Gundam Wing

[Omi]

So, I wrote this a really long time ago.. like a really long time ago.. xD

I hope it's not completely terrible. You can tell I totally turn Quatre into Shinji.. Please note, there's a point where it gets confusing and it's like "uh, what just happened?" but just go with it xD Also, there is more.. but I cut it off at the point the story goes from PG-13 to X >.>;;;


Untitled: Chapter 1


Searching ....for
.....lost,
wings.

I've been waiting for you.....
you have?
.....
why?

A light ray off the sun penetrates the half clasped curtain and falls upon the young boy's face. He winces. His eyes still closed, fighting the on coming day. Eventually he gives up with a sigh, and rolls off his side onto his back, stretching a loose arm back above his head, resting it against a pillow. He opens his eyes. Quatre Winner. A boy just like any other, only...more. From colony L4 he is the one chosen to pilot the device known as Gundam. He blinks a bit, still adjusting to being awake now. Sitting up, his sheets still cling loosely around his soft body, but gently fall off his shoulders, as gravity would predict.
"I did it again, didn't I?"
Quatre steadies his gaze out the offending balcony window to the bunker containing the Gundam Sandrock.
“I piloted it… and someone was more then likely hurt.”
For another prolonged moment the boy stares out the window, then falls back against the bed again, curling up against the pillow hugging it tightly.
“But…if I don’t... then someone else will…and, I won’t let anyone else suffer because of my selfish actions.”
Quatre lays there for a few more minutes, just letting the warm sunlight cascading through the window wash over him. Finally he turns to get up from his bed, the sheets falling completely off his now naked body. He walks into the adjourning room, a bathroom, and turns on the shower. With only his melancholy thoughts, he climbs in, and lets the hot water penetrate his pores. He shudders a bit and starts to search his body over with his fingers, finding the bruises on him that the water so painfully found for him. Quatre sighs, and gives into the cleansing water. After thoroughly lathering the soap onto his tender skin, he leans back into the water again, this time letting it run through strands of gold, and then trickle down the rest of his body washing the soap slowly down and then off his soft skin. His hair.... now lays flat, and wet against his face and neck. Small single drops of water tip off the end of a single strand of hair onto his face now blushed from the hot water... if anyone was to look into his face right now in this moment, they'd think he was a helpless girl.
"Always in the shower, bad memories seem to find me..."

