Scuro Angelo

Everybodyyy.

2007-05-28T18:53:23Z

This journal is from now on going to be friends only
If you want to be added, please comment!

♥ Scuro

:D

2007-05-26T23:39:47Z

Dress rehearsal start tomorrow morning!
I've got a whole week of dance coming up.
::grins::

Ughhh

2007-05-24T21:45:57Z

Finals start tomorrowwwww. :[
::hides under the bed::

Disappointment.

2007-05-22T21:48:15Z

It was nice having a day off today, got to go to school with Mother and help teach little kindergarteners who try and invite me over to their houses. :] Sorry about that last post! However, seems that having a sucky time in RL is pretty good for feeding the fanfiction muses. Kind of cheesy. :] Enjoy!

Title - Disappointment
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2+1. Mention H+OC.
Rating - PG-13.
Warnings - Uhm. Guys kissing?
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo has had a disappointing week.
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! ^^

Heero trudged in exhaustion into the dorm room he shared with his best friend; his last final of the day had left him weary. Looking around the small room that was their "living" room, Heero was surprised to find his said best friend staring forlornly at a computer screen perching precariously on the desktop in front of him. Curious as to what exactly had caused the expression, Heero set down his heavy book bag and slid his shoes off before walking quietly across the room to peer down at his companion. Sitting rather innocently on the screen was an eBay page reading that the last of the "build your own bot" interactive toys had been bought as of fifteen minutes prior.

"Duo?" Heero questioned softly, causing the boy in front of him to turn away from the laptop in surprise. Upon seeing his roommate, Duo sighed and shut the device firmly, neglecting to even close the eBay window or shut off the quiet music that echoed tinnily out of weak speakers. The boy then pulled himself out of the uncomfortable, wooden chair he had been seated in and moved the few steps it took to get him to an equally uncomfortable couch, throwing himself onto the dilapidated piece of furniture. Heero raised an eyebrow in confusion before shrugging and following his friend. The two sat in silence for a few moments.

"They sold out." Heero jumped in surprise at the sudden announcement and turned his head to the previously silent boy beside him. Duo sighed softly, giving Heero a weak and unconvincing grin.

"I had just finished making an eBay account and when I got back? Poof. Gone." Heero nodded slightly, not quite understanding why a simple robot kit that could be bought at many stores around the world was producing such a negative impact on his best friend.

"Yeah, I know it's silly. And I guess I'm not really upset that I didn't get the damn set. It was just the expectations, you know?" Heero nodded again, but Duo caught the hint of confusion in his eyes with no trouble and a strained laugh escaped his lips.

"I was just disappointed." Understanding dawned on Heero and he nodded a final time, finally comprehending just what Duo was talking about. "Everything has been kind of disappointing this week." Another sigh. Heero cocked his head, waiting for Duo to continue.

"I mean, Hilde's got that new boyfriend of hers, right? And when she started datin' him, she said 'Duo, I promise this isn't going to affect our friendship.' But you know what? She hasn't even talked to me for the past week! I tried callin' yesterday, just wantin' to get an ice cream or bitch about school or somethin', ya know? And that boyfriend picked up the phone, I don't even know his name, and told me that Hilde was 'busy' and didn't have time to talk to me." Duo threw his hands up in the air in exasperation, then grabbed one of the mildewed sofa cushions and buried his face in it. Heero couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the disgusted expression his braided companion made, receiving a second cushion flung in his face for his efforts.

"Shut up, Yuy. You're not making it any better." Duo growled moodily. Heero smiled apologetically at his friend, and the annoyed look on Duo's face melted away as his continued his tale of woe.

"And I'm not into her or anything, I mean she knows I don't like chicks, but she was still one of my best friends, ya know?" Heero agreed amiably. "And then that terrible Classics of American Literature final! You saw me, I studied for five damn hours on Sunday! I only took like three breaks too! After all, a man can't think on an empty stomach." Heero had to bow down to this faultless logic. "And then I went to look at the grades that were listed up on the bulletin board today..." Duo trailed off and an unhappy noise escaped his mouth. Unbraiding and rebraiding his hair in an agitated habit, he sat quietly for a moment. The other boy watched him in silence, but after a few minutes had passed without any continuation of the story Heero felt he had to take action.

Seeing as he wasn't much of a man of words, Heero awkwardly draped a strong arm, muscled from years of practice in martial arts, around his friend's shoulders. Duo hummed contentedly at this rare show of affection and began to play it up for all it was worth, snuggling deeper into Heero's loose embrace and burrowing his freshly braided head into the concave of the other boy's shoulder. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the spicy, cinnamon scent that always lingered on the Asian boy. Heero smiled gently at the gesture, quite thankfully out of view of his best friend, and tightened his grip in comfort and reassurance, his hand gliding gently up and down the other boy's arm.

"Anyway, when I went to look at the board I saw that I had a 91.44%! Just .1 more points, 'Ro, and I woulda had an A!" The hand halted suddenly.

"You mean, you got a B?" Heero asked incredulously. Duo nodded his head as well as he could in its current position, a frown painted on his normally cheerful features.

"You were that upset about a B?" Duo moaned mournfully.

"I know! It's awful! I spent all those hours studying, and for nothing! I mean -- " The boy paused as he felt his human pillow begin shaking underneath his head and he looked up in alarm. He was not expecting what he saw. Heero had a hand laying across his eyes and his mouth was upturned in obvious mirth, chuckles escaping his lips. As he felt Duo move below him, he pulled his hand away, laughing even harder at the shocked look on the braided boy's face. Taken by an impulse he couldn't even begin to control, Heero leaned over, attempting futilely to stop snickering, and pressed his lips firmly to the warm mouth below his.

After a blessed moment of contact, Heero realized what he was doing and pulled away in alarm. He sheepishly looked over at the boy sitting awkwardly against the back of the sofa, a deer in the headlights look caught on his pale face. Heero shrugged slightly and bit his lip nervously, scooting away from his best friend.

"I'm sorry about your disappointing week," Heero offered up delicately, and the deer in headlights look vanished, replaced by an ever-widening grin. Before he half knew what was happening, Duo had grabbed Heero's face with his two callused hands and confidently pressed his lips against the other's. This kiss, unlike the first gentle one, took a bold turn down the road of adventure. Lips and tongues and teeth met and danced alongside each other, causing the two involved to completely forget time itself. By the time they pulled away, both boys were completely out of breath and Duo was snuggled against the couch cushions as Heero lay on top of him. A mischievous grin danced across the braided boy's face.

"Now that, that wasn't disappointing at all."

:[

2007-05-20T03:28:13Z

RL has been kind of sucky lately.

Everything has been going wrong. My friendships have been falling apart, the girl that used to be my best friend in the entire world, the girl that cried on my shirt for an hour and a half not a month ago, barely says a sentence to me now and I honestly couldn't tell you why. Another one of my best friends is moving for the second time in the past two years, this time to a place that is over two hours away, and I wonder if I'm ever going to see her. My dance recitals are coming up soon and I'm realizing how inadequate I am compared to some of my friends. Finals are starting this week and I don't know if I'm ready or not. I suppose when you look at it, all this stuff seems pretty stupid, but I still feel awful.

It's almost summer, thank God, and I'm going away to England. I don't really want to come back either. I think I need a hug. :[

Mother'ssss. :]

2007-05-14T01:05:13Z

:] I hope all you Mothers are having a lovely day.

Mother's Day at our house has been pretty good, if you ignore the fact that my burned foot has been getting worse instead of better. =/ Made Mother a cake and goofed around all day, watching the baby brother try and learn to skateboard is always fun. :] Quite entertaining trying to perfect dances moves on one foot. And a nice Japanese hibachi grill for dinner is always sure to brighten my day.

Have a wonderful rest of your Sunday!

...^^;;

2007-05-11T02:45:11Z

< idiot >So. I thought it would be fun to run around outside today on the phone for an hour and half with no shoes on in seventy five degree weather.
Yupp. Second degree burns. That girl's a smarty.
Guess I won't be dancing for a while. :[ < / idiot >

Ugh.

2007-04-23T02:00:50Z

Ughhhhh. After this I probably won't be updating for a while. My Satan-rabbit decided it would be fun to chew through my mouse cord today, so I'm having to learn about how to use a keyboard to do everything.
Ughhhh.

Title - Listening In.
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2+1. Hints of 5+S & 3+4+3.
Rating - PG-13. Bad language.
Warnings - Dialogue fic.</i> Language. Cats.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo and Heero are going on vacation.
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! ^^

Ring.

"Fuck you, Yuy."

"... What?"

"I am going to kick your pretty ass into next week."

"Duo, I haven't talked to you all week."

"Damn straight you haven't."

"... Then what did I do?"

"You haven't called me all week."

"Yes, I have! I called yesterday. You just didn't pick up."

"Probably because I was at the hospital!"

"The hospital?!"

"Yeah, when you called I was cleaning out the damn rabbit's cage. And when he heard the phone start ringing he went completely insane on me."

"Insane?"

"Shit, yeah. I had to get five stitches in one arm. And everyone at work thinks I've been cutting myself 'cause you're gone."

"Cutting yourself?!"

"No way, babe, you're the destructive one. Don't sound so worried."

"Duo."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. You stopped all that suicide shit after the war. You're okay, right?"

"It's not like this is a big mission, Duo, you don't have to worry. I'm fine."

"Heero, you got worried because I got scratched by Flopsy. And you're telling me not to worry when there are bad guys who would love to put an extra hole in you?"

"You could get a disease from those claws."

"You could get shot."

"... You win."

"Don't I always?"

"Shut it, Maxwell. How are things at home?"

"Awful! You need to get your ass home, Yuy. Guess who got out of the hospital on Wednesday. Uh huh. Lucas."

"Already?"

"Jesus, I was surprised too! But he's lookin' all healed and shit. Which means he's all up for seducing Duo Maxwell, once again. 'Specially 'cause you aren't here!"

"He's been keeping his hands to himself?"

"Ha! He's not that stupid. At least, not yet. Mostly it's the screaming bit."

"I'm going-"

"You're going to do nothing. Remember? You will get a fine if you pull that shit again. And I'm not bailing you!"

"Duo..."

"Trowa and Quatre have decided they wanna adopt some kid from Ethiopia or something, which is cool and all, but it's all I've heard about all week! And they have to get rid of their cat cause the kid they're adopting is allergic, so guess who they're gonna hoist it off on."

"No way, Duo. Three cats is enough."

"And that's not even the worst part! Scythe has gone missing! And she's the only one who can keep Kibbles in check, so Kibbles has been driving Shira and Rover completely insane. Yesterday I caught Shira trying to get in Flopsy and Peter's cage to get away from him!"

"D-"

"And Peter has gotten so nervous cause all of the cats are freaking out that he's started eating the furniture! There's a huge hole in the legs of the dining room table, and I don't know if our bedside table is going to make it."

"Du-"

"And I swear, Rover has got a completely homicidal gleam in his puppy eyes. He's going to kill Kibbles! I told you we needed to get that damn cat neutered!"

"Duo-"

"And I can't sleep! They all keep crawling in bed with me now. Last night I had two cats, a dog, and a rabbit in my bed! Don't even ask where Peter was, cause I don't know. And the cats just didn't eat Flopsy cause they're scared of-"

"Duo!"

"What?"

"I know where Scythe is."

"YOU DO? Did she get hit by a car? Stuck in a tree?"

"No, Duo. She snuck under the seat in the back of the car. She's with me."

