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!!!