Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 20
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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: 07.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 366 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 366 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 20
+ 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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Heero awoke the next morning to something tickling his nose and found masses of chestnut hair wrapped over his body. It took him a moment to realize that the previous night's activities weren't just another one of the dreams he had been having as of late, and he smiled sleepily when he turned his head to gaze at Duo's slumbering form. The other man was still sound asleep, and when Heero reached out to stroke his cheek, Duo sighed into the touch.
A quick glance at the time told Heero that it was nine o'clock, and he groaned out loud. He felt bad knowing that he'd have to wake up Duo, but it was better than just taking off and letting Duo worry about why he had left. Heero sat up on his elbow, placing a hand on his lover's shoulder and shaking him gently.
Duo's eyes blinked open slowly, a soft smile showing as he recognized Heero. "Hey you," he greeted, reaching up to run his fingers through the pilot's hair.
"Hey," Heero replied, grabbing Duo's hand and kissing the center of his palm. "I need to get going. They'll wonder what happened to me if I don't show up for breakfast." At Duo's slight frown, he explained further. "I just had to wake you up so you wouldn't think I regretted last night. I don't. It was wonderful, and I love you."
Duo nodded understandingly. "Okay." He scratched at the back of his head thoughtfully. "Wouldn't want Colonel Marquise to think you got drunk last night, ended up in a bar fight, and got arrested, now would we?"
Heero chuckled lightly, bending over to kiss Duo's mouth earnestly. "Now go back to sleep. I'll see you later."
By the time Heero found all of his clothes and put them on, Duo had fallen back asleep. He walked back to the base, wishing he had at least tossed some change in his pocket to take a bus since the morning was damp with a light rain. Getting back to his barracks he spent the time getting dressed, not wanting to show up to breakfast wearing the same clothes as yesterday or the other pilots would have started rumors about another woman in their major's wife.
Heero snorted. 'Although I'm sure Duo would love to hear about stories such as that.'
Quatre came through with the mail as he usually did, stopping at Heero and handing him a letter with an apologetic look in his aquamarine eyes. Heero felt his heart skip a beat as he recognized the pink stationery. He opened it hesitantly, hoping maybe someone else had sent him a letter on the same type of paper, but that wasn't the case.
// My most dearest Heero;
I'm sorry it's been so long since my last letter. There's a new campaign going around for women to fill the men's positions and to grow their own vegetables so more could be sent to the soldiers, but it doesn't seem that - no matter how patriotic I am and want to support you - I'm just not the working sort of woman. The garden is a little more my style though, and there are several cute cherry tomato plants just outside the kitchen window.
Mrs. Jenkins is doing much better; she understands what her husband died for and that her child needs her now even more since she's playing both the role of mother and father. It's a good thing we don't have any children yet - I couldn't imagine having to play baseball and go fishing with our son if you were to be killed. Which reminds me, Heero, my mother is demanding for grandchildren since she isn't getting any younger and wants someone to spoil rotten now that I'm grown up. We can't disappoint her. I think our children would be beautiful.
I hear that they think the war is at a turning point. The American forces are making a difference that is catching even Hitler's attention, and if the summits go accordingly, we shall have the Russians as an official ally. Can you imagine that? I'm still having problems grasping the idea.
I also heard rumors that out in California and the other western states the police are rounding up Japanese immigrants and sending them to detention camps. The government thinks they are leaking information to their homeland. I think that's just ridiculous. Your mother is a nervous wreck, thinking that they'll come after your father any day now, but none of the evacuations seem to be this far east. I think they'll be all right.
I go to the newsreels every night, now, hoping to catch a glimpse of your face, but none of the reports have been about Britain beside bits and pieces from another one of Churchill's speeches. They're too focused on the European campaign right now, and it looks like the end is in sight. I long for the day when you get to come home.
Always, my love,
Relena //
Heero rubbed at his forehead, feeling like he could sense a headache coming on. Memories of last night became superimposed on the sight of Relena's face as he read the letter, and as much as he loved Duo, he couldn't help but feel extremely guilty for what he would be putting Relena through if she ever found out. She wasn't that bad of a person - it's just that they had been better friends than spouses.
He went to his room to put the letter in the box with all the others, tucking it under the bed and trying to get it out of his memory. Heero needed somebody else to talk to, someone whose opinion he could trust. He found himself walking down to the main hangar, glad to see that Trowa was there and nobody else.
"I got a letter from Relena…" he began upon receiving the other man's attention.
"Let me guess," he grunted, tightening a loose screw that held on a portside propeller. "You're too worried about making the wrong decision that you've come to ask me for advice?"
Heero nodded, wondering if his motives were really that transparent.
"I had a girlfriend once. Sort of. We went out on a date, but something didn't feel right. She noticed it too and we decided to try being friends. It turned out that she was actually my long-lost sister." Trowa straightened, wiping the grease and oil off his hands onto a dirty rag that at one point in its life had been a towel. "Then I came here, met Quatre, and that's when I started to believe in destiny. Coincidental circumstances led me to meet my sister and the love of my life. The point I'm trying to get isn't that you should believe in fate, but you should do what feels right without being dishonest to yourself. If you can stick to a decision without regretting it, that's the direction you should go in. That's really all I can offer."
Heero was letting the words sink in when Quatre came rushing in. "Heero!" he gasped. "I walked by your room because the door was open, so I thought you forgot to shut it on your way out, but when I peek in Duo was sitting on your bed with a letter in his hands, and he looked upset!"
"Shit," Heero swore. "Is he still up there?"
Quatre shook his head. "He rushed out when he saw m-"
The Japanese-American didn't wait for another word, running out as fast as he could, hoping he could still find Duo. 'Duo, love, please let me find you.'
