This fic... it's an introspective fic, so there might be a lot of that "retelling of story from so-and-so's perspective" kind of stuff. The only repeating part in this song was 'Nobody knows your heart', so I decided to use it as the title. This is the theme song of Princess Mononoke (it is a beautiful movie, if you haven't seen it, I suggest you do) and when I saw the English lyrics I immediately thought of a 1x2 fic. Sigh... obsession at it's worst...
This is dedicated to my first e-friend, Cesca!!!! (Happy belated birthday!! ^_^;;)
Oh yeah, and all characters belong to their original owners, blah blah blah, disclaimers and that kind of crap apply, yada, yada...
In the moonlight I felt your heart
quiver like a bow-string's pulse
In the moon's pale light
you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
*Duo's POV*
I gaze up into the night sky, looking at the full moon. It's light shines through the window of our shared bedroom and onto our bodies. It graces you like a summer's breeze, making you look so beautiful. The moonlight only serves to enhance the natural grace of body. I can feel your heartbeat next to mine, two hearts beating as one in the pale dimness of night. Suddenly your eyes open, and I can feel you staring me. I look into your blue eyes, and drown in their depths.
When the sun has gone
I see you beautiful and haunting,
but cold
Like the blade of a knife
so sharp, so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
When I had first met you, you were mysterious and cold. It was the mysterious part that made me want to find out about you, and the cold part that made me bring you into my heart.
Kinda funny that the first time I saw you, I shot you twice. I didn't realize how important you were going to be to me. If I had known, I probably would have jumped you there on the deck and hugged you until God knows when. But I must have felt something, because I went to rescue you, and helped you get your gundam back. Then you broke apart my gundam to fix yours. Now that I look back on it, I think it's funny; but at the time, I was pretty miffed.
I wanted to know more about you and your mission. Why were you here? Were you the same as me? Soon, I found out; we were both gundam pilots on a mission to destroy OZ. And soon, we grew close, and before I knew it, I had fallen in love with you. Your "omae o korosu" and silent gaze had endeared you to my heart.
But fear kept me from saying anything. The Maxwell curse follows me wherever I go. Death follows me like a cloak, usually out of the way, but always there, waiting... No. Not again. I didn't want that pain, that feeling of loss. So I kept my feelings to myself and no one else.
Soon, the war ended, and true peace was acheived. I always thought you would go with Relena; your princess. But you came, and lived with me. We bought a small house in the middle of nowhere, a place where two veterans could live in peace.
It was the night after we had moved in that I finally gave in to the urge to talk. Screw keeping my feelings inside. I smile a half smile as I remember that night...
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
locked away in the forests of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
of the things that sigh in the dark,
of the things that cry in the dark.
*Heero's POV*
I notice you looking at me. We gaze into each other's eyes, wallowing in the sense of fulfillment and friendship. Your smile is gently, yet slightly pained. I gently caress your cheek, almost as if you would disappear if I touched you too roughly. "Go back to sleep," I whisper. You nod and nestle back into my arms. I watch as your breathing becomes deep with sleep.
I never thought you were a victim. You were always a fellow pilot, a friend, a lover. But I had never thought of you as being someone in need. I didn't know about your past until you told me. I couldn't even tell all those horrible things had happened to you until that one night you opened your heart to me, and I took it into my protective embrace. I promised that nothing like that would ever happen again.
I look back on that night. You were sitting in the forest behind out house, in a tree. I climbed up and sat next to you. I watched you as you stared out into the night, your violet eyes shining, sparkling like the stars. I wanted to hold you to me, to tell you it would be alright. I wanted to kiss you and make it all better. But I couldn't. I didn't have the guts to show you how I felt.
It was then, that night, when you poured your soul onto a platter and served it to me. And I savored it all. I took the good with the bad. All the hardships you had been through made you tough. But I could see you on the inside, a soft center that had been nearly erased with time and hatred. Hatred of yourself, of OZ, of God himself. I didn't want you to feel anymore pain. So I gathered my courage and I hugged you. I held you in a sweet embrace, running my hands through your silken hair, and told you that I loved you. That was all I needed to say.
Now as we lie here in bed, I touch your hair. It is soft as bird down, and I nuzzle it gently. It tickles my lips, and I smile. A true smile, not one forced by courtesy. You're the only one who can make me do that. I wouldn't give you up for the world.