needed feedback and has requested more fics and pics numerous times before...
It's a bit short, I wrote it yesterday in about half an hour and just
finished the pic today (that I also started yesterday)... it's one of those
fics where you just have to imagine the pilot speaking the words for it to
really hit you. Slight angst, Heero's POV, and VERY short. Be sure to take a
look at my purty picture <ahem> "illustration" to go along with the fic.
Enjoy!
Method Behind the Madness
//Heero sits slumped in the blackest corner of Quatre's back deck,
looking as if he were made of darkness. A bottle is being obssesively
inspected by him, its contents disappearing as the night continues. He
doesn't move when you sit beside him, nor does he acknowledge your presence.
Until he finally speaks aloud, voice quiet but strong. He's loaded, but
no
one could tell by how precisely he is speaking in that deep nasal voice.//
Trowa was right, you know... 'everything
this guy does is completely
thorough and well thought out...' yeah. Right down to the very last insult.
Don't believe me? Hn. I explain myself to no one.
There's no purpose in my explaining to you
why I treat him the way I do.
If I want to insult him until he breaks down, that's my business. You
just go
right on thinking that it's because I'm a bastard.
...
But you'd be wrong... yes, in a sense I
am a bastard to him, but what you
don't understand is simply what Trowa told you. There is a method behind
my
madness.
Anytime of the day I could tell you where
he is and who he's driving up
the wall... Damn him, but he's that predictable. You'll find him just
as I
say, smiling and acting like a fool. It's nothing new, everyone's seen
*that*
smile...
That's why I hate him.
Why should he be happy? Why does he get
to laugh? A soldier shouldn't
have the privilege. Why, then, is his smile always there? It should be
crushed, destroyed, driven from his angelic face forever...
///Long silent pause as Heero regards his empty bottle...///
...You ever see him in the morning?... Hn.
Well I have. I've seen him
then when he's the most open and sincere with *himself*. You wouldn't
beleive
the softness those eyes possess when they think no one sees. But I do...
After a grueling mission or one too many
jaunts from Wufei or myself,
those indigo eyes could sing with unshed tears, a mournfulness revealed
behind those sheilded lids... When he thinks no one is watching he takes
his
silk sheet of hair down, caressing the pleats as if they hold some
significance... His smile dissapears, leaving nothing but a captivating
pout
on those trembling lips, parted slightly in remourse.
...And he's beautiful...
Out of selfishness, I'm a fucking bastard
out of selfishness. Every
insult, every glare, every time I ignore him... it's in hope of seeing
that
face again.
...One day... One day I'll fix that broken
smile I've caused... I've
always meant to... because him smiling for me is just as beautiful as
him
crying because of me...
That's why I love him.
I'll fix everything once I admit I have
the nerve... to approach him and
appologize for all my shit I've given him... to beg forgiveness and plead
for
his approval... One day I'll make it up to him and he'll smile for me
alone...
...One day...
***************************************************
Very short bitter-sweet fic about why Heero
acts the way he does towards
Duo... I like it... soooooooo, ya think I should take it further and see
how
Duo reactes to the situation and if Heero's 'one day' will ever come along??
Tell me what you think!
Feedback *WILL* be glomped!!
~Wufei's Onna