Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 21
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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: 07.09.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 331 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.09.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 331 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 21
+ 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 ran to the first place he could think of - the library. If Duo weren't there, he'd scour the whole city until he found him. Trowa's words echoed through his mind as the raced down the streets, darting between pedestrians and lampposts. Heero doubled his effort when the library came into sight, repeating the same thing over and over again in his head. 'Please be here; please be here; please be here.'
He slowed to a walk at the glare from the old man at the front desk. Heero ducked his head down, a little embarrassed by his behavior, but this was Duo. Duo seemed to be the only person who could get him to act like this - the only person he was truly comfortable to be around.
Heero let out a big sigh of relief when he found Duo, sitting in a chair in a dark corner curled up in the fetal position. His hands were shaking, and the sight nearly broke Heero's heart. He approached cautiously, trying not to alert Duo of his presence until he stood behind the chair, wrapping his arms around his lover's shoulders and grasping his trembling hands. "Duo…" he began, but the other man shook his head.
"You shouldn't have come after me. Encouraging this will only make things worse."
"Encouraging what?"
"*This*," Duo responded, moving his hand in a circular gesture. "Us. I…" he cleared his throat since his voice had started to shake as well. "When I got up - after you left - I thought it would be a good idea to go visit you. So I sat around in your room and waited.
"My curiosity got the best of me, and I started snooping around through your stuff. You know, being a journalist makes you nosy like that. I…I found your dog tags and your medals, and then I found the box under your bed…and everything that was in it. The letters, the pictures, and that's when I realized that this was all so wrong. One of the pictures of your…your wife," it seemed to be an effort for him to force out the word, "she seemed to be looking at me like she *knew* somehow. I picked up the letter on the top and read it. She doesn't sound like that bad of a person, and I just couldn't help but feel guilty. Like I was ruining everything. That was when Quatre found me and I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away."
Duo sank further into the cushion of the chair. "I just don't know how I can do this. I love you so much, but I don't want to be seen as the whore that ruined your family."
Heero winced at the harsh words, but on some level he recognized the truth. His family wouldn't understand, no matter how much they loved him. And knowing Relena, she would have *that* particular news spread throughout the town in a matter of minutes. It would tarnish his and his family's reputation, and while he didn't particularly care about what the community thought about him, his parents were a totally different story.
"What if they never found out?" he pried, brain working to try and find a solution that wouldn't mean losing Duo. "What if I brought you back to the States and introduced you as a friend?"
Duo arched an eyebrow skeptically. "There is no way in hell I'd be able to sit somewhere and wait for you to come over just to fuck me while you had a family with someone else."
Heero moved to sit in the chair opposite of Duo's. 'All right, so maybe that was a bad idea, but there has to be something.' "We still have plenty of time to think this through. They're not going to send me home until the war is officially over, and that'll probably take at least another year." He hesitated, waiting to see if Duo had something to add or not. "Between the two of us we should be able to come up with something. Our love is too strong to just be able to throw it away because of what somebody else will think."
Duo looked like he had been moved to tears, and Heero *definitely* didn't want to see his lover cry. Duo was the strong, optimistic one, and Heero had no idea how he would react to seeing the other man break down. Duo didn't cry, though. He sniffled a little, eyes looking a bit red and still watery.
"I think we need to space ourselves from each other for a little while," Duo said, reaching up to rub at his face. "I just need to think about this for a bit. I do love you, Heero - so much that it hurts, but I need to think about my choices and determine if I can live with myself after either one has been decided on."
Heero nodded. He did understand. It was similar to the advice Trowa had given him earlier about making sure any decision they came to was the right one that wouldn't be regretted later. "You know where I'll be when you're ready," Heero said. When Duo didn't say anything more, he turned and walked back out of the library. He walked back to the base in silence, deciding to find work to keep him busy.
Before he had been sent to London, his American commanders had requested reports on the dynamics of the British Air Force, what he noticed of the Nazi fighters, and any information that could be utilized in the future. He had intentionally procrastinated - never being one to enjoy working on such tedious forms - but now seemed like the perfect time to get his mind distracted onto a different topic. One that had nothing to do with the beautiful braided man who still sat back in a cool leather chair of the London Library, deep in thought.
Heero sat down at a desk that Colonel Marquise had designated as his office designated as his office during his stay on the base. He slid a piece of paper in the typewriter and immediately got to work.
