Negai

Title: Negai (Wish)
Author: A-chan ()
Pairing: 2+1, 1xR (*throws up*)
Warnings: Angst; Bastardized Heero's; 1xR .
Started: 4/9/01 9:55PM
Finished: 11:30PM
Estimated Chapters: One, with the possibility of a follow-up if you want it
Type: One-shot
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been, never will.

Duo gripped the comb tightly, wishing he was anywhere but here. He wished he never looked through Heero's bag for his shampoo and found the damned comb. For there, tangled with dark brown, were a few strands of wheat-brown hair.

The braided boy took a shaky breath as the truth came to him and his entire world tumbled down. Heero had been in Relena's home, Relena's bed, when he prayed for him to come to HIS. As much as the perfect soldier tried to hide it, Duo had known for a few months. But he'd been lying to himself, telling himself that Heero just went to the Sanc Kingdom to hide for a while until it was safe to leave. Now…

Duo collapsed onto a near-by chair when his legs refused to support him. Maybe he was an idiot. No, a jealous idiot, even though he had no right to be. They weren't lovers, though everyone knew of his feelings towards his comrade, and Heero probably viewed him as a nuisance, an obstacle to a perfect life with Relena-sama.

Comb still held in a white-knuckled grip, the American wrapped his arms around himself, shivering all of a sudden.

"I didn't think you were the type to pry into others' personal belongings." The cold voice notified Duo of the Wing pilot's return to their current safehouse.

He didn't look up. "You're back early."

"The mission went smoother than I'd anticipated."

The comb was wretched from his grasp and he was yanked roughly to his feet by his braid. Duo found himself face to face with the boy that had haunted his dreams from the first day of their meeting. Unlike the other times, he didn't flinch, he didn't yell in outrage at his hair being used as a leash, and he didn't pull away. Instead, violet met blue head-on, though half-heartedly.

Heero noticed a…wrongness in the picture before him, but it took him a moment to realize it…the joyous sparkle in those beautiful amethyst eyes were gone. Replaced by a dull, lifeless gleam that just simply *didn't* belong there. It actually made him falter briefly, but he shoved it aside, anger renewed with vigor. Heero wasn't really sure as to WHY he was so angry, but he had a pretty good idea. He decided it was because his forbidden relationship with Relena had been revealed, detouring himself from the real reason entirely…that he was angry because Duo had been hurt.

Duo let out a dark laugh. "Is she a good fuck, Heero?" He let out a small grunt when he was shoved brutally to the floor, the side of face colliding against the chair in the process. He held a slender hand to his jaw, tasting blood in his mouth. Without a second glance, the Japanese pilot sat down and turned on his laptop. Nevertheless, he continued smiling-smirking, really. "I guess so, huh? But let me tell you something. It would never work, Heero-Fuckin'-Perfect-Soldier-Yuy. She's a symbol of peace, and you're just the opposite. She's just not for you." Duo began getting up off the floor, but Heero's next words stopped him cold.

"And what makes you think you'd be better for me?" An uncaring side-wise glance. "You hardly know me."

The American's mouth opened and closed several times, obviously wanting to say something but unable to. He got to his feet, jaw throbbing, and…smiled. It shocked Heero enough to stop typing and turn his full attention to the braided boy.

It wasn't the smile he was used to seeing on Duo. It was sad, dejected, and strained.

"You know what? You're actually right for once. I probably wouldn't be better for you." Snatching up his jacket, Duo walked out the door. "I know you could never care for me." With one last look at the boy in front of the computer, he said, "I'm going for a walk."

Now alone, Heero leaned against the seatback, staring into space. He wished he wasn't trapped in this hellish world, he wished he wasn't at the center of the war, and most of all, he wished he didn't have to be so cold toward the one bright thing in his dark life.

/Gomen, Duo. Until something changes, it's going to have to be like this./ With one final, humorless smile, he turned back to his laptop. Because Heero Yuy, Perfect Soldier, Future Savior of the World, had work to do.

~Owari

^^; First 'dark' ficcie. How'd I do?

Heero: *rushes to get an icepack for his Duo-koi's jaw*
Duo: *whining* ITAIIIIII!
Heero: Gomen. It wasn't me, it was that evil author. *eyes A-chan with decidedly cruel intent*
A-chan: *swallows nervously*
Relena: *starry-eyed* Heero…
Heero: *turns green*