"... Seriously?"

"Yes. Seriously."

"Argh! I am going to kill that cat for leaving me alone in this madhouse for a damn roadtrip! And now I have to go take down all the posters!"

"The... posters?"

"Yeah! I had missing cat posters up all over the city."

"Where did you get a picture of Scythe?"

"Uhh..."

"Duo."

"...I had Sally and Fei's kid draw me a picture of her."

"Meiran is five."

"Well, she's the best artist in her kindergarten class."

"She's never seen Scythe."

"I described the cat really damn well, okay?"

"Just go take the damn posters down."

"Not until you tell me how the mission's going. You got to hear about my awful week."

"Mission's mostly okay. And we foiled the assassination attempt. 'Lena's doing just fine."

"I'm sure her boy back here will be glad to here that! How about you, 'Ro, you alright?"

"I told you, Duo, I'm fine."

"Hell if I believe you."

"I've only been shot at twice."

"Did you just say only twice? Did you get hit?"

"Only a graze..."

"Yuy! This is why I don't believe you when you say you're fine!"

"But I am fine. Doctor said so."

"Yeah, whatever. You're seeing Sally when you get home."

"Whatever you say, Duo."

"When are you getting home?"

"Soon, I think."

"Better be damn soon, or I'm coming to get you. I miss you, damnit."

"Aa. Miss you too."

"You better call me soon, Yuy."

"When you're not cleaning out the cage?"

"Damn straight. Anytime before five tomorrow."

"Love you."

"I love you, too."

Click.

Mhm. More. =/

2007-04-13T01:38:20Z

Ack! Sorry for spamming you all with so much of this fic...

Title - Bad Day/Listening In.
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2+1. Hints of 3+4+3.
Rating - PG-13. Bad language.
Warnings - Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?] Dialogue fic. Language. Cats.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo and Heero are going on vacation.
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! ^^

"Duo. Come on."

"Just a minute..."

"You've been saying that for the past hour and a half."

"I know. And I mean it this time. Only a minute!"

"I swear, Maxwell, if you don't get her out from under the bed in the next ten minutes, we're leaving her."

"No fucking way, Yuy. We are not leaving Shira to starve!"

"Duo, you're exaggerating. We'll be gone for three days. If you leave her food and--"

"I said no. My baby is not going to be locked in the house all weekend. She'll get scared!"

"Your baby? Wasn't it last week when you were saying you were going to cut 'your baby's' tail off?"

"Ah, but I didn't! If I do anything, I'll decapitate that stupid rodent. Hasn't he ever heard 'don't bite the hand that feeds you?'"

"...For some reason, I doubt it. Anyways, he's a lagomorph."

"The fuck?"

"He isn't a rodent. Rabbits are part of the lagomorph family."

"And rodent sounds much more insulting, thank you very much."

"Duo. Five minutes."

"Heero! Get your hand our from under that bed! You're scaring her!"

"Duo, she's a cat. This morning we got Rover to the kennel in ten minutes. Flopsy and Peter were at the neighbor's in no time at all. Scythe and Kibbles pranced outside with no incident. Now will you tell me why the fuck that cat won't get out from under the damn bed and do what she's told like the rest of your zoo?"

"...Did you just say pranced?"

"Shut the hell up, Duo."

"Yuy, you are something else. ...Now get out from under the bed so I can get Shira!"

"Whatever you say, Maxwell. You're the one who's going to get pinned with Quatre's puppy eyes when we get to the reunion late."

"Au, contraire. You are the one who's going to have to face an angry Trowa for allowing me to arrive at the reunion late."

"Three minutes..."

"Shoo! Leave me and my baby alone!"

"...Fine."

*Five minutes later*

"Fuck! Damn! Shit! You motherfucking... Err! I can't even call you a rodent! I'm going to kill you!"

"Duo?"

"Look at this, Yuy, look at it! She ripped a hole in my hand! And my arm! Look at it, it's like the size of China!"

"You've been shot. You've broken numerous ribs. You've been concussed and number of things I don't even want to get into. And you're complaining about a scratch?"

"You'll regret that when I get rabies and die!"

"You took Shira in for a rabies shot last month. I think you're safe."

"Shut up. If you can do better, you get her out from under the damn bed!"

"Hn."

"...That is ridiculous. I've been trying to get her for two hours and you do it in a minute. How did you do that?!"

"Iams."

"...That's it?"

"The turkey dinner special."

"Yuy. That is cheating."

"It worked better than cooing at her like a baby, didn't it?"

"I wasn't 'cooing'. I was coaxing."

"Just take the damn cat and put it outside, Duo."

"Uh uh, no way, man. Look at what she did to my arms! You got her out from under there, you take her outside."

"Fine. Go get in the car then. I don't want to have to deal with Trowa."

"Whatever you say, boss."

"And, Duo?"

"What, babe?"

"I'm driving. Another Shira is the last thing we need."

"Come on, 'Ro, I'm not that bad."

"Duo, you killed another rabbit last week."

"I'll have you know, driving a car is much more complicated that piloting a Gundam. When you're piloting a Gundam, you're trying to plow things down. I can't help it, it's instinct!"

"I think it has more to do with your anger management issues than instinct."

"...Fine. You can drive."

"That's what I thought."

"Oh, and just so you know. If we don't leave in the next minute we're going to miss our flight."

"Shit!"

More ficcage...

2007-04-09T21:42:04Z

Good afternoon! I made a website to hold my fics and stuff yesterday. ::is excited:: Today was the first day back from Spring Break... Ewww. :] The conversation below took place between me and my father a couple of days ago in Chicago while eating ice cream and discussing 'bedsores'...

dad: ...and that is how you get a bedsore.
me: owch! that's gross!
dad: that's why the nurses flip patients.
me: you mean... like pancakes?
dad: yeah. like that.

Haha. Sorry bout that. Well, here's the fourth part of Bad Day, or Listening In, or whatever you want to call it. Uhm, sorry if it fails to meet expectations. :]

Title - Bad Day/Listening In.
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2+1.
Rating - PG-13. Bad language. Discussion of sexual situations.
Warnings - Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?] Dialogue fic. Language. Thrown together in thirty minutes.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo is baking.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

"You know, you're going to burn your ear like that."

"Ack! Jesus, 'Ro, you scared the shit out of me! You are so lucky I didn't drop those, it took me forever to get them right!"

"...Duo. The knife?"

"Oh. Sorry about that, babe. But you can't sneak up on me like that! Did I cut your neck? I could kiss it better if you wanted..."

"Stop smirking like that, Duo. It's scary."

"You know you love it. What are you doing here anyways?"

"Duo. It's my kitchen. In my house. I live here."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. But I didn't think you were gonna be home for hours!"

"And that's why you decided to start... baking?"

"..."

"Fine! I was nervous."

"You were... nervous?"

"Yes! You know if you weren't Preventor's they would totally bust your ass for that stupid move after school today. I still can't believe you did that to Lucas, 'Ro."

"He deserved it."

"I don't think the devil would deserve that."

"I warned him. And I didn't hurt him that bad."

"'Ro. You beat him within an inch of his life."

"It was more than an inch."

"He's in the hospital."

"It's only a concussion."

"His jaw is dislocated!"

"He had his hand in your pants!"

"I thought you were over this jealousy thing!"

"Not when there are dumbasses that think they can touch my lover's ass!"

"'Ro, I can take care of myself."

"I don't want you to have to! ...Damn."

"...You make it really fucking hard to stay mad at you when you say shit like that."

"That's good. I don't want you to be mad at me..."

"Mm. Owch! Not the stove, it's hot!"

"Fridge, better?"

"Oo! Yeah. Much."

"So. When are you going to move in with me?"

"...What?"

"You're over here enough."

"Heero. I have 3 cats, a dog, and-"

"And a rabbit that seems to be related to Satan. I know."

"You seriously want me to stay?"

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't. And you know, it could make certain things much... easier.

"You know... Now that you put it that way, it sounds like a pretty good idea."

"That a yes? Mmph!"

"Of course that's a yes, you idiot! Now, let's go get my stuff!"

"Wait."

"Uhm, yeah?"

"You going to explain why when I got here you had your ear all over the cookies?"

"Oh, that! I was listening to them."

"The cookies... talk to you?"

"No, dumbass. You listen to make sure they aren't still sizzling, cause if they are, that means they aren't done and you have to-- You can stop mocking me any time now, Yuy."

"Mocking you? I would never."

"The hell you wouldn't."

"...Love you."

"Yeah, yeah, babe. And I love you too, you fucking asshole."

Different.

2007-04-08T21:36:28Z

Little scribbly thing. Happy Easter. :]
♥

Title - Different.
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2+1.
Rating - PG-13. Bad language. Discussion of sexual situations.
Warnings - Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?] Language. Thrown together in thirty minutes. Duo POV.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo tries to explain his and Heero's relationship.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

"Mornin', babe." I glance around the kitchen and find him in his customary seat at the end of the table, newspaper in one hand and a piece of half eaten toast in the other. I lean down, push the calico cat that is resting on his lap onto the floor, and kiss him good morning, smiling at the taste of Nutella on his lips-- it took him years to admit he liked the stuff.

"'Bout time you got down here, you lazy-ass." he murmurs against my mouth. "When you get home from work today, clean out the shower. Your damn hair is clogging the drain." I can't help but chuckle a bit, brushing my lips across his once more before pulling away and sticking my tongue out in a decidedly childish gesture. He rolls his eyes at me once, before turning his full attention back to the paper. Still grinning, I turn around and walk toward the stove where a hot mug of coffee is waiting for me. Sitting next to it is an unopened bag of bagels, blueberry. My favorite.

Bagel in one hand and coffee in the other I walk over to the kitchen table and take a seat in the chair next to Heero's. I gently pull the paper from his lax fingers and ignore the glare he sends me, we both know he's done reading. Taking another sip of coffee, I begin skimming the articles.

"Relena called." He says after a moment of comfortable silence. "She wants us to come see the new baby this weekend." I nod distractedly, most of my attention focused on the day's top story, which seems to be something about a waterskiing chipmunk in Panema. Shaking my head, I slide the paper across the table.

"She give you a date?" I ask, mostly just to prove that I was paying attention.

"No. Just said sometime this weekend. You got anything planned?" I doubt he really cares either way and has probably already agreed, he knows me well enough to discern that'll I'll cancel anything short of an assignment from the good Lady, Commander Une. We hardly ever see Relena anymore, and I know he misses her more than he lets on. Hell, I miss her. I look at the calendar hanging above our stove out of habit, my eyebrows rising on my forehead slightly when I see what day it is.

"No, babe. I'm free." I reply quietly, taking a bite of my bagel before standing up to get ready to leave. "I'm heading out."

"You taking the car or the bike?" He asks, getting up to grab the lunch I know he's packed for me. He pauses at the key stand, an eyebrow cocked questioningly.

"Bike." Heero grabs the bike key and tosses it to me, nodding in approval when I catch it without a second thought. "Don't you get a soda." He tells me, just like every morning, handing me the paper bag that I'm sure contains something ridiculously healthy. I roll my eyes at him, but accept it with a smile and kiss him once more before turning on my heel.

"I know. Vending machine's got water." I finish the sentence for him, and he glares at me in mock annoyance. "Happy Anniversary." I say quietly, and I see the beginnings a smile form on his face.

"Call if you're gonna be late. And don't forget to clean the shower."

