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"Angel by my side"Written By: Lisa-chan Disclaimer: The Gundam Boys are not mine, they’re
just free to use my mind as a hentai playground. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Shounen ai, sap, fluff Pairings: 1+2 Summary: It’s Christmas. Because of work,
Heero is apart from his lover, Duo. He takes the time to think back
about the time they met, and their relationship that had started after
that. Author’s note: This fic was inspired by a
song called “Angel by my side”. It’s from a Dutch female
singer called Do. She’s very pretty and has a very beautiful
voice. I strongly recommend downloading the song. It’s wonderful
and it gives you a warm, Christmassy feeling ^_^. You can find it
easily with Kazaa Lite. If you can’t find it there, or don’t
have that program, I can *try* uploading it to Streamload, but I’m
not very familiar with that site. Thank you Shennie for the beta reading!
"Angel by my side" In this life we all search for something I feel like I’ve been dreaming for the past four years, and like, five days ago, I’ve woken up again. You slept next to me, all close to me. I burrowed into your warmth, your strong arms, your long, silky hair. Now my bed is cold, and lonely. My heart is too. I wonder when I’ll fall asleep again. I’m tired, so tired of waiting. I want to continue that dream. My life hadn't been very good before I knew you. I was trained to be a human robot. My dreams were of Dr. J, kicking me in the dirt, robbing me of my emotions. Or reaching that one, unknown goal. That first shot you gave me as a greeting was like a burst of heaven’s light. You picked me up from the dirt, gave me back my emotions. And now, I had reached that goal. In my mind I’ve played and replayed that scene a hundred times. I smile at it now. Fools we were, showing our feelings by shooting each other. Or was it just because we didn’t recognize those feelings, were confused by them, maybe even feared them? I know you were just doing what you were told to, just like I always did. You were on a mission after all and the only reason I didn’t reciprocate, was because I was too distracted by your beauty. Perhaps the pain of the bullet grazes was the trigger I needed to jerk me from the dead and cold assassin I was, back to the world of the living. I don’t know how I had lived before that moment you said that you wanted me. How I existed. You have no idea just how close J was to completely destroying my emotional half. Thank you for having rescued me. That’s odd, I didn’t know they had angels in hell. Maybe only the ones for who the doors of heaven had been kept closed. God must’ve been blind to the good in you. But I’m not. I know you are my angel. Blatantly shut out of heaven. I snort at that. Who says you need heaven when you yourself *are* heaven? It shows in your eyes. And if that’s not good enough for God, then he is an extremely stupid man. Or maybe it’s yet another sign of proof to me that God doesn’t exist at all. My Angel of Death. You kill, that’s what you do. Yes, you have already killed me more times than I can count in these four years we've been together. But this time the scene of the crime was no longer a battle field. It was our bed. You killed me fiercely, spectacularly, softly too sometimes, in a way that only you can. You made me see much further than just the heaven in your eyes. It was wonderful; and every time I was reborn into a fresh, new person that loved you more and more. Albeit, I have to admit, a bit tired sometimes. And I must say, it was refreshing to see that heaven after having seen all those hellish war scenes. That’s what you, my fierce, spectacular, soft
lover, do to me. I hate times like these. But it’s part of our job, I guess. You had to go on a solo mission. The good-byes had been painful. It was like one of those movie scenes, with that cheesy piano music in the background. You didn’t know how long it would take. One thing I do know is that I miss you. You’ve already been gone for five days and today, Christmas eve, you’re still not home. Our friends have offered to keep me company, but I know that you could come home at any moment. And when you come back. Oh man… I hate being separated from you. You know I’m not the kind of guy who stays home alone and waits for you like a good little housewife. But… Ah, the inevitable, 'but'. Fate, sophisticatedly disguised as Lady Une, had been cruel. She had set up a mission here for me as well. Like she’d done it on purpose. I had tried to convince her - okay, had groveled and begged - for her to let us do the mission together and send Wufei on the other one, hell, we both had. But darn it, that woman can be damn stubborn.
All I have is a picture of you and a videotape of our first Christmas together where you apparently found it amusing, half drunk and completely naked, to dance on the table for me. Don’t get me wrong, I found it amusing too. Later on, I took you on that same table, between the left over turkey and the empty plates of our chocolate dessert. It really is a pity we didn’t tape that. See, these are the kind of thoughts that I have to keep me warm now. But I’m getting tired. I have watched some TV and drunk some wine. I stare at my cell phone. I feel like calling you, just to know where you are, what you’re doing, if you’re heading home yet. Then I realize, I can’t. We’ve been calling too much this past week, and now I’m out of money. It’s killing me not being able to hear your voice. So instead I’ve watched more TV, drunk more wine, but in general I’ve just been staring through the window to the street outside where some people are on their way to the Midnight Mass. Every time I see movement my heart jumps and my eyes search frantically for a chestnut braid and gleaming purple eyes. Nothing. But still I'll wait until midnight. Then I’ll go to bed. I drink some more, stare some more, hope some more, and eventually I hear the bells of the church announcing the beginning of Mass. You’re still not here. It’s Christmas. I close my eyes, and I can almost feel your presence next to me, hear you whisper in my ears. “Merry Christmas, Duo,” I whisper back. And I know that somewhere, for a brief moment, you are doing the same. In my soul I never will be lonely You will give me your love. Yourself. I am jerked from my thoughts as I hear a car door slamming shut. Looking out of the window, I see a soft purplish Corolla, the 27th generation, and I rub my eyes to make sure it’s really there. It is. You’re home. Finally. I dash to the door to welcome you, and you smile as I fling my arms around you and drag you into the house. “Duo,” I breathe, choking on tears. “God, I’ve missed you.” “Merry Christmas to you too, sweetie,” you chuckle. My only answer to that is to get down on one knee and retrieve the little velvet box from my breast pocket. It’s a joy to witness how your eyes, big as they are, grow even bigger, and I can almost see the sparkling gold of the ring I’m holding in front of you reflected in them. “Heero?” I have to swallow before I speak again. My mouth is suddenly very dry. “Marry me, Duo?” Your smile at that moment surely must’ve been one of the most brilliant things I’ve ever seen. “Yes”, you say, and I melt into your loving embrace, your deep kiss. So, whilst there maybe nothing under the Christmas tree, I know that in less than ten seconds, I will be lying under you. The end. |
