20 June 2001
to 1x2ML: DON'T KILL ME!!!!
Not your typical fic from me. This is for Rhianna-chan, my imouto, who requested I do a fic to this song. Here's your fic, Rhi-chan. This is really odd for me... really odd indeed. In fact, this is really fucked up for me! Please dun kill me! C&C greatly craved. ::hides from Mi-chan and A-chan:: I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... ::waits for blow::
Pairings: R+1, 90+1, 1+2, 3x2, 4xR, 5x1, 5+2
Rating: R
Warnings: shounen ai, yaoi, hetero, songfic, cabin, lime
Disclaimer: own nothin', never will, i'm all about that.
Notes: I shamelessly claim that this is a buncha bullshit and is for the
hell of it. I've never done this before and i feel like i need to branch
out; this is the result:
he wakes up in the morning
does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
never changes a thing
the week ends the week begins
Perfectly scheduled and organized, was the former Perfect Soldier. As perfect as he ever was during the war, only now his single-minded tenacity was no longer directed toward destruction, but preserving the peace that destruction had won.
Every morning he got up and followed the same step by step routine, never changing a thing. He always woke before the alarm, always cleaned and dressed before going down to the local cafe and having breakfast with his girlfriend, the ever persistent Relena Peacecraft. After ordering the same food he always did, he ate it in a precise military manner then took leave of the restaurant. Always did he offer an elbow to the Vice Foreign Minister that he was assigned, due to his relationship with her, to protect. Never did it change.
she thinks, we look at each other
wondering what the other is thinking
but we never say a thing
and these crimes between us grow deeper
Relena watched her boyfriend curiously. He was still the strong and silent boy she'd found unconscious on that beach years before. She wondered what he was thinking all those long pauses between his simple and often clipped speech. What went through his mind?
Heero wondered likewise; why would a girl like Relena still stay with him when he showed no sign of affection toward her? What was going on in her mind that she would remain his girlfriend through his silence?
Never once did they question their silence between one another, it was something that they just accepted... neither told of the crimes they commuted against them, their relationship, for the crimes were not ones that could be rectified. So as time wore on, their silence a kind of shell holding them together with some silent force, their mental crimes against one another grew deeper.
take these chances
place them in a box until a quieter time
lights down, you up and die
One day, Heero decided he'd had enough of routine and the same thing over and over. He calmly let himself into Relena's office and notified her of his leave. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I need some time... I don't know how long I'll be... I've got a replacement until I come back..." He didn't add 'if I come back' but it was not needed, both understood and both accepted that possibility.
goes to visit his mommy
she feeds him well his concerns he forgets them
and remembers being small
playing under the table and dreaming
Heero packed his things quickly and amscrayed to the first place that came to mind.
Sylvia smiled at him as he sipped from the cup she handed him. "What brings you here, Heero?" she asked, her pretty smile bright.
He shrugged, taking in the well furnished home in which Sylvia lived. "I needed a break from life," he said, placing the tea cup on the coaster next to him. He took a moment to admire the finely crafted end table on which the cup and coaster rested, then turned back to his hostess.
"Well, feel free to stay as long as you like," Sylvia said smiling.
It was weeks before Heero said his farewells and left the beautiful house and the beautiful girl. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and before she could ask if he would change his mind, he hopped in his car and drove off.
take these chances
place them in a box until a quieter time
lights down, you up and diedriving along this highway
all these cars and upon the sidewalk
people in every direction
no words exchanged, no time to exchange and when
all the little ants are marching
red and black antennae waving
they all do it the same
they all do it the same way
Heero drove, looking for something that his heart knew he needed, but his mind had not a clue of. He stopped a little cafe in a little country village north of Paris. The homey air of the place drew him in and the aroma of coffee perking and baguettes baking seemed to sing to him 'please stay.'
He parked his car and sat down at one of the outdoor tables and waited for a waiter. When finally one did come, he was surprised to find the man to be none other than Trowa. "Long time no see," he grunted as the green eyes widened in recognition.
While Heero hadn't changed much other than growing taller, the former HeavyArms pilot had changed quite a bit. His hair was longer and he no longer had that ridiculous bang sticking out and covering half his face. Instead the hair was pulled back into a pony-tail at the nape of the neck. He was taller and had kept his muscles toned. He was also handsomer than Heero recalled and said as much. Trowa smirked and thanked him for the compliment. When the green eyed man brought a hand up to tuck away a fugitive hair, Heero noticed the golden band that encircled his left ring finger.