Quatre closes his eyes as pictures flash through his mind. Men screaming in terror as blood wash over them. Guns… fire. The monolithic Gundam walks like a cold machine of death through the night. A vision of Quatre sitting in the pilots seat crying… suddenly Quatre opens his eyes back up inside the shower. The boy sighs softly and then reaches up to turn the water off. He reaches out to grab a towel around himself, and then steps out, droplets of water sliding off his slender legs, hitting against the floor. After drying off, Quatre grabs a brush to quietly start fixing his hair. Quatre stands in the fogged mirror, with his head tilted to the side just a little brushing the strands of his hair when someone suddenly takes the brush out of his hand. Unable to see who it is in the fogged mirror he quickly reacts turning around as he is accustomed to in the need to protect himself.
“Oh… its you.”
Quatre’s eyes slowly move upward resting on the face of one of the fellow pilots. Heero Yuy of the colony L1. Heero responds with a somewhat dry tone in his voice.
“Brushing your hair is hardly necessary. You’re wasting time.”
Quatre grabs for his brush, but the other boy holds on to it while Quatre retorts
“Maybe, but… I’ve brushed my hair every morning of my life, and I’m not about to stop now.”
Unsuccessful in recapturing the brush Quatre poutingly turns back to the fog filled mirror looking down to the sink in defeat. Quatre quietly jumps in surprise when suddenly he feels the brush touching to his hair again.
“Fine.”
“…you don’t have to do that”
Quatre keeps his eyes fixed on the sink as Heero brushes the smaller boy’s hair.
“I know.”
“Then why are you?”
“If you want to look cute, that’s your business. But you’re taking up too much time, so if I do it for you it’ll be quicker”
“Hn.”
Quatre furies his brow a bit angrily at Heero’s words for a moment, but then he just lets it go and lets the older boy finish.
“Thanks”
“Your welcome, now get dressed”
Quatre is suddenly reminded that he’s wearing nothing but a towel, which apparently had slowly been slipping lower as time passed. Quatre blushes and stammers as he pulls the towel back up and runs off to his room to get dressed.
“Bastard…”
Quatre pauses mulling over his thoughts…a bit angry at how harsh Heero is to him. “If you want to look cute.” The words pass through his mind again replaying. Quatre blinks suddenly when he realizes he’s blushing, and he berates himself
“Baka.”
Quatre pushes off his door and goes to pull his clothes on slowly. As he puts his goggles on over his hair he turns to see Heero standing in his door.
“Do you make it your business to spy on me?”
Heero just stands there, not even turning to look at him, he quietly says
“The others have already left. You’ve made us late to the mission ahead of us.”
Quatre pauses and looks down,
“I’m sorry.”
Heero continues standing there unmoving for a moment and then starts to leave.
“Let’s go.”
“…hai… I’m sorry you had to wait for me.”
“I didn’t have to.”
“…”
Quatre shuts his drawer and then quickly catches up to the other boy’s pace, but subtly trips over himself and starts to fall. Heero quickly responds wrapping his arms around the boy catching him. Heero turns his gaze to the smaller boy’s eyes.
“Daijobu?”
Quatre stares up into Heero’s cobalt eyes for a moment not saying anything then turns his face to the side embarrassed he had to be caught.
“Hai.”
The older boy sets the younger down and continues walking again. Quatre just stands there. Heero turns around to speak to him
“If you don’t want to go then stay. We’ll find another pilot.”
“No! I’ll do it.”
Quatre begins walking again. And whispers quietly to himself
“I won’t let it happen again.”

Eventually the two pilots reach the Gundam hangar. At this point Quatre realizes he hasn’t even asked yet.
“What’s our mission?”
Heero begins preparing wing zero for launch as he explains.
“By this time, units Deathsythe and Heavyarms will be making a heavy assault on an OZ base supposedly housing Tallgeese. Units Sandrock and Wing Zero are to provide back up while they penetrate and take out the Tallgeese before it can be activated.”
“...I see”
“If you’re not able to, back out now. Otherwise you’ll be a liability on the battle field.”
“Stop treating me THAT way!”
Heero blinks, and turns to look at Quatre who seems to be shaking in anger as he speaks
“I’m NOT a child.. I’m the same as you. A Gundam pilot.”
“Then let’s go.”
Heero climbs into his Gundam and Quatre does the same. Once inside Quatre quickly sits into the pilot’s seat. He starts up the systems, and looks out the frontal monitor. Images flood his mind suddenly as he looks at the blank monitor. Visions of children and women screaming as the Gundam walks through the colony flash before him. . Guns firing… blood flowing like wine as the look of terror fill the people’s faces. Quatre screams loudly and then goes completely silent. Heero jumps out of Wing zero and rushes over to Sandrock, prying the burning hatch door open with his hands. Quatre lays there passed out….


Why?

I need you….

….Broken wings

fill my dispair.

you’ll break me….

won’t you?


