For the Love of the Gundam

Disclaimers: I own nothing in this fic. Gundam Wing and its characters belong to those lucky rich Japanese people who own them. I'm only using them for entertainment purposes.
Pairings: Subtle 1+2 (Probably non-existent even...)
Warnings: Heero POV
Notes: This is shorter than I thought it would be... -_-;;;


A Voice, A Smile, A Wave
by Helen

"Ohayo Heero!"

A voice, a smile, a wave. Such a daily routine that started ever since Duo Maxwell moved next door on this solitary street. I've been alone here for as far back as I could remember since everyone continuously goes on business trips. Not that I mind anyway. It was quite strange to have my solitude shattered by the presence of one when I've grown so used to its quiet comforts.

At first, I found Duo's presence to be an annoyance. Unlike the other neighbours who had taken the hint that I just don't want any company, he always showed up at the front door offering me friendship. No matter how much I dismissed him, how much I ignored him, how much I turned away, he is the symbol of persistence if I ever saw one. I've never seen anyone rhapsodize about nothing and yet everything simultaneously. To listen to him for the first time was truly frightening.

After the first week I was able to stand being with him for a certain amount of time. Not that his talking ever stopped or slowed down to an average human level, but I've been able to tune out some of the unnecessary things. And not everything he said was irrelevant. He has incredible insight on certain subjects, which I found hard to believe. I admit that talking with him in a cafe at 8 in the morning is better than being there alone.

After the second week, I came to realize that we both have fallen into a regular routine. At least 4 times a week we would meet in a cafe for about 2 hours just to chat. And frankly I would never get bored of his talking, no matter how irrelevant it may be. If someone were to say that I would spend 2 hours just chatting with someone I just met just 2 weeks prior, I would probably just laugh. Another rarity.

Solitude never requires laughter or anything like that; the main reason why I don't. But Duo... Duo taught me how to smile again.

"Heero?"

How did he manage to get me out of solitude's grasp?

"Oi, Heero!"

How did he manage to get me to accept friendship?

"Heero! Are you listening?"

How did he manage to get me to smile?

"Answer me!"

One thing is for sure though...

"Ohayo Duo."

A voice, a smile, and a wave is all it takes to keep me smiling

Owari

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