Author: hostilecrayon
Pairing: 1x2
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst!
Disclaimer: I don't own GW.
Notes: Continued from It Was the Floor Plan, Heero's perspective on things. I've decided this will be a mini-series, consisting of I think 6 pieces. This is now the Growing Up mini-series. It's all Merith's fault, and everyone else who pushed for a sequel. For GW500, school challenge.
Lessons from Heero
Duo never really got over the war. Or more accurately, his mindset during the war. He was overly flirty and overly fake. I understood, but I could only take so much of the not-quite-practical Maxwell before I lost my cool.
I only wanted to teach him a lesson, but things went horribly awry.
More than anything, I wanted to learn what it was to be a real person. The war was over and the world was in a place it hadn't been in years. Without war, weapons like myself were no longer needed, and I was free to become like everyone else. I could suddenly go to the movies on a whim without worrying about missions or soldiers recognizing me.
It was an incredibly free feeling, though it came with its own set of responsibilities.
Duo and I were not prepared for domestication. With the freedom came bills and steady jobs and house repairs. While we had shouldered more responsibility than any teenager should ever have during the war, this kind of responsibility was completely new.
I'll be the first to admit that we both went a little stir crazy in the beginning. We suddenly had to settle down and learn to live like normal members of society. It was difficult. I know it seems strange knowing what we were capable of to think of anything, especially something so simple, as difficult, but it was.
We were both trained to adapt to any situation, so we thought it would be easy. That was a grave miscalculation on both of our parts. We bought a house together, somewhere both close to people, but far enough away for privacy. We found a little house in the country, right outside a well populated city and settled in as the lovers we couldn't really be during the war.
Suddenly, we had neighbors to deal with, cars to fix and limited incomes. It was rather overwhelming. Neither of us had any space, something that bothered me more than him. Duo figured it out quickly; he'd always been more in tune with my emotions than I would have ever thought possible.
Doing me a favor, apparently, Duo went out and did what he does best - became whoever it took to fix the situation. He made friends with people, both county and city folk alike, and began spending a lot of time away from home. He never talked to me about how he felt; he just flashed me a bright, broken smile and pretended everything was okay.
Everything was most definitely not okay.
When I told him I was leaving him, when I told him to grow up, he snapped. His words were a string of hateful accusations, which I ignored, until he said one that didn't quite fit in with my lesson plans.
"You never loved me, but I guess that's just fine. I never loved you, either."
The man who never lies said he never loved me. I believed him.
I haven't seen him since.
OWARI
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