+~+~+

At the office they're always saying "Maxwell and Yuy? I thought that was just a rumor!" And from the way we act at the office and, most of the time, at home I'd have to say I'm not surprised. We don't go around advertising that we've got something going on, even our closest friends would still be in the dark if they hadn't caught us making out on the kitchen table. Quatre was the only one who got it on his own, and Heero still takes pride in the fact that our little space heart spent five oblivious months before figuring out there was a little more going on than what meets the eye.

There's nothing flowery about this relationship Heero and I have, we don't go around holding hands or giving each other candy hearts on Valentine's Day. When Relena found out we were together she almost went into cardiac arrest saying "But you two can't stand each other!" And ninety-nine percent of the time she's right. Those spandex shorts he wears? No matter how nice his ass looks in them, they are the ugliest things I have ever laid eyes on and I am almost embarrassed to been seen in public with him when he's wearing them. The braid I've got trailing down to my thighs? He thinks it's a pain in the ass and has tried to cut it off while I was sleeping more times than I can count.

Once we hit the five year mark, people started accepting that we were in a pretty steady relationship and didn't plan on ending it anytime soon. That's when they started asking us for our firsts. How did you two first meet? I shot him. Twice. When did you two first kiss? Over at his place. We were watching a cheap horror flick and drinking too much beer. They usually aren't pleased too hear that that was the first time we had sex too, and our first date took place the weekend afterward.

Marriage and soulmates is another one of those big questions we get, mostly from Relena seeing as she got married five years ago and has three kids to show for it. When Heero and I told her we were never getting married she looked at us like we'd just said we have sex with monkeys. We got a similar expression when I started laughing after she asked us if we were soulmates. And I don't even know how to describe the look on her face when I explained to her my theory on need.

I don't need Heero. When Heero goes on a mission for a month, I sleep just as well alone as I do when he's laying there beside me. When I have an unimaginably awful day at work, all I really need is a nice big cup of coffee and some terrible TV to watch. I don't need him to fuck me into the mattress. After he wakes up from a screaming nightmare, he doesn't really need me to hold him until he falls back asleep. He's got his crazy breathing excersizes for that. If one day he just doesn't come back from a mission, I am not going to follow him to the grave. Without Heero Yuy, my life will continue its course.

When I tell this to people, I usually get some scandalized expressions, and a few exclamations of "How can you claim to love him?" so I've given up for the most part. But see, they don't ask me the right things. They don't ask me do you want him.

Because I do. Once I get home from a terrible day of work, filled to the brim with mission reports and terrorists and terrible cafeteria food, I know I have a nice big coffee maker to go home to and some really cheesy daytime soap operas. But I still want Heero to kiss me senseless until I can forget about it.

After he's had an awful nightmare that's left him wide awake, he knows he can get back to sleep on his own, but it's still my name he calls and it's my arms he crawls into. Just because he wants me. When he's away on a mission I know I can curl up around my pillow and fall asleep in ten seconds all by myself, but I want him there next to me more than anything in the world.

After we've had a horrible fight about something completely insignificant, like whose turn it is to feed the cat, that ends up with me running to the nearest park, it's not need that brings me back home to him. It's the fact that I want him, no matter what stupid things he does.

I know he feels the same way, too. I see it in the blueberry muffins he leaves out on the stove, even though he hates them. I can feel it in the way his lips move so gently across mine when everyone knows that Heero Yuy is anything but gentle. And I can hear it in the slightly worried tone as he tells me to call if I'm going to be late every single morning, regardless of what happened the day before.

And while I know that if he dies I will still be a capable, thriving human being, I don't want to have to live without him. This relationship we've got, it isn't about need. It's about knowing that neither of us are perfect, we're far from it, but we still want each other anyways. And after ten years, I doubt that's going to change.

Me and Heero, we're different. And I like it that way.

Thirty minutessssss.

2007-04-02T13:43:54Z

Woke up this morning at 7:30. On Spring break. Gr. And couldn't go back to sleep.
I apologize if sleep deprivation caused this to be nightmarish in any way, shape, or form.
♥

Title - Denial
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 2+1. R+1.
Rating - PG-13. Bad language.
Warnings - Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?] Language. Thrown together in thirty minutes. Duo POV.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo's in denial.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

Denial

"You're my best friend," he says. Yeah, right.

"I trust you more than anyone," he tells me. Mhm. Sure.

I glare at the fireplace in front of me, the flames flickering angrily. Yeah, best friends. And that's exactly why he told me about her, isn't it? The pictures on the mantle piece sit innocently, glowing slightly in the firelight. I hate that mantle piece, I decide, because perched on it, right in front of me, is the picture that calls his bluff.

There he is, looking at her out of surprised eyes, the tie he had spent so much time adjusting this morning askew and hanging out of his collared shirt pocket. I'd been giving him grief about it all day, telling him we were only going out with friends and he didn't have to dress up, but he'd only stuck his tongue out at me and told me not everyone was uncouth as I was. There he is, his arm twined oh so comfortably through hers, their shadows merged on the pavement. I remember her voice echoing cheerfully throughout the street, thanking him profusely for asking her to come along when I distinctly recall her inviting herself.

And no, I wasn't jealous of her or anything. I was just mad that my "best friend" hadn't deigned me important enough to tell about his new girlfriend.

Trowa and Quatre stand a small distance away, caught up in their own little world, like always. Quatre is grinning brightly and animatedly telling Trowa about his newest nephew being born the night before. Like any good best friend and lover, Trowa has his full attention focused on the blonde's enthusiastic anecdote. The photographer had just missed the end of Quatre's story, when the two had interlaced their hands and began to continue their walk down the street, goofy, lovesick smiles on their faces. I can't decide whether I'm glad or not.

And no, the pang in my chest when I saw the two of them together was not envy or anything. It's probably heartburn or something.

Wufei stands at the rear, glaring Heavenwards, and probably cursing his ancestors for Sally's Medical Conference in New York. I am assuming he was just trying to remember if he had enough quarters to go find a pay phone and call the "stupid onna", as I recall him talking to her briefly at a gas station only a few minutes later. Her voice had echoed out of the earpiece angrily, asking Wufei what on earth he thought he was doing, interupting her important conference! But a few hushed whispers from our end of the line had her settled, and when Wufei hung up he looked much less likely to murder the first person who looked at him wrong.

And no, I didn't care at all that all of my friends were halves of a couple while I was left on my own. After all, I had a cat to go home to every day, didn't I?

Last, I look at myself. Smiling energetically, I stand only a few feet from Heero and Relena, calling something to him. I'm sure only a teasing remark about how he finally got his princess. I mean, Relena's a nice girl. The street photographer had missed Heero's glare in my direction, snapping the shot and calling us over mere seconds before. After the photographer had printed out our photograph, Quatre had looked at me sadly. He slung an arm around my shoulder, and murmured something about a false smile. I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Heero took a copy of the picture, a smile on his face. When we got home this afternoon, he put it in the center of the mantle piece.

And of course I was happy for him. Who else, if not my best friend, deserved the affection of the princess of the world?

My eyes dance over the other pictures on the mantle, finally finding my favorite hidden behind this new picture. It doesn't hurt at all when I have to get up and adjust them, I swear. The cherished photograph is from a few weeks earlier, at Relena's 17th Birthday Party. She's one of the only one's out of our group of friends who even knows her birthday, so we always make sure to make a big deal celebrating. In the picture I'm grinning widely, surprising her and blowing out the candles. She has this wonderfully shocked expression on her face that makes me laugh, but what I always notice about this picture is the expression Heero is wearing. He's not looking at her, for once, he's looking at me like- like I'm-

No, the reason it's my favorite picture has absolutely nothing to do with the way he's looking at me. It's the angle I like. And the colors.

...Damn. I told Heero we should have cleaned the living room better. I'll have to dust it now, stupid allergies.

I turn away from my favorite picture and look at another one I hold almost as dear, one of just Heero and I. It was after a game of one on one that I definitely beat him at, but he still won't admit to losing. Sweat drips off our skin, we had been playing for hours, and his hair is messier than usual and standing on end. I've got an arm slung over his shoulder, breathing heavily and trying to get my balance. Relena gave this picture a slightly disgusted look last time she came over, telling us that we both looked "sweaty and gross", I believe was her wording. Heero had given her an odd look, I recall, laying a gentle hand on the picture and telling her it was one of his favorites.

And no, that warm feeling in my heart had absolutely nothing to do with his actions. It was the Indian we had just had for dinner.

My gaze is drawn back to his face, a smile hiding there that only I can see. 'In denial?' his perfect and forever preserved blue eyes ask me, and I finally let the tears fall.

One hundred fucking percent.

...

2007-03-27T02:06:53Z

Here's a useless piece of fluff I found while cleaning out folders on my computer. Whoo
I hope that if any of you have had a day as bad as mine, this manages to cheer you up a little, even if only by its sheer pointlessness. ♥

Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2.
Rating - PG-13. Discussion of sexual situations. :]
Warnings - Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?] Probably terribly cliche. Duo POV.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo and Heero fluff.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

I wasn't really sure what had pulled me out into the living room, I had been much more comfortable wrapped in the secure embrace of my lover's arms, content under our warm comforter... I smiled. My lover: the long wished for words felt like a soothing balm to my soul. I had wanted him to be mine for many years, I wouldn't go as far as to say right when I met him, but for a damn long time anyhow. At least since after the first war. It warmed my heart to know that he felt the same for me. Ah, that was probably it. I still couldn't get my head around that after wanting and loving him for so long, he would ever want me back.

I sat in silence, staring distractedly at the design of the carpet, lost in thoughts of the past for God knows how long. It wasn't a surprise when I heard the rustling of sheets from the next room, and cautious footsteps following the path I had taken earlier in the night. A warm body took its place beside mine on the worn, scarlet couch; strong, but gentle, arms pulling me against a muscled chest I had become well aquainted with earlier in the night. I knew that if I traced the path from his defined collar-bone left, down to the bottom of his rib cage, I would find the smattering of scratches that led to the nasty [and, thankfully, stitched up] gash that had brought us together.

He'd been on a mission-- alone. I still couldn't understand why they had sent him without any back up, and was glad he had soothed my anger and proved to me that yes, he was going to be perfectly fine, before I had beheaded Une. It horrified me that one minor miscalculation had almost caused me to lose what I had never actually had. It was pure luck that I had been close by when he paged us frantically, telling us that the mission had gone wrong and he was afraid he wasn't going to make it out. If I had never known how much I loved him before, the fact that I thought nothing of my own personal well-being when I followed him into what I was sure to be our graves would have proved it.

"You're mine." I told him thoughtfully after a moment. I didn't mean to sound jealous or possessive or anything, I was just telling him what was on my mind. Just like we had promised not two hours earlier.

"I'm yours." he agreed amiably, nodding his head gently, and his warm lips grazed my forehead. He tightened the arm he had wrapped around my waist affectionately before opening his mouth to speak again.

"I'm yours, and you're mine."

"Always?" I had to ask, and I shivered, almost afraid of the answer I would receive. He looked startled for a moment, and unreadable cobalt gazed at me, searching my eyes for something [what exactly he was hoping to find I wasn't quite sure]. But what he saw there must have pleased him, for after a moment a smile appeared on well-loved lips and a strong, callused hand knotted in my hair, gently pulling my mouth to meet his and treating me to a lanquid and loving kiss that caused my heart to race and goosebumps to raise up on my arms.

"Always, love."

More Bad Day. Whoo.

