Disclaimer: I just borrowed the characters from Gundam Wing, no money
was made in the making of this fic.
Pairing: You have no idea how long I sat here fussing over the pairing
label. I really needed something like (2+/x1+/x2) but then I started to
get cross-eyed and stopped.
At long last the war ended
and the beautiful princess rode away with her handsome prince. And they
lived happily ever after.
Then again, maybe not.
You know, if romance novels and fairy tales are to be believed then as
soon as you find your true love, the world is suddenly a better place.
The sky becomes bluer, the sunshine brighter, you open your eyes to them
in the morning and they're the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
The romance novels and fairy tales are full of shit, let me tell you.
First of all, I don't believe in that true love crap. What I believe in
is somebody who'll put up with you even though you're not perfect. Because
let me tell you, first thing in the morning nobody is beautiful. There's
crusty dried mucus in the corner of your eyes, you've got bad breath,
there's most likely drool somewhere and sometimes you fart in your sleep.
To hear the stories tell it, love is full of bell-like peals of laughter,
quietly shared conversations and the right words are always spoken at
the right time.
It's not true. What the hell is a bell-like peal of laughter anyway? The
only tinkling going on here is followed by a flush. Nobody always says
the right thing. In fact, most of the time we don't know what to say at
all. And a lot of the time, we say a lot of stuff that we shouldn't. Shallow
stuff that afterward we'd like to take back but can't because just the
fact that you did say those things defines you. We're all pretty thoughtless.
If you can find somebody who'll stay with you despite that, you're doing
Maybe the princess rides away with her prince. But then they get to the
castle, he wakes up and asks, "Where the hell am I?"
Tender words of sweet nothing, my ass.
So what's the real deal? The real ending to the bedtime story? Well for
me it's writing dirty messages on the bathroom mirror. It's having my
cup of coffee stolen in the morning before I get the chance to finish
it. It's having a crappy day, coming home wanting to swear and throw things
and then finding out that a simple, "Shit" and a hug work a lot better.
We're not together because Heero cherishes my hair and loves to brush
it. Thank God because the man has the soft touch of a hippo. And Heero
certainly doesn't stick around because I complete him or some nonsense
like that. Hell, I can't figure out what he wants for dinner, let alone
his emotional and spiritual state.
The part they don't tell you, the part they sum up with their tidy little
happily ever after, is the part where the prince thanks the princess for
the lift, tries to sign up for the next war, finds out there isn't one
and then moves in with the thief.
And in the end, the very end, they don't live happily ever after. They
live bitching about stupid commercials, arguing over the volume of the
stereo, taking turns cooking dinner, offering crackers and water when
sick, saying the wrong thing but getting over it.
It may not be happily ever after, but it works.
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