Title: "Losing to Duo Maxwell"
Author: Demeter
Warning: Yaoi. To all the people who think yaoi's bad (for the lack of a better word), you're entitled to your opinion, but please do not infringe on mine. The same with the people who are currently wearing "Kill Relena!" T-shirts around. That is your opinion, so I respect that. However, if you wish to flame me please don't bother. It'll be met with laughs and derision. (note the word FLAME. If you want to offer me constructive criticism, please go right ahead. I like those! ^_^)
Disclaimer: All rights and privileges to Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are trademarks and property of Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. All the characters belong to them, and all stories, relationships, ideas are fiction. They are not related to the original plot. The story, the relationships and original characters within the fic are copyright of the author Demeter.
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There was a time I would have balked at the idea of wearing a wedding gown.
Of course, there was a time I would scoffed at someone telling me that I was the princess of Sank.
I suppose it depends on perspective. Too all those who were at that damn wedding, I was the victim, I was the "poor, poor, Princess" who couldn't even keep a long-haired, beautifully braided, violet-eyed gorgeous hunk at her side.
I don't blame him.
Those Prussian blue eyes are what I term, "bedroom eyes".
The kind of eyes that suck you in.
The shade that would have been described in a cheesy, ten-cent romance novel as "drowning me in their blueness."
The kind of eyes that make you want to push him onto the bed and fuck all night.
Oh dear.
Did I just think that?
Must not think of such vulgar words.
I...
I want my mother.
Sad, isn't it?
Mother, strong, indomitable mother, the one who had survived the warand Marimeia, only to fall victim to the common flu and die. She, the one who promised me that she would be the one person to never leave me, left me within a year of my final victory on the battlefield.
I would like to think that she was proud of me.
Hopefully.
Or maybe she would be writhing in shame for having a daughter who lost her husband, two minutes after she married him, to her ex-love. I think I would the only one who could ever have such a coup de tate.
I don't have any idea what that means of course, since my French was atrocious in school.
He was so beautiful.
So very, very pretty.
I guess that's a strange description of one of the most sought-after man I have ever met, but it's true. Almost every single girl I have ever met has fallen head-over-heels for him. Except Dorothy or Catherine or Sally of course. They had their own loves.
Only Sally won.
Random, isn't it, that I would suddenly want to bawl into the arms of the one person who WOULDN'T understand me?
Dorothy would be displeased at this act of weakness on my part.
Of course, she was rarely ever proud of me.
Duo was so pretty.
Those eyes, the color of fresh violets. He was the sweetest person I had ever met. Or at least I thought. I knew of his past, the whole Maxwell church. I knew that Duo wasn't even his real name. I knew a lot of things.
I only thing I regret knowing was that Heero loved him.
I wanted to abandon my pacifist ideals and kill him then and there. Slowly, tearing each inch of flesh slowly from his body. I dreamed of making him scream with pain. I wanted to see his gorgeous violet eyes convulse with retching.
I still shudder thinking about those evil thoughts that seeped from me during the dark days.
Everyone thought me the perfect little dove of peace.
They never realized that there was a point when I would have gladly gouged his pretty eyes from his elfin-like face.
I hated him so much for grasping the heart of the soldier.
I wanted him to die for crushing the gates that I had thought I could only pass.
A little bit everyday.
I cannot believe this happened.
On my wedding day.
Of all the days these two guys decided they wanted love from each other, they had to pick my wedding day. Why couldn't they have done that BEFORE, or even after? At least I could have gotten the comfort of one night with Duo, or the comfort of knowing that I was saving myself from a loveless marriage.
Yeah, right.
Loveless? Duo loved me. I don't doubt that. Unfortunately, first loves are hard to forget.
How does it go?
It takes a second to like someone.
A minute to love someone
But it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Quite fitting.
I never quite forgot Heero. But, I suppose I realized that it was just infatuation at my tender age. There I was, all prim and prissy, never stepping out of the etiquette circle that encircled me with its iron arms. I never became anything more than "the spoiled brat of Darlian".
And then, literally, he came rolling in.
