– The Balcony—
When Heero saw that baka’s long, chestnut hair dancing on the battle field, he was more than shocked. When he saw that the thief was knocked down to the ground, Heero got worried. He felt pain in his hand as his nails drove into his flesh. He cursed the baka’s name as his hand became a fist. He couldn’t believe it. His annual match had made this perfect creature torn and bloody. His silently screamed to stop the meaningless fight while his feet anchored to the ground. Finally, when the thief lay lifeless in the mud, something in Heero’s mind just snapped. He felt that someone had mercilessly punched him in the stomach, making the world spin.
"We have a winner here." Trowa announces. He glances at his King but finds him stoned.
"Heero?"
"Well done." Heero finally squeezes those words out of his mouth. "Let the winner rest for the night so we can call it a fair fight tomorrow." Lies. Heero cursed to himself. He knows that if he were to get onto that battle field with that chinese kid right now, he would have killed him for the wounds that he had inflicted on the baka’s delicate form. "Take both of them to the resting room and order the doctor…..immediatlely" Heero takes control to make his tone sound as emotionless as possible.
"Yes King Yuy" Trowa looks at Heero with interest. "I will call Dr. Sally Po…..immediately."
–The Meet—
"Itai…. "
What the fuck happened? Oh Shit, I lost the fight didn’t I? Why the hell do I always fuck up?
"Hum…so that chinese kid get to touch… I mean fight the King ne? Fuck. God is never kind to me. Why don’t I always get what I wanted?" I can still taste the blood in my mouth.
Where am I?
"For your information, I did not fight Wufei yet."
What? I quickly sit up and turn around and my heart just skips a beat. There is Heero sitting on the edge of my bed. His eyes focusing… on me. Oh fuck, why do I have the bad habit of talking to myself?
"Oh really?" I smirk, trying to remain as calm as possible. "I could have kick his pretty little butt and yours too if I wasn’t that out of shape there" Think back! BAKA! How much nonsense did you say? Umm.. He look so nice with that green tank top. Oh… I could just drown into his eyes.
The King only glared at me but said nothing. He rose from my bed and begins to walk to the door…..hey.. is that spandex he is wearing?
"Leaving so soon?" I grin, trying my damnest not to show any desperation and disappointment on my face.
"Ah" the King softly speaks before he closes the door.
I sink back to the bed, exhausted. Baka, what do you expect him to say?
–Control—
Heero wanted to hurry out of the room because he didn’t expect the object of his affection to wake up and to see him there. But being the god of self-control, Heero took his time to exit the room that filled with the thief’s intoxicated scent. He took the time to slowly pace to the door and gently opened the door and closed it. It took him a lot of effort. More than fighting any other men. But he did it.
Walking down the hallway and thinking back to the events, Heero couldn’t help but smirk a bit. He couldn’t believe that the thief just started talking to himself like that. And that baka even confessed his affection… well, sort of. Heero isn’t stupid. He saw through the thief right there in the room. He sensed his nervousness. He even felt the heat radiate from the baka’s cheek.
Heero almost lost control in that room. There were so many things that he wanted to do right there. Heero could have told the thief that he was worried, that he just wanted to see him, that he wanted to hold him in his arm and nurses his wounds. He could have confessed his feeling to him too but he couldn’t.. It has been a while since he displayed any sort of emotion. But this man, this…
Come to think of it, what is his name? Heero doesn’t know. He stopped paying attention to Trowa’s announcement when he recognized that baka in the crowd. Does it matter? Hardly. A name holds no meaning. Heero craves for his gaze, his smile, his touch…… The king shakes his head lightly. He has sunk too deep. It all comes so fast, so quick.. so …
Unexpectedly, the king is knocked down on the floor. Heero’s face harden, the soldier side of him surfaces and takes over his body. He reaches instinctively for the gun hidden in his spandex and turns around swiftly to aim at his attacker. What he encounters only makes him drop his gun.
The thief! And the baka is sitting on him!
The thief displays a devilish smile that melts the King’s heart. "You didn’t think that’s the end of it, did you?" The thief lowers his head to meet the King’s eyes. A lock of his chestnut hair lightly brushes against the king’s cheek. "This is pay back for what you did to me a month ago… if you still remember."
How could he forget? He has been longing for that pair of violet eyes, that smooth endless chestnut hair and those delicate fingers.
The King feels the world spins in the wrong direction and promptly looses his control. The next thing he knows, he reaches up to that heart-shaped face and plants a soft kiss on his attacker’s battered but warm lips. The contact is swift yet Heero feels the eternity of its sweetness and softness. It sends a shiver down his spine.
His first kiss.
What is his name? Heero still doesn’t know. Does it matter? Hardly. As long as Heero knows he is real. It doesn’t matter to him at all.
"Koi." The King mutters under his breath.
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