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"Approval"Written By: Persephone Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing so the
following characters do not belong to me. The storyline does but the
basis for it is given freely to whoever else wishes to speak out against
Bush’s decision and the decision of the Catholic Church. The
following is blatant support of homosexuality, gay marriage, and gay
adoption. These are my personal feelings laid out in writing and I
am proud to present them to the world. So, if you feel uncomfortable
reading them, then I suggest you don’t because any flames will
be ignored. Opinions and reviews are, as always, welcomed and appreciated Rating: R Warnings: Yaoi, bastard president riding on his
high horse alongside the bastard Pairings: 1x2 Approval
Duo Maxwell sank lower into the comfortably worn couch
as channel 12, ABC news, blasted through the apartment. The sun had
gone below the trees quietly and without notice from the young man
who watched the television avidly. Lamps remained unlit and the overhead
light fixture stayed dark as dusk turned to night and the sun was
replaced with a heavy cloud covering. No moon shone tonight, no stars
twinkled merrily from their haven. Thunder sounded ominously from
the distance as a storm already surged through Duo’s soul. “ ‘I believe a marriage is between a man and
a woman, and I think we ought to codify that one way or another,’
as quoted from President Bush’s speech from Wednesday. Furthermore,
a Vatican twelve page document specifying on the evils of gay marriage
and gay adoption was released with Pope John Paul II’s approval.
It declares gay marriage unsanctified and impure; evil and that gay
adoption harms a child rather than helps the child grow to become
a more stable, well-rounded human being.” The Newscaster droned on to a different subject but
the rest of the news program was lost to Duo’s ears as he sat,
stunned, watching everything he had worked for; hoped for crumble
and fall. The pain was blinding, startling in it’s intensity
and he gripped the edge of the couch viciously, knuckles turning white
from the strain. He wanted to leap off the couch, punch walls, doors,
cabinets, to scream as the crushing blow threatened to destroy him.
So lost was he in his anguish, that he didn’t register
the door opening, didn’t notice when soft footsteps approached
him, the beat steady and measured. He noticed neither the couch sinking
under another person’s weight nor the warm hand that touched
his shoulder. He only tore himself away from the echoes of the newscast
when callused hands turned his head to meet tender blue eyes, when
comforting fingers wiped tears from his cheeks he hadn’t known
were falling from his wide, devastated eyes; the violet dark and shadowed
with pain. “Did you hear?” Heero nodded and Duo’s
fists uncurled from where they clenched the cushion. His fingers ached
as blood rushed to them again but he ignored the tingling in favor
of cupping Heero’s hands in his own, pulling them from his cheeks
to press against his heart. “Guess we have to cancel our wedding plans for
December, ne?” his trembling voice ruined the poor attempt at
a joke. Heero shook his head and scooted closer to his lover. “Iie, Duo. Our wedding is for us. You and me to
symbolize our love. Not for those close-minded jerks on television.
I don’t care what they think,” He said softly and pressed
a tender kiss to the crown of Duo’s head. Fresh tears spilled from Duo’s eyes as he squeezed
them tightly shut, “Then, why does it hurt this much, Heero?
Why can they still hurt us after all they’ve already done to
us?” Heero’s own eyes ached with unshed tears as he
wrapped his arms around Duo and pulled him tightly against him. He
buried his face in his lover’s hair, treasuring the feel of him
in his arms. How could something that felt so good; so right, be wrong?
Duo pressed his face against Heero’s neck, wrapped
his own arms as tightly as those holding him around Heero’s waist. “We’re human, right, Heero? Not abominations,
not monsters, not evil.” Oh, Duo. The anger staggered Heero, burned in him as
he held his shaking lover. Damn those bastards to hell for making
Duo cry, for making him hurt, for making him question if their love
was right. “No, love, no. We’re not monsters. What we have
is beautiful and good. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened
to me. True love, Duo, is what we have; what we share.” Duo nodded in agreement and was soothed by the calming
strength of his love. As the shaking subsided, one burning question
echoed in his mind that cried to be voiced; to be given an answer. “Then, why do they treat us like we are?”
And because Heero had no answer, no reason to justify
the pain and the cruelty, he merely tightened his hold on his lover
and rocked him in the darkness. I love you... ~ * ~ Author’s final note- I have, to be honest, never
been angrier or more horrified in my life than sitting in front of
my television watching the news on July 31st. This is just one outlet
I grabbed at. The other was ranting and raving to anyone who would
listen so I could refrain from writing awful letters to the Pope and
the President. I understand that this would have put me at their low
level, however, I also understand how damn satisfying it would have
been if I had. I just have one more thing to say before I let you
go. ALL LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL. |
