Tuesday~♥
Surprise , surprise: Today I bring 2 fics instead of one 8D
It's just that... they make much more sense together than apart and...ok, I cheat and I want people to read them together because they are meant to be read one right after the other. *pouts*
That said, these are the 5th and 6th of one hundred 1x2 fics I'm writing for my challenge at
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100_situationsPrompts of the day - all prompts/fics avaiable at the challenge table : #30 Lies and #29 Truth
Title: Lies and Truth
Prompt: #30 – Lies
Genre: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff
Warnings: A very brief spoiler for the series
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 912
Disclaimer:- I don’t own Gundam Wing. I don’t even own the prompts that I’m using to write the fics. I only own a somewhat crappy computer and it’s not worth a lot. I’m not making any profit with my fics. You will have another 95 chances to believe in what I say 8D
Notes: This is me, trying to push myself into doing things I haven’t tried before (this is what challenges are all about, right?)
Prompts #29 Truth,and #30 Lies, are sidefics. Meaning that they are almost the same fic, being told from two different POVS.: #30.Lies is Duo’s POV, #29.Truth is Heero’s POV. I recommend reading one right after the other since they make much more sense like that (which is also why they’ve been posted together).
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cristal. ~♥[darling, I need to stop dropping these bombs on you! I swear I will try m(_ _)m]
If you ask someone who only knows him superficially, or someone that didn’t fight along with him, or even, maybe, someone who doesn’t have as deep a connection as the one we share, chances are said person will tell you that Heero is very honest.
‘Brutally honest’ seems to be a favorite term to define him. I’ve heard that one more times than I care to count.
Apparently, the fact that he can be – and frequently is –quite fast and throughout critical when voicing his opinions about certain matters, leads people to instantly classify him as someone who doesn’t have any issues with always telling the truth, bad as it may be.
If you ask me though, I will tell you that Heero is a big fat liar.
Because that’s the truth. And I can prove it.
The day Heero told me he was going to kill me, he ended up rescuing me from a maximum security prison, and literally dragged my ass out of a cell on his very arms under heavy fire.
He visited me in the hospital the next day, and told me in no uncertain terms to stay there, affirming the whole time that he couldn’t care less about what happened to me as long as the mission would be completed with success.
Back in the day, he used his mission as his excuse, and it wasn’t always easy to figure out that his words weren’t even close to representing the truth about what he thought or how he felt.
That changed a few years later.
That was when I finally realized that whenever Heero lied to me, he was unconsciously showing me his weaknesses.
I suspected he was lying the day he knocked on the door of my salvage yard, saying that he was staying on the colony for a little while and needed a place to spend the night in. I confirmed my suspicions weeks later, when I got a letter that said my water and electricity bills had been paid by someone. And that someone surely wasn’t me.
Many, many months later, and under completely different circumstances than the ones on the day he had moved in with me into what would become one of our first homes, I confronted him about that, and he replied by giving me a small, embarrassed smile.
He lied to me about the nightmares and the nights when he would wake up in a cold sweat, a silent scream stuck on his throat, and about his need for a soul that understood and had gone through the same horrors; his need for something solid, like arms, around his body, reminding him that the past was in the past.
Heero himself admitted that lie, walking towards my room on one night and knocking softly on the door, asking permission to share with me a pain that I knew way too well.
He lied when he told me we were going out just as friends, and lied when he stroked my face gently, saying that he was just removing a stray eyelash with his fingers.
He also lied when I confronted him about it, saying that he didn’t know what it was that he was feeling.
On that occasion, I was the one who stopped his words before they progressed into something with potential to drag us down to a limb of uncertainty and anticipation.
His lips, even today, are much truer when they aren’t pronouncing a word.
But, even after that, and despite our growing proximity, the lies kept coming.
He lied to me saying those weren’t tears.
Lied, over and over, saying that things were ok.
Lied by not admitting his pain over not making a difference in this new world, protecting the peace he had fought tooth and nail to conquer.
Lied saying that he was happy living in that place, trying, in his oh-so-peculiar way, to keep us settled wherever he though I’d be happier.
Lies.
It wasn’t easy to convince him – with whispers and touches and lips in the dark – that I wouldn’t achieve true happiness anywhere unless he was happy too, by my side.
It took me years to realize that his intentions were always the best. It took him even longer to figure out that I always saw the truth, so crystal clear in his eyes and small gestures, when his words were confusing and disconnected.
In the end, after all of our time together I came to the conclusion that Heero had never really lied to me. He lied to himself instead.
In his rush to keep things under control and on a path that he considered the safest, he tried to convince himself of things, wanting so bad to turn his lies into truths.
Little by little, I taught him that saying the words wasn’t enough to make them true, and together we walked a long, painful road in which we learned to speak openly about our fears, expectations, insecurities and feelings.
Lies, lies, truth, truth. They get mixed up sometimes.
Of one thing though, I have always been absolutely sure.
Each and every time Heero had graced me with proofs of how much he loved me, they had been infinitely true.
