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"Thirty One Days "Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles,
Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge Pairings: Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell,
Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles
for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted
and rating may be subject to change. "Thirty One Days " Chapter 6: Learning to Live
Turning eighteen was something Heero never thought he'd experience. Yet, here he was, enduring chummy thumps on the back from friends he never thought he'd have. It was strangely surreal and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Civilian life was surreal. He felt ridiculously out of place, an alien among his own kind. He'd been toasted and sung to, blowing out eighteen flickering candles wedged into a cake larger than he ever thought was possible. His stomach churned with alcohol and sugar, a combination he was not accustomed to. It left him slightly queasy and he shifted in his chair, raising the champagne flute to his mouth at Duo's prompting despite not liking the dizzy feeling it gave him. He did what was expected of him, as he always did. The perfect little solder. His mouth curled into smiles he didn't quite feel and he thanked people for things he didn't really need. "Are you okay?" Relena had sensed his discomfort as had Quatre and they did their best to buffer the impact of the overly-boisterous guests who seemed to have no regard for personal space. Heero appreciated that and nodded, trying to reassure with a smile though he really just wanted to retreat to a dark, empty room and curl up into a ball. He didn't know if he'd ever get used to this and wished, not for the first time, that he could be more like Relena, or Quatre, or even like Duo. He could only hope, with time, he would learn to live the life that had been stolen from him.
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