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" Apology - Acknowledged ? "Written By: CalicOcat Life With Heero Arc fic 11 Genre: Angst, Friendship Pairings: None yet Rated: PG-13 Warnings: AU, OOC, Swearing Archives: At Mediaminer.org under Calic0cat. Anyone
with archive permission for my other fics can help themselves; anyone
else, please ask. Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This story is. Nuff said. Notes: The arc begins between one and two years after Endless Waltz. Heero POV in this story. 'Thinking' "Speaking" ************ Time passing or scene change Author's Notes: This is the first in an arc of stories. I don't know for sure how many stories there will be or how often I'll be posting them. The length of each story in the arc will vary, anywhere from ficlet to multi-part. Warnings will vary from story to story as well, as will the genre. Pairings will probably eventually make their way in, but it will be quite a while since the first half dozen or so stories are drafted out and there's no real indication of pairings in them as of yet. Feedback is appreciated.
Apology - Acknowledged ? Arc fic 11 Heero stiffened as he heard the phone ring. It was probably *her* again, making her daily "I want to apologize" call. He really didn't want to talk to her. He certainly wasn't ready to forgive and forget. In fact, he didn't know if he could even honestly *accept* her apology. After all her assurances that he would have a place with her for as long as he liked, he wasn't finding it very easy to forgive her for telling him that if he wasn't prepared to have a relationship with her then he no longer had a place there and she never wanted to see him again. That betrayal left him wondering just how many other things she had said that she would go back on just as easily in a fit of temper. Was all her talk of peace just an empty sham? He didn't know for sure, but her actions had certainly left him wondering. Was Relena's word worthless? And how many other supposed "friends" were just like her? Was friendship itself just an empty word? Though he supposed that he probably shouldn't let himself
wonder that so easily. His assumption of the worst in that small argument
he and Duo had had yesterday could have led him to make a serious
mistake. And now here he was, too damn cowardly to face Relena, letting his best friend bear the burden of deflecting her persistent inquiries. Sighing, Heero dropped his head into his hands for a moment, then, raised it with a look of determination on his face. Okay, so he wasn't ready to accept Relena's apology. He could at least hear her out and basically let her know that he'd let her know when he was ready to talk to her again. Maybe then she'd leave Duo in peace at least most evenings. She would probably still call sometimes since she was supposed to be Duo's friend as well, but surely she wouldn't keep up this constant nagging. As he stalked towards the living room, Heero paused at the vehement force of Duo's voice. "Relena, you have no idea just how bloody damn
bad you fucked up! The rest of Heero's friends are going to be dealing
with your lovely little legacy of distrustfulness for god only knows
how long, thank you *very* much! He and I had a little spat over the
fuckin' *laundry* yesterday and I unthinkingly said that I hated it
when he got like that, meaning so totally anal over something so unimportant,
before I stormed off to cool down. A few minutes later, I realized
how he *might* have taken it and came back at a run, just in time
to Just as he was about to step onto the stair, the phone rang again. "Oh *fuck*," Duo breathed raggedly, then answered the call only to be greeted by a stream of mixed English and Mandarin, so fast and jumbled that Heero couldn't make out more than an occasional word from where he was. "'Fei," Duo started, then gave up as the Chinese teen continued to rant. "Wufei," he tried again a moment later with no noticeable effect. Heero flinched as Duo finally roared, "Chang Wufei, shut the *fuck* up and listen to me!!" Dropping to a very soft, very deadly, very pissed off whisper, Duo continued, "You have absolutely *no* fuckin' idea what is going on here, Chang. I do not have the time or the energy to deal with Relena or with her damn righteously aggrieved defender right now. If you're so fuckin' concerned with her damn feelings, keep her the hell out of my way for a while. Now *fuck off*." A loud crash indicated that Duo had probably just either thrown something at the vidphone or thrown the vidphone itself. Belatedly scrambling for the stairs, Heero managed to make it up them, turn around, and come back down a bit noisily, calling, "Duo? What was that noise? Are you alright?" "Uh, yeah, just knocked the phone off the table," Duo called back in a slightly strained voice. "Just keep looking for those engine parts, would ya? I've tapped out my regular suppliers, it's startin' to look like we'll have to have them custom-made if you can't find'em online someplace." "Okay," Heero responded, turning and climbing the stairs again. 'Dammit, I might have hurt him almost as bad as Relena hurt me. He's really upset.' Staring at his laptop screen, Heero came to a decision. He was going to have to make a bigger effort to meet Duo halfway. Whether it was something as simple as going grocery shopping together or as difficult as calling Relena and allowing her to offer her apology. Though he still only intended to acknowledge it. Not accept it. ################################################# |