2007-03-25T18:06:14Z

Uhm. And it continues...
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2.
Rating - PG-13. Language. Discussion of sexual situations. :]
Warnings - Language. Dialogue fic. Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?]
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Heero's turn to make a phone call.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

Pairings - 1+2.
Disclaimer - Still don't own them.
Warnings - Bad languaged. Discussion of sexual situations.
Author's Notes - Heero's calling Duo this time...

Ring.

"Maxwell here. Minesweeper Consultant and Solitare Expert, at your service."

"Baka."

"Oh, good to hear from you, buddy! How's it going?"

"..."

"So, I take it that means not good?"

"..."

"Oh. Very not good. What's wrong, pal?"

"I would get arrested if I hung Lucas by his ankles from the gym ceiling for a couple days and then proceeded to strangle, draw, and quarter him, wouldn't I?"

"Uhm, yeah, buddy. You probably would. Don't think a Preventor's badge could get you outta that one. And who the hell's Lucas anyways?"

"...You don't know who Lucas is?"

"No way, man, I seem to be drawing a blank. Should I?"

"Seeing as it is his life's goal to get into your pants, I'd say so."

"Oh, you mean that creepy perv in Chemistry actually has a name?"

"He's been telling it to you every day since he transferred into our class."

"I really don't remember. I guess I'm gettin' better at this tuning people out shit. Anyhow, I've got much more interesting things to think about during Chemistry. Like--"

"Duo. I can hear that smirk and I definitely do not want to know what you think about in Chemistry. I have no idea how you could ignore the stuff he's been saying to you."

"Jesus, it's really that bad?"

"Would I say it was if it wasn't?"

"Awh, man. I hate it when you do that. Answer a question with a question, I mean. Now why do you want to strangle Lucas? That's his name, right?"

"...I can't believe you."

"You didn't answer my question."

"You sound like Relena when you use that sing-song voice."

"Awh, 'Ro, she's gotten a lot better since the wars. She even has some good ideas when we have game night. Wasn't she the one who suggested strip poker last--"

"Duo."

"You just don't wanna talk about it 'cause I won."

"..."

"Jesus, 'Ro, that's like the third time tonight! Now tell me what's bugging you before I come over and make you. Actually, now that I think about it, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea..."

"How could you not have remembered Lucas's name? Every day, at the beginning of class--"

"Oh! I remember now! Didn't he say something about it being the name I'd be screaming when he finally got me into bed? Lucas Matthew Johnson."

"I think he was a little more subtle."

"Not much. ...No way, 'Ro, don't tell me that's what's been buggin' you!"

"Mmymmeahmph."

"Uhmm... Didn't quite catch that, buddy."

"...Yeah."

"Heero Yuy, I think you're the baka."

"What?"

"The only name I'm gonna be screaming is yours. Cause you're gonna be the only one gettin' me into bed in the first place. I love you, not some creep in Chem."

"...You said something about wanting to come over?"

"I think I remember saying something along those lines... And I do have to pick up those pants I left last time, you get all the coffee stains out?"

"The... coffee stains are gone."

"You're the best, man. Ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes. If you go over fifteen I'm coming to the Police Station to find you. And Duo?"

"Yeah, 'Ro?"

"Tell Lucas if he lays a hand on you, I'll break it off."

"Oh, if you glare at him the way you glared at me that first time we met, I won't have to."

"..."

"I think if I could see that smirk, 'Ro, I'd be creeped out."

"Ten."

Click.

::squee!::

2007-03-20T00:45:05Z

::feels ridiculously spoiled:: mintbot has made a lovely doujin based on "Bad Day" and "Bad Day Cont'd". ::hugs::
Go look! :]

http://mintbot.livejournal.com/15097.html

More Duo having a bad day. :]

2007-03-18T22:51:26Z

Whoo. Continuation of poor Duo's awful day. :]
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2. Friendship at first.
Rating - PG-13. Language. :]
Warnings - Language. Dialogue fic. Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?]
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - After 2 hours Duo finally makes it to Heero's place.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

Pairings - 1+2 friendship, up until the end.
Disclaimer - I cry myself to sleep every night, but I still don't own them.
Warnings - Bad language. Unfortunately, unbetaed.
Author's Notes - I hate cats. Sequel to Duo's Bad Day phone call fic.

"Duo! Where the hell have you been? You said you'd be here two hours ago!"

"H'ro. Leggo. It's gettin' kinda hard to breathe."

"...Sorry."

"Fucking bad day. Is that a hole in your carpet? Geez Heero, chill. Quit pacing. I'm right here."

"What took you so long? And you're dripping on carpet."

"Well, I thought I'd walk. You only live ten minutes-- Heero, stop giving me that look. I know, I know. Stupid. Now shut up. Anyways, I was walking and when I was halfway there, it started raining. So I thought I'd stop at 'Cathy's Cafe'..."

"Duo. It was pouring. You should have gone home and got your car. Or at least an umbrella. Gods, what is that smell? Duo. You smell like dog piss."

"...Shut up. I went to the cafe cause I figured it was halfway, what's the point, and I thought maybe Hilde would be working and she'd get me a towel and a free mocha, good deal, right? Well, she wasn't there, it was some trainee serving me. I swear Heero, I have got no clue how 'mocha' and 'strawberry creme' sound even nearly the same, but that's what I got. I figure that since my day had already been nightmarishly hellish, the worst a strawberry creme was going to do was make me look like a pussy."

"..."

"You can stop laughing anytime now, jerk. Well, I was drinking my strawberry creme and the door of the cafe flew open and who came in? Some fucking thieves. Guns and skiimasks and all that jazz. I swear, I might have shown a bit more mercy if they hadn't scared the waitress next to me into spilling her entire tray of coffee on my lap."

"What did you do..."

"Eh, nothing too bad. Just knocked the one guy out and bound the other to a chair, this nice old man leant me his tie. ...Come on man, don't look at me like that. It's not like I carry my cuffs around with me."

"Well, that explains the smell. What took you so long after that?"

"Stupid police took me in for questioning. Didn't even get to finish my damn drink. And they wouldn't believe that I was Preventors! Something about the hair being too long for regs. They called Une at the office, but apparently she's out with flu. Along with the rest of the damn organization. So they called her at home and let me tell you! She was not very happy that we interrupted her X-Files Marathon."

"X-Files?"

"Yeah, that show that comes on the oldies channel all the time. I could recognize Mulder's voice anyday. I think she was watching my favorite episode, actually, the one with the tobacco beetles and the lungs--"

"Duo."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Stay on topic. Anyhow, Une confirmed that I was Preventors and the police were all apologetic and shit but they still took like an hour to question me. I know, I should have called. Sorry, 'Ro, didn't have my cell with me and they didn't seem inclined to let me use the phone. 'Specially once they figured out I was 02... That was nasty."

"What do you mean?"

"Eh. Seems the police officer leant more toward Oz than Gundams during the war, ya know? After a few degrading marks about my heritage and sexuality I managed to shut him up. Oh 'Ro, I told you to stop looking at me like that. I didn't do anything that bad. But I did end up having to walk the rest of the way here..."

"Shit, Duo! That's like two miles!"

"...I noticed. I honestly don't believe it's possible to get anymore soaked than I did. And all these dogs kept coming up and sniffing my crotch cause of the coffee. I hate fucking animals."

"Which is why you have a rabbit, three cats, and a dog?"

"Quit being an asshole. Speaking of those damn cats, you know what one of them did? After you hung up, I went to go find my wallet in my room, and you know what I found? One of the damn beasts had decided it's be fun to take a dump on my bed. Now I'm gonna have to sleep on the damn couch! I'm gonna cut that's stupid cat's tail off."

"If you didn't have a guilt complex, you wouldn't have a cat."

"Quit being so fucking logical. Now where's the pizza?"

"Duo, it's been two hours. The damn pizza is freezing and probably tastes like shit."

"Damn! Movie?"

"I've got Galaxy Quest?"

"We watched that last time. But I suppose it'll have to do. ...Damn, this is pathetic. Hilde was right. I need to get laid."

"...That a request?"

"That an offer?"

"..."

"Oh, I like the way your mind works, 'Ro. Well, how about we pass on the movie..."

"Deal."

scuroangelo @ 2007-03-14T20:58:00

2007-03-15T01:02:42Z

Back again with a new story... I'm on a roll?

Title - ...There isn't one. Oops.
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2. Friendship.
Rating - PG-13. Language. :]
Warnings - Language. Dialogue fic. Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?]
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Heero and Duo have an interesting phone conversation.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

Pairings - 1+2 friendship
Disclaimer - Don't own 'em.
Warnings - Bad language. Dialogue fic. Unbetaed. [anyone... anyone?]
Author's Notes - Uhm yeah. Phone call between Heero and Duo. Fic is currently nameless.

Ring.

"Yuy speaking."

"I just had the shittiest day of my life. I seriously think God has some monsterous grudge against me I just haven't figured out yet."

"You need to come over?"

"Hell yeah. Now okay?"

"I did offer, Duo. What do you need?"

"Pizza, beer, and a movie. Preferably with aliens."

"Damn. That is bad."

"I know, I haven't needed anything more than pizza since Quatre's Christmas party. Remember, the thing with Hilde, the tequila, and the macarena?"

"How on earth could I forget, you stayed over for like a week and practically ate me out of my house. What in God's name happened this time?"

"Jesus, Yuy, I haven't even finished processing it yet. Anyhow, I'd probably use the rest of this month's phone bill trying to explain. Let me just tell you... the highlight of my day was either getting my ass slapped by that creepy new kid in Chem, burning my hand making oatmeal this morning, or coming home and getting a chunk the size of Texas bit out of my hand by that satanic rodent."

"...What did you do to make Flopsy bite you?"

"Nothing! I was just putting some of that new rabbit food in his cage, you know that "Happy Rabbit" shit we bought last week, and he bit me!"

"He probably thought you were a carrot or something."

"My finger does not look like a fucking carrot. The rabbit is just a demon from the bowels of hell. Why did I buy that long-eared beast again?"

"Because you have a guilt complex and when you hit a "poor, innocent rabbit" driving home from Illinois you decided you needed to buy another rabbit to atone for it."

"That's fucking retarded. Some best friend you are, you should have talked me out of such a stupid idea. Now I'm going to get fucking rabies."

"..."

"I swear to God, Yuy, that laugh actually passes your lips and I'll kick your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week."

"Laugh, what laugh? I would never laugh at you... The pizza will be here in fifteen minutes. Pepporoni and pineapple, right?"

"Ah, that's why you're my best friend. My favorite! I'll be there in ten if I don't get into some freak accident on the way there. Anything about flash floods, tornadoes, or perhaps King Kong in the news lately?"

"No, Duo."

"Right, see you in ten then. Unless some terrorist decides to bomb the subway. Don't be surprised if I never show up. And Flopsy needs his cage cleaned every two days."

"..."

"Oh, shut the hell up you bastard. Bye."

"Aa."

Click.

Kindergarten Fic

2007-03-14T00:10:26Z

And this is what happens after skinning my knee for the first time in six years...

