Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 9
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.30.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 400 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.30.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 400 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 9
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
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"Did things get cleared up all right?" Quatre's expression emanated pure curiosity when Heero returned to the hangar. "Was someone trying to plant a bomb that would kill us all as we slept unawares?"
Heero could not help but chuckle at the thought of Duo trying to kill them all by blowing up the entire base. "No, it was just Duo. He wanted to know if I was interested in lunch and didn't realize that there were strict clearance procedures that needed to be followed for him to enter the base."
"Oh," Quatre said, and after a second he started to smile. "Sounds like he - how do you Americans say it? - has got it bad for you. There's your accidental run-in after the newsreels that one night, and then the time you accidentally met each other at the library… Two perfect strangers of the same cultural origin united during wartime far away from home. It seems like a romance novel if I ever saw one."
Heero arched a chocolate brown eyebrow. "Except that romance novels tend not to be about two men and the fact that I am married."
Quatre shrugged. "Well, I never read one. It was just a matter of speech. You, on the other hand, seem to have more experience than I do in the area of romantic literature. So what is *your* opinion?"
Heero waited until the group of fighters passed the hangar to respond. When he returned he had called Quatre in and the rest of the squadron out, knowing that the more experienced pilots would force the newer ones to learn faster if they wanted to survive. "My opinion is that Duo is lonely, does not know anybody here, and has been stuck in London for so long that the loneliness is just eating away at him, so he needs someone to attach himself to. That someone being me was just a matter of coincidence."
"You don't really love your wife," Quatre pointed out. "You married her out of a sense of obligation. Maybe that is because was you *really* wanted was seen as unattainable, hmm?" The blond man grinned slyly. "I know…" He crossed the hangar, knocking on the door that separated the mechanics' storage space from the rest of the room. Heero could see him smiling sweetly when Trowa opened the door, whispering only God knows what in his taller lover's ear.
They came back over together, Heero keeping a close eye on any clues he might get on what was going on. "I just want to perform a little experiment, Heero. Or do you not believe in science?" Quatre smirked. "Trowa has willingly volunteered himself to aid in my test. You just need to watch and keep your mind clear. Understand?"
Heero barely had time to nod before Quatre grasped Trowa's chin, pulling his head down to kiss him fully on the lips. Heero felt uncomfortable, as if he were invading their privacy, but Quatre had told him to watch. He did not understand how the gesture could be so tender and yet so savagely passionate at the same time. They fit together, responded to each other, and clearly were in love. It wasn't a matter of age, height, cultural differences, or gender. What mattered was emotion, what was in the heart.
Heero tried to picture himself kissing Relena in the same way, but he couldn't. She would never accept such an act, thinking it publicly indecent and something that would tarnish her self-made image of perfection. He himself couldn't bring himself to do it because, well, it seemed equal to kissing his cousin or even his mother in the same manner. The love was there, but it was a different breed of love - the wrong love for a lasting marriage.
Heero then forced himself to picture himself with a man in such a way, and his mind's eye placed Duo as that man. This gave him a jump. It was so easy to imagine, and it even seemed to feel right, almost frighteningly too much so. It did not just stop with the kiss, either. His imagination took control, and he could see himself in bed with the other man, and how it felt to make love to someone with whom you were actually deeply in love with.
He didn't notice when Quatre and Trowa stopped kissing until Quatre grabbed his shoulder. "Heero, are you all right?"
Heero nodded carefully, wanting to pull back the revealing images but lose them all at the same time. This revelation of sorts was just too much to handle. He felt his hands trembling, and clenched his fists in an effort to force it to stop.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a bit of a shock, that's all." It had taken two beautiful men sharing their deepest most sacred feelings for each other and showing them to him for Heero to realize that there was a reason he had settled for Relena so easily, and there was a reason why Duo confused him so much. "I-I'm like you two."
"Maybe you should sit down," Trowa suggested. "You seem shaken up."
Quatre elbowed the taller man in the ribs. "Of course he's going to be. It's not going to come easily to live one way you're entire life and then have it flipped around on you. The both of us know how that feels."
"I don't know what to do." Heero was well aware that he had to go meet Duo outside in ten minutes, but he didn't know if he could face the longhaired man with the images his mind drew up still fresh on hand. And as hard as it seemed to admit after all this time that he was homosexual, just like Quatre, Trowa, and Duo, deep down inside somewhere it made perfect sense and an inner turmoil was finally settled. "Damn it, what am I supposed to do now? I'm still married to Relena, and it's not like I can write her a letter explaining all this and expect her to understand."
"Well, you could try," Quatre laughed. "It could go, 'Dear Relena, Sorry to break this to you a little late, but I just figured out why I never loved you. I love men. I'm sorry, but this is goodbye.' Or something like that. It depends on the mood you want to set, I guess." The blond tapped at his temple with a finger. "I guess you're right, though. This is quite the little mess you've got yourself into, but we'll be here to help."
"Talk to Duo first, though." Trowa said, stepping a safe distance away from Quatre as the whole of Eagle Squadron started taxing back into the hangar. "Or at least figure out if you're really interested in him. I doubt he'd be happy if he ends up falling in love when you just want to fool around."
