Title: Boys Don't Cry 1/4
Category: au, sap, shounen-ai, violence, death, language, pov
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Read Episode Zero.
Disclaimer: Nope. Wish I did though.
Note: This was the first fanfic I ever wrote for Gundam Wing. It's been years since I read this carefully. This is the edited version and it will be my final version. It will be a little bit different from the original version. Characters here are about 16 and it takes place at a school in Japan and it is about a racial discrimination between America and Japan. My views may differ but it is based on a real life experience.
They closed the lid. I watched from behind the tree. I'll never forget that face. His puffy eyes, purple swollen face - he was looking right at me, those violet eyes were burning up my skin. I could have stopped this from happening; it was too late. Duo was dead.
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The students were strangling each other. Some were screaming, throwing objects. The classroom was in pure chaos. Suddenly, everyone sat down when they had spotted a five-foot-tall teacher coughing uncomfortably.
"Ahem. As you can see, we have a new student today. Everyone, give Duo Maxwell a warm welcome."
I didn't pay any attention. I continued to carve my name into the wooden, fifty-year-old desk. I didn't give a damn about the new boy. Why bother to check him out? I'll know by the end of the day.
When the teacher started to lose the students' attentions once again, she started to frown, not able to suppress her anger from the disrespect. These kids were pissing her off. She needed to think of something to get these students' attention.
"Duo is from our rival country, America." Suddenly, all the chatters just died. Everyone's eyes were now on the teacher - or was it on Duo?
"Why is a murderer attending a Japanese school?" Relena reproached. The noise started again.
"An American?"
"That's our enemy!"
"What was the principal thinking?"
"This is crazy! Go back!"
"Quiet! You all be quiet! Even though there's been a long history between America and Japan, you will treat him as one of us." She was awarded by silence. Satisfied, she added one more thing. "Duo, go take a seat next to Heero."
My head jerked up and my knife dropped to the floor. I met the boy's eyes. They were violet; he had chestnut-brown hair down to his butt in a tight braid. He was dressed in a priest-like outfit with a golden cross. I continued to even when he sat down next to me. I was going to be sitting next to a Yankee.
[ Duo's P.O.V]
As I started to walk down the row to take my seat, I noticed cobalt-blue eyes gawking at me. At first they showed surprise, then they turned cold - so cold that I froze for a moment. I snapped out of the trance and took my seat next to the boy. Even when I sat down, he continued to glare at me. What did he have against me? I was getting annoyed. I tried to kill the uncomfortable atmosphere.
"Hi, I'm Duo. Nice to meet you," I waited for him to answer. He did not. Okay.. This might take a while. I sighed and started to unpack.
"Heero," he muttered sourly without breaking his stare. Why does he look at me like that? Well, if I smile, he might smile back at me. So I gave him the best smile I could make at the moment. He scowled. I could just ignore him - why do I care so much?
[ Heero's P.O.V]
What the hell is the matter with him? I glare at him and he smiles at me. And his smile! How could a person smile like that? I must admit that his smile was beautiful. But such beauty was lost when I remembered what he was. He was an American.
It was lunchtime and the teacher decided to turn on the radio.
"Top news, a Japanese embassy in America was bombed because.." She turned it off but these students were neither deaf nor blind. They all gave Duo a death glare. Realizing the mistake she had made, she took a quick survey of Duo. Maxwell was munching on his cookies happily, unaware of the danger that was coming toward him.
It felt so awkward sitting next to Duo. This boy was clueless. He obviously did not understand the fact that Japanese people hated Americans. We had a couple of problems. During World War II, America bombed Japan with nukes - two nukes. We had more problems. We do not like Americans, and we find out that America bombed our ambassador? This boy is going to have so much fun this year. I watched as Duo became the focal point of this class. Evil gleamed in everyone's eyes and they all seem to be shouting a silent oath at each other. The rest of the class is going to make his life hell and they will expect me to do that with them for I was the leader of this class. I did not want to hurt him though; I think his stupid grin got to me.
[ Duo's P.O.V]
These cookies remind me of Sister Helen. She used to bake me cookies whenever she had the time. I turned my head and offered Heero a cookie with a smile.
"Oi Heero, try this cookie. Sister Helen taught me how to bake them and they sure are yummy."
"Who eats cookie for lunch?" Heero snorted.
"I do. It's really good! I wouldn't lie to you about that!"
He did not glare at me this time. His lip curved upward a little for a second and went back to a straight line. He took the cookie silently and bit into it. He wasn't frowning.
"See, I told you you'd like it. Don't act so cold," when I said that, Heero's head jerked back and he scowled. But I swear, behind that mask of his, he blushed. I think he likes me.
[ Heero's P.O.V]
I stared at the cookie; it was shaped like a cross - just like the one he was wearing. Suddenly, Relena walked by and knocked Duo's box of cookies over. What a bitch Relena was! I fumed silently inside.
Relena kicked the empty box and snarled, "Watch where you put that crummy piece of shit."
I glanced at Duo without moving my head. His throat was constricting. Sweats started to form on his neck. He was concentrating hard on his anger. Suddenly he flashed his famous I'm okay smile and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that this floor had an owner." Relena snorted and stalked away. I glared at her. Relena makes me so angry. But why am I getting mad at her for insulting an American? Why should I care? As I walked away to get a broom for the mess, I try to organize my thoughts. Could it be? Was I actually falling for my enemy?
[ Duo's P.O.V]
I started to pick up the cookies. I couldn't help but feel sorry to Sister Helen for not finishing my meal. Had she been alive, she would have been very upset. I stopped for a moment and clutched at Father Maxwell's cross around my neck. It was all my fault.
[ Heero's P.O.V]
I hesitated a bit when I saw Duo like that. Everyone was outside with Relena laughing at Duo, even the teacher. I started to clean up the mess. He looked at me with his watery violet eyes and gave me a sad smile and whispered "thank you" as if he was afraid that someone was going to hear him.
"You should use a broom. It's much easier," I whispered as I ran my hand down his soft chestnut hair. His head jerked up, eyes wide with surprise. He started to sniffle and broke into tears. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to hug him; I wanted to kiss his tears away; I wanted to tell him that I won't let anyone hurt him. I couldn't bring myself to do that. I was afraid of being rejected. So I just rubbed his back.
"Boys don't cry," Duo hiccuped.
"What?" Was this a way to make himself stop?
"Boys don't cry, Heero. Boys don't cry," he sobbed some more.
"Hn. You're an idiot." Why does he deny the fact that we all need to cry sometimes even if you are a man?
"I know, but I'm a strong boy and boys don't cry. Sister Helen and Father Maxwell said so when they were alive," and Duo cried even more when he said his beloved one's names.
"..."
I didn't know what to say. I should have told him that no one's strong when alone. I should have told him that it was okay for him to cry. I was being an asshole when Duo needed someone to comfort him. Now, I made him reveal his inner secret. And yet, I couldn't even wrap my arms around him to comfort him for I was a Japanese and he was an American. I swept the cookies up and walked out of the classroom while Duo continued to cry.
=End Part I=
I wonder if this is better than the one I originally wrote years ago..
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