Of course, compared to the entrance Duo made, that was nothing.
I only fixated on Heero though.
Strange.
I remember Duo calling me "Good looking". I remember wanting to laugh, because in my whole life, no one had ever called me that. They always called me good, or pretty, or sweet, or rich. But never, ever in the genial, affable, genuine way Duo did.
Good looking.
I liked those words.
I think I started watching him after that.
I suppose he thought I was chasing Heero. But I figured that if Heero liked Duo, then wherever Heero was, Duo was bound to be. And I used my little cover as "Stalker Relena" to chase them to my hearts content.
I made so many enemies that way.
Wufei.
Heero.
Maybe even Quatre or Trowa. Of course, behind that innocent mask and that silent mask, I never really understood what those two were feeling. Heero? He was simple to look into. Wufei? He was easy to the point of boring.
They had no depth.
But, ah, Duo did.
He had more depth and feeling than all those added together.
Of course, he was rather blind in abandoning me at the altar.
Where have I heard that before?
Oh yes, that little movie from a few hundred years ago. What was it called? Running Bride? Bride Runaway? Oh. Runaway Bride.
Only, it's more of a Runaway BrideGROOM.
I can't help but cry at that, no matter how strong I'm supposed to be.
He loved me.
I know he did.
But why?
Why?
Why in the hell did he leave me?
I can't believe Relena Darlian is weeping.
But, I suppose that's to be expected.
After all, I am running through the streets of L2 in my wedding gown. You don't see that everyday anyhow.
"Relena!"
Duo.
I turn. There is nothing more. He came after me. He came after me.
He chose to come after me.
"Duo!"
"Relena. Why'd you run off?"
What? He asks why I ran off? Can a man get any more dense? I mean, he confessed his love for another guy two minutes after WE got married. In front of everyone to boot.
I wonder if it was a guy thing.
"I mean, 'Lena." His eyes are so very pretty in the light. "Don't you have more faith in me than that?"
Faith.
Why didn't I have faith in Duo.
Why.
"Because I have gone through too many losses to gain faith."
Duo gripped my arms before crushing me to him. He was so warm and comfortable. I wish we could have stayed like this forever and ever.
"I caught you 'Lena. There ain't no way I'm letting you go."
Caught.
What a delicious feeling.
I would rather be caught by him once, than married to Heero a million.
"Duo. Don't lie to yourself. You love Heero, right? I'm not going to sic the World Nation on you two. It isn't my style to break up two lovers." Even though I certainly would want to rip Heero's eyes out at the moment or send every single rebel faction the little tidbit about where top preventer Heero Yuy lived, but that was beyond the point.
"I said I DID love Heero."
What.
"I did. I still love him as a friend."
"But.."
"I love you like a mate."
Just like Duo. If he had said anything other than that, I would not have believed him. Those crude, yet truthful words are sincerity itself. There is no flowery description. No pretty chocolates. No going down on the knees with a diamond.
Just plain, sweet, Duo Maxwell.
"Well, Mr. Maxwell. We are married right?"
He blinks.
He grins.
"Yeah. And you're Mrs. Maxwell now."
There is no more happiness than this.
Absolutely no more.
He maybe rude and uncouth.
He may have nothing more than good friends and steady, but low-paying income.
He may not be the pacifist diplomat everyone wants me to marry.
He may not be the prince on a white horse I've dreamed of.
But he is Duo Maxwell.
And that's more than enough.
Author: Demeter
Warning: Yaoi. To all the people who think yaoi's bad (for the lack of a better word), you're entitled to your opinion, but please do not infringe on mine. The same with the people who are currently wearing "Kill Relena!" T-shirts around. That is your opinion, so I respect that. However, if you wish to flame me please don't bother. It'll be met with laughs and derision. (note the word FLAME. If you want to offer me constructive criticism, please go right ahead. I like those! ^_^)
Disclaimer: All rights and privileges to Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are trademarks and property of Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. All the characters belong to them, and all stories, relationships, ideas are fiction. They are not related to the original plot. The story, the relationships and original characters within the fic are copyright of the author Demeter.
