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" Everywhere I Look "Written By: Presser
Disclaimer : I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. This work of fiction is written and shared freely without any attempt to profit financially from it. Rating : R Pairings : 1x2 Warnings : Wistful romance, AU, after Endless Waltz, and departing quite a bit from canon direction Summary: Duo Maxwell is a young, upcoming artist with a hole in his heart. He hates himself for never confessing his love to Heero Yuy, a war-weary mecha pilot running from his past all the way to the Phobos Project—the first manned mission to Mars. Duo longs for the man he loves, but doesn’t know where he is. Can they find love in each other’s arms? And what of Heero’s mysterious collapse when he arrives on Earth to search for the one he loves?
"Everywhere I Look " 21 I know you’re a good driver. But you’re
spending more time watching me than the road. Okay, so after
Heero came into the apartment — me, I floated after him about
a foot off the floor — I put the bouquet on the table and we
sat on the couch. First he told me how he got to me: seeing me on
the broadcast, Joy pushing him to face his feelings, making the decision
to come back to Earth — Yes, and the fainting thing, too. Like
I said, you can hear all about that tonight, if you want. So …
if you think I was stunned enough to be knocked over by a feather
in the hallway, I think a microbe could have done the job by the time
he finished his story. Must’ve talked for a dozen minutes without
stopping, and me just staring at him like he was a dream. Most of
what he said flew right past me, really. All I Go ahead, laugh all you want. I guess it is pretty
funny, looking back on it. And the whole time he talked, he never
told me how he felt about me. Just that he knew he had to come, knew
he had to find me. And me? I sat there feeling pretty much the same
thing, though I didn’t realize it then. A total cliche, right?
Two guys in love but afraid to say anything, both of us waiting for
the other one to say it first. And I — Of course I knew, down deep, anyway, even if I never
had admitted it to myself. A guy shows up with a milewide grin and
enough flowers to smother you, you know something’s up.
But that didn’t make it any easier for either of us to get the
words out. So, let’s see. First I closed my mouth, which dropped
open when we sat down and stayed that way till the moment he finished
talking. Oh, shut up. There aren’t any flies in my
apartment. After he was done, I just sat there. Didn’t move a
muscle for the longest time, just kept staring into his eyes. He told
me later that he didn’t think he could hold his breath that long.
But I finally found my voice. And when I spoke, it was odd, really
soft and high-pitched, kind of like I was a small child. I felt like
one, too, which is weird. Isn’t it? I told him I’d been
thinking about him nonstop since the last time we saw each other in
that coffee shop, and that I kept mistaking people everywhere for
him. He said, “Really?” And I said, “Yeah,” and ducked my chin down.
I felt my face get warm. Then I looked up and said, “I —
I’m just going to say it, Heero, and hope you understand. I was
knocked right on my ass the very first time I saw you. If we hadn’t
been fighting a war, I would’ve found my courage and asked you
out. But that’s not something you do when you’ve got mobile
suits coming at you day and night. That day in the coffee shop? I was trying to get my
courage to ask you then.” “About that, Duo. I never should’ve left you
like that.” “No, no, it’s okay. I understand.” “Well, I didn’t. Not for a long time.
Like I said, I was running away from my life — not from you,
Duo, but from not knowing who I was, who I was supposed to be. Anyway
—” “Are you”— I had to clear my throat —”are
you saying what I think you’re saying?” “Yeah, I think so.” We ran out of things to say — except for the thing
one we both wanted to say the most. So we just stared into each other’s
eyes. I think we both stopped breathing again. True, true. But Quatre, the chances that what happened next are about a couple of infinities to less than one. |