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End Part 9
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
*~**~*
"Did things get cleared up all right?" Quatre's expression emanated pure curiosity when Heero returned to the hangar. "Was someone trying to plant a bomb that would kill us all as we slept unawares?"
Heero could not help but chuckle at the thought of Duo trying to kill them all by blowing up the entire base. "No, it was just Duo. He wanted to know if I was interested in lunch and didn't realize that there were strict clearance procedures that needed to be followed for him to enter the base."
"Oh," Quatre said, and after a second he started to smile. "Sounds like he - how do you Americans say it? - has got it bad for you. There's your accidental run-in after the newsreels that one night, and then the time you accidentally met each other at the library… Two perfect strangers of the same cultural origin united during wartime far away from home. It seems like a romance novel if I ever saw one."
Heero arched a chocolate brown eyebrow. "Except that romance novels tend not to be about two men and the fact that I am married."
Quatre shrugged. "Well, I never read one. It was just a matter of speech. You, on the other hand, seem to have more experience than I do in the area of romantic literature. So what is *your* opinion?"
Heero waited until the group of fighters passed the hangar to respond. When he returned he had called Quatre in and the rest of the squadron out, knowing that the more experienced pilots would force the newer ones to learn faster if they wanted to survive. "My opinion is that Duo is lonely, does not know anybody here, and has been stuck in London for so long that the loneliness is just eating away at him, so he needs someone to attach himself to. That someone being me was just a matter of coincidence."
"You don't really love your wife," Quatre pointed out. "You married her out of a sense of obligation. Maybe that is because was you *really* wanted was seen as unattainable, hmm?" The blond man grinned slyly. "I know…" He crossed the hangar, knocking on the door that separated the mechanics' storage space from the rest of the room. Heero could see him smiling sweetly when Trowa opened the door, whispering only God knows what in his taller lover's ear.
They came back over together, Heero keeping a close eye on any clues he might get on what was going on. "I just want to perform a little experiment, Heero. Or do you not believe in science?" Quatre smirked. "Trowa has willingly volunteered himself to aid in my test. You just need to watch and keep your mind clear. Understand?"
Heero barely had time to nod before Quatre grasped Trowa's chin, pulling his head down to kiss him fully on the lips. Heero felt uncomfortable, as if he were invading their privacy, but Quatre had told him to watch. He did not understand how the gesture could be so tender and yet so savagely passionate at the same time. They fit together, responded to each other, and clearly were in love. It wasn't a matter of age, height, cultural differences, or gender. What mattered was emotion, what was in the heart.
Heero tried to picture himself kissing Relena in the same way, but he couldn't. She would never accept such an act, thinking it publicly indecent and something that would tarnish her self-made image of perfection. He himself couldn't bring himself to do it because, well, it seemed equal to kissing his cousin or even his mother in the same manner. The love was there, but it was a different breed of love - the wrong love for a lasting marriage.
Heero then forced himself to picture himself with a man in such a way, and his mind's eye placed Duo as that man. This gave him a jump. It was so easy to imagine, and it even seemed to feel right, almost frighteningly too much so. It did not just stop with the kiss, either. His imagination took control, and he could see himself in bed with the other man, and how it felt to make love to someone with whom you were actually deeply in love with.
He didn't notice when Quatre and Trowa stopped kissing until Quatre grabbed his shoulder. "Heero, are you all right?"
Heero nodded carefully, wanting to pull back the revealing images but lose them all at the same time. This revelation of sorts was just too much to handle. He felt his hands trembling, and clenched his fists in an effort to force it to stop.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a bit of a shock, that's all." It had taken two beautiful men sharing their deepest most sacred feelings for each other and showing them to him for Heero to realize that there was a reason he had settled for Relena so easily, and there was a reason why Duo confused him so much. "I-I'm like you two."
"Maybe you should sit down," Trowa suggested. "You seem shaken up."
Quatre elbowed the taller man in the ribs. "Of course he's going to be. It's not going to come easily to live one way you're entire life and then have it flipped around on you. The both of us know how that feels."
"I don't know what to do." Heero was well aware that he had to go meet Duo outside in ten minutes, but he didn't know if he could face the longhaired man with the images his mind drew up still fresh on hand. And as hard as it seemed to admit after all this time that he was homosexual, just like Quatre, Trowa, and Duo, deep down inside somewhere it made perfect sense and an inner turmoil was finally settled. "Damn it, what am I supposed to do now? I'm still married to Relena, and it's not like I can write her a letter explaining all this and expect her to understand."
"Well, you could try," Quatre laughed. "It could go, 'Dear Relena, Sorry to break this to you a little late, but I just figured out why I never loved you. I love men. I'm sorry, but this is goodbye.' Or something like that. It depends on the mood you want to set, I guess." The blond tapped at his temple with a finger. "I guess you're right, though. This is quite the little mess you've got yourself into, but we'll be here to help."
"Talk to Duo first, though." Trowa said, stepping a safe distance away from Quatre as the whole of Eagle Squadron started taxing back into the hangar. "Or at least figure out if you're really interested in him. I doubt he'd be happy if he ends up falling in love when you just want to fool around."
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End Part 9