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"Waiting for Shinigami"Written By: Dragonmistress_7 Disclaimer: I do not own them with a fox, I do
not own them in abox. I do not own them on Tuesday, I borrow them
so we can play. Ido not own Gundam Wing, don't sue me, I don't own
anything! Rating: Eventually, NC-17, for now, like, G? Warnings: OOC, Eventual lemon (1x2)temporarily
POV Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: The war is finished and time has passed. Heero is sent to find Duo and try to convince him to join Preventer but somewhere along the way feelings change Notes: Kind of strange fic that wouldn't leave
me alone. I don'tthink it will be too long. Not my normal stuff, but
a good start, Ihope. Will set up shrines to all who give feedback.
(winces) soften
Waiting for Shinigami
Chapter 1 Things change. This seems like a fairly obvious statement, but you'd be surprised by how little people take notice of that change. It's like our minds can't imagine that anything we personally have not affected can be different. An ultimate narcissism. But wars end, boys become men, perfect soldiers falter without a war to fight. Things become better or worse or both at the same time. The last is what happened to me. Better because the war was over, the ultimate mission accomplished. Worse, because I was not in any way prepared to live in normal, peaceful, safe universe. There are only two things a Perfect Soldier can do in that situation. He can die, or he can become imperfect. I chose the scary one. It took a lot of time. Three years and some change, actually. I got a regular, normal job, rented an apartment, and visited a shrink every week. I learned to talk to people, to function in society, to smile, and eventually to laugh. Then, after more than three years, something amazing happened. I got completely, totally, out-of-my-skull bored. I wanted to go somewhere, to do something. I wanted a life. My shrink said I was cured. She told me I could go anywhere, do anything, be anybody, and I believed her. I was ready. I was clueless. Old habits die hard. I ran into Wufei, completely by
accident. We had dinner, and he told me Preventers could use somebody
like me. The new me, I knew he meant, the man who had greeted him
warmly with real pleasure, but still had that glint in his eye and
strength in his handshake. The perfect balance between The second thing I discovered was that I had friends. Wufei, Sally, a few of the others who weren't afraid of me, all stuck close those first few weeks, trying to make sure I didn't revert back to my old self and start shooting people, I guess. Slowly, they began to drift away, except for Wufei and Sally. They just backed off, but never really left. Soon we were grabbing dinner together after work, helping each other with projects, both professional and personal, or just congregating at somebody's apartment, just so we wouldn't have to be alone. They were my friends. It was to them, late one night, that I told the secret regret I hadn't even been able to reveal to my psychiatrist. My tiny circle of friends expanded. Lady Une was after the three remaining holdout Gundam pilots to join Preventers. Quatre came to discuss it with her, Trowa in tow. Trowa had "worked for" Quatre since the war's end and would do whatever the little blonde did concerning the organization. I don't think either of them realized how they were hurting each other, being in each other's company without being really together. I didn't want them to have regrets like me. I even went so far as to insist they stay with me during their visit so they would have to share the guest room. Other than making Quatre slightly embarrassed and Trowa quite grouchy, I don't know that anything came of it, though. Une is a genius, because before long, Quatre and Trowa were joining Preventers and moving into the same apartment complex I was in, as roommates, no less. Quatre was tired of dealing with his family's business, and turned it over to some of his more competent sisters. The pair fit into our group like they had always been there and really maybe they had. It made me wonder… Things were pretty standard for a while, but then one day the call came through. The 02 pilot had been found. He was resisting efforts to contact him. He didn't want to talk. Une scrutinized us very, very carefully, and then she sent me. I don't know why, or what she expected me to do, but she sent me. I made the call a personal one when I told Duo I was coming. I don't know if he'll meet me at the shuttle station, but I've decided to give him a chance. Like so many times before, I'm waiting for Shinigami. ~ * ~ |