Title - Best Friends
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2. Friendship.
Rating - G.
Warnings - Kindergarten boys. Written in about an hour. Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?]
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Heero has a bad day.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

It was not turning out to be a very good day, Heero noticed, to his great disappointment. Nothing seemed to be going right! For the first time in his entire life, he had forgotten to do his math homework; and as a result his teacher made him sit by her, and Dorothy who never did her homework, on the incomfortable school bench for all of recess and watch all his other friends, like Trowa and Quatre, have fun. Then, when Heero got to lunch and reached into his pants pocket for his lunch money-- all his grasping little fingers found was a hole! Even the lollipop Trowa had given him the day before was gone. Without Duo's generous donation of Power-Rangers' fruit snacks, Heero was sure he would have starved to death. Indeed, it was very lucky all the kindergarteners had lunch together, seeing as Duo and Heero weren't in the same class.

After lunch, the teacher brought them back to the classroom and told them that they would be doing a project where they had to get married and have a baby. Heero didn't like that idea at all, girls had cooties! Especially his partner, Relena Darlian. He thought that she probably had the most cooties of all. For the assignment, Heero's teacher gave all of the pairs a potato, which would be their baby. Relena didn't let Heero help decorate their baby-potato at all, and by the time it was done Heero thought it looked more like the chipmunk he and Duo had seen in the park the day before before. The one his Mommy had told the two of them to stay far away from because it looked "rabid", whatever that meant. And even worse than coloring their baby-potato-chipmunk with pink markers, Relena spent the whole rest of the day doing girlie things like trying to hold his hand and hug him.

In the middle of playtime Heero's seemingly endless patience, after all it had been a whole hour since Relena had started bothering him, had given out and he had snatched up Relena's brand new "Surfer Babe Barbie" and snapped her smiling, blonde head off. Relena had burst into tears, which Heero had found very immature, and despite his adament pleas and reasonable explanation for his actions he had been sent to sit in the time out corner all alone to "think about what he had done" until he apologized to Relena. Heero didn't really understand why he had to think about what he had done, since he was the one who had done it in the first place. He had spent the rest of the day in time out, he wasn't even allowed to sit on the circle rug when teacher was reading Peter Rabbit!

Finally, when the day was over and the bell had rung, the teacher called Heero over to her desk so they could have a "little talk" about his behavior. After about five minutes of endless babbling, Heero started to doubt that this was going to be a very little talk. And if that wasn't enough, once teacher had finally stopped talking about how Heero needed to treat Relena with more respect, she told him that she was going to have to call his Mom too! Heero gulped nervously at the thought.

After what Heero knew had to be hours, teacher finally let him leave. Unfortunately, his relief was short lived. He had missed his bus as well! Heero didn't think this was very fair at all. It was so unfair, in fact, that the confused kindergartener found himself sitting heavily on the pavement and wondering what exactly he had done to make Jesus so angry with him. His bout of self-pity was cut short by the sound of someone clearing their throat noisily not far away. Heero ignored them at first, but after three more loud coughs he finally gave in. He raised his head dejectedly, glancing around uninterestedly for the source of the interuption. He was greeted with the sight of his very best friend, Duo, sitting on the steps not three feet away. The slightly smaller boy was swinging his short legs lazily, his small, Nike clad feet banging against the concrete. His braid was hanging down slightly past one shoulder and blowing in the wind, wide violet eyes focused on Heero expectantly.

"What are you doing here, Duo?"

"Waitin' for you! You'll never guess what happen'd t'day, 'Ro. 'S coolest thing ever!" Duo leapt up and grabbed his best friend's open hand, pulling him to his feet and in the direction of their neighborhood. Heero gave his friend a small smile and followed dociley, glad to hear of whatever antics the other boy had gotten himself in to.

"Ya know the real big tree on the playground? I climbed all the way to the top! And I didn't even fall! But teacher saw me and got real mad and made me come down. But when I got down, I was so esited that I wanted to tell Hilde. But she was way over on the other side of the playground and when I was runnin' I tripped and fell and made my knee bleed. But I didn't cry or nothin'--"

Heero tightened his grip on the other boy's hand, finding the small smile on his face grow into a much brighter one. Yes, Heero thought as his friend continued talking animatedly, maybe he could survive one or two more of these terrible kinds of days. But only as long as he had his best friend holding his hand to cheer him up at the end of it.

...Fic.

2007-02-08T03:27:20Z

Title - If We Were a Movie
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1x2.
Rating - PG.
Warnings - Completely pointless. Odd. Hannah Montana. =/
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Heero comes home from work to an unexpected surprise.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

Pairings - 1x2
Disclaimer - Don't own them.
Warnings - Odd, completely plotless, Hannah Montana O_o.
Author's notes - Uhm, this is what happens after listening to Hannah Montana one too many times... Ends rather abruptly? I don't have a beta at the moment, so if there's anyone that wouldn't mind betaing for me in future, please leave your email and I'll be the most grateful kid ever. :] Thanks.
Many thanks to aleilisth for betaing this odd little fic!

If We Were a Movie

Heero Yuy walked in through the front door of the house he shared with Duo Maxwell with a barely noticeable smile on his lips. His day had not been one of the best, his new partner seemed to be a cruel God's idea of a joke and could barely even figure out which end of the gun you pointed at the target; Une was expecting a full report of the past week's mission the next morning; and Chang had accidentally gotten him a peanut butter sandwich instead of his usual ham & cheese, causing him to break out in hives and get the worst headache known to man. It was an understatement to say he was excited to get back home to his lover and enjoy a quiet evening together. As he entered the front hallway he realized that a quiet evening was not to be, as horrendous, unearthly music was pulsing throughout the house. It seemed that Murphy was reserving his day for the one and only Heero Yuy.

"...I know...

How you always seem to go

For the obvious

Instead of me

But get a ticket and you'll see..."

Shuddering at the sound of the teenage popstar's voice, Heero gathered his courage and took a step toward the living room, all the while questioning his braided lover's sanity. It took many false starts and much girding of loins, but finally Heero forced himself into the god forsaken room. What he found there was disastrous. The room was covered in chocolate pudding, Barbie dolls, soda cans, and popcorn bags. Heero cringed, and after a second glance around the room finally spotted his lover. The boy looked terrified, cowering behind the couch, his violet eyes wide with horror. The customary braid was falling out of place, as if nervous fingers had run through it numerous times, and his clothes were rumpled and covered in the chocolate pudding stains that had coated the rest of the living room as well. But no, this was not where that gut wrenching sound was coming from.

"If we were a movie

You'd be the right guy

And I'd be the best friend

That you'd fall in love with..."

"Duo." Heero finally forced out, doing his best to keep his voice steady. "What in God's name is that sound?" Duo moaned in what almost seemed like pain, and he blindly reached for his lover, pulling Heero to the floor and into his arms. The braided boy buried his face in the confused Preventor's shirt, holding them both so close to the floor it was almost as if he was attempting to become one with the chocolate covered, burgundy carpet. The cobalt eyed boy understood his poor Duo exactly, he too wanted to sink into the carpet, anything to get away from that sound. And the horror! It seemed to be getting louder!

"In the end

We'd be laughin'

Watchin' the sunset

Fade to black

Show the names

Play that happy song..."

"Heero!" Duo finally gasped out, the strain almost too much for him. "Please, make it stop. It keeps on repeating and repeating and repeating and-" Heero clapped a hand over the violet eyed boy's mouth, it seemed that the music had driven him mad. Heero saw red, who was this person that had managed to break his lover? He pulled himself out of Duo's arms and marched toward the sound, his love for Duo overcoming the fear in his heart. Finally he reached the source-- the Yuy and Maxwell bedroom. Dancing around on their poor, abused bed was a small girl, no older than six, singing along to the song playing on their stereo. Her silky blonde hair was in pigtails falling down past her shoulders, swinging around her head as she leapt around on the tempur-pedic mattress Heero had bought just a couple of weeks ago for his and Duo's third year anniversary. Needless to say, a fourty-five pound child jumping around on it was the least of the poor bed's worries-- it had been through much more since its purchase. Anyhow, sparkling blue eyes shone, and a little mouth made for smiling continued to sing the lyrics of that song that was threatening to drive all the inhabitants of the Yuy-Maxwell house mad. Heero even thought he had seen a hint of insanity in their goldfish's eyes. Finally, the usually patient ex-soldier could take the sound no longer and he lunged for the stereo, pulling the music chip out and crunching it under his combat booted heel. Silence rang throughout the bedroom.

"Princess," Heero was the first to break the deafening silence. "What on earth was that sound?" The little girl's eyes filled up with tears, and ignoring his question she fled the bedroom, running as fast as her skinny little six year old legs could carry her. Heero, sighing dramatically, followed the child into the living room where she had flung herself into Duo's arms and was in the process of sobbing into his shoulder and telling him how "U-uncle Heero killed Hannah!" Duo seemed to have regained his composure, and while comforting the distraught child in his arms, shot an immensely grateful look toward his lover. A sudden ringing from the doorbell startled all in the house, and was accompanied by a female voice calling,

"Heero! Duo!" 'Princess' lifted her tear streaked face from Duo's shoulder, a small smile on her face, and quickly pulled out of her Uncle's arms and ran for the front hall.

"Mommy!" the little girl cried, flinging open the front door and throwing herself into Relena Peacecraft's arms.

+~+~+

A couple of hours and an abused bed later, Heero and Duo found themselves lying contentedly in each other's arms, small smiles on both their faces and a blissful silence filling the house. Unexpectedly, Duo rolled over, nestling his face in the other man's neck. Heero accomodated him, wrapping a strong arm around the braided boy.

"Mm. Heero?" Duo mumbled sleepily, his soft lips moving lazily across his partner's neck. Heero tightened his hold around his lover's waist and nodded, prodding the braided boy to go on.

"Let's never babysit again."

The End...

Beta.

2007-02-04T21:43:57Z

Hey everyoneee. I just finished a ficlet earlier & I was wondering if there was anyone out there willing to beta? Thank you!
- Scuro

Tranquility

2007-01-21T03:09:53Z

Title - Tranquility
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2
Rating - PG-13 for inappropriate language.
Warnings - Inappropriate language, some shounen ai, AU.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Heero's makes some realizations once his best friend's dog dies.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

Pairings - 1+2
Disclaimer - I don't own them.
Warnings - Language. AU. No Beta. Maybe OOC?

Tranquility

The realization I was in love with him didn't happen all at one time, all of a sudden. It was more like it had been there forever, for my entire life, and I was just finding the time figure it out.

+~+~+

Duo Maxwell had had that damn dog for as long as I had known him, and that had been a pretty long time. We had met on the bus on the first day of kindergarten, I had lived just down the street from the orphanage he lived in. My parents were strict and didn't spend much time on frugal delights, it was a rare occasion when we went out for even a simple family dinner. I have no doubt that I was what could be called a "mistake", my parents were much happier off working by themselves than trying to entertain a young child. Duo had waltzed onto that bus like he owned it, in his bedraggled, miniature, priests' collar with a determined grin on his round face, his violet eyes challenging anyone to try and put him down. A braid hung down shortly past his shoulders, I think that's what stuck out to me more than anything. In my short life I had never seen a boy with long hair. Meeting this boy so unlike me, full of energy and joy and love, was definitely quite the shock for a five year old raised with none. Even so, I have to say the most shocking part was the fact that this completely insane bundle of smiles, my polar opposite, had no problem getting as far under my skin as anyone ever had before and becoming my best friend. The dog had just appeared to come with the package.

