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"Convincing Relena... Again"Written By: Persephone Disclaimer: Sadly, I cannot claim to own the phenomenon
called Gundam Wing but if I did...rest assured yaoi would be prevalent
throughout! Rating: PG15 for swearing and romantic relationships Warnings: Yaoi relationship, Relena-heart-crushing,
slight angst, more sap! Pairings: 1+2 Summary: Heero struggles to convince Relena exactly
why they don’t belong together while Duo waits for him to come
"home". Convincing Relena... again
“...and then we can gather the flowers, lilacs
of course, for the party afterwards and of course, the cake will have
to have ten tiers with all of our hundreds and hundreds of guests
coming...” He sighed inwardly as Relena continued chattering about
her perfect wedding. She conveniently forgot about her pretend groom.
Heero was still struggling to find a way to convince Relena that he
didn’t love her, had never loved her and would never, ever (could
he stress it anymore?) love her. Ever. She just wasn’t his type.
“Heero! Heero Yuy, are you even listening to a
word I’m saying?! Goodness me, what am I ever going to do with
you once we’re married? What will people think of us; of me!
A woman who can’t control her husband...it will turn down to
not controlling her employees and then servants and then finally her
children!! We need to have a talk right now about what I expect from
you so we can begin to fix this little habit of yours of staring off
into space and then-“ Heero pushed back his chair from the overly-large mahogany
dining table located in the center of the flamboyantly decorated dining
room in which one would go insane trying to eat a peaceful meal. He
stood and placed his hands flat on the table to keep from fisting
them. It was now or never, he thought grimly. “That’s just it, Relena. I don’t want
to marry you; I never have! I was coerced into doing this by your
devious brother so that you would stay obliviously happy and leave
him alone so he could put the world back together after he tried to
destroy it. But I can’t take it anymore! You’re driving
me insane with your inane chatter and your single-mindedness. For
Christ’s sake, how can you talk about a cake like it’s the
most important thing in the world? Do you know how many starving children
or families you could feed with that stupid, stupid ten-tiered cake?
No! Do you know why? Because people like you,” he paused for
a breath and pointed a finger under her nose, “don’t think!” Heero shoved his way around his chair, knocking it over
in the process, and began to pace. “Did it ever occur to you
that maybe, just maybe, I don’t want hundreds of people to see
me married? Or that I don’t even like cake? And I’m allergic
to lilacs? No? Maybe because you never took the time to get to know
me. You just see what you want to see, not what is really there.”
He stopped his pacing and whirled to face her. Relena sat in shock, her mouth open while she collected
her thoughts. Finally, she stood up, too and walked to stand within
a few feet of Heero. “Well, Heero. I never knew you felt that way. But
I have a great psychologist who will help you work through this...problem
and then it will all go away and..” her sentence slid away when
he let out a low, angry sound and walked towards the door. She followed
him, half-running to keep up. He stopped in the foyer and grabbed his coat to block
out the rain falling outside. He took a deep, calming breath. One
final thing left to say. And four...she just wasn’t... “Relena, the main reason I don’t want to marry
you is that I’m gay.” ...a man. A small, surprised sound followed by a thud was his
only answer and he glanced over his shoulder to find her collapsed
on the floor in a dead faint. He heard pounding steps, knew Pagan
was running to his mistress and opened the door. One last look at the grandiose mansion that had never
come close to a home and he was off, out the door. Heero cracked a grin as the doorbell chimed, “Karma
Killer”, and a voice called out from behind the solid wood door.