"Who's the lucky girl, Trowa?" Heero asked, raising an eyebrow. He blinked when Trowa blushed a light pink and muttered something under his breath. He was about to ask him to repeat his response when a familiar tenor caught his ear.
"Tro!" the voice called, then a familiar chestnut adorned head peeked around the doorframe. "Tro~wa--" Duo stopped whatever he was going to say the instant his eyes fell upon Heero. The cobalt blue eyes widened and he raced to capture his friend in a bear hug. "Heero, man, oh, I-- I can't believe-- what are you doing here?!" He asked, releasing the Japanese man from the embrace.
"I'm on a vacation of sorts, roaming," Heero replied, finding his heart aching at the sight of his friend.
"Cool... man, it's a kind of luck that you found us, ne? This place is really out of the way..." Duo chattered on.
Heero looked at the former Shinigami and started. While Duo hadn't grown much, maybe a six or less inches, the once braided boy had cut his hair and now it reached only to his chin in an invert. [1] He started again, feeling his heart tighten, when the boy reached up a hand to tuck the short strands behind his hear. On his finger was not only a wedding band, but an engagement ring... The gears in Heero's head whirled.
"Nah, Heero? You ok, man?" Duo asked, tilting his head and looking at him with concern.
Heero gathered his wits. "You're married?" he asked.
Duo looked at his friend and blinked. "Yeah... We sent invitations, we thought you just declined to come... If you didn't know, I guess you just didn't get the invite... Tro and I we're looking forward--" He stopped mid sentence as Heero looked up, casting a deadly glare at Trowa.
"You... and Trowa?" he asked, his voice quiet.
Duo blinked again, unnerved by the sudden change in his friend. "Yeah--"
He was cut off as Heero turned and stalked over to his car. The engine roared to life, and in less than a second Heero'd backed up then swung the car and headed off at breakneck speed.
candyman tempting the thoughts of a
sweet tooth tortured by weight loss
program cutting the corners
loose end, loose end cut cut
on the fence, not to offend
cut cut cut cut
Duo blinked in surprise of the former Wing pilot's actions. "What the hell...."
Trowa pulled his husband close. "You know, I think he had... still has a thing for you," he murmured to the staring boy. He brushed a kiss over the chestnut topped head and whispered. "And who wouldn't...?"
Duo sighed and turned to face the man he loved. "Dun tempt me, love..." Duo murmured, nuzzling the hollow at the base of Trowa's neck. "We've got customers..."
take these chances
place them in a box until a quieter time
lights down you up and die
lights down you up and die
After having fled Duo's and Trowa's cafe, Heero made his way east. It was not long before he reached the Preventers' Eastern Unit compound. He decided that, since he was out of work with Relena -- she'd phoned him while he was at Sylvia's and informed him that she'd acquired a new boyfriend and bodyguard; Quatre -- he might as well take Wufei up on his offer of a job with the Preventers.
Wufei welcomed him gladly and got him settled with him as a field agent and top Preventer -- since he was a former Gundam pilot.
An unexpected storm caught them unprepared and they had to shelter in a small cabin. Wufei smirked as he rung out his thoroughly soaked t-shirt. He could feel Heero's eyes on his back. The Chinese man had filled out, and his muscled torso bulged with power. He, too, wore his hair different. It was still the same shoulder length, but he wore it loose instead of in the brain numbing pony-tail he'd worn during the war.
Heero's eyes widened when Wufei turned toward his half naked for and walked over to him.
"We both know what we want. We both know he's taken... so why not?" He asked cryptically.
Why not? Heero couldn't think of any reason why not, so soon they were both naked. Heero moaned as Wufei took him and soon they were both spent and exhausted.
Heero looked at his slumbering partner. He couldn't sleep anymore, his thoughts were nagging at him and preventing him peace. He smiled as Wufei smirked in his sleep. Why not? He was tired of running from life. Wufei was offering one he didn't feel pressured or forced into. Why not? After all... Duo couldn't be that much better of a lover than Wufei...
Why not?
Owari
Notes:
[1] This is the way my hair is cut... it's really cute... check out http://www.eve6.com... the cover of Horrorscope is the hairstyle. The girl with the blue hair and eyes going 'shh' ^_^V
[2] Dun kick my ass, I know the fic sucked... Actually, I'm trying to see if
I can write these pairings, since... well... I wanna start writing on them ::hides from 1x2 fans:: So this was my effed up present to Rhianna, one of my partners in crime. For you, Rhi-chan.
(:./willow/ants)
