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"A Time for Us"Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Romance/Tragedy, Angst, yaoi, lemon, language, violence, blood feud, forbidden love Pairings: 1x2, others Summary: The Maxwells and Yuys are two powerful
noble families that have been fighting for generations. Heero and
Duo are no exception. However, one fateful night changes everything
for the young heirs-a Romeo and Juliet tale with a twist. " A Time for Us"
The Haven of My Mind Heero stared out across the several-hundred-mile stretch of forest and grassy meadows surrounding the vast Yuy estate. Most of this land his family owned and tended themselves, with the Yuy Manor right in the center. At the moment it all seemed so far. So small. Tonight, there was a special on the net. It would be broadcasted across most of the frequencies, and it had made his family very angry. Damia Maxwell had taken over most of the net to speak out against the blood feud. The basis of her show was how well the two worked together, as evidenced by the fact that this country was the most well-protected in the world. Resting his chin in his hand, Heero briefly glanced down when he heard the window open. "Heero?" his sister called. "Why do you like sitting on the roof? What if you fell?" Heero shrugged minutely. "Then I guess I would fall," he said quietly. "Phylia, what do you think of Damia Maxwell?" There was a long, long pause. So long, in fact, that Heero stirred and looked at her. His sister's face was troubled. Phylia was one year older than Damia, so the two had never gone to school together, and as far as Heero knew they'd never met. Finally she blinked. "I guess I don't know how to answer that," she said eventually. "I certainly don't have her drive. I could never abide politics." Which, Heero thought distantly, wasn't an answer to his question. But then, he could sympathize. He couldn't stand politics either. He didn't know anyone who could. Most just tolerated it because they wanted to make a difference somehow. So he climbed in the window and stood in his room. "I'm going to do some homework," he said. Phylia nodded. "I was just wondering if you were hungry. If you are let me know, I'll bring you some dinner." "Thanks," Heero murmured, flipping open his laptop and bringing up the net. As soon as Phylia left him alone, Heero sent a request for a private conversation to Shinigami. He didn't know if his new e-space friend would be on, but if he was he would receive the invitation. He didn't feel like thinking about anything right now. As he waited he found himself wondering what Shinigami really looked like. His mask and costume had completely concealed his face. Including his hair. That had been the requirement for the masquerade. No one could know anyone else's true identity. Heero could settle for that. For now. So far, he had so much in common with Shinigami it was only a matter of time before he couldn't hold back his desire to really meet him anymore. His laptop dinged. Shinigami had accepted his invitation. Smiling faintly, Heero opened a conversation bubble. I was worried you wouldn't be online, he typed. I was doing homework, actually, came the reply. Shinigami's font was a wonderful archaic one, colored blood red. It suited him. That's what I'm pretending to do, Heero typed, grinning a little. It's one of those nights when I just don't feel like doing homework. I'm glad you're on, Shinigami typed. I had the day from hell. So, since last time I talked all about myself, it's your turn now. What's your favorite color? Food? And do you like satin better or silk? Silk, Heero typed, snorting softly. Is that important, dark one? Why, yes. You can tell a great deal about a person by what types of fabric they wear. Pretentious people wear velvet, flashy people wear satin, and truly dangerous ones wear silk. Truly dangerous? Yes. Silk is more subdued than satin or velvet, but just as luxurious, Shinigami explained. So a person who wears silk is wealthy, yet wise enough not to draw attention to it. Heero couldn't help it and chuckled. I see. And which do you prefer? Satin, came the prompt reply. It just feels great against my skin, you know? And before you say it, yes. I'm a very flashy person. I can't help it. I like being the centre of attention! I don't know why, but that suits you, too. There's nothing wrong with that. Enough about me! More about you! Don't make me throw an e-tantrum! Heero smiled. Don't do that. I would hate to have to give you an e-spanking. I bet you wouldn't. No, we'd both probably enjoy that too much. All right. My favorite color is blue. I prefer silver to gold, actually, though on some people gold just works better. Like you. I would say gold suits you far more than silver. That's because it's flashier. Is that what it is. Makes sense. As for my favorite food, I'm not crazy about food. I eat to live. Oh! That's unfortunate. I live to eat, and I love food! It's a good thing, too, because I eat like a horse. Want to know my personal favorite? My one true vice? My most terrible weakness? I swear I will never divulge it to anyone. Good. Because if you do, I will harvest your soul! I simply LOVE chocolate cheesecake. And it's the best with raspberry or blackberry syrup drizzled over the top and a pretty swirl of whipped cream. A fat little cherry tops off the ensemble nicely. I would probably sell my soul to the devil for one of those! Oh wait. I AM the devil! Heero leaned back in his chair, chuckling. God of death does not devil make. You, in your shiny silver armor and lovely sword, you were the perfect opposite to my darkness, WingZero. You must be the god of light. Yes, my counterpart and true equal in all things. God of light, hm? I like that. So, what are you doing right now? Watching the holonet. Not much on right now, sadly. At least tonight's program should be educational. There was a pause, and Heero imagined his faceless companion watching the net. Then the bubble showed more dialogue. What do you think of her? Damia Maxwell? Yeah. It was Heero's turn to pause. His new friend could be one of two people. He could be a Yuy sympathizer who was looking for a fellow to thrash Damia. Or he could be a Maxwell sympathizer waiting for a negative response to break their budding relationship. He settled on a neutral response. I think her ideas are sound, he typed. That was the truth. She's certainly very smart, and given her arguments a great deal of time and thought. I can also respect her dedication. Me, too! She never attacks or gets defensive. Tell you the truth, I honestly wish more people would listen to her and feel her ideas are good ones. I don't like the constant state of unease. It's like everyone's just waiting for the shit to hit the fan. At that, Heero burst into laughter. Seldom could anything make him laugh out loud. I genuinely, sincerely like you, Shinigami, he typed. You actually make me laugh. It's such a dark time no one has the will to laugh anymore. Way, way too true, came Shinigami's response. I think that's why I try so hard to be bright and cheerful, you know? Which makes no sense since I'm the god of death . . . Snorting, Heero brought up the holonet frequencies that broadcasted live. There was Damia Maxwell's pretty face, her hazel-green eyes hard with determination. This was an open-ended interview with several of her fellow Counselors, them asking questions and allowing her to answer. ". . . and anymore it's a matter of differences," she was saying. "I think most people are just looking for something to believe in. In that, we are so, so similar." Are you looking for something to believe in, Wing? Shinigami's query popped up. Heero blinked. Yeah, he typed. I think I am. I think I always have been. It's hard to hold onto that hope when there's so much . . . fear. I know. That's why I keep hoping Damia will convince both the Maxwells and the Yuys that there's no reason to fight. Not now. Not ever. I don't like conflict. Me, neither, Heero agreed. Me neither.
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