Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 24
[ 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: 07.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 401 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 401 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 24
+ 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.
*~**~*
The next morning Heero resigned and, unexpectedly, Colonel Marquise understood. He allowed Heero to clean out his stuff in privacy, which gave Heero to time to sneak out the necessary forms for Duo to start working on the letter.
Duo was back at his apartment working on drafts and trying to get the wording just right. Heero had persisted that it sounded official, and Duo had to take some time to develop a grave tone.
Quatre and Trowa had wished him luck, saying how they'd visit when they could. Heero thanked them for all the help they had offered. He understood that without their friendship and support he and Duo would still be dodging each other.
Heero took the bus back to Duo's place, gazing out the window at the city that went by. The old buildings next to the rubble provided an accurate metaphor about life that Heero couldn't help but ponder over. Inspiration hit, and he jotted some notes down on a scrap of paper that he found. All his old writings were back at home, never to be seen again, but he felt that this new idea might actually go somewhere.
When Heero returned Duo was scratching away at a piece of paper with the fountain pen, jumping up in glee when he deemed it perfect. Heero wordlessly handed him the paper as Duo pulled a typewriter out from a box in his small kitchen, loading the sheets and immediately starting to type.
// Dear Mrs. Yuy;
It's my solemn duty to inform you that your husband, United States Air Force Major Heero Yuy, was killed in battle yesterday in the skies of London. Such a tragic loss will surely be felt through the world over at the death of such a fine, young pilot.
Heero took his duty seriously, understanding that the lives of the men in the squadron rested in his decisions. He was a very capable and intelligent leader, and it is very unfortunate that his life should be lost when the end of the war has finally come in sight.
Rest assured knowing that Heero died fighting for a cause he believed in. He did not only protect our city of London, but the generations who would grow up knowing the horrors of such a war. He provided them a sense of security, allowing the people to sleep at night knowing that somebody else was looking out for their families. I only wish that there is more I could do to help lessen the grief that you must surely be feeling.
His personal effects shall be sent over to you as quickly as possible, but unfortunately we cannot send the body back to you for the proper funeral. The understanding of the military is that you are buried where you are killed, so Heero shall be joining the men that died while fighting with him in our beautiful, local cemetery.
Once again, I am truly sorry for your loss. Heero was a great man, and he will be missed by all the lives he touched.
Sincerely,
Colonel Zechs Marquise
British Air Force //
Duo tore the paper out of the machine, handing it over for Heero's approval. He read it over quickly, giving Duo a lop-sided grin. "It's good. A little weird to be reading about my own death, but it'll work."
His lover gave a playful scowl. "I've been slaving over that think all morning and all I get is 'it'll work'?"
Heero embraced Duo in a tight hug, kissing the tip of his nose. "It's perfect. I wouldn't have expected anything less."
"Yeah, sure," Duo waved his hand. "Start sucking up when you feel your chances of getting laid are threatened."
"Well can you blame me?" Heero replied, which drew a smile from Duo.
"No, I guess not." He rested his head on Heero's shoulder, momentarily content to stay in the embrace. "So, lover, what do you want to do now?"
"I'm not in any hurry," Heero replied. "We *do* have the rest of our lives together, after all." He planted a kiss on Duo's lips. "And I'm going to make sure that you always know how much I love you."
Duo smiled softly. "Mm, agreed." He mock-pouted. "Since you resigned already, does this mean no sex in your fighter?"
"That would have been a little…tight."
"That's the idea, though." A look of disbelief came across Duo's features when Heero didn't respond. "You mean you're a flyboy and that *isn't* your biggest fantasy?"
"Hey, give me a break," Heero laughed, "I only found out recently that the *person* in my fantasies is male. I haven't even had the time to come up with any scenarios yet."
"How about the library?"
Heero would be lying if he didn't say that sparked his interest. The feel of the leather against his naked body, the potential of getting caught, the fact that they'd have to stay extremely quiet if they didn't want anybody to suspect something was up…
"We'd have to find a spot that was a little more secluded."
"Ah, so that *did* catch your interest?" Duo prodded, smiling delightedly. "How about the children's section?"
"I don't think any parents would appreciate that."
"But if we went when all the kids were at school…"
"…Then you might be onto something," Heero responded, not believing he was taking part in this conversation. Before he met Duo he never would have even *thought* about something like this.
The sound of a stomach growling filled the air, and Duo laughed embarrassedly. "Maybe some breakfast first would be a good idea, though."
Heero smiled. "Our first breakfast together." He reluctantly released his hold on Duo, proceeding over to the kitchen. "I'll make whatever you want."
"He reads Shakespeare, he's great in bed, *and* he cooks." Duo sighed dreamily. "My mother will be so happy for me."
Heero decided not to comment, looking through the refrigerator instead. "Duo, you don't have any food."
The longhaired American scratched his head thoughtfully. "Well will you look at that… There's a pancake house down the street a little ways if you're interested."
Heero nodded, warming up to the idea. "All right, but afterwards we're going to the store because I'm at least going to make you dinner."
"Don't worry, love," Duo responded, bending over slightly to place a kiss on Heero's temple, "I won't try to stop you."
*~**~*
Owari
A/N: Yes, there is a historical premise to this fic, being that during World War II the wives of the soldiers were afraid of the British women stealing their husbands. I heard this little tidbit on a WWII documentary narrated by Martin Sheen (don't remember the name of the series), and was automatically inspired, even though it required me having 1xR in the story to some degree. I'm sorry if I butchered history in any way, shape, or form. I tried to be accurate but seeing how it's a 1x2 fic I didn't really want the war to be the key focus, hence the rewriting of history. I also know that Heero and Duo's plan to be together wouldn't really work in the real world, but this is my world, and things go as I say. Thanks for reading!
