13-Feb-2004
He's a hard guy to get to know, Heero is. I mean, he'll talk your ear off if you get him going about politics, and he'll go off in a weird haze if you mention Relena to him, but he'll never really tell you anything about himself. Which, actually, talking about Relena, that whole "Relena... " routine made me think he had a crush on her, for the longest time.
But as weird as it sounds, I think the crush he has on her is a pure thing, you know? Like a knight of the round table, chilvarous and... well, pure's the only word for it.
Well, I mean, pure like a knight of the round table who *wasn't* screwing the king's wife. I don't think Heero's ever even thought about doing anything to or with Her Majesty, really. He's got her too high up on that pedestal. But just once I wish he'd whisper my name as worshipfully as he does hers. Just once, I'd like to see him get all vague and dreamy-eyed over me.
I'm not the pedestal type, though. I'm too much his equal for that kind of bullshit, and despite his weird idealistic notions about Relena, and peace, and following his emotions, Heero's way too honest with himself to fall into that over someone like me.
It'd be nice, though. I look up at the moon sometimes and wonder about him, and I wonder if he ever wonders about me.
But he's a hard guy to get to know.
Take the other day, for example. I've always kind of thought he and I were close, you know? Like, good buddies, if nothing more. Best friends with benefits, maybe, because I don't think he's been doing *that* with anyone else, not even the lady on the pedestal.
But yesterday, well. You know how sometimes buddies will call each other by nicknames, well, I had a good one. So I walked up to him on the basketball court, all casual-like, and I said, "Hey, Hee-chan!" And just as his face started to turn red and I was thinking how cute he looks when he blushes, his fist came out of nowhere and WHAM!
I woke up sprawled out on the asphalt like a side of beef. He didn't even pull that punch one damned bit, the bastard. So I hauled myself to my feet, and staggered back to the room, because *nobody* gets punched by a guy like him and doesn't feel it later.
I figured, you know, Ok. So, no nickname. So I walk in, and there he is lying on his bed, scowling up at the ceiling and looking like a pouty little kid in a brutal killer's body, and when he heard me come in he went totally tense, like he was ready to jump up and knock my daylights out all over again. And I said, "Hey," wary and on edge and ready to run for my life if he moved.
"If you say 'chan' to me again," he growled, "I'll rip your head off."
I couldn't help it; it had to be said. It was the Devil inside me, I swear! I said, "Whatever you say... Hee-chan!" and then ran like Hell. It just *had* to be said, you see--because he may be the toughest of the tough guys, but I can still run faster scared than he can mad!
The End
(:./yoiko/heechan)
