|
|
A NEW POINT OF VIEW
by SilverLady
***
Pairings: 1+2
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply. You know what they
are so I won't bore you with them.
***
Here I am again, abandoned and forgotten. I
should be used to it by now. It always happens when I'm not
needed. But sooner or later someone will come and I'll be able to
wrap myself around them and keep them warm. It's not as easy as
it used to be, though. I'm getting old now and rather thin.
The small cabin that I call home is quiet. There hasn't been
anyone here in some time. I don't know if that's good or not. It
means no one has needed the shelter of the cabin was built to
provide, but it also means that no one has visited this lonely
spot in some time.
I remember a time when there was some one stopping here nearly
every night. Those were the days. At times I long for those days
again.
The room seems rather cold tonight. A lot colder than usual, even
for this out of the way corner of the world. A storm is coming,
I'd say, with lots of snow.
***
Sure enough, not long after dark I here the sound of the wind
picking up, the sure sign of a storm. Sounds like it will be a
bad one. I hope that no one is out in this kind of weather and
yet…. How I long to keep someone warm once more. I'm so
lonely. I want to listen to the soft whisper of a person's voice.
Or better yet, two young lovers. I always enjoyed them best. They
love to snuggle close.
Suddenly the door slams open. At first I think its just the wind,
but then two figures stagger in. One is leaning heavily on the
other, perhaps from exhaustion or injury. It's hard to say. They
do look cold though. Come here. I'll keep you warm.
For a moment I think that one of the people is a girl, but then I
realize that it is a boy with extremely long hair. I don't think
I've ever seen anyone with hair that long. It is really very
lovely. I bet it's wonderful when he lets it down.
Then he turns and I can see the rest of him. He is very
beautiful. So much so that it's as if an angel as stepped down
from the heavens to visit. I've heard others speak of angels and
he is surely what they meant.
I think he's hurt, though. I see a dark stain on his right pant
leg. I didn't think angels could be hurt. Maybe the other person,
the one I heard about them from, didn't know everything about
them. I do know that on occasion someone would come into the
cabin with that same kind of stain on their clothes. Their
friends always showed concern when that happened.
I wonder what could have happened to him. Maybe he fell in the
storm.
His companion is as handsome as his friend, in a different sort
of way. There is a darker more somber look to him, though some
would say his clothes are almost cheery in comparison to the
other's.
Although he doesn't show concern like the others did I can tell
that he is still worried. It's in the way he watches the other
boy into the room.
He helps him to sit down and then heads over to the fireplace to
try and start a fire. Silly boy, can't he tell how cold his
friend. I can see him shivering from here. He obviously needs to
get out of those wet clothes.
After several minutes of fruitless, trying he gets up and walks
back over to his friend. The longhaired boy says something but
his voice is too quiet for me to make out the word. The
dark-haired boy glares for a moment, then looks around the room
After a moment, he walks over and drags the mattress off the bed.
I don't blame him. That frame is about to collapse and I think
any weigh will do it in.
Positioning the mattress near the still useless fireplace he then
goes back to the other boy. He says something in a low voice and
then helps him over to the mattress. I can see the look of
disgust the wounded boy makes, but he sits down on the mattress
anyway. I don't think he wants to argue with his friend.
Almost roughly the dark haired boy begins to strip the wet
clothes from his partner. The other boy complains about the rough
treat, but he is ignored. From the complaints I'd say that it
happens often.
Finally the boy is wearing nothing but his
underwear, a most interesting pair of boxers with, of all things,
big white daisies all over them. Not at all what I would expect.
He wraps his arms around his chest and continues to complain as
the other boy looks at the long gash on his right thigh. I don't
think it's too serious and apparently neither does the boy. He
wraps it quickly and efficiently with some gauze that some other
traveler must have left in a drawer.
He frowns at something the longhaired boys says, then looks
around the room again. Finally he spots me and walks over.
***
I am happy as I wrap myself around these two lovely boys. I am
glad I can keep them warm.
"Heero," I hear the longhaired boy whisper. "This
is nice, but next time just stop and ask for direction, all
right."
***
Back to Gundam Wing Fanfiction