22-December-2003
Title: Blue
Pairing: 1x2/2x1 (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild angst and a little bit of lime.
Notes: Based on Winter, a WiP that may or may never be posted in its entirety. .
Notes: This fic was written for gw500's first challenge.
He knew that another storm was coming, from the way his bones and joints hurt, and the way old scars left by war wounds were slowly turning red. They almost looked as though if they were swollen once again. It was always that way when it was cold, and when the snow came, it was worse.
He'd endured many cold days in the past, surviving in the streets of L2. But the artificial winter of the colonies would never compare to the real thing, to the harshness of Earth winters where the wind and snow would slowly burn your skin and gnaw at your bones.
He walked to the window and stretched his arms, feeling a pull in his chest, close to his shoulder, where an Oz soldier had torn the skin with the metal tip of his boot. But Duo could bet anything that his chest didn't hurt quite as much as the soldier's broken nose and jaw, after he'd been done with him.
But those times were over. And now he was left with peace and with the aches of an old man, at only twenty-one years of age. He hated feeling that way. He hated the cold.
A few icicles had formed on the awning, and he fixed his eyes on them. He noticed pale rays of sun reflecting on the clear ice, making it shimmer in shades of blue.
It was the blue that he longed to see in the sky, and that winter had replaced with gray.
Blue, the way Earth had looked on his first trip from the colonies. He'd been mesmerized by it from the start. He hadn't known it then, but he'd come to love this planet as much as he loved his home. And he'd fight for it, and defend its inhabitants even with his life.
It was the blue that he couldn't get out of his mind, as he waited for spring to return and take the cold away.
Blue, like Heero's eyes. And maybe this was the reason winter made him think of Heero.
The last time they had seen each other had been winter, too; a day or two after their victory against Dekim and his forces.
That day was now only memory. He could still feel Heero's lips, how soft they've felt in that first stolen kiss. And how quickly Heero had recovered from his surprise and had kissed him back, with the same hunger, the same need.
Heero's rough fingers had found their way under Duo's clothes, and how they've dug in his skin, callused and cold, like ice. And yet, they'd burnt more than fire and left marks that would never fade.
Then Heero had gone and left no trace. The way snow melts and disappears, giving way to spring grass and flowers.
"Wonder where the hell you're now..." Duo’s breath formed fog on the window. He closed his eyes and sighed, pressing his forehead on the cool glass.
And as much as he hated the cold, winter was his favorite season of all.
- Fin -
(:./damoyre/blue)