+ 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.
*~**~*
The next morning Heero resigned and, unexpectedly, Colonel Marquise understood. He allowed Heero to clean out his stuff in privacy, which gave Heero to time to sneak out the necessary forms for Duo to start working on the letter.
Duo was back at his apartment working on drafts and trying to get the wording just right. Heero had persisted that it sounded official, and Duo had to take some time to develop a grave tone.
Quatre and Trowa had wished him luck, saying how they'd visit when they could. Heero thanked them for all the help they had offered. He understood that without their friendship and support he and Duo would still be dodging each other.
Heero took the bus back to Duo's place, gazing out the window at the city that went by. The old buildings next to the rubble provided an accurate metaphor about life that Heero couldn't help but ponder over. Inspiration hit, and he jotted some notes down on a scrap of paper that he found. All his old writings were back at home, never to be seen again, but he felt that this new idea might actually go somewhere.
When Heero returned Duo was scratching away at a piece of paper with the fountain pen, jumping up in glee when he deemed it perfect. Heero wordlessly handed him the paper as Duo pulled a typewriter out from a box in his small kitchen, loading the sheets and immediately starting to type.
// Dear Mrs. Yuy;
It's my solemn duty to inform you that your husband, United States Air Force Major Heero Yuy, was killed in battle yesterday in the skies of London. Such a tragic loss will surely be felt through the world over at the death of such a fine, young pilot.
Heero took his duty seriously, understanding that the lives of the men in the squadron rested in his decisions. He was a very capable and intelligent leader, and it is very unfortunate that his life should be lost when the end of the war has finally come in sight.
Rest assured knowing that Heero died fighting for a cause he believed in. He did not only protect our city of London, but the generations who would grow up knowing the horrors of such a war. He provided them a sense of security, allowing the people to sleep at night knowing that somebody else was looking out for their families. I only wish that there is more I could do to help lessen the grief that you must surely be feeling.
His personal effects shall be sent over to you as quickly as possible, but unfortunately we cannot send the body back to you for the proper funeral. The understanding of the military is that you are buried where you are killed, so Heero shall be joining the men that died while fighting with him in our beautiful, local cemetery.
Once again, I am truly sorry for your loss. Heero was a great man, and he will be missed by all the lives he touched.
Sincerely,
Colonel Zechs Marquise
British Air Force //
Duo tore the paper out of the machine, handing it over for Heero's approval. He read it over quickly, giving Duo a lop-sided grin. "It's good. A little weird to be reading about my own death, but it'll work."
His lover gave a playful scowl. "I've been slaving over that think all morning and all I get is 'it'll work'?"
Heero embraced Duo in a tight hug, kissing the tip of his nose. "It's perfect. I wouldn't have expected anything less."
"Yeah, sure," Duo waved his hand. "Start sucking up when you feel your chances of getting laid are threatened."
"Well can you blame me?" Heero replied, which drew a smile from Duo.
"No, I guess not." He rested his head on Heero's shoulder, momentarily content to stay in the embrace. "So, lover, what do you want to do now?"
"I'm not in any hurry," Heero replied. "We *do* have the rest of our lives together, after all." He planted a kiss on Duo's lips. "And I'm going to make sure that you always know how much I love you."
Duo smiled softly. "Mm, agreed." He mock-pouted. "Since you resigned already, does this mean no sex in your fighter?"
"That would have been a little…tight."
"That's the idea, though." A look of disbelief came across Duo's features when Heero didn't respond. "You mean you're a flyboy and that *isn't* your biggest fantasy?"
"Hey, give me a break," Heero laughed, "I only found out recently that the *person* in my fantasies is male. I haven't even had the time to come up with any scenarios yet."
"How about the library?"
Heero would be lying if he didn't say that sparked his interest. The feel of the leather against his naked body, the potential of getting caught, the fact that they'd have to stay extremely quiet if they didn't want anybody to suspect something was up…
"We'd have to find a spot that was a little more secluded."
"Ah, so that *did* catch your interest?" Duo prodded, smiling delightedly. "How about the children's section?"
"I don't think any parents would appreciate that."
"But if we went when all the kids were at school…"
"…Then you might be onto something," Heero responded, not believing he was taking part in this conversation. Before he met Duo he never would have even *thought* about something like this.
The sound of a stomach growling filled the air, and Duo laughed embarrassedly. "Maybe some breakfast first would be a good idea, though."
Heero smiled. "Our first breakfast together." He reluctantly released his hold on Duo, proceeding over to the kitchen. "I'll make whatever you want."
"He reads Shakespeare, he's great in bed, *and* he cooks." Duo sighed dreamily. "My mother will be so happy for me."
Heero decided not to comment, looking through the refrigerator instead. "Duo, you don't have any food."
The longhaired American scratched his head thoughtfully. "Well will you look at that… There's a pancake house down the street a little ways if you're interested."
Heero nodded, warming up to the idea. "All right, but afterwards we're going to the store because I'm at least going to make you dinner."
"Don't worry, love," Duo responded, bending over slightly to place a kiss on Heero's temple, "I won't try to stop you."
*~**~*
Owari
A/N: Yes, there is a historical premise to this fic, being that during World War II the wives of the soldiers were afraid of the British women stealing their husbands. I heard this little tidbit on a WWII documentary narrated by Martin Sheen (don't remember the name of the series), and was automatically inspired, even though it required me having 1xR in the story to some degree. I'm sorry if I butchered history in any way, shape, or form. I tried to be accurate but seeing how it's a 1x2 fic I didn't really want the war to be the key focus, hence the rewriting of history. I also know that Heero and Duo's plan to be together wouldn't really work in the real world, but this is my world, and things go as I say. Thanks for reading!