I wasn't quite sure why it was Duo was so attached to the dog. It was far from the prettiest creature I had ever seen, missing half of his left ear and his quilt patch fur coarse in some places and soft in others. The mutt was quite the beast as well, by far the biggest dog I had ever seen in my life. Dodger was good tempered though, and loved Duo as much as any dog had ever loved its master. Duo, I knew, returned that love full force. Once, when I had questioned why exactly it was he had chosen the mutt, he had told me "I didn't choose Dodger, Heero. Dodger chose me." I wasn't surprised that this was the case. Duo hadn't always lived in the orphanage, he didn't make a habit of talking about it but I knew. And I knew that Dodger and Duo had been together since before either had ever had a home. Before the Maxwell Church had taken him in, he had lived on the streets. Streets that were far too dangerous for a little child to be living on by himself. And ugly as that beast was, I knew it was him I was to be thankful for that I had ever even met my best friend. Duo had himself the most over protective dog God had put on the planet.

+~+~+

Every day when the bus picked Duo up from the orphanage, Dodger, that damn dog, attempted to follow his master onto the bus. Every day the door was shut in the poor mutt's face, and every day he would just decide to chase the bus to the end of the street instead. That was when he would turn around, tail between his legs, and scamper back home. And at the end of every day, when the bus dropped Duo back off at home, Dodger was sitting right in front of the orphanage waiting to leap upon the boy and attempt to lick him from head to toe. It was like a tradition, a tradition that had started that first day of kindergarten so long ago. So when one day, thirteen years later, Duo walked onto the bus with an abandoned expression on his face and no dog following loyally behind, I knew something was wrong.

"Dodger's dead." he told me as he sat down next me, looking as if the entire world was resting on his shoulders. As if he was the camel with so many straws on his poor, bruised back, waiting for one more to break him. His voice sounded about as alive as Dodger seemed to be, no emotion present. It was like he was telling me today's forecast.

"Hit by a goddamn truck, Heero. A fucking truck." I didn't know what to say to him, so I opted to just put my arm around him in that universal sign of comfort. He tensed up for a moment, but then relaxed into the embrace and rested his head on my shoulder. I wasn't very good at interacting with people, I never knew what to do, but Duo was different. I knew him as well as I knew myself, and what he needed always seemed to come to me. Maybe it was because what he needed was usually what I needed as well. He didn't say anything the entire way to school, and my heart ached for him in a way I'd only felt when it was him hurting. I couldn't seem to wrap my head around the fact that Dodger was dead. The dog had driven me crazy, but his prescence was as constant to me as the sun rising in the morning. I could easily understand the lost look I found in Duo's eyes whenever I looked at him, probably because I was sure it was mirrored in my own. I wasn't surprised by Duo's silence, I knew that was how he coped with pain. He didn't scream or cry or sulk, he shut down.

He didn't speak for the entire day at school, worrying more people than just me. Even after the ordeal of him coming out the year before, he was still one of the more popular boys at school and had more friends than I could count. He was there for anyone who needed him with a ready smile going from ear to ear and his violet eyes glistening with joy. And it had to be said that although I was not one for talking more than necessary, he made up for my silence plus some with his inane chatter. Looking at the two of us from a distance, you would never guess that we were best friends, which is probably why most of the school's population was in awe at our unlikely friendship. However, they took it in stride and I was approached on many occasions that day being asked questions such as:

"What's wrong with Duo?"

"Is he going to be alright?"

"You're his best friend, why don't you try talking to him?"

I attempted to answer as many as I could honestly, and in as few words as possible. I didn't enjoy being the center of attention, and I knew today Duo wouldn't either. We sat together at lunch at a table in the corner, our silence deafening. The chatter of Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, and Sally, our closest friends, echoed around us in an almost eerie fashion, the air seemed empty without Duo's voice. Quatre did his best to cheer Duo up, he was such a kind soul he couldn't help it. Duo didn't seem to want the well meaning help though, and merely nodded every few sentences. I pitied Quatre as a distressed look crossed his face, his aquamarine eyes filled with anguish, but Trowa's strong arm wrapped comfortingly around his waist consoled more than any hollow words I could have come up with. It was one of the roughest days I'd had in my life and by the time it was over I was tense with worry.

I went home that day to the empty apartment I'd just gotten a few months previous, hair dripping from the rain outside. It seemed even the weather was reflecting Duo's mood. I set the umbrella in my front hall closet and walked into the living room, throwing myself onto one of the warm, cushioned chairs. Living on my own was a lonely tranquility I loved and despised equally. My parents had died about eight years before in a car crash, and my Uncle had moved in with me. I don't know how I could had survived those first few months without my best friend. As unfeeling as it sounds, my parents' death was not the thing that had been tearing me up inside. They had never taken much interest in me, and much of the time I had lived alone anyways as they were often out and about roaming the country. When I heard of their death, I couldn't even muster up enough genuine distress to cry for them. No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was the arrival of my Uncle Jay.

Jay was what most kids our age would have classified as a "mad scientist", and he had worked in the army for many years. Much of the destructive equipment that had been created for wars had been my Uncle's doing, and our home life was not unlike one I would have had if I was a recruit in the military. Living off of military rations and being beat often, if not once a day, was a difficult life for a ten year old, and Duo was always there for me. Even if it was only someone to spar with, the two of us had taken martial arts together before Jay moved in and we found that a good, honest fight was always a good way to relieve stress, he had made my life bearable. He always knew what to say.

I had moved out after 7 years of Jay's abuse with Duo's help. He had done most of the work, in fact. Once I told him that I wanted to move out on my own and get away from my Uncle he had done all he could to make it happen. Phone numbers were slipped through the slots in my locker, phone numbers of apartment complexes, job offices, furniture stores. He had thought of everything, more than everything. We had filled out resume after resume, and he wouldn't let me settle for anything less than what I wanted. We went through bank accounts, checked funds and made more decisions than I ever could have made on my own. Finally, after months of planning, I had found the perfect apartment, and, because of my tendancies to save every penny I had ever earned, I could afford it. He was like a saving grace, and the fact I was now living in the apartment complex not two blocks away from the orphanage and had a steady income was all his doing. He had even helped me tell Jay, standing at my shoulder and encouraging me. He was always there for me, no matter what I needed, and I hated myself for not being as constant in his life as he was in mine.

He hadn't only helped me with making a start and getting out on my own, he had also helped me with my other petty problems. The year before he had helped me get out of a relationship crisis with one of my best friends, Relena. The girl was beautiful and sweet tempered and the smartest you could ask for, but I couldn't find myself being interested in her in the way she wanted. Duo, like any best friend, advised me to do whatever my heart told me. That's one of the things he told me most often, besides his "I may run, and I may hide, but I'll never lie." motto he lived by. Although it was I who handled the situation with Relena and maintained our steadfast friendship, I know that without Duo's advice and help I would have lost her forever. The way he has been such a loyal friend makes me wonder how he could ever want me to be his best friend.

A loud boom of thunder was the only warning I had before the lights flickered and went out, pulling me out of my reverie. I reached blindly around the apartment before finding my flashlight, some candles, and a box of matches. As I set up the candles, bringing a little light back into my world, I thought about how dark Duo's must have been. Thinking back on all the kind and helpful things Duo had ever done for me had only made guilt well up in my heart. My amazing best friend was hurting and I was doing nothing to help him! Determined to be a better friend to him from that day on I reached into my pocket for my cell phone, preparing to call the orphanage and goddamn, just talk to him. I thought that maybe we lived far enough away that the orphanage would still have power. But before I could even find his phone number on my speed dial, I heard a sharp rap on the front door of my apartment. Slightly surprised I walked across the darkened front hall and peeked out the small peephole. My surprise grew as I saw the object of my thoughts standing out in the dark hallway, and I yanked the door open.

Duo was soaked from head to toe, his poor, bedraggled braid extending even further down his back because of the water. The red carpet surrounding him was as soaked as if someone had poured a bucket of water over it, turning it the color of dried blood. If he had been the sort to cry I would have thought that the water dripping down his face was tears, and his trademark smile was no where to be seen. Empty violet eyes gazed at me desperately, containing a hurt that went to the very soul, and he panted as though he had just run a marathon. Standing in that dark hallway, water dripping off of his pitch black clothes like a waterfall, I thought he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. That might have been when I realized it.

It felt like hours we stood in that darkened hallway, staring at each other, but it could have only been a few minutes. Finally I came back to myself and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the apartment. He was trembling under my touch, but I couldn't tell if it was the cold or the hurt that was causing it. I thought my heart was going to explode with all of the emotion I was feeling. That might have been when I realized it.

"Damn, Duo, did you run the entire way here?" I finally gasped out, wondering why I was so short on breath. I wondered if he could hear the mad pounding of my heart that the simple feel of my hand on his chilled skin seemed to iniate, I thought he had to be deaf if he couldn't, as it was so loud it was drowning out all thought that didn't revolve around him and how very beautiful and broken he looked standing there. He nodded at me quickly, and inhaled sharply, wrapping his free arm around his torso and turning his gaze down to the ground. It was as if he was trying to hold himself together, as if he was afraid if he didn't hold on tight enough he would fall apart. I was lost, and for once I didn't know what it was he needed. I wanted to hold him tight in my arms and never let him go. I wanted to cry. I wanted him to tell me what to do to make it stop hurting. I didn't know what I wanted at all. That might have been when I realized it.

Finally he looked up at me with those empty, empty violet eyes, and finally, after a whole day of silence, I heard that voice that seemed to make everything and anything in the world right when he spoke to me. It was like hearing his voice for the first time and my stomach turned inside out. That might have been when I realized it.

"Heero." he whispered turning away again, and his voice was so very broken I knew that I would do absolutely anything in the world for him. Anything in the world to take all the hurt away and give him his smile back. I didn't know what to say to him and I did all at once. So I didn't say anything at all, I just placed my hand under his chin and lifted his face up, looking into those captivating eyes once more. That electric rush that the feel of his smooth skin under my callused hands seemed to trigger shot through me again, the force doubled by his gaze, and I opened my mouth to speak to him. That might have been when I realized it.

"I'm here." those two simple words seemed to sum up all these feelings that were churning around inside me that I didn't know what to do with, and then there was no more need to speak at all. Somehow, I think that those words broke something inside of him and his face crumbled before my eyes. And for the first time in my life I saw my best friend, Duo Maxwell, cry. The tears cascaded down his face in rivers, and finally I couldn't do anything except open my arms to him. He flung himself at my with all the force in his slender, but muscular, frame and clung to me like he was never going to let me go. And I held him just as tightly, reveling in the feeling that holding him so close seemed to do to my heart. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and even though there were tears dripping down my throat and soaking through my shirt, I felt that I wanted to hold him against me for the rest of my life. It felt like here in my arms was where he belonged, and spontaneously I pressed my lips to his soaked hair in a gentle kiss, merely because it felt right. He let out a little mew of what could have been distress or joy, but whatever it was he held me even tighter. I had no doubt that there would be bruises on both of us after we released each other from this... embrace. That might have been when I realized it.

We were both soaked through to the bone, from a mixture of rain and tears, and so I let him go and took his hand instead. His sobs bubbled up more insistantly and I thought my heart was breaking, but I led him to my bedroom with a firm hand, flashlight leading our way. I undressed him gently, wrapping him in a towel I had gotten out of my dresser. I knew well he could easily dress and dry himself, but I didn't know if I could take my hands off of him long enough for him to do it. We were both dressed in dry, warm clothes, and less soaked than before in a matter of minutes. I pulled him into my warm, double bed with me, wrapping us in blankets and making a cocoon to snuggle into. He laid his head on my chest, heartwracking sobs taking over his body, but I didn't try to stop him. I knew these tears were for more than just Dodger. That might have been when I realized it.

