June 29, 2000
Gack! The GW muse bites...hard! She insisted that I write more of this fic...I'm on part freaking 7! That's right! 6 is done and 7 is coming along at light speed! Jesus, I hate my muse sometimes... My back hurts and I need a caffeine pill but I'm just so musically inclined tonight, I can't give up the chance to write...
And I can't remember if Trowa shows up in this part... I don't believe he does. This is a sap scene between H and D. :D yay sap!
ja ne
~ana~ ^_^
Dedicated to Mini, who always makes me laugh. ^_^
Warnings: OOCness. Severe severe OOCness. But hell, I had fun writing it and I hope you have fun reading it.
I've taken the...coughcough...liberty of using songs from the 1990's and the...er...00's. Pretend they're from AC 195.
For the best effects, listen to the song posted at the beginning of
each part while reading. ^_^
This part's song is "This Kiss" by Faith Hill. :D
Heero threaded randomly through the weeds. Some were taller than his head; Duo had to crane his neck to see the very top of his head. And for once, the braided one found that his previous inference had been right--the top of his head was as sexy as the rest of him.
The Japanese boy finally stopped, taking a seat beneath a large, gnarled oak tree. "Hey," he said, settling down next to him. He held out a beer; Heero shook his head. "What's the matter? Don't drink?" he inquired, taking a sip of his own. "I don't blame you. It tastes like shit. Nothing worse than warm beer."
"Aa."
"Not very talkative, are you?"
"Aa."
"I see. Just don't like me?"
And Heero said 'Aa,', Duo thought wrlyly. It was some kind of punchline, or chorusline.
"That's not it." He didn't elaborate, but didn't move to leave, either. So Duo stared at Heero to his heart's content, drawing his features in his mind. Cute, sloped nose. Almond-shaped dark blue eyes. A very kissable mouth. Duo felt his temperature rise as he imagined what it would be like to lean over and claim those two red lips for his own. To push past his defenses, his image and taste Heero, explore the mouth that sang so wonderfully. Most of all, he wanted to feel the real person that surely hid behind the awards, the glitter and the little smirk.
Sometimes he forgot that stars were even human, with bad hair days and toothaches and tears and holes where they'd punched the wall. Suddenly, what he felt for Heero seemed so shallow and raw, unimportant. Infatuated with someone and he didn't even know them.
"It's such a--"
"Sometimes I--"
They both spoke at the same time, and broke off, smiling. "You go first," Duo said encouragingly, resting his head sideways on his knees so he could stare without craning his neck. The excitement was beginning to take its toll on his body; even the short rest made him want to crawl into Heero's lap and fall asleep with his head on his chest. Something that friends did, something that lovers did.
Heero spoke, and Duo watched, some part of him aching with every word. He desperately wanted to belong to this complicated creature, and wanted Heero to belong to him. "Sometimes I just want to give it all up." He didn't offer anything else and the American didn't dare ask. He thought about it, but didn't ask.
"What were you going to say?" he asked, offering a small smile. The braided boy shrugged.
"Just that it's a nice night out. Usually the sky's not so clear anymore; you can see straight to the heart of outer space right now." Sighing, Duo flopped back onto the grass, pulling Heero down with him. Their faces were almost touching; Duo's words rained little patters of warm breath onto his cheek.
"I wanted to be a pilot when I was younger."
Duo looked at him in, shocked. It must have showed on his face, because Heero laughed, a soft sound that kind of bubbled out of his throat and past his lips. "But...I don't know... Things changed. Things happened."
Bad things, Duo added mentally. "Me too. I always wanted to fly. When I was at the Maxwell Church, I kept trying to build airplanes. I'd fly them down hills; with myself inside, of course. I wanted--" He stopped and grinned.
"So, Heero Yuy, what do you really want?"
The Japanese boy blinked twice. "Excuse me?"
"What do you really want?" Duo shrugged. "Not a hard question. Money? Fame? Relena?" He made a ghastly visage with his face scrunched up tight as he belted out the lyrics to "Baby Two More Time".
"No," Heero said firmly. "I don't want those things." He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted, but he knew what he didn't. And he did not want Relena Darlian. He had money and he had fame; they weren't all they were cracked up to be. Money bought power and money could, contrary to the antiquated saying, even buy love. But he couldn't buy the personal satisfaction of knowing he'd just hit the high note of a song straight on without his voice cracking, or the exhiliration that came with getting up on stage and baring the most secret part of his soul to a screaming crowd.
If only that was where it ended. If only there wasn't the politics, the videos, the interviews, the camera crews and the green card-less makeup artists and directors. That only complicated things, made him forget the real reason he was in the music industry.
Tonight...
Tonight had been one hell of a reminder. He looked over at Duo, who was stargazing peacefully. What he wouldn't give for the simplicity of his cheerfulness, the energy and lust for life. He was annoying, yes, but in an ingratiating way.
Music floated over the hill and into the field, fast and hard, then melting into a slow song. Heero felt his pulse slow down in time to the words, felt his eyes slip shut. Mm...just a few minutes of sleep... He was out like a light.
Duo looked over at Heero to ask him a question, then froze as he saw the boy was sleeping. "Hey!" he said, shaking him. "You can't go to sleep!" Heero murmured something drowsily and tried to turn over, reaching for blankets that weren't there. "Heero! Wake up!" Dragging the sleeping figure to his feet, he wrapped both arms around his waist and jiggled him a bit. No one could sleep standing up!
Heero sighed as he felt his head snap forward, eyes opening lazily. "Erm...Duo..." His hands were in a very compromising position, and slipping lower. The American couldn't help himself, and pulled the smaller boy in closer, twirling him around in his arms.
"What's the matter? Don't know how to dance?" He grinned wickedly as those blue depths flared to life.
"Is that a challenge?" Heero was hoping it was. There were pieces of him coming to the surface that he hadn't seen for years. It seemed like the past two years had been a bad dream. A part of him badly wanted Duo to do...something. Anything to make him feel again. Lord knew, he was so lonely. He wanted...
Heero wanted him to be his friend. He wanted a real friend, someone who would have the guts to tell him when he was being a brat. Someone who understood why he couldn't cry anymore. Someone who could smile at him and mean every little white tooth.
"It just might be." With that, Duo grabbed Heero's arms and looped them around his neck. The lengths of their bodies were pressed together, warm and soft. He never wanted the moment to end; to his delight, Heero moved in closer.
End Part Five
Ariana
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