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There was a time I would have balked at the idea of wearing a wedding gown.
Of course, there was a time I would scoffed at someone telling me that I was the princess of Sank.
I suppose it depends on perspective. Too all those who were at that damn wedding, I was the victim, I was the "poor, poor, Princess" who couldn't even keep a long-haired, beautifully braided, violet-eyed gorgeous hunk at her side.
I don't blame him.
Those Prussian blue eyes are what I term, "bedroom eyes".
The kind of eyes that suck you in.
The shade that would have been described in a cheesy, ten-cent romance novel as "drowning me in their blueness."
The kind of eyes that make you want to push him onto the bed and fuck all night.
Oh dear.
Did I just think that?
Must not think of such vulgar words.
I...
I want my mother.
Sad, isn't it?
Mother, strong, indomitable mother, the one who had survived the warand Marimeia, only to fall victim to the common flu and die. She, the one who promised me that she would be the one person to never leave me, left me within a year of my final victory on the battlefield.
I would like to think that she was proud of me.
Hopefully.
Or maybe she would be writhing in shame for having a daughter who lost her husband, two minutes after she married him, to her ex-love. I think I would the only one who could ever have such a coup de tate.
I don't have any idea what that means of course, since my French was atrocious in school.
He was so beautiful.
So very, very pretty.
I guess that's a strange description of one of the most sought-after man I have ever met, but it's true. Almost every single girl I have ever met has fallen head-over-heels for him. Except Dorothy or Catherine or Sally of course. They had their own loves.
Only Sally won.
Random, isn't it, that I would suddenly want to bawl into the arms of the one person who WOULDN'T understand me?
Dorothy would be displeased at this act of weakness on my part.
Of course, she was rarely ever proud of me.
Duo was so pretty.
Those eyes, the color of fresh violets. He was the sweetest person I had ever met. Or at least I thought. I knew of his past, the whole Maxwell church. I knew that Duo wasn't even his real name. I knew a lot of things.
I only thing I regret knowing was that Heero loved him.
I wanted to abandon my pacifist ideals and kill him then and there. Slowly, tearing each inch of flesh slowly from his body. I dreamed of making him scream with pain. I wanted to see his gorgeous violet eyes convulse with retching.
I still shudder thinking about those evil thoughts that seeped from me during the dark days.
Everyone thought me the perfect little dove of peace.
They never realized that there was a point when I would have gladly gouged his pretty eyes from his elfin-like face.
I hated him so much for grasping the heart of the soldier.
I wanted him to die for crushing the gates that I had thought I could only pass.
A little bit everyday.
I cannot believe this happened.
On my wedding day.
Of all the days these two guys decided they wanted love from each other, they had to pick my wedding day. Why couldn't they have done that BEFORE, or even after? At least I could have gotten the comfort of one night with Duo, or the comfort of knowing that I was saving myself from a loveless marriage.
Yeah, right.
Loveless? Duo loved me. I don't doubt that. Unfortunately, first loves are hard to forget.
How does it go?
It takes a second to like someone.
A minute to love someone
But it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Quite fitting.
I never quite forgot Heero. But, I suppose I realized that it was just infatuation at my tender age. There I was, all prim and prissy, never stepping out of the etiquette circle that encircled me with its iron arms. I never became anything more than "the spoiled brat of Darlian".
And then, literally, he came rolling in.
Of course, compared to the entrance Duo made, that was nothing.
I only fixated on Heero though.
Strange.
I remember Duo calling me "Good looking". I remember wanting to laugh, because in my whole life, no one had ever called me that. They always called me good, or pretty, or sweet, or rich. But never, ever in the genial, affable, genuine way Duo did.
Good looking.
I liked those words.
I think I started watching him after that.
I suppose he thought I was chasing Heero. But I figured that if Heero liked Duo, then wherever Heero was, Duo was bound to be. And I used my little cover as "Stalker Relena" to chase them to my hearts content.
I made so many enemies that way.
Wufei.
Heero.