No, he was crying for all the things he hadn't cried for before in his childhood, all the things he had been too afraid or strong to cry for before. He was crying for Solo, his brother, who had died of pneumonia when Duo was only seven. He was crying because Solo had adamently told him "Boys don't cry" and he had listened and it was catching up with him now. He was crying because of all the times he had been called "street trash", because he thought that maybe they were right. He was crying because he didn't have a family, because he'd never had a family, because no one had wanted him for more than a week. He was crying because his only home, the church, had burned down when he was nine and he had been told he would be sent off to another orphanage far away from Sister Helen, and Father Maxwell, and me, and his home if they couldn't rebuild in less than six months. He was crying because they had cut it so close and he had been so afraid. He was crying because he had come out of the closet the year before and he had been teased and hated and beat up for it. He was crying because he had lost so many, and he was so afraid he would lose more. He was crying because he had friends who would love him forever and he was so very grateful. He cried for hours and all I could do was hold him, and rock him, and listen to his broken whispers as he told me everything. That might have been when I realized it.

Finally the sobs died down and he closed his eyes, drifting off into a heavy, undisturbed slumber. It may have been only my imagination that I heard him whisper "I love you." But by then I knew I loved him as well, that I had for as long as I could rememeber. And that I would love him for as long as I lived, and that I never intended on letting him go. Duo Maxwell was buried in my soul deep, and he wasn't ever going to get back out. I wondered how he would feel about that. But I would wait, I would wait until he woke up again. And once his beautiful eyes were open, and looking at me, I would tell him that yes, I loved him too, and I loved him more than anything or anyone I had ever loved before. I would tell him that I would be his family. And I would tell him that I would want him forever, for as long as he wanted me, because life wasn't worth it unless he was going to live it with me. And that night, as I fell asleep with the feel of Duo's arms wrapped tight around my chest and the feel of his braid wrapped tightly in my hand, I realized something else.

I realized that living alone was much more empty than I had ever known, and that tranquility would be so much better if Duo Maxwell was there to share it.

City... Again

2006-01-23T22:33:48Z

Title - City of Angels
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - Main 1x2, background 3x4 etc
Rating - PG-13 for inappropriate language and shounen ai pairings
Warnings - Inappropriate language, some shounen ai/slash/yaoi etc
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing
Summary - Our favorite Shinigami, Duo is on a mission to get all of the black feathers on his wings to turn white so he can go to Heaven. In order to do this though, he must make one unhappy mortal satisfied with his life. Heero Yuy.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^

Heero Yuy stared at the large, gray school building bleakly. It was his first day at this new high school; his most recent foster parents had turned him in after less then a month. They had said they felt sorry for the next person who was stuck with him and never wanted a foster child over five ever again, but Heero couldn't find it in himself to care. They weren't the first parents to treat him with such "affection", and they surely wouldn't be the last. At least Mrs. Krieger seemed nice… And then there was the Maxwell Church down the street. The kids there were at least half decent.

Heero took a breath and stepped into the building. Under the stony façade he was just a timid boy who had lost the ability to trust. Looking around anxiously, well anxiously for Heero Yuy (he looked nonchalant to the rest of the student population), he realized the main office was no where to be found. Shit. Now what am I supposed to do? He wondered slightly nervously. All of a sudden a pretty young girl, probably a freshman, walked down the hallway. Noticing Heero standing there staring at a wall aimlessly, she skipped up to him cheerfully. She smiled sweetly, and shyly said,

"Excuse me for asking, but are you lost?" Heero pulled his attention from the fake brick wall, and cocked his head at the girl.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly. The red-haired girl was rather unnerved by his uncaring tone and hostile glare, but tried to hide it. Covering her mouth sheepishly, she exclaimed,

"Oh! I'm sorry! My name is Mariemeia Khushrenada! What's yours? I'm a freshman!" Heero looked at the girl strangely, why was she acting so kind to him? She didn't even know him!

"Heero. Heero Yuy. Sophomore." Heero answered, his voice was cold and calculating, nothing like Mariemeia's sweet, warm one. Mariemeia smiled at her new acquaintance, her sky blue eyes sparkling with mirth.

The way her eyes sparkled reminded him of two brilliant sapphires, he had seen sapphire earrings, they belonged to one of his old foster mothers, and her eyes looked just like them. Only they looked warm, and not cold like the stones.

"Do you need any help, Heero?" she asked sweetly, although her charm didn't seem to have much effect on Heero. He did, however, feel the girl was pleasant and a possible friend.

"I can't find the office." He answered, and although Mariemeia couldn't tell, his voice was less cold and more affectionate. The girl brightened and grabbed Heero's hand, grinning unabashedly.

"Come on, Heero! I'll show you the way!" Blushing lightly, Heero let the girl pull him through the complicated hallways to the very center of the maze. The principal's office.

Upon reaching the office, Mariemeia smiled happily and released Heero's hand.

"Maybe I'll see you at lunch, Heero! If I don't… I don't know! But I'll see you again soon!" the girl gave Heero a quick hug, and left him stranded at the entrance to the principal's office. Heero nodded in the direction the girl had run off in, before turning and opening the large, wooden door.

A pretty blonde lady looked up at him and smiled. She beckoned him to her desk, and Heero raised his eyebrow at how unprofessional she looked in her hot pink, low cut, shirt.

"Hello, sweetheart. What do you need, honey?" the woman asked in a sugar filled voice. Looking at her nametag Heero's other eyebrow flew up, at both her slightly ridiculous name and flat out ridiculous coddling. Candy Apple. What had her parents been thinking? Looking up at… Candy Apple, Heero answered,

"Heero Yuy. I just transferred." The young lady looked rather frightened at the cool tone and straight to the point manner of the teenage boy. He was unlike any of the other children at Lawson High, not that that was a bad thing! At least to the young 16 year old it wasn't… Candy Apple smiled sweetly, and turned to go through her files.

"I'm not really a teacher, Heero. I'm an office aid, I help in homeroom and first block." The girl explained sweetly. "What grade are you in, Heero?" Heero raised an eyebrow and nodded toward Candy's desk. Right at the top of her stack of papers was a folder labeled… Heero Yuy. Candy at least had the decency to blush. Looking through the folder, she began humming. Heero noted she was EXTREMELY out of tune.

"Ah, Heero. You are a… Sophomore! Like me! And you are in the… Angels! Again, like me!" Before Candy had a chance to read off his schedule, Heero snatched the folder out of the girl's hands.

"Yuy, please. And excuse me, Miss Apple. But I can handle reading my own schedule." He stated coldly. Candy hmphed, but after noticing it had no effect whatsoever on the stoic Heero Yuy, Candy tried another approach. Batting her eyes at Heero, she said,

"I am SO sorry, Heero! I never doubted your capabilities!" Heero sighed and rolled his eyes.

"If you could give me a map of the school or something-" he began. Candy interrupted, saying,

"Oh, Heero! It would be a pleasure to show you around!" Getting irritated with the girl's honeyed tone and meaningful glances, Heero looked up at the ceiling and sighed. After a few moments of staring at the ceiling, Heero looked back at the annoying girl.

"Yuy." Heero repeated. "Now would you stop treating me like I'm your boyfriend or something? I don't even know you, and have no interest in persuing a relationship with you either. If you would just treat me like a normal student, give me a map, mark it, and let me leave it would be greatly appreciated." Heero's normally cold tone was laced with annoyance, and Candy could hear it clearly. Deciding to try another time, she smiled sweetly.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Yuy. I'll go get you a map immediately." Heero nodded, annoyance fading slightly at the girl's cooperation.

A few moments later Candy was back in the room. She beckoned for Heero to come around to her side of the desk. Heero did as bidden, and Candy pulled a pen out of the desk drawer. She marked the map, locating the Angels pod, and smiled up at the boy. Then she marked the office, "accidentally" brushing Heero's hip.

"So you just follow this hallway, and there's the pod in the North-East corner!" Candy finished. Heero nodded, grabbed the map, schedule, and supplies list, and briskly walked out of the office. Damn girl. He thought, before pulling out his scheldule and looking it over.

Homeroom= Barton, 305

A-1= Kinomoto, Foreign Language, 505

B-1= Kawasaki, Music Theory, 503

A-2= Kondo, Japanese History, 303

B-2= Aoyama, Math, 301

LUNCH, Cafeteria

A-4= Kurata, Biology, 300

B-4= Hayama, English, 304

A-5= Kurosaki, Literacy, 302

B-5= Tsuzuki, Algebra 2, 306

So. Headed to Room 305, Barton. Where am I now…? Looking down at his map, Heero realized he had lost himself. It would take him all day to get out of this fix…

XX-XX

After ten minutes of aimless searching, a bell rang signaling first block. Ah well, Music Theory will just have to wait. The boy looked around the halls and saw… Mariemeia. He bit his lip, having difficulty deciding whether to call out to her, or find his way himself. In the end he didn't have to make a decision, as a friend of Mariemeia's turned around and said,

"Hey, Marie! Isn't that the boy you were talking about in homeroom?" Mariemeia turned around, and when she saw Heero she squealed,

"Yah, that's him! That's him! Hey, Heero!" Mariemeia came running over to Heero. Wrinkling her nose and putting her hands on her hips, she gave Heero a knowing glance. Then she giggled.

"You're lost again, aren't you!? What do you need to find?" she questioned, laughing gleefully when she saw Heero's blush.

"Music Theory room. Can you help, please?" he asked. Mariemeia laughed again and nodded. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him along. Looking over her shoulder she cried,

"I'll see you girls in first block! Tell the teacher I'm showing Heero where the Music Theory room is if I'm late!" then, looking to Heero, she said, "So when do you have lunch?"

"3rd block." He answered sharply. It didn't matter if the girl was pretty or nice, he wasn't going to let his guard down for anyone. The boy stiffened slightly as Mariemeia flung her arms around him in excitement.

"I have it 3rd block too! I'm a freshman, but I have some Sophomore classes also! Maybe I'll see you then…" Heero listened to the cheerful babble half-heartedly, and commited the maze of school hallways to memory. He wasn't going to get lost again.

"Ah, you have a map!" Mariemeia exclaimed, snatching the accused piece of paper from Heero's hands. Taking a pen out of her binder, she quickly marked the locations of the Music Room and Cafeteria.

"What is your other elective?" she asked; ready to mark it on the map of the school. Heero, looked at the girl and answered,

"Foreign Language. Thank you." Mariemeia squealed and marked it quickly. Pulling him down the hallway, she began to run as the bell signaling a tardy rang.

"Here's the Music Theory Room! I'll see you at lunch!" With that she placed a sloppy kiss on the boy's cheek and ran down the opposite hallway, trying to get to her classroom as fast as possible. Heero ignored the gesture, walking into the Music room confidently.

XX-XX

The bell indicating lunch hour rang, and Heero walked toward the lunchroom nonchalantly and without any difficulty. During Math he had made it his goal to memorize the locations of the all of his classrooms so he wouldn't have to ask for help again.. The first two blocks had not exactly been what you would call fun, but they weren't too bad. His first class, with Kawasaki-sensei was okay, but Heero wasn't really a person who was interested in music OR singing. The teacher was very sympathetic with him though, and didn't take any points off for his missing supplies. Then came Math. Heero was very good at maths, so he didn't have a problem with the class. The teacher, Aoyama-sensei, supplied with him with enough pencils and paper to last him a month! She was also very good with the students who didn't understand math. She even went so far as to say she wasn't very good with math as a young girl, but came to love the subject and mastered it, giving many students hope for their failing grades.

