Author Note- This
story is going to have a lot of angst and a lot of sap, differing as
times go on. This story is based on
something Heero finds in a safehouse
after the war, and what happens
afterwards. There is MAJOR YAOI in
this
(male/male relationships) and this is mainly a 1x2 fic. There will, as
stated before, be angst, sap, and
general problems that crop up as my muses
wish.
*Warning* - YAOI, 1x2, maybe 3x4, maybe 5xS. There
will probably be some
sort of physical pain later, along
with angst. Right now, there is a bit of
sap. Ai, my sap muse, was tired of
me ignoring her. Here you go, Ai!
Disclaimer -
Gundam Wing is not mine. Bandai or
Not me. Never me. I only own my
muses and my own little journal, which may
have snippets taken out for this
story. The snippets from songs I use in
this are also not mine, and belong
to assorted artists. I am not a
songwriter. What I know about
writing songs you could flash in Neon in bold
36 print on the rim of a dime. Please do not sue me.
And, again, there is YAOI.
Turn back now if you don't want to read. You
shouldn't be here!
Footsteps
Chapter 1
*Voices tellin' me that I should
get some sleep, because tomorrow might be
good for somethin'*
Heero
wasn't exactly in the mood to go around and grab anything that had
been left over in the safehouses, but he wouldn't argue. This, too, was
necessary to get peace underway.
Quatre had dispatched all of the gundam
pilots out to clean up the safehouses and grab everything that had been left
there. So far, Heero had gone to
three in the past two days, and had found
nothing but an old sock. He could
easily guess whom it belonged to.
In
honesty, he hadn't seen the braided baka since Marimaia had come
through. That had been five months,
23 days, and - he checked his watch -
6.28 hours ago. He shook his head and came upon the first
bedroom.
Heero
had always claimed the first bedroom, wanting to be the first in
attack position if enemies came in
pursuit. He never left anything behind.
But, the other occupant of the room, unless on a completely
separate
mission, always seemed to be him...
Duo. The guy with the most loose
jaw in
the universe. The one who would
constantly nag and talk and whine and
complain and... and
always not care about how much he tried to scare him
off. He didn't listen to Heero's
orders. He was the only one. If Heero told
him to shut up, his voice would
rise to a crescendo. If Heero told him to
leave him alone, he'd start poking
the boy until Heero finally swiveled
around and he could talk to the
boy's face.
Heero
let himself smile. Duo had shown him all sorts of things. He had made
the war somehow bearable. He had
made *Relena* bearable.
He was
also a huge slob.
So,
Heero cautiously opened the door and stepped silently inside. There
were two small beds, and a tiny
dresser on the far side of the room. The
walls were white and the carpet an
ugly tan that did nothing to soften the
floor's surface. He went over to
the dresser that he remembered sharing with
Duo and opened the drawer. He never used the thing, but
sometimes Duo would
place meaningless objects inside.
And,
sure enough, there was a black shirt in the second drawer. He picked
it up, feeling the smooth texture,
smelling the scent of Duo that still
lingered. Duo kept saying that he
wasn't at all human, but whenever the
long-haired boy had come close, he
had always felt like it. All of him did.
And it
reacted now. It was a churning need that almost made him groan. He
buried his head into the shirt and
breathed deep, allowing himself the
luxury that he had never thought to
take during the war. Duo. He found
himself needing the baka with every day he spent away from him.
His gaze
was drawn back to the drawer then, and he gasped despite his
training. There was a small diary
lying in the drawer, right below where
Duo's jacket had been. Why had Duo left it there?
Then he
remembered what had made them leave the place. It was one of the
times when having the front bedroom
had been a good strategic decision.
Enemies had barged into the safehouse,
and he'd been the first to open fire
upon them. They had barely escaped,
but they had received minor injuries.
They'd
left without packing.
His
hand moved of its own accord to pick up the small book. It was
definitely some sort of journal. On
the front, a single word had been
written in Duo's slurred
handwriting.
`Footsteps'.
He
flipped it over, but the other side was clear of words. He scanned it,
seeing dates at the top and
snippets of sentences.
`OZ
isn't going easy...'
`If
only I had...'
The
thing was only about halfway full. Heero, dead curious, opened it to
the first page. It simply stated
that the journal belonged to one Duo
Maxwell. He turned the page again, telling himself not to
read it. His eyes
moved just the same.
`A.C.
195, March 6'
This
was wrong. He was invading Duo's personal privacy. These were things
that Duo had never dared tell
anyone, that were his soul's words.
But
maybe it would help him understand the beautiful pilot...
He
decided to worry about morals after he read the thing and sat down on
the floor to begin.
`A.C.
195, March 6
`I've
finally headed out on Deathscythe. You should feel it. The freedom of
space, the comfort of the gundam...
the power that comes with this strength.
I feel like I could do anything. Like I could go out and
destroy OZ in one
mighty swoop.
`But
that's impossible. Right now I need to focus on my mission for once I
get down there. I fear to write it
down. That would be more than a little
reckless.'
Heero
silently agreed, then took a double take when he realized that the
foolhardy pilot that he'd stayed
with wasn't the idiot that Heero'd thought
he was.
`Professor
G said that I need to focus on staying alive and meeting the
mission objectives. No offense to
the prof, but I know I need to focus on
the damn mission. I just don't see
the need to worry about my worthless hide
in the process.
`Yeah,
yeah, I know, I know, happy, bubbly Duo can't possibly be depressed.
He can't possibly be feeling anything but goofy happiness,
because doesn't
he always smile with that dumb
expression on his face?'
Heero
snapped the diary shut then, unable to read more. What Duo had just
written summed up what he'd
constantly thought of the pilot. The main
reason, other than the war, that he
had never pursued any type of alliance
with the man. He had thought the
guy foolhardy and oblivious to the war,
mission, and world in general.
Because Duo had ignored proper procedures and
had always seemed so damned jovial
and light-hearted, Heero had immediately
assumed that, like Doctor J had
said, he was like the average civilian,
innocent to the war and unaware of
the devastation clouding the colonies.
How
wrong had he been?
A/N: Yes, sap. Ai is very happy now. She may continue to be
happy, as this
is mainly her fic.
But don't worry, those who enjoy angst, Kanashii
would be
happy to take over sometimes.
I would really really really appreciate it if you e-mailed me about my
writing. I would love it. Ai would
love it. Kanashii would love it as much
as she's capable of loving. And it
would feed our inspirations. I have two
muses, though, and it takes a lot to keep them sated! *HINT HINT* Thanx!!!