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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 " 23
I know. What are the odds? My call was from Hilde about the new showing next month.
I faked my way through the call so badly I’m sure she thought
I was drunk or stoned or both, even though I don’t do either
and it was two in the afternoon. Heero’s was from Wufei. Well, that’s what tonight is all about, so —
Yes, it’s about that, too. Patience, dear. I fidgeted, that’s what. Put my phone in my pocket,
stared at his back; shifted my weight back and forth between my feet.
When it looked like he’d be a few minutes, I walked to the table
and looked at the bouquet. I couldn’t stop thinking about what
I wanted to say, but had no idea how to say it. “I love you,” of course. And I was pretty
sure that’s what he wanted to say, too. I mean, flowers, for
Hera’s sake, Quatre; he brought me flowers after four years of
not seeing him. But his call kept getting longer, so I started picking
up one after another and smelling them. No, not just roses; there were all kinds. After a moment,
I closed my eyes and touched one with a light scent to my cheek. When
I felt a second petal touch me. I opened my eyes, and Heero was right
beside me, holding an Oriental lily against my forehead. He was smiling,
but I could see the frown that had been there just before. I don’t know, Quatre. I just could. So I said,
“Something important?” He said yes, but he drew the word
out with a that’s-not-the-whole-story tone. Then he said, “But
not as important as this.” He dropped the lily and took one of
my hands. I lay my rose on top of the bouquet and took his other one.
We sort of turned toward each other, and he said, “I love you,
Duo.” Well, I blinked a few times. I worked my jaw, but nothing
came out. Then he smiled this — I don’t know, a kind of
boyish and shy and hopeful all-mixed-together smile, and then I tackled
him again. Don’t know what it is with me doing that … Anyway,
he threw his arms around me and I put my chin over his shoulder. I
said yes into his ear and kissed him on the side of his neck. Oh, yes, just for — Okay, this is it. Turn here. Just park on the street. They have a security guard to watch the cars. So anyway, that’s the story. The Event Manager at The Foundry met Duo and Quatre at the door and led them through a nineteenth-century industrial building that originally manufactured fine varnishes before it fell into disrepair and was abandoned in the midtwentieth century. As the manager walked them up the stairs, she explained that the Du Val family purchased the property in 1980 and restored and renovated the space to reflect its original industrial character. The Foundry began hosting events in 2001. By the time she told them that it’s the only foundry in the area still standing today, they were on the second-floor terrace looking out over the Manhattan skyline. |
