03-Dec-2000
Disclaimer: You know by now that I don't own GW. The song is by A Perfect Circle.
Y'know, if someone's gonna be non-yaoi, fine, but they don't have to be obnoxious about it. >.<
Well, Shi-chan did a songfic for this, as well... *looks for her* I went and read it after I finished, and mine is entirely different, in beginning, middle, and end.
Everyone needs to get on Napster or something and check out this song. I love it... It's simple but beautiful! Also, does anyone know where I can find the lyrics to 'Hanging on by a Moment' by Lifehouse?
Warnings: Angst and lots of it, Heero being one cold damn bastard... I can tell I'm gonna have to write a lot of sap or something to make up for this.*pokes him* Long, strange extended metaphors and nothing much actually happening.
Pairings: 2+1?
Spoilers: None
Archive: GW Addiction *glomps Tyr*
[Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back]
"Duo Maxwell," he stated, and held his hand out to the other boy. The too-bright blue eyes flicked to the proffered hand, back its owner, then away. So much for formal introductions... From what he'd been able to gather, the pilot of Wing Gundam, named Heero according to blond haired girl who'd taken him to the hospital. [1]
Barely days later, that same pilot was gone... Without so much as an I owe you - he obviously didn't care - as he flew off with many of Deathscythe's needed parts, leaving behind one very angry boy. Leaving with something extra he didn't realize he had.
[A name in your recollection down among a million same]
It crossed his mind frequently - too frequently, in fact; What was Duo Maxwell to Heero Yuy? Simply two words attached to a face, with a slight red flag to note a fellow Gundam pilot? Indexed and cross-indexed by keywords in that vast computer he called a mind? Probably... Hence the brief flash of recognition, quickly taken over by the familiar military blankness.
[Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over]
It hurt too much than it should have to see that uncaring stare not flicker as it scanned through the room, over the view screen, around the hangar, noticing all but not giving a damn about anything if it didn't change his mission.
[When I've looked right through to see you naked and oblivious]
He had his unguarded moments, whether he thought he was perfectly masked or not. Largely just in sleep, but there were times when you could see through the chinks, when Duo could see he was hurt, upset, or even happy. Heero himself was unaware to these cracks, but Duo looked for them, fed off them. Slight moments when the short-haired pilot was ignorant to himself were all that clued Duo to the boy's real motives, real self, when Duo could look straight through those beautiful eyes, past his own reflection, and see Heero.
[And you don't see me]
But he knew at the same time, those moments were not mutual. That days, weeks, passed and the Wing pilot remained oblivious to all but the most superficial things about his braided partner. That Duo had left himself open more times than he could count, but the other boy never noticed. That Heero Yuy couldn't have cared less about Duo Maxwell had they both never existed.
[But I threw you the obvious just to see]
Yet he continued, chatter about whatever weather they were having or whatever sports team happened to be playing, mindless banter to fill up time and the void between the two, to see if anything registered to the cold boy.
[If there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy]
But nothing ever changed in the distant brightness that observed all but reacted to none, too flat too be alive. His eyes told volumes in their nothing... As far as Duo knew, they shared a somewhat common past, but Heero's was oh so much more heart wrenching. For while Duo had survived all he'd held dear, at least he was still human. That had been taken away from the other pilot, leaving him the dead eyes of someone weathered, beaten, and far too mature for fifteen years.
[Here I am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded]
Maybe he wanted too much of the other, for someone to care after all semblance of humanity had been beaten out of him with his own failures. His soul was a gaping wound bandaged too tight but never healing, treated with salt. Pulling would do nothing but widen the gash, tear the fragile bonds holding him in, the mission he clung to as some semblance of sanity.
[But I see through it all and see you]
But maybe... Maybe that was what he needed, for the gangrene of the past he couldn't escape to be purged. All one had to do was watch, and Heero Yuy was more than he seemed. One more worthy of affection he somehow gained but from an outside perspective didn't seem to deserve. At least, if one looked hard enough, which it appeared he'd spent all his time recently doing.
[So I threw you the obvious]
So tried more, hinting less subtly than was normal to Heero that he wanted to see him more, was trying to figure him out, to understand. Looks that bordered on staring as the Wing pilot simply stared back, not caring or not understanding, it wasn't clear.
[To see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy]
He was trying as hard as he could to work into those traitorous cracks, to begin to comprehend what made Heero the way he was, what amount of pain and training had made him into the sentient machine he seemed to be. To try and empathize with whatever had deadened those vivid, intelligent eyes, apathetic to what he was trying to save.
[Oh well apparently nothing]
Fruitless efforts, by what they had gained him. The intense blue remained flat, a contradiction to their beauty every time any flash of humanity was quelled.
[Apparently nothing at all]
He was giving up... He felt himself break every those eyes turned their dazzling indifference upon him, knew he was getting nowhere whenever they looked away immediately. Every effort was being deflected with ease and unconcern, the eyes remained a silent, hard testament to suffering.
[You don't see me you don't see me at all]
He remained nothing, a blip among billions who happened to be similarly armed, maybe even one Heero fought for. Heero didn't know him, anymore than he knew anyone else he strode coolly past. If asked, he probably wouldn't even know what color Duo Maxwell's eyes were, what games he liked to play, even though a good portion of his life was presently spent in Duo's company. If Heero felt anything for him, or anyone else, he hid it deeper than Duo could dig... Maybe he'd have to keep digging.
Owari
Hmm... Well, I left the possibility for something happy to happen! So there! ^^
That was really short, and really quick. Even so, I've been writing an abnormally large amount lately. o.0 And I write weird. *shrugs*
Notes:
[1] I assumed Relena took him, we don't really know. Maybe he flew.
Only one note... Means I don't think there's a lot I have explaining to do for! ^^v BIKUTORIIII!!!! *coughs*
Ryan Harbin
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