Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 22
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
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: 930 | Visits: 329 | 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: 930 | Visits: 329 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 22
+ 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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Three days later had Eagle Squadron going around to the parts of the city that had suffered the most devastation and doing the more charitable parts that made up their role as London's guardians. They built temporary shelters for those whose homes had been destroyed, and gave out food and water for those who couldn't get their own.
Mostly it was children left because the Nazis would go after the buildings where their parents worked. They would never bomb a school. Heero watched as Tiebald and O'Malley seemed to be caught up in a game of tag while Stock made hand gestures as a group of older boys asked questions about the fighters. Heero couldn't understand how their spirits could be so high when they had nothing left.
One little girl, he noticed, sat next to who must have been her older sister. She held her sister's fingers in one hand and a tattered stuffed dog in the other. She never spoke to any of the others besides a quick whisper every now and then in her sister's ear.
It was the elderly survivors, though, that stood around talking to Heero and Quatre about what they had seen in their lifetimes and the loved ones they had lost. One particular old woman who introduced herself as Granny Ruth had lost her husband in the First World War and all three of her sons in the Second. The only one she had left was a daughter who lived in the United States and hardly ever wrote.
The hardships the people spoke of were almost unbelievable. They all spoke of lost love, and how they thanked God every morning for still having their life and their health, and all the experiences that had passed in their lifetime.
Heero only partially listened - lost in his own thoughts. It had been three days since he last spoke to Duo, and that was their encounter in the library. Quatre had been prying for information, but gave up when he saw no signs of Heero yielding.
During those three days Heero had received another letter from Relena, and he never opened it. He took everything he had contained in that box under his bed and burned it all in the airfield late one night. He hadn't particularly cared if any of his pilots looked out their window in wonder at what their crazy major was doing burning papers in the middle of the night. The letters weren't worth the trouble he caused.
Heero had come to his own conclusions. Life without Duo would just be too boring. Duo added that extra spice in his life that he had been lacking up until then. Trowa had told Heero about his newfound belief in destiny, and Heero had to agree. It was fate for him and Duo to meet, for their loyalties to be pulled and tested in every way, shape, and form, but as the saying went, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, and they hadn't had any serious hindrances in their relationship up until a few days ago.
'Now assuming this doesn't destroy us,' Heero thought, 'we should be able to pull through.'
When they finished handing out supplies, Heero headed off in the direction of Duo's flat, determined to get things settled. Duo had wanted some space for a little while and, in Heero's opinion, three days had been plenty of time. As much as he respected Duo, he was becoming inpatient. The waiting was wearing thin on his nerves.
He hoped Duo was home as he knocked on the door, glad when he heard the shuffle of feet and the lock clicking open. The door pulled back a bit, and Duo stood in front of him looking the worse for wear. He had dark shadows under his eyes and his hair looked bedraggled, falling out of his typically neat braid to frame his face.
"I don't know if you're done thinking or not," Heero began, trying to keep the nervous tone out of his voice, "but the last three days have been a living hell not knowing if you were going to show up or not. I…" He struggled to find the right words. "I can't imagine living my life without you, Duo."
The other man smiled, looking as if a large weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "Good." He responded. "Because I've been doing a lot of thinking…and I figured out that my life just sucks when you aren't around, and it's more than just the company. I love you with every ounce of my being, and Relena be damned, I'll fight to the end if I have to."
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End Part 22
+ 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.
*~**~*
Three days later had Eagle Squadron going around to the parts of the city that had suffered the most devastation and doing the more charitable parts that made up their role as London's guardians. They built temporary shelters for those whose homes had been destroyed, and gave out food and water for those who couldn't get their own.
Mostly it was children left because the Nazis would go after the buildings where their parents worked. They would never bomb a school. Heero watched as Tiebald and O'Malley seemed to be caught up in a game of tag while Stock made hand gestures as a group of older boys asked questions about the fighters. Heero couldn't understand how their spirits could be so high when they had nothing left.
One little girl, he noticed, sat next to who must have been her older sister. She held her sister's fingers in one hand and a tattered stuffed dog in the other. She never spoke to any of the others besides a quick whisper every now and then in her sister's ear.
It was the elderly survivors, though, that stood around talking to Heero and Quatre about what they had seen in their lifetimes and the loved ones they had lost. One particular old woman who introduced herself as Granny Ruth had lost her husband in the First World War and all three of her sons in the Second. The only one she had left was a daughter who lived in the United States and hardly ever wrote.
The hardships the people spoke of were almost unbelievable. They all spoke of lost love, and how they thanked God every morning for still having their life and their health, and all the experiences that had passed in their lifetime.
Heero only partially listened - lost in his own thoughts. It had been three days since he last spoke to Duo, and that was their encounter in the library. Quatre had been prying for information, but gave up when he saw no signs of Heero yielding.
During those three days Heero had received another letter from Relena, and he never opened it. He took everything he had contained in that box under his bed and burned it all in the airfield late one night. He hadn't particularly cared if any of his pilots looked out their window in wonder at what their crazy major was doing burning papers in the middle of the night. The letters weren't worth the trouble he caused.
Heero had come to his own conclusions. Life without Duo would just be too boring. Duo added that extra spice in his life that he had been lacking up until then. Trowa had told Heero about his newfound belief in destiny, and Heero had to agree. It was fate for him and Duo to meet, for their loyalties to be pulled and tested in every way, shape, and form, but as the saying went, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, and they hadn't had any serious hindrances in their relationship up until a few days ago.
'Now assuming this doesn't destroy us,' Heero thought, 'we should be able to pull through.'
When they finished handing out supplies, Heero headed off in the direction of Duo's flat, determined to get things settled. Duo had wanted some space for a little while and, in Heero's opinion, three days had been plenty of time. As much as he respected Duo, he was becoming inpatient. The waiting was wearing thin on his nerves.
He hoped Duo was home as he knocked on the door, glad when he heard the shuffle of feet and the lock clicking open. The door pulled back a bit, and Duo stood in front of him looking the worse for wear. He had dark shadows under his eyes and his hair looked bedraggled, falling out of his typically neat braid to frame his face.
"I don't know if you're done thinking or not," Heero began, trying to keep the nervous tone out of his voice, "but the last three days have been a living hell not knowing if you were going to show up or not. I…" He struggled to find the right words. "I can't imagine living my life without you, Duo."
The other man smiled, looking as if a large weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "Good." He responded. "Because I've been doing a lot of thinking…and I figured out that my life just sucks when you aren't around, and it's more than just the company. I love you with every ounce of my being, and Relena be damned, I'll fight to the end if I have to."
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End Part 22