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End Part 20
+ 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.
*~**~*
Heero awoke the next morning to something tickling his nose and found masses of chestnut hair wrapped over his body. It took him a moment to realize that the previous night's activities weren't just another one of the dreams he had been having as of late, and he smiled sleepily when he turned his head to gaze at Duo's slumbering form. The other man was still sound asleep, and when Heero reached out to stroke his cheek, Duo sighed into the touch.
A quick glance at the time told Heero that it was nine o'clock, and he groaned out loud. He felt bad knowing that he'd have to wake up Duo, but it was better than just taking off and letting Duo worry about why he had left. Heero sat up on his elbow, placing a hand on his lover's shoulder and shaking him gently.
Duo's eyes blinked open slowly, a soft smile showing as he recognized Heero. "Hey you," he greeted, reaching up to run his fingers through the pilot's hair.
"Hey," Heero replied, grabbing Duo's hand and kissing the center of his palm. "I need to get going. They'll wonder what happened to me if I don't show up for breakfast." At Duo's slight frown, he explained further. "I just had to wake you up so you wouldn't think I regretted last night. I don't. It was wonderful, and I love you."
Duo nodded understandingly. "Okay." He scratched at the back of his head thoughtfully. "Wouldn't want Colonel Marquise to think you got drunk last night, ended up in a bar fight, and got arrested, now would we?"
Heero chuckled lightly, bending over to kiss Duo's mouth earnestly. "Now go back to sleep. I'll see you later."
By the time Heero found all of his clothes and put them on, Duo had fallen back asleep. He walked back to the base, wishing he had at least tossed some change in his pocket to take a bus since the morning was damp with a light rain. Getting back to his barracks he spent the time getting dressed, not wanting to show up to breakfast wearing the same clothes as yesterday or the other pilots would have started rumors about another woman in their major's wife.
Heero snorted. 'Although I'm sure Duo would love to hear about stories such as that.'
Quatre came through with the mail as he usually did, stopping at Heero and handing him a letter with an apologetic look in his aquamarine eyes. Heero felt his heart skip a beat as he recognized the pink stationery. He opened it hesitantly, hoping maybe someone else had sent him a letter on the same type of paper, but that wasn't the case.
// My most dearest Heero;
I'm sorry it's been so long since my last letter. There's a new campaign going around for women to fill the men's positions and to grow their own vegetables so more could be sent to the soldiers, but it doesn't seem that - no matter how patriotic I am and want to support you - I'm just not the working sort of woman. The garden is a little more my style though, and there are several cute cherry tomato plants just outside the kitchen window.
Mrs. Jenkins is doing much better; she understands what her husband died for and that her child needs her now even more since she's playing both the role of mother and father. It's a good thing we don't have any children yet - I couldn't imagine having to play baseball and go fishing with our son if you were to be killed. Which reminds me, Heero, my mother is demanding for grandchildren since she isn't getting any younger and wants someone to spoil rotten now that I'm grown up. We can't disappoint her. I think our children would be beautiful.
I hear that they think the war is at a turning point. The American forces are making a difference that is catching even Hitler's attention, and if the summits go accordingly, we shall have the Russians as an official ally. Can you imagine that? I'm still having problems grasping the idea.
I also heard rumors that out in California and the other western states the police are rounding up Japanese immigrants and sending them to detention camps. The government thinks they are leaking information to their homeland. I think that's just ridiculous. Your mother is a nervous wreck, thinking that they'll come after your father any day now, but none of the evacuations seem to be this far east. I think they'll be all right.
I go to the newsreels every night, now, hoping to catch a glimpse of your face, but none of the reports have been about Britain beside bits and pieces from another one of Churchill's speeches. They're too focused on the European campaign right now, and it looks like the end is in sight. I long for the day when you get to come home.
Always, my love,
Relena //
Heero rubbed at his forehead, feeling like he could sense a headache coming on. Memories of last night became superimposed on the sight of Relena's face as he read the letter, and as much as he loved Duo, he couldn't help but feel extremely guilty for what he would be putting Relena through if she ever found out. She wasn't that bad of a person - it's just that they had been better friends than spouses.
He went to his room to put the letter in the box with all the others, tucking it under the bed and trying to get it out of his memory. Heero needed somebody else to talk to, someone whose opinion he could trust. He found himself walking down to the main hangar, glad to see that Trowa was there and nobody else.
"I got a letter from Relena…" he began upon receiving the other man's attention.
"Let me guess," he grunted, tightening a loose screw that held on a portside propeller. "You're too worried about making the wrong decision that you've come to ask me for advice?"
Heero nodded, wondering if his motives were really that transparent.
"I had a girlfriend once. Sort of. We went out on a date, but something didn't feel right. She noticed it too and we decided to try being friends. It turned out that she was actually my long-lost sister." Trowa straightened, wiping the grease and oil off his hands onto a dirty rag that at one point in its life had been a towel. "Then I came here, met Quatre, and that's when I started to believe in destiny. Coincidental circumstances led me to meet my sister and the love of my life. The point I'm trying to get isn't that you should believe in fate, but you should do what feels right without being dishonest to yourself. If you can stick to a decision without regretting it, that's the direction you should go in. That's really all I can offer."
Heero was letting the words sink in when Quatre came rushing in. "Heero!" he gasped. "I walked by your room because the door was open, so I thought you forgot to shut it on your way out, but when I peek in Duo was sitting on your bed with a letter in his hands, and he looked upset!"
"Shit," Heero swore. "Is he still up there?"
Quatre shook his head. "He rushed out when he saw m-"
The Japanese-American didn't wait for another word, running out as fast as he could, hoping he could still find Duo. 'Duo, love, please let me find you.'
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End Part 20