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End Part 21
+ 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 ran to the first place he could think of - the library. If Duo weren't there, he'd scour the whole city until he found him. Trowa's words echoed through his mind as the raced down the streets, darting between pedestrians and lampposts. Heero doubled his effort when the library came into sight, repeating the same thing over and over again in his head. 'Please be here; please be here; please be here.'
He slowed to a walk at the glare from the old man at the front desk. Heero ducked his head down, a little embarrassed by his behavior, but this was Duo. Duo seemed to be the only person who could get him to act like this - the only person he was truly comfortable to be around.
Heero let out a big sigh of relief when he found Duo, sitting in a chair in a dark corner curled up in the fetal position. His hands were shaking, and the sight nearly broke Heero's heart. He approached cautiously, trying not to alert Duo of his presence until he stood behind the chair, wrapping his arms around his lover's shoulders and grasping his trembling hands. "Duo…" he began, but the other man shook his head.
"You shouldn't have come after me. Encouraging this will only make things worse."
"Encouraging what?"
"*This*," Duo responded, moving his hand in a circular gesture. "Us. I…" he cleared his throat since his voice had started to shake as well. "When I got up - after you left - I thought it would be a good idea to go visit you. So I sat around in your room and waited.
"My curiosity got the best of me, and I started snooping around through your stuff. You know, being a journalist makes you nosy like that. I…I found your dog tags and your medals, and then I found the box under your bed…and everything that was in it. The letters, the pictures, and that's when I realized that this was all so wrong. One of the pictures of your…your wife," it seemed to be an effort for him to force out the word, "she seemed to be looking at me like she *knew* somehow. I picked up the letter on the top and read it. She doesn't sound like that bad of a person, and I just couldn't help but feel guilty. Like I was ruining everything. That was when Quatre found me and I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away."
Duo sank further into the cushion of the chair. "I just don't know how I can do this. I love you so much, but I don't want to be seen as the whore that ruined your family."
Heero winced at the harsh words, but on some level he recognized the truth. His family wouldn't understand, no matter how much they loved him. And knowing Relena, she would have *that* particular news spread throughout the town in a matter of minutes. It would tarnish his and his family's reputation, and while he didn't particularly care about what the community thought about him, his parents were a totally different story.
"What if they never found out?" he pried, brain working to try and find a solution that wouldn't mean losing Duo. "What if I brought you back to the States and introduced you as a friend?"
Duo arched an eyebrow skeptically. "There is no way in hell I'd be able to sit somewhere and wait for you to come over just to fuck me while you had a family with someone else."
Heero moved to sit in the chair opposite of Duo's. 'All right, so maybe that was a bad idea, but there has to be something.' "We still have plenty of time to think this through. They're not going to send me home until the war is officially over, and that'll probably take at least another year." He hesitated, waiting to see if Duo had something to add or not. "Between the two of us we should be able to come up with something. Our love is too strong to just be able to throw it away because of what somebody else will think."
Duo looked like he had been moved to tears, and Heero *definitely* didn't want to see his lover cry. Duo was the strong, optimistic one, and Heero had no idea how he would react to seeing the other man break down. Duo didn't cry, though. He sniffled a little, eyes looking a bit red and still watery.
"I think we need to space ourselves from each other for a little while," Duo said, reaching up to rub at his face. "I just need to think about this for a bit. I do love you, Heero - so much that it hurts, but I need to think about my choices and determine if I can live with myself after either one has been decided on."
Heero nodded. He did understand. It was similar to the advice Trowa had given him earlier about making sure any decision they came to was the right one that wouldn't be regretted later. "You know where I'll be when you're ready," Heero said. When Duo didn't say anything more, he turned and walked back out of the library. He walked back to the base in silence, deciding to find work to keep him busy.
Before he had been sent to London, his American commanders had requested reports on the dynamics of the British Air Force, what he noticed of the Nazi fighters, and any information that could be utilized in the future. He had intentionally procrastinated - never being one to enjoy working on such tedious forms - but now seemed like the perfect time to get his mind distracted onto a different topic. One that had nothing to do with the beautiful braided man who still sat back in a cool leather chair of the London Library, deep in thought.
Heero sat down at a desk that Colonel Marquise had designated as his office designated as his office during his stay on the base. He slid a piece of paper in the typewriter and immediately got to work.
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End Part 21