title: Before It Began
fandom: Gundam Wing
characters/pairings: Heero/Duo
rating: G
warnings: none
summary: Duo and Heero on the Beach
notes: written for the Moments of Rapture contest.

They were on the beach, looking out into the sunset. One sat on the sand, his long braid swirling the sand beneath. The other stood over him.

"Your problem is, you don't appreciate life."

"Your problem is, you don't appreciate death."

The one standing blew the hair out of his eyes. He needed a haircut; it had gotten to the stage where it annoyed him. "I never could appreciate your morbid sense of humor."

The boy sitting smiled, tracing a pattern in the sand with his fingertip. "You haven't lost enough."

Staring down at the top of the other's head, his eyes haunted, "I don't want to lose anymore."

Looking up, with mischievous wonder, "Don't worry. You don't have that much to lose."

He wanted to growl at his sitting friend, but it didn't seem right. "You don't know."

Twinkling eyes challenged him. "I know enough."

A small grunt. "Perhaps. Perhaps I have more than you think."

"Perhaps you shouldn't count your chickens before they've laid their eggs."

"That's not..."

"This is nice. Don't you think so? I think so. It's really pretty. You can see L1 from here. Can't you?"

"Yeah. Sometimes." His hands moved at his sides, bouncing against his thighs. "I thought you would like it."

"Thanks." It was only a whisper, but still.

"...I have to get going. Sorry." That wasn't what he meant to say. That wasn't anything like what he meant to say.

A moment passed, and he turned to move.

A hand reached out, taking his wrist, stopping him.

"Wait." Eyes reached up, trapping. "Next time... next time you send me some cryptic message, telling me to drop everything and come meet you somewhere so you can show me something, how about you leave enough time to grab some burgers, catch a movie?"

A quirk of the lips, and then another. "Dinner and a movie?"

A smile. "It's as good a place as any to start."

"I suppose..." He looks down, and doesn't want to leave anymore. But he said he had to, so... "Maybe next time, I'll come to L2, and disabuse Hilde of all those strange notions she has about you."

The devil's smile spreads across his face. "Maybe."

Flesh on flesh, and for a moment, it's hard to break away. In the space of that moment, they are together, and they know it.

The one sitting turns away first, leaning back on his hands again. "Take care of yourself."

"You too." He tries to resist, but he's never been good at that sort of thing anyway. His hand takes the thick braid, holding it and lifting it up. The fat, interlocked locks slip lazily from his grasp, finally falling with a thump against the back of the one sitting. He doesn't react, not noticeably.

"It is pretty here."

Before he walks away, he smiles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, it is."