25-May-2001
Title: On A Summer's Day
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, Silent Passion (www.strangeplaces.net/silentpassion)
Category: shonen ai
Pairings: 1+3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Sometime soon, I'll put together a list of the order of these Heero/Trowa fics of mine, but not just yet. This one is set way before anything else, so far. It's what you might call the first bit of flirting. Enjoy!
"Heero?" Trowa called out the door of the hangar to where another boy was scrubbing oil off of his hands with industrial strength hand cleanser, running a hose to rinse the oil and cleanser off.
Looking up, Heero smiled slightly and began to shake off his hands. "Hey, Trowa. Got a towel?"
Trowa glanced at the towel on his shoulder, then back at Heero, admiring the way the sunlight glinted off of his hair and the water droplets that had made their way to his bare shoulders and molded pectorals, dripping down his defined abdomen to collect along the edge of his shorts. "You can use this one. There's a bit of oil on it, but nothing you can't find your way around."
Walking over, Heero plucked the towel off of Trowa's shoulder and began to rigorously rub ever inch of water-inflicted skin. Finally dry, he tossed the towel back to Trowa. "Thanks." He turned around, letting the warm sun caress him. "It's a great day out, isn't it?"
Trowa walked forth, hands wringing at the towel slightly, pulling threads from an already frayed edge. "I guess. It's almost a bit too hot, though. I'm not really fond of warm weather. I *like* wearing long sleeves."
Heero laughed only momentarily. "It's not aerodynamic. But, on our cold missions, there's not much I wouldn't give for something longer that keeps me a bit warmer."
The taller boy merely nodded, his eyes focused on a hawk circling in the sky. "Heero... do you ever wonder how long this will last?" He looked down to his fellow Gundam pilot. "The war, I mean."
Briefly looking into the hangar, Heero motioned for Trowa to follow him. He led the way to a small grassy knoll and spread himself out on the ground, his arms behind his head as a functional, if not comfortable, pillow. Trowa settled down next to him, his arms wrapped around his knees, pulling them to his chest, letting his chin rest on one knee, awaiting his answer. "I think that it will all be over, soon. The way we fight, it all has to end soon. OZ can't support enough soldiers at any given time to be a true threat against the Gundams. The Romafeller Foundation is about to collapse, and OZ will go with it. Any remaining factions will die out shortly thereafter. No matter what, we will be the victors. Though, I think we've got more to worry about as far as what will happen after the war."
Trowa raised his head slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... Well, I always wanted a relationship. When I was only a young boy, I was sent to a daycare for a few weeks. There was a charming little boy there. Knowing only that I liked him, I began to pick flowers for him, bringing him spent ammunition shells that still smelled of gunpowder, telling him all the things my... father, trainer... whomever he was...had said to the women he brought home. I even kissed him behind a tree at recess one day. But, the day after that, I was pulled away by Odin to move away. I never went to a daycare again. I was too busy with target practice and learning how to hack computers and mix chemicals. I thought, at first, that I was being punished for kissing that other little boy and that's why I couldn't have a relationship. I didn't realize that I was wrong until I no longer had an opportunity to be a stupid kid and *have* a relationship."
Trowa broke in, "So, that's why you have Relena now?"
Heero snorted. "No. I have Relena because *she* wants a relationship and because I have reasons that I can't kill her. She's still innocent and naive, and she's a chance at peace. There's another reason, too. I might tell you someday, but not now."
"So, if Relena wasn't so... overbearing, I suppose... would you consider her for a relationship? Not during the war, though."
Heero's laugh lasted a good minute. "No. No, I wouldn't want a relationship with Relena even if she were the embodiment of everything good that a female could be."
"Why not?" Trowa turned his shoe in the dry dirt that peeked up from between two patches of grass.
Clearing his throat, Heero sat up, clutching his own knees. "I don't like women like that. Not even in those few weeks of daycare." He smiled briefly and rose from the ground, dusting off his shorts before walking away.
Trowa reached out a hand after him, but stopped. "Heero?"
Heero paused and turned back to him. "Yes?"
Standing up, Trowa dusted off his jeans and grinned what might have been called rakishly. "I actually came out here to tell you that Relena had called. But, I suppose you'd rather not talk to her even if she were the perfect female. Just so you know, me either."
Perfectly still, Heero blinked, then let one corner of his mouth rise in a pale imitation of the unguarded smiles he occasionally let show through. "I'll keep that in mind." He turned to go again, but stopped himself, looking Trowa in the eye. "I'm getting sort of hungry. I figured I'd go in after a bit and make something to eat. Do you want anything?"
Trowa shook his head, glancing at the ground. "Thanks, Heero. But, I don't need you to do that."
Heero shrugged. "I just figured that since everything I've ever been taught to make was enough for two people, I'd ask. I wouldn't want to waste the food."
Biting his lip casually, Trowa walked closer. "Well, in that case, I guess it would be fine." He let a moment of silence flow between them before continuing. "I'm going to go work on Heavyarms a bit more. Let me know when you're going in so I can start getting everything closed up, will you?"
His response was a curt, "Certainly," and a somewhat smug grin.
Heero walked off, leaving Trowa to absorb the warm sun that had gone unnoticed in his time of conversation. When Heero had retreated into the hangar, Trowa smiled, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "Dinner..." Shaking his head, he made a final remark, "What's next, a movie?" before following Heero, pushing his sleeves up as he went.
Owari. ^__~
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