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"Unspoken Prayers"Written By: Eliza
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, but if anyone
hears that GW is for sale let me know. I'd sell my soul for a chance
at those boys, and definitly make some of the fics I've read, into
episodes. (LOL Just Kidding) Like A Prayer written by Madonna and
Patrick Leonard Length: 1/1 Special Note: Umm, wrote this a
while back for someone here on the board who was going to some version
of "American Idol" Anyway, it's been sitting around gathering
dust in my hard drive, and thought I'd share it with everyone, in
place of Part4 of Healing, which is just giving me to many headaches
to deal with right now. But since I haven't posted anything since
easter,(yah yah I know I gotta work on the sequel to that one too.
*sigh*) any way, hope ya like!!
Unspoken Prayers
Duo Maxwell, was bored. No, not just bored, completely, utterly, going out of his mind insanely bored. The rest of the guys weren't due back from their missions for another few hours, and Duo wandered aimlessly from room to room of the elaborate safe house Quatre had picked out for them. "Weight room, nah" Duo muttered out loud to no one. "TV room, BORING!" he yawned, but going to sleep would mean he'd miss the guys coming in. Stopping outside the music room, Duo paused for a minute then shrugged, "Why not." searching through the CDs Duo paused over some of his own music that Quatre had borrowed. Popping the CD into the stereo, Duo cranked the volume up and moved to the middle of the floor. Of all the things the other guys new about him, they didn't know that he could sing or dance. 'Just didn't seem like an important thing for them to know.' he thought to himself. Sure he sang badly and off key when the guys were around. Partly to bug them and partly to keep from being teased about it, but Sister Helen had spent many hours teaching him how to use his voice, and had let him sing with the choir, that thought brought a small frown to Duo's face, then the opening cords of the first song filled the air and he smiled. "Always makes me think of Heero!" he muttered. Taking a deep breath Duo waited and his voice joined with perfect harmony as the singer started the old contriversal tune. Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
Smiling to himself, Duo thought of his Japanese friend. 'Oh yeah, I definitly like to take him somewhere' his thoughts drifted off as he continued to sing, losing himself in the words and beat of the song. Body swaying and moving to the beat, Duo continued, unaware of his surroundings. Rythm and sound, his only companions, for a few moments, brief as they might be; he could pretend he was a normal teenager, with a secret crush, a boring life and that he'd never heard tell of war, except for in history books. I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
Captivated by the fact that Duo not only had a singing voice but also the sultry way the Deathscyth pilot was moving, Heero found himself leaning against the door frame, commiting every facial feature and subtle body movement to memory. Seeing this side to Duo was bringing many repressed thoughts to the surface. Though he pushed the american away time and again, he regarded Duo as a friend, and perhapes something a bit more. His mind tampped down on that errent thought cruelly *you have no time for emotional distractions*. Though the soldier in him agreed, Heero still couldn't find the strength to leave. Duo's eyes were closed as he turned back toward the doorway, and Heero was suprised to see tears trailing down that beautiful heart shaped face that haunted his dreams. Like a child you whisper softly to me
Eyes still closed Duo brushed an impatient hand across his face. The tears had snuck up on him without warning, tears for Solo, his first friend, tears for the Maxwell Curch, and tears for the love he could never express, to the one person he wanted most.
Sensing rather then seeing the opening of Duo's eyes, Heero hastily exited the room. He didn't want Duo to get angry at him for watching, or even for him to know he'd been watching. The feelings once again shoved to the back of his mind, he paused outside the door, unable to help himself from waiting for the end of the song. Just like a prayer, I'll take you there As the final notes faded Duo shook his head, " It's a dream alright, Maxwell." he growled at himself. "There's no way the 'perfect soldier' could ever care about a no account Street Rat." On the other side of the wall, cobalt eyes widened becoming suspiciously damp, and in a husky voice to low to be heard, Heero answered "It's not a dream, it's a reality. I just can't show you yet koiboito" It's like a dream to me |
