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"Do You"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: R Warnings: Angst, violence, language Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Short little fluff for day one of the 1x2x1 week: During the War. A/N: For the 1x2x1 Week, organized by the glorious
Miss Murdered, for her, I will happily write 1x2x1. For Day 1, October
6: During the War. And I apologize, because I kind of struggle with
writing the guys as 15 year olds so… It's not my best work. "Do You" "I've seen this
once before. The environmental controls malfunctioned and it started
to… snow. 'Course it didn't stick - the surfaces were all too
warm. Melted and flooded some of the areas we had our shelters in.
My clothes were wet for fucking weeks afterwards." Despite his negative
words, there was a hint of fondness in Duo's voice, and Heero had
to wonder at that. Was it fondness for the event itself, or other
memories of his youth? Heero wouldn't ask. They had snuck out
of their dorm rooms to plant explosive charges at the Mt. Smith Base
and were now walking back to their boarding school on foot. Snow had
started to fall on their way inside the base, and by now a thick white
carpet blanketed the forest around them. Duo didn't talk about
his past much, at all now that Heero thought about it, and he wondered
why he had the urge to share this information with Heero now. When they were in
sight of the campus grounds, Duo pulled out the remote detonator and
keyed in the code that would ignite their explosives. A moment passed,
and then a distant boom of thunder and an orange glow illuminated
the sky to the south. "Mission Accomplished,
right?" Duo said and offered Heero a weary smirk. Heero nodded. Mission
accomplished. Snow caught on Duo's
bangs and eyelashes and as it melted on his skin it looked like tears. "Dunno when
I'll see you next," Duo said as they helped each other over the
high security gate around the school property. That startled Heero. "My next mission
is… probably not anywhere near yours," Duo grinned as he
caught himself. It was better if they knew less about each other.
That way, if they did break under interrogation, they wouldn't endanger
each other. For some reason,
Heero felt anger at Duo's words. He examined that. Shouldn't he be
glad they would finally be assigned separate missions? It had felt
like they paths had crossed far too often in the months since they
had first met. And while Heero could now admit that Duo was…
competent, he didn't want to work with him, didn't want to rely on
him. But he didn't want
to say goodbye either. They both hesitated
at the entrance to their dorm, and Duo kicked up a bit of snow with
his boots. It reminded Heero of something. "' Ro? Are you
injured? Shit, buddy, I didn't -" "I'm fine,"
Heero interrupted him. "Um, you fell
down on the snow." "I noticed." "Any reason
why?" "Snow angels." "What? Are you
sure you're not injured?" Heero glared at him
and then realized that Duo really didn't know what he was talking
about. So he demonstrated, spreading his arms and legs wide several
times before he stood up and cautiously stepped back towards Duo. "Oh." Duo's
voice was somewhere between wonder and amusement. They stood side by
side for a moment and looked at the indention in the snow. "Didn't know
you cared about angels," Duo murmured. "I don't."
Heero admitted. Duo nodded and looked
over at Heero again. "You're fucking
weird, Heero." He felt his lips
twitch into a smile at that. Duo had called him a lot worse before. "Do you want
to build a snowman?" Duo stared at him. "It doesn't
have to be a snowman," Heero added. Duo snorted a laugh. "Well I don't
think we can make it a snow-Gundam. Might be too obvious. Better make
it a snowman." An hour later they
surveyed their handy-work. Duo had sacrificed his scarf and Heero
had donated his fur lined hat. It looked… vaguely like a snowman.
Neither one of them had much of a future as sculptors, Heero was forced
to conclude. "Don't die,
okay?" Duo requested, his voice soft, his words harsh in the
stillness of the night. Heero caught his
hand as he started to walk away and pulled him back. Duo regarded him
cautiously, as though ready to fight or run at any moment. "We need to
make a better snowman next time." Duo stared at him
in shock for a moment and then he nodded. "Yeah. Maybe
I'll try one of those snow angels too." ~ * ~ |