Heero walked into the lunch room calmly, feeling none of the nervousness that a new student generally felt on their first day. He found and sat down at an empty table, scanning the cafeteria and indulging in one of his secret pleasures: people watching. After looking around for five minutes, and analyzing just as many people, he saw Mariemeia giggling with her friends. He decided to examine her next, but feeling his stare on her back, Mariemeia turned around. Seeing the dark haired boy, she scooped up her tray and ran over to sit by him. Giving him another one of those knowing smiles, she said,

"You like me, don't you?" Heero raised his eyebrow, and nodded, shrugging slightly. It didn't really matter to him. Mariemeia, on the otherhand, giggled girlishly. A smile lit the girl's face and she whispered,

"I like you too. Wanna go out?" Heero's eyebrow raised even higher and he shrugged again. What did he have to lose? Mariemeia grinned again, taking his hand and dragging him over to her lunch table and introducing him to all her friends. All the girls giggled and fawned over him, before gossiping about who was going out with who once more. Heero, on the other hand, merely went back to people watching.

City of Angels

2006-01-23T00:01:42Z

So yeah... This past weekend I went through and edited the living hell of out City of Angels because Heero was disturbingly out of character and the story just needed some serious work... I figure I will post them here and maybe on gw_safehouse to see if I can get any C&C. Maybe one a day.

Here's the first chapter... If I can get the cut to work. Sorry if it doesn't.
Ja.
PS- Sorry if this gets posted twice... I tried to post it earlier but it isn't showing up.

Pairings - 1x2x1

Disclaimer - Don't own Gundam Wing, and never claimed to either.

Meet Me In Heaven

"Damn! Now where am I gonna go?" An anguished cry echoed throughout the train station. A young, teenage… boy, about fifteen in mortal years, threaded his fingers through his spiked bangs. The other hand was dug deep into his silky black pants pocket. Duo was in quite a predicament.

"God." He muttered angrily. "How humiliating. An Angel of Death that's TOO NICE?!?!" That's right. Our Duo had been kicked out of Hell. And it was all the fault of those damn wings of his…

-Flash-Back Mode-

"Duo!" A deep, unnerving voice echoed throughout the 7.5 Realms of Hell. "Duo!?!?!?!?" A young Shinigami, ran up to his father, Satan, his chestnut braid flying behind him, his violet eyes sparkling with mischief and guilt.

"Yes, sir?" he asked breathlessly, wiping sweat from his forehead. It was always to damn hot in the 7th Realm of Hell. Satan raised a thick, sooty black eyebrow at his youngest and most incorrigibly innocent child. He leant over and whacked the young boy on the head, softly mind you.

"Did you finish killing off those innocent puppies that were on the side of an Earth… what's it called?"

"Road, Daddy." A small, annoyingly high pitched voice answered.

"Ah yes, thank you Relena. Did you Duo?" After tossing a dirty glare at his snooty elder sister, he forlornly shook his head, his braid "accidentally" smacking his sister.

"I couldn't!!! There was a little girl walking down the road, and she heard the cute little black terrier bark… well more like whimper, but I couldn't kill them!! She was going to save them and that would be just… just MEAN!" Satan put his face in his hands, and shook it vigorously.

"Duo! What ARE you?"

"A Shinigami." Duo answered, pouting childishly. He put his hands on his thin hips, and a defensive gleam set in his eyes.

"Duo! Who is your father? Who has raised you, fed you, made sure you learned the ways of evil?" Duo pouted again.

"You." He answered evading the question. All of a sudden the horrendously annoying and girly voice piped in, for the second time in the past five minutes.

"Satan, Daddy." Satan chuckled, and ruffled his second youngest child's shining golden locks. Relena and Duo, unfortunately, were twins. Duo was born a short while after his annoying blonde sister though. The youngest Shinigami shot his sister another glare, and said in a voice that sounded REMARKABLY like his sister's,

"So what, Daddy?" Satan sent his son a glare. Pulling Duo's sister close, he said,

"Don't mock your sister, Duo." Duo rolled his eyes, and said (still using the annoyingly girly voice)

"But we're the big, bad, and uglies, Daddy. So shouldn't mocking our sisters give us brownie points?" Two more glares came Duo's way, and if only our young Shinigami could've held in that horrible, nerve-wracking noise, he might've been able to stay in the Realms of Hell. But no. Our Duo just had to, he couldn't hold it in, he…

Laughed. And no, not an evil demonic laugh, filled with anger and spite. A childish laugh, full of excitement and glee, was the sound that left our innocent Shinigami's smiling lips. Satan, Relena, and the other 9,998 children of Satan gasped and plugged their ears. Satan's face became stern as he took his youngest child by the arm and led him into the living quarters. Tossing his son onto an active volcano (while still in Hell of course), he sat on a geyser. Things like these were commonly seats in the living quarters; the temperature didn't really bother Hell's inhabitants much.

"Duo. Spread your wings." Satan said in remorseful voice. Flexing his back muscles the young Shinigami did so. Satan's face fell as he saw his young son's silky, magnificent wings. Instead of being completely charcoal black; one single feather was… white. Noticing his father's depressed look, the young Shinigami cocked his head.

"What's up?" he questioned confusedly, unconsciously stroking his silky feathered wings. Satan stood up and pulled the boy close. He looked down at his youngest son, finding his innocent confusion quite amusing.

"I'll miss you my boy," he said, stroking the Shinigami's chestnut braid.

"What are you TALKING about?" Duo asked, confusion turning to panic. "I don't understand!" The Shinigami searched his father's face, trying to find the answer.

"Duo, you can't stay here anymore. I should've known this would happen… We'll miss you. I promise, I'll send one of your siblings up to visit you every once in a while. If they'll let them in…"

"Dad! I don't understand!" Duo said frantically, looking around his father's room anxiously. "What did I do?"

"Duo," Satan said, leading the young Shinigami to a mirror. "Look at your left wing." Doing as he was bidden, Duo gasped in shock. He looked at his wing, then to his father. After doing this several times he gasped out,

"My WING!"

-Flashback Over-

And so there he was. Sitting on a bench in the Inbetween waiting to speak to the Creator, the Messiah, the King. In other words, God. An angel in a silky white robe walked up to the distracted young boy.

"What do you need child?" he asked kindly. Duo bit his inner lip, and looked up at the angel. His thin blonde hair blew in a non-existent breeze, and his large baby-blue eyes sparkled in kindness and understanding.

"I need to speak to God. Who are you anyway?" Duo answered bluntly. He watched as the angel wrinkled his brow, although a slight smile was present on his lips. The angel knelt down before the boy, acting as if Duo was a five-year-old.

"Young man, I don't know if I get a hold of the Lord right now. My name is Raphael, do you think you could tell me who sent you, and your problem?" Duo raised his eyebrow at the treatment he was being given.

"I'm not an infant, so could you please stand up and stop treating me like one?" he asked, rather annoyed at the angel. A tinkling laugh escaped Raphael's lips and he nodded, standing up.

"So…?"

"Duo." Duo answered, understanding the angel needed a name to finish his sentence.

"Ah. So, Duo, who sent you and why do you need to speak to the Lord?" Exhaling irritatedly, Duo spread his wings again, pointing out the white feather.

"My father, Satan sent me. I am too kind for Hell. He told me I might be more welcome here?" Duo bit his lip in anticipation. If he wasn't welcome in Heaven, where was he to go? The angel frowned.

"Duo, Heaven is rather like Hell in this aspect. Your feathers must be either completely white or completely black to be welcome. Depending where you are. Unlike Hell, you have a chance to redeem yourself here. To enter Heaven, you must fulfill a task. Would you like to give it a try?" Duo nodded carefully, wondering what exactly he was getting himself into.

"Okay, Duo. All you need to do is get your feathers to be completely white. In order to do this, you must make one unhappy mortal satisfied with his or her life. Do want to see if you can do it?" Duo sighed thinking of another question.

"So. How long do I have? There is a time limit, right?" he asked, knowing already that the answer would be was yes. Yes, Duo... All you have to do is turn 199 feathers white by making some strange human happy with their life. That's all. The boy thought sarcastically.

"You are a smart child. Yes, you have 3 months to make one mortal completely satisfied with his or her life. And if you finish before your time is up, you just come to Heaven early. Do you think you can manage?" Inhaling deeply, Duo grinned.

"A Shinigami can do anything!" he answered proudly. Raphael let out a light chuckle, and nodded.

"Of course, Duo." He said, attempting to ruffle the braided Shinigami's hair. Duo glared.

"Don't touch the braid." He said in a menacingly low voice, smoothing back his hair reflexively. The angel nodded again at the boy's request. More like order.

"Now, Duo. This may feel a little bit strange; okay…" he started.

"Wait! I gotta question. A few of questions." Duo interrupted. The angel raised an eyebrow, implying the boy needed to finish.

"Okay. So. Am I a mortal on earth? Am I even GOING to earth, or am I going to another planet? Who is it that I am trying to make "satisfied with their life", and how the hell am I supposed to find them? Will I be able to speak the language of the place I am going? Will people be able to see my wings, cause let me tell you that will be a little awkward and I don't feel like going into crazy explanations. And finally, what happens if I don't finish before my time limit is up?" The angel took a deep breath. This would take a bit of explaining.

"No, you are immortal on Earth. Therefore you MUST NOT get yourself into a situation where you would die if you were mortal. Yes, you are going to Earth. The person you are trying to make happy is a boy named Heero Yuy. He lives in Tokyo, Japan. We will give you a photo or some sort of picture of him before you leave, but it is your job to locate him and befriend him. I will send you to Tokyo. You will be able to speak Japanese. No one will be able to see your wings except for you and Heero. If you don't finish in time, you will be sent to the inbetween for the rest of eternity. If you fufill your task before the three months are up, you should be sent back here. Remember when your wings become completely white, the Heaven you dream of will be yours. But remember. You are only going to be there for a limited amount of time so don't get attached. Good luck, Duo." After about 5 seconds of comprehending the angel's words, Duo nodded nervously. He put a mischievous grin on his face, and inhaled slowly.

"Well, here goes nothin'!" The young Shinigami exclaimed. The last thing our young Duo heard in the Inbetween was an amused chuckle from Raphael, and strange spell. After the ancient incantation had been spoken, Duo was swept up in a brief whirlwind of colors that quickly faded to black.

Back

2006-01-14T19:36:25Z

Yeah... So I haven't updated this thing for over a year, but I figure I'll drop by every now and then in case I write a story or something. Or just to read stories my "friends" have written. At the moment I am not too impressed with my own writing. I really need to get to work on creativity. Maybe I'll go read something. Yupp. And I am done with this now, so ja.
~Scuro~

Christmas!

2004-12-26T01:53:48Z

Ah... gotta love the holidays... Not only is there a break from *cringe* school, but you receive many gifts and have permission to lock yourself in your room and NEVER come out... Yup, kina antisocial over here! Lately I have fallen out of the large Gundam Wing fandom, and into the minescule Detective Conan/Kaitou Kid one... So, even though family's over I have been upstairs in my room being a total fanfiction junkie (ya gotta love Kaito!) I'm really excited because I got a new journal (it's so pretty!), AND I got a big purple canopy for my bed! I love God... Well, gotta go read some Icka or Ysabet! I should be ashamed...