Warnings: Yaoi, 1x2; AU; some graphic (not citrus) scenes; rating might go up
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters; all are property of Bandai and all other owners and/or producers. My bank account will boldly tell you that I'm not making any money off this project.
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My mind is filled with thoughts of you
I think about the days of two
I search the room but you're not there
Your perfume lingers everywhere
But it's
Only a memory
Of what our love was going to be
Only a
memory
Broken bits of you and me
Only a memory
Only a memory
In a world of pain I have no fear
You fade away and
disappear
And now I have to learn the game
Where no one wins or
takes the blame
But it's
Only a memory
Of what our love was going to be
Only a
memory
Now that we are history
Only a memory
Only a memory
But it's
Only a memory
Of what our love was going to
be
Only a memory
Broken bits of you and me
Only a
memory
Only a memory
Why should it matter if I cry
I sit around and wonder
why
Now I feel much too weak to live
And I've got nothing left
to give
Now it's
Only a memory
Of what our love was going to be
Only a
memory
Broken bits of you and me
Only a memory
Only a
memory
Only a memory...
They were hardly six months old when their eyes first met.
Blue-violet and Prussian locked and stared, and the previously wailing babies settled into silence. Their confused sitters saw their now-content gazes on each other, smiled, and put them in the same playpen together. Within no time the unsocial, frightened boys were laughing and playing, babbling to each other, and any passerby could've sworn that they understood each other's seemingly meaningless baby talk.
The two became fast friends and inseperable before they knew what the word 'friendship' meant. It did not take long for them to figure out they were neighbors and that their parents worked together, which was the reason they had found themselves at the same daycare center. At the tender age of three, when most children still wailed about being away from their parents for more than a few hours, they were spending the night at each other's house, completely oblivious to the lack of one or the other's paternal figures.
By the time they were five they hardly had to speak around each other to communicate, for they possessed a strange and almost inhuman ability to read each other's body language. The slightest curve of the lips, flicker of an eyelash, or move of the head meant something to the other.
"It's almost as though they're the same person," their parents joked.
Had someone told them how right they were, they might not have been laughing.
The title of this story is an actual song by The Smithereens, and the lyrics, if you couldn't guess, are the intro.
There's this silly little game I like to play when I name my chapters. I pick a song title that I think fits the chapter, and, ta-da!, chapter title. ; The song itself usually has some meaning to the chapter (at least to me. Sometimes the song inspired or shaped the chapter. If you're completely bored, try looking up the song and see if you can find the artist and lyrics. I'll post the artist in the next chapter, so if you don't get it the first time, you can at least look at the lyrics. If you have Napster or some other song provider, you can even listen to it! But I know a lot of songs from many different genres, so be on your toes! .