He waited, slightly nervous, and more than a little excited until
the bolt was thrown and the door opened. Duo Maxwell, former Gundam Pilot, stood in his doorway
wrapped in an apron with the phrase, “Watch it, Cook with scythe”
scripted on it and a spatula in one hand. “Can I help...Heero? Is that really you, man? Holy
shit! You’ve changed. What happened to the spandex? I mean not
that I’m complaining but...” he stopped with a sheepish
grin and stepped aside to let his best friend in. “Hey, Duo.” Heero stopped beside his former
partner and tried to hold back a smile as Duo tipped his head back
to meet his eyes. A mock-glare was all he got for his troubles and
he followed Duo through to the kitchen where an omelet lay warming
on a plate by the stove. He looked around as he walked in and nodded. The house
practically screamed “welcome home” and he felt immediately
at ease. He turned slowly in a full circle, trying to take in the
perfection all at once. It was amazing, how much having the one person
who you cared the most about beside you, could make a house into a
home in less than three minutes. This was where he belonged, with
Duo. Now all he needed was to convince Duo that-a motion caught his
eye and in a hurry, he ducked into a crouch and covered his head as
a fist slammed into the wall above him. “FUCK! Goddamn wall! Jesus, what happened to poor
building supplies!” He peeked up from his crouch to see Duo hopping and
jumping around the kitchen, swearing and swinging his un-fisted, bruised
hand. Unprepared for the attack, Heero watched Duo cautiously as he
stood, waiting for him to settle down. Finally, Duo turned back to face him, emotions back
under control and glared at him. He rubbed his knuckles, “What
the hell took you so long, Yuy?” Heero avoided his gaze and rubbed the back of his neck,
tiredly, “It was my job, Duo. I had to be there.” Heero glared at him, straightening his shoulders, “How
could I? I did it for peace, you hypocrite. While you were playing
house and home, I was struggling to keep Relena from ruining everything
we had worked so hard to accomplish! I was helping Zechs set the world
back to order. I cannot believe I’m standing here listening to
you berate me for doing what I believed in! Yes, dammit! I lied to
her and yes, I would do it again if it meant never having to kill
someone or watch Quatre die a little more inside every time someone
refused to surrender! Or sit back and pretend not to notice Wu Fei
practically killing himself trying to avenge his wife’s death
while Trowa fell deeper and deeper under the mask he presented to
the world. And you,” Heero took a deep, shuddering breath and
traced a finger down Duo’s cheek, “I couldn’t bear
to see you punish yourself for living; for breathing every breath
that your friends couldn’t take. Towards the end, I was losing
Duo Maxwell and I can’t ever do that again.” He blinked
as tears threatened to spill over and turned his head to the side.
Duo caught Heero’s left hand in his, gazed at it
thoughtfully, rubbed a finger over the paler ring of skin on his fourth
finger and sighed. “My ring belongs on your finger, love.”
Heero jerked his head back to face Duo and with his hand still held
firmly in his, pulled Duo against his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly
around him as Duo’s wound around his body, “I’m sorry,
Heero! I was such a prick, just now. Of course you should have followed
your emotions.” his voice was muffled from being spoken into
Heero’s neck. “Heero barely raised his head from where it was
buried in Duo’s hair, “They led me back to you.” he
choked out. Duo pulled away slightly and cupped Heero’s face
in his hands, “Marry me.” His voice trembled slightly but
he ignored it in favor of hearing Heero’s answer. Heero pulled Duo’s hands from his face, held them
securely in his own. “Yes, forever, Duo. I’m so sorry I
wasn’t here sooner. Duty called and I just finally managed to
put it in it’s place.” he whispered huskily, his lips mere
inches from Duo’s. “Will it be calling again anytime soon?” Heero smiled as his lips drew closer to Duo’s, “Never, the number has been disconnected.” and then nothing else was heard as Heero and Duo made up for a lot of lost time. Two Years Later... *Beeeep* “You’ve reached Duo and Heero Maxwell-Yuy.
We’re not here right now.” Duo’s voice broke in, “Or
we might be otherwise occupied!” “Duo! Not on the answering machine, we just changed
the last message!” “Heeeero...we’re still newlyweds!” “Duo no baka, we’ve been married over a year...” “Technicalities...technicalities.” A sigh, “Anyway...leave your name and number and
we’ll get back to as soon as possible.” “Well, maybe not as soon as that but certainly
when we’re not-ow! Heero!-ummm busy!” *Beeeep: End of Message* Sometimes....sometimes finding your love is just that
easy. ~ * ~
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