The boy turns over in his sleep, clutching his pillow as the sunlight pours through the half clasped curtain. One of his eyes slowly opens and stares up into the cobalt eyes looking down at him.
"I...I'm sorry."
Quatre is surprised by the other boy's words.
The older boy having said what he came to say stands to leave, and quietly does so.
The younger boy on the bed lays there watching the other pilot leave without saying anything. Why did Heero say that? Quatre quickly gets out of the bed, slipping some shoes onto his feet and tries to head after Heero but the pilot is already gone. Quatre hears some noise coming from the hangar and begins to rush over there hoping to find Heero. As he starts to enter the hanger door the formidable Wing Gundam is already well into the launch sequence.
“Heero, where are you going?”
The face of the monolithic being turns to look down at the boy and over a speaker the familiar voice is heard.
“Go lay back down. I have to complete the mission given to me regardless of whether you’re fit to be a pilot or not.”
The words strike through to Quatre. How could he have been fooled into thinking Heero might have some niceness about him after all.” Before the young boy can reply the giant Gundam lifts off into the sky.
“…That baka. I’ll show him.”
The young blonde runs inside the hangar and climbs up into the pilot’s seat of his Sandrock. Quatre breathes heavily in anxiety as he starts the launch sequence.
“I won’t run away.”
The device known as Sandrock suddenly blasts into the air leaving only a vapor trail behind as it heads in the direction of Wing Zero. Before too long it starts catching up to its predecessor. Heero’s voice comes across Sandrock’s communications.
“I told you to go back to bed”
“You won’t tell me what to do Heero. I belong here just as much as you do.”
“Someone who can’t even sit in the pilot’s seat without having a break down isn’t fit to be a pilot.”
Quatre sits on the verge of tears.
“I may be weak, and I may scream and sometimes cry… but I will pilot Sandrock!”
Heero is taken a back by the boy’s resolve.
“Then let’s go.”
The rest of the flight the two remain silent. Upon landing at their destination the ongoing battle is evident. The ground is littered with broken machinery. Giant pieces of metal scattered about as broken dolls. Quatre looks over the landscape fighting back the horror in his eyes from blanketing his face. Opposition forces begin a firing barrage on Wing Zero and Sandrock. The boys begin counter fire techniques when Heavyarms and Deathsythe arrive and begin to drive back the opposition. Heero comes across Quatre’s communicator again.
“Let’s go.”

Wing Zero heads through the onslaught followed by Sandrock towards the interior of the base. To find their target, however, the boys will have to head inside the base without the protection of their Gundam. Quatre and Heero exit their Gundam once they reach the entrance to the base, and head inside. Heero leads them through the various passageways, which mostly are empty as anyone inside is either participating in the battle outside or evacuated.



Save me?



