The retraining of Heero Yuy 1/ yet to be decided
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Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
654
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The retraining of Heero Yuy 1/ yet to be decided
He Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series.
Warnings: At this stage slight sap, angst (eventually) NC17
Pairings: 1+2 becoming 1x2
Rating: NC17, Heero’s POV.
Author: Ryouga
Author’s note: Yanno… I think my 3x4 muses are rubbing off on my 1x2 muses because this was supposed to be a songfic too. Sometimes I don’t know why I bother… The first fic is Heero’s POV. The second will be Duo’s and as yet they might be a third, with joint POV ^^;;; Depending on where my muses take this… I’ll let you know as soon as I do. *sweatdrops*
Dedication: For ShenLong, Jo, Presser, Misty and Sekra!! Thanks for your ongoing friendship, kindness and love. And for Kwyck and Babaca, thanks for your patience, help, understanding and sense of humor when I booboo the forwarding stuff in gw-fanfic eheh lov love you all!!
Summary: Duo has managed to drag Heero away from the house and the laptop.
June 7th 2004
The Retraining of Heero Yuy. 1/ yet to be decided.
Here we go again.
Watching you act the goat is something I have become quite accustomed to. Nothing you do surprises me much anymore. You\'re crazy, I\'m sure of it, Duo Maxwell; and I have no idea how you managed to get me to come to the park today. It’s cold and breezy and I had planned to stay home and write reports on the laptop for Preventer. But no, that wouldn\'t do... you said I had to get my workaholic butt out of the house. So now, I sit here and watch you roll down the hill over and over again.
Shit, you drive me mad!
Sometimes I think I may be a little jealous of your capabilities to blend in so well with humanity while I struggle to come to terms with my inner demons, and although I don\'t blame you at all for my shortcomings, I do feel a little cheated by life itself for the short straw I seemed to have been dealt. I have complained to you on many occasions about this and your frivolity and casual attitude towards the missions we have embarked on together over the past few years, just to vent my frustrations.
It’s hard to forget the past.
Sometimes it is difficult not to dwell upon the negative, to think of all those I have killed and maimed in order to uphold our beliefs. I am not trying to lay blame on anyone, for the blame can only lie with myself. I was the one who had the choice in the end whether to push the button or not; and I chose to do so. I still curse my training, the doctors; and myself for the reign of terror that we poured upon even those that were innocent, and all because of the sake of the mission. I still have the memories of the things I did. And as I carried that puppy in my arms I had never felt anything like I did at that moment in time. I think for the first time I actually felt what must\'ve been my heart. I can remember the many times that I have beaten myself up over the past and the many times that you have pulled me from my silent reverie and relinquished the pain I have felt, for it has been a constant reminder of what I once was and the glass that was once half empty now liberally runs over the brim; and for the first time in my life my heart truly feels free.
You seem to bring out the best in me.
I have always said to you that you that you talk too much, that you always act the clown, that you drive me completely insane, and how I have managed to stay out of the mental institutions thus far, is beyond my reckoning. But, yet, I know without you I would be lost, totally cess ess and life would not mean to me what it does now. I laugh as you roll into a tree at the bottom of the hill and lay there, arms sprawled out, laughing too. Somehow over the past few months you have accomplished what most seemed to believe, ‘mission impossible’, you have made me smile, made me laugh and that in itself some would say is a miracle. I stand from my position at the top of the hill with the intention of making sure you’re alright and I find myself almost losing my balance as I begin my descent towards you. \"No, Heero, roll down. It\'s fun.\"
I glare at you.
It\'s bad enough you act the goat without encouraging me to do so. However, you insist and insist and…insist, and I, as usual find it hard to deny you the request. With an unsure sigh I finally cave in to your demands and I suddenly find my self tumbling down the hill towards you. Maybe you were sent to me for a reason, other than to send me insane, because I actually find this… fun. ‘Fun’ that is something I am definitely not used to, although I think I could get to like it.
It’s… different.
I come to a sudden stop as I feel my body collide with yours and I hear your laughter mixed with mine and it warms my soul. Our eyes connect as your arms automatically wrap themselves around me, but I can\'t seem to pull away. I feel strange, warm, but yet comfortable, like I finally belong. My heart is pounding inside my chest as your lips reach out for mine and softly sweep across them. I want to pull away, yet I hesitate and then remain where I am and I can’t help the soft content sigh that escapes my lips. It seems that you have broken the lone wolf’s solitary spirit. It craves more, and never before has it craved anything as much as raveraves this new feeling that has been bestowed upon its unworthy form.
For this… I do blame you.
I blame you for placing this smile upon my face; I blame you for making me see the positive instead of the negative, I blame you for opening my eyes and showing me that there’s more to life than reports and Gundams… and I blame you for taking hold of my heart and not letting go. But that’s forgivable. Unforgivable is the fact that I have not been able to see before this point in time how down to earth and good for me you really are, unforgivable is the fact I have not told you how I really feel about you until now.