Real like his hands on my chest, his breath on my face, his hair under my fingers and his eyes begging me to see beyond of what lips said.
Truths.
They remind me of the most important thing between us.
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Title: Truth and Lies
Prompt: #29 – Truth
Genre: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff
Warnings: A very brief spoiler for the series
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 920
Disclaimer:- I don’t own Gundam Wing. I don’t even own the prompts that I’m using to write the fics. I only own a somewhat crappy computer and it’s not worth a lot. I’m not making any profit with my fics. You will have another 94 chances to believe in what I say 8D
Notes: This is me, trying to push myself into doing things I haven’t tried before (this is what challenges are all about, right?)
Prompts #29 Truth,and #30 Lies, are sidefics. Meaning that they are almost the same fic, being told from two different POVS.: #30.Lies is Duo’s POV, #29.Truth is Heero’s POV. I recommend reading one right after the other since they make much more sense like that (which is also why they’ve been posted together).
It had been during a casual conversation with Quatre, while we were still aboard the Peacemillion, that he had told me, with humor, that the first time he and Duo had talked, the pilot of Gundam Deathscythe told him:
‘I run and hide, but I never lie’.
That day, said like that, those words didn’t leave any impression on me.
Despite finding it slightly curious that someone would introduce themselves like that, truth is, deep down I doubted his words had any deeper meaning.
I didn’t know that it would take me a very short time to find out that Duo Maxwell took his motto extremely seriously.
It was for telling the truth that he was tortured and almost killed. And telling the truth he put his life on my hands in that cell, for me to do with it what I deemed appropriated.
It was one among many reasons that made me realize that I had to save him, no matter what.
It was what made me order him to stay in that hospital room in recovery the next day. Or so I liked to believe at the time.
Years later, things changed.
It was only then that I found out that, despite never lying, Duo was quite fond of manipulating the truth as he saw fit.
When I joined him at the salvage yard, after many months of following his steps from a distance, I suspected that business wasn’t going exactly well. After only one month living under the same roof, I made a point of paying water and electricity bills; after all, Duo had sheltered me and I refused to act like a lecher of his resources.
Besides, I knew the help was welcome.
It took us a while until, with my help and the development of a new system for sorting the metals that were spread all over the yard, we finished the month with a good profit.
When I suggested that we got a television and a new couch, Duo agreed that it wouldn’t be so bad to give in to a couple of luxuries.
He never admitted that he never owned a TV set before because of lack of money to do so.
He acknowledged later that, as months passed, life was gradually getting easier and better.
But never admitted that he had been in desperate need for help when I had first showed up at his door.
He agreed with my suggestion of going out for dinner, but never explained the reasons behind the long shower, the pressed shirt and shiny shoes, and for wearing his hair down for the first time on that very night.
It was through silence that he made sure I knew about his frustration over my shyness and insecurity. It was with hands on my face and breathing against my mouth that he told me about reciprocity and future.
It felt like he had never been so honest with me before, and until this very day, his lips still fill with perfection the voids that his words insist on leaving blank.
He never explained the scars on his wrists. Accident in the line of duty, he said.
Never explained spending nights awake, looking at the ceiling, stroking my hair and sighing deeply. Insomnia.
Omissions. Half-truths.
It took me years to understand that he didn’t hide things from me because he didn’t trust me. It took even longer for me to realize that, somehow, I was always able to see the truth behind his half formed words.
He never pointed fingers or hated me for not telling him that I didn’t want to stay in that place forever, even though I thought that he had every right to.
It was the gleam in his eyes focused intently on mine – certain and sure, no hesitations or doubts – that rather rubbed in my face the fact that my dissatisfaction was affecting him, eating his happiness slowly by the corners, like a vicious bug.
And just like that, we started a new life together.
His mouth talks about bravery and courage, but his eyes talk to me about vulnerability and uncertainty. Of needing me to dig deeper and see that, for as simple as the things around us may look…they have so much more behind them.
Duo doesn’t realize that he uses truth as his anchor to stand strong on what he believes is firm ground. It's never crossed his mind that choosing the place where you anchor yourself is just as, or even more, important so you'll keep standing.
Little by little, I taught him that revealing a bit more than what meets the eye isn’t a flaw or something bad. In response, he led me through layer after layer of defenses risen over years and let me find out slowly and surely, every truth behind his words.
Truth, truth, lies, lies. They can be the exact same thing, if well played.
Of one thing though, I have always been absolutely sure.
Every time Duo has pronounced three very simple words that together make all sense in the world to me, he has meant them without any reservation.
No secrets, no long explanations with no meaning behind them, no grins with too much teeth and no sudden glances at the floor with pupils that looked anywhere but right into me.
Three utmost sincere words.
The lies…
They just remind me of everything that will never be as big or as important as what grew and exists between the two of us.
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*ish nervous*
I hope that posting the fics like this didn't make anyone confused O_________o
*goes back to replying feedback from the previous fic*