Maybe even Quatre or Trowa. Of course, behind that innocent mask and that silent mask, I never really understood what those two were feeling. Heero? He was simple to look into. Wufei? He was easy to the point of boring.
They had no depth.
But, ah, Duo did.
He had more depth and feeling than all those added together.
Of course, he was rather blind in abandoning me at the altar.
Where have I heard that before?
Oh yes, that little movie from a few hundred years ago. What was it called? Running Bride? Bride Runaway? Oh. Runaway Bride.
Only, it's more of a Runaway BrideGROOM.
I can't help but cry at that, no matter how strong I'm supposed to be.
He loved me.
I know he did.
But why?
Why?
Why in the hell did he leave me?
I can't believe Relena Darlian is weeping.
But, I suppose that's to be expected.
After all, I am running through the streets of L2 in my wedding gown. You don't see that everyday anyhow.
"Relena!"
Duo.
I turn. There is nothing more. He came after me. He came after me.
He chose to come after me.
"Duo!"
"Relena. Why'd you run off?"
What? He asks why I ran off? Can a man get any more dense? I mean, he confessed his love for another guy two minutes after WE got married. In front of everyone to boot.
I wonder if it was a guy thing.
"I mean, 'Lena." His eyes are so very pretty in the light. "Don't you have more faith in me than that?"
Faith.
Why didn't I have faith in Duo.
Why.
"Because I have gone through too many losses to gain faith."
Duo gripped my arms before crushing me to him. He was so warm and comfortable. I wish we could have stayed like this forever and ever.
"I caught you 'Lena. There ain't no way I'm letting you go."
Caught.
What a delicious feeling.
I would rather be caught by him once, than married to Heero a million.
"Duo. Don't lie to yourself. You love Heero, right? I'm not going to sic the World Nation on you two. It isn't my style to break up two lovers." Even though I certainly would want to rip Heero's eyes out at the moment or send every single rebel faction the little tidbit about where top preventer Heero Yuy lived, but that was beyond the point.
"I said I DID love Heero."
What.
"I did. I still love him as a friend."
"But.."
"I love you like a mate."
Just like Duo. If he had said anything other than that, I would not have believed him. Those crude, yet truthful words are sincerity itself. There is no flowery description. No pretty chocolates. No going down on the knees with a diamond.
Just plain, sweet, Duo Maxwell.
"Well, Mr. Maxwell. We are married right?"
He blinks.
He grins.
"Yeah. And you're Mrs. Maxwell now."
There is no more happiness than this.
Absolutely no more.
He maybe rude and uncouth.
He may have nothing more than good friends and steady, but low-paying income.
He may not be the pacifist diplomat everyone wants me to marry.
He may not be the prince on a white horse I've dreamed of.
But he is Duo Maxwell.
And that's more than enough.
~*~ FINIS ~*~
Okay. I had the ending all planned-out, but due to the nagging ^_^ of some ML members, I'll have two versions that the story could have taken. One is totally angst and sad. The other is sappy and happy. Either one would work, so you can choose a story of angst if you're in the mood, or a story of cheer if you're in the mood for that.
However, for some reason, the Relena part was THE hardest section to write about. I suppose I don't have enough Relena on my mind yet. *scolds self* Looks like another marathon of GW is in session. After all, it's been a while since I saw the show. *looks at watch* Oh, I think three days. Darn it. Too long. And it's affected my writing too. *pouts*
Not too much to say on this part except: Flame me about Relena and I will do something horrible. Something so frightening that the flamer will shiver in their socks. Something like........ cutting off Duo's braid. *laughs maniacally*
*cough* sorry. My muses seem to have gotten the best of me.
Not that I would ever even come close to his braid with anything sharp. He's way too adorable that way.
Hm. Interesting fic idea. Duo having his hair slashed off.
*evil grin* Anyways, this is what's going to happen so far. I'll add the third-person two-version ending as soon as I have time to sit down to write them. It is FINALS week for all those that still attend the ever-so torturous high school. And these are important for the seniors especially. *grimaces* I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really don't like math.
Ja!
Demeter