid for the worst. You always prepare for the worst,so you won't be hurt. Youhurt so often, didn't you?I'm on my way, and I will be back.then I'll kiss you again, because I've been thinking about the look in your eyes. That smug sparkle vanishing, replaced by aof utter surprise. In fact, there are a lot of looks I want toon you, like something other than boredom and smugness in your daily expression.I...I want you to really smile for once.that grin you wear everyday, the one you wear when you kill.
will stop me, nothing has stopped me before. And you're my hope, you're what keeps me thinking even when the mission is done.I land again, I will not look up and wish to defy gravity again. I will be interested in conquering no more. I don't want to further technology when emotions are still so unclear.
on a rocket
sitting in my little white seat, strapped down as I'm pulled inwhich way. I feel like I'm in a tide, I'm swimming back toThe planents and stars and meteors are only rocks in a strongBut space is quiet, unlike the ocean. Sound is muted, it feelsdeath. I'm thinking where muted sounds go, and, if you hearall. You're so strange, you know?
4 3 2 1 0
countdown echos in my head, how many second till I'll see youEarth is below me, for a while I feel like you. You don'tseem to be part of this planet, you always seem to walklife, like you walk through an art exhibit. You never stop...used to wonder if you ever feel, or if that was stolen from you.
one can stop me to go
I knew the day I took your hand, the day I caught you offguard...knew there was something there. Next time I won't let go.
never see me again
there was a sudden and unexpected crash of Rocket 1020. Scientists are baffled to how this tragedy happened, speculation suggests that it it burned up in the atmosphere... more on this storyit develops---"silently turned of the television and pulled on his coat as hefor the door. Grudgingly, he felt something tug him back.turned around and noted the red ribbon[1] around his ankle, coldlyit.lay forgotten on the floor, and silently began to crumble up into flames.
are like rockets, they take you to places you wouldn't darethen leave you lusting for them. They run out of fuel eventuallyfall down to the ground, then you look at the sky and want desperately to defy gravity. Again.
Ende
] In Chinese legend, it's said that soulmates are tied together byinvisible red ribbon. This ribbon, during life, gts tangled untilis no more room left, and you are finally face to face withsoulmate.