Author: Zazu
Rating: G
Warning: Sap
Pairings: 1+2
Notes: I've had no time to write because of school, and hardly any time to even read. But this did come up after I ended my studying of statistics today and I just had to write it down.
Summary: Heero remembers a quote from Duo and puts it into his perspective.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Life Art
There are times when Heero and I sit quietly whenever we have a few spare moments. I like to just sit and think, about the past, the present, and the future.
However, not so long ago Heero got himself a spiral-bound notebook and during these times he began to sit and scribble in it. I have to say he scribbles in it because I don't know what he's doing there other than scratching away with a pencil. I've never seen what's in it. Believe me, I've tried to look for the book just out of my own curiosity, especially since he told me straight off that it was off limits. I'm not one to invade another's privacy so I only searched half-heartedly for it and only once, but I am curious about what he could do with a notebook that he couldn't do with his trusted laptop.
It's one of those times now, and I sit at the windowsill across the room from him. With my head propped up by my hand, elbow resting against the sill, I stare outside at the drifting snow. Idly, I play with the end of my braid.
I probably began to daydream because Heero's hand on my shoulder startled me and I turned to look up at him. A small smile graced his lips and I felt myself mentally capturing the image because his smiles are still rare; and mostly saved for me. I rest my hand over his on my shoulder.
"What's up?"
He handed the notebook to me but I didn't take it. For a moment we just stared at each other, then I took the book.
"I thought you didn't want me to see what's inside?" I didn't open the book.
"I didn't know what was going to be in it. But now, it's for you."
I nodded, not quite understanding. At his expectant gaze, I opened the book to the first page and began to read.
It took me about forty-five minutes to flip through the pages. Heero had sat down at my feet, leaning against my leg and tracing little circles on the inside of my ankle as he waited for me to finish.
"Wow," I said softly. He'd filled the book with quotes he'd heard and remembered from me, as well as little memories, his reflections and brief sketches of me, some messier than others. The second last page was a sketch of me looking out the window; I now knew that he had been sketching me just then. The last page was a more detailed sketch of me while I was asleep, slightly curled on my side.
"You wrote in pencil." I pointed out, noticing that some mistakes he hadn't erased but had opted to just cross out. "So why didn't you use an eraser?" I asked, gesturing to some of the mistakes as I slid down to sit beside him. I wasn't implying that he was messy; I was genuinely curious. He slid his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled comfortably into his arms.
"You once said to me that life is drawing without an eraser," he murmured, pointing to the back cover where he'd scribbled the quote at the bottom along with a date. "So that's what I did. I drew my life without an eraser." He gestured to the last page, the detailed image of me sleeping. "You're my life, Duo."
I took his pencil and took some time to sketch the image of him sleeping on the back cover, judging the distance I wanted and having him curl facing me. It wasn't as detailed, but I do have some talent in sketching. Heero patiently waited for me to finish, his hand grasping the end of my braid loosely. I studied my rough, but relatively finished product. When you looked at both pages and ignored the spiral binding in the middle, it made a picture of us sleeping away from each other, both curled in a similar fashion yet mirror images. Then, I slid the book to the ground before I turned to wrap my arms around him, giving him a brief kiss before I touched our foreheads and noses together.
"It seems weird that I sketched you far away from me, but we're touching so long as the pages are touching. I judged the approximate distance so you'd be spooned up right behind me," I whispered.
He tugged lightly on my braid, a smile gracing his lips again.
"I'll never need to erase anything, Duo, because I don't and won't have regrets."
I sighed, content, before I replied. "No regrets, Heero," I echoed quietly. "No erasing each other. Ever."
OWARI
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