Quatre pulls himself up a bit in his bed sitting up straight.
"From what?"
"From your life."
Quatre blinks a bit taken even more aback, and pulls his knees into his chest to rest his head on them, noticing suddenly his shirt seems to be missing.
"What's wrong with my life?"
"I'm not sure, but I feel it in your eyes… The emptiness."
Quatre looks down
"Your right, I am empty."
Heero probes:
"Why do you pilot the Gundam?"
"I.. I’m selfish really. I thought I could protect the others in my colony from the pain it causes if I took it into myself. I thought.. that I could get what I want. For people to not look at me as just some pretty faced rich kid…”
“If you’re getting what you want, then why are you empty, and what are you running away from?”
Quatre thinks for a moment. He thinks of his life. His family... Sandrock….every day of his life..
"It's you...your what I try to escape from Heero..."
Quatre mumbles:
"..I hate you. I never want to be you. You’re a cold heartless -------."
For the first time Quatre sees what it’s like for Heero to have pain on his face. Before that moment he could never remember seeing anything other then resolve in the boy’s eyes… but now, he sees his words cut through Heero… Watching Heero, Quatre continues to think... he thinks of how Heero is always there for him… how Heero in his own way shows kindness.. like brushing his hair…and how in fact he makes Quatre even blush at times. How now all of sudden he feels so angry at himself for saying such harsh words. Quatre reaches out and takes Heero’s hand.
"I'm sorry..."
Heero looks down into the pools of Quatre’s eyes
"Are you?"
"Some..."
"...oh"
"Ok, I am..I just... I'm...I'm alone."
"You’re not alone... you’re never alone. I’m the same as you. I’ll be always there for you"
images flash through Quatre’s mind...images of Heero always being there and then he realizes.. that Heero’s right. He's not alone. At least not as long as Heero was there for him.
"Your right. You were."
Quatre smiles, and Heero asks,
"Were?"
"Well...seeing as how I’ve screwed up the mission, and am not fit to be a pilot anymore... you'll probably leave me now, won't you."
"I wouldn't do that..."
"You wouldn't?"
"No..."
Heero smirks...Quatre blushes.
"I'm thristy.. I'll be right back."
Quatre starts to get up and heads for the door, but suddenly cringes in pain. Heero runs over and catches him.
"Daijobu?"
"I'm...not sure"
“I'll get you some water.” Heero heads for the door, when he hears Quatre cringing some more.
"NO! You said you wouldn't leave me!"
Heero walks back over to Quatre and takes his hand into one of his, and using his other hand gently strokes some strands of Quatre’s hair away from the boy’s soft face.. Heero looks into Quatre’s trembling eyes.
"You need a doctor.. .”
“I don’t want one…please…I...I feel I won't exist without you...please just stay here with me."
Heero climbs into the bed, pulling Quatre into his arms, and holding onto the boy.
"I'm... I'm sorry."
A tear falls from Quatre’s eye,
"Don't leave me."
and lands on Heero.
“You’re feeling effects still from the zero system”
“I don’t care what it is, just stay with me..ok?
Heero nods softly. Quatre turns to look into Heero’s eyes. Their eyes lock… and they just keep staring at each other for the longest time. Neither can even tell what their eyes were doing...were they making love? Were they crying? Who knows…but finally, Heero begins to pet Quatre’s soft hair and then Quatre blushes and slowly turns around in Heero’s embrace to face him... Their eyes never leaving each other, simultaneously they both raise a hand...slowly their hands approach each other.... tips of their fingers touch. An electrical pulse of pleasure runs through their fingers, like a beacon to the rest of the body...suddenly, Quatre kind of pushes forward into an embrace with Heero. He lays his head against Heero’s shoulder. For the longest time they just remain silent. Then Quatre whispers
"I… I've never...been kissed"
Heero responds coyly
"Then I'll teach you."
Heero's face descends towards Quatre's, their eyes open. But, Quatre closes his at the touch of Heero's tongue against his lips. Quatre gasps, as Heero takes that instance of defenselessness and thrusts into the young boy’s mouth. Quatre moans, a strangled sound, the feel of Heero's slick tongue against his own… indescribable. Slick, hot, wet… Exploring every crevice, every texture of his mouth, tasting him. Quatre responds in kind, his tongue as fearless as Heero's. Twisting against each other, slipping against sleek muscle. They forget to breathe. All that matters is to taste. Their hands feverishly run over each other.
"How.. how did you know I passed out in Sandrock?"
Heero smiles, and answers
"You needed me, and… so I was there."
Heero kisses Quatre again, this time, just softly.
"Then...will you stay?"
"I'll die without you"
Every now and then Quatre's hair blows across Heero's face as wind pours in the open balcony door. Quatre gets up to close it; his hand loosely falls from Heero's as he gets up. As the boy starts to close the door he turns and gasps, as Heero is right there with him. The older boy casually brushes a strand of hair from Quatre's eyes. Heero turns his eyes to look out the window. Quatre turns around and watches the sun set. Is the day supposed to be over already? Does it matter? Heero pulls the curtains open. Quatre steps outside the balcony door, and beckons Heero to step outside with him. The breeze flows through, and Heero seems fascinated by the view. The blonde walks up behind Heero, and slides his arms up around the other boy’s neck, and slips his body around into Heero's arms. Heero kisses the young boy's neck, and then just holds him for a bit. Slowly his hands brush over Quatre: one slipping down and around the boy’s shorts, and one exploring a soft chest through shirt. One of Quatre's hands reaches down to hold over the other boy’s hand on his shorts. Quatre arch’s his neck back, and closes his eyes. Soft kisses trail across Quatre's cheek who then starts to turn to face Heero. The small supple kisses trail down the boy’s cheek to his mouth. A hand up is brought up to Heero's face, and lightly held there, while they continue kissing. Heero rests his forehead against Quatre's, while the young boy strokes the older’s cheek a bit.
"I...I'm scared Heero"
"Why?"
"Because...I..I want you...I want you to touch me."

[Pup <3]

nice *-*
i love it ! yayness
well done ♥