“Aishiteru, Duo. Aishiteru.”
TBC…..
Warnings: At this stage slight sap, angst (eventually) NC17
Pairings: 1+2 becoming 1x2
Rating: NC17, Heero’s POV.
Author: Ryouga
Author’s note: Yanno… I think my 3x4 muses are rubbing off on my 1x2 muses because this was supposed to be a songfic too. Sometimes I don’t know why I bother… The first fic is Heero’s POV. The second will be Duo’s and as yet they might be a third, with joint POV ^^;;; Depending on where my muses take this… I’ll let you know as soon as I do. *sweatdrops*
Dedication: For ShenLong, Jo, Presser, Misty and Sekra!! Thanks for your ongoing friendship, kindness and love. And for Kwyck and Babaca, thanks for your patience, help, understanding and sense of humor when I booboo the forwarding stuff in gw-fanfic eheh lov love you all!!
Summary: Duo has managed to drag Heero away from the house and the laptop.
June 7th 2004
The Retraining of Heero Yuy. 1/ yet to be decided.
Here we go again.
Watching you act the goat is something I have become quite accustomed to. Nothing you do surprises me much anymore. You\'re crazy, I\'m sure of it, Duo Maxwell; and I have no idea how you managed to get me to come to the park today. It’s cold and breezy and I had planned to stay home and write reports on the laptop for Preventer. But no, that wouldn\'t do... you said I had to get my workaholic butt out of the house. So now, I sit here and watch you roll down the hill over and over again.
Shit, you drive me mad!
Sometimes I think I may be a little jealous of your capabilities to blend in so well with humanity while I struggle to come to terms with my inner demons, and although I don\'t blame you at all for my shortcomings, I do feel a little cheated by life itself for the short straw I seemed to have been dealt. I have complained to you on many occasions about this and your frivolity and casual attitude towards the missions we have embarked on together over the past few years, just to vent my frustrations.
It’s hard to forget the past.
Sometimes it is difficult not to dwell upon the negative, to think of all those I have killed and maimed in order to uphold our beliefs. I am not trying to lay blame on anyone, for the blame can only lie with myself. I was the one who had the choice in the end whether to push the button or not; and I chose to do so. I still curse my training, the doctors; and myself for the reign of terror that we poured upon even those that were innocent, and all because of the sake of the mission. I still have the memories of the things I did. And as I carried that puppy in my arms I had never felt anything like I did at that moment in time. I think for the first time I actually felt what must\'ve been my heart. I can remember the many times that I have beaten myself up over the past and the many times that you have pulled me from my silent reverie and relinquished the pain I have felt, for it has been a constant reminder of what I once was and the glass that was once half empty now liberally runs over the brim; and for the first time in my life my heart truly feels free.
You seem to bring out the best in me.
I have always said to you that you that you talk too much, that you always act the clown, that you drive me completely insane, and how I have managed to stay out of the mental institutions thus far, is beyond my reckoning. But, yet, I know without you I would be lost, totally cess ess and life would not mean to me what it does now. I laugh as you roll into a tree at the bottom of the hill and lay there, arms sprawled out, laughing too. Somehow over the past few months you have accomplished what most seemed to believe, ‘mission impossible’, you have made me smile, made me laugh and that in itself some would say is a miracle. I stand from my position at the top of the hill with the intention of making sure you’re alright and I find myself almost losing my balance as I begin my descent towards you. \"No, Heero, roll down. It\'s fun.\"
I glare at you.
It\'s bad enough you act the goat without encouraging me to do so. However, you insist and insist and…insist, and I, as usual find it hard to deny you the request. With an unsure sigh I finally cave in to your demands and I suddenly find my self tumbling down the hill towards you. Maybe you were sent to me for a reason, other than to send me insane, because I actually find this… fun. ‘Fun’ that is something I am definitely not used to, although I think I could get to like it.
It’s… different.
I come to a sudden stop as I feel my body collide with yours and I hear your laughter mixed with mine and it warms my soul. Our eyes connect as your arms automatically wrap themselves around me, but I can\'t seem to pull away. I feel strange, warm, but yet comfortable, like I finally belong. My heart is pounding inside my chest as your lips reach out for mine and softly sweep across them. I want to pull away, yet I hesitate and then remain where I am and I can’t help the soft content sigh that escapes my lips. It seems that you have broken the lone wolf’s solitary spirit. It craves more, and never before has it craved anything as much as raveraves this new feeling that has been bestowed upon its unworthy form.
For this… I do blame you.
I blame you for placing this smile upon my face; I blame you for making me see the positive instead of the negative, I blame you for opening my eyes and showing me that there’s more to life than reports and Gundams… and I blame you for taking hold of my heart and not letting go. But that’s forgivable. Unforgivable is the fact that I have not been able to see before this point in time how down to earth and good for me you really are, unforgivable is the fact I have not told you how I really feel about you until now.
“Aishiteru, Duo. Aishiteru.”
TBC…..