Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Another Side ❯ Moving Days ( Chapter 5 )
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LSE // 3-25-03
(Another Side - Chapter Five: Moving Days)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Moving Days
-
"Are you awake yet?"
Duo snorted in a grandly unattractive way and started to roll over,
but remembered too late the narrowness of the couch. With a startled
'yelp' and a rich thud, he rolled straight off the sofa and to the
tile hospital floor. "Owww..." he groaned, sitting up.
A soft noise from somewhere above him caused Duo's skin to crawl
before he figured out it was just Heero making a failed effort not to
laugh. "Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, Yuy..." Duo grumbled out of habit
before realizing with a cold shock the previous events.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Heero said insincerely with another slight laugh.
The
laugh cut off into a muffled "Ouch" and then silence.
Duo quickly regained his feet, "Heero?" He let out a relieved breath
seeing cobalt blue eyes looking back him with a pained look. "Oh, hey,
are you okay?" Duo tried to move towards the bed but got tangled up in
the sheet. Kicking it away and failing his arms, he finally managed to
get free and end up next to the bed.
"Stop, stop being so funny!" Heero said with a sly smile, "It hurts
to laugh..."
"I think you might have broken a rib," Duo quipped back without even
thinking about it. "But I'll try. Wufei would be better if you didn't
want humor."
Cobalt hues blinked as Heero tilted his head curiously to one side,
"Wu... fei?" the eyes turned inwards and Duo's heart gave a leap,
thinking maybe the thoughtful look was a result of some memories
coming back, but Heero then looked sad and shook his head slightly.
Duo tried not to let his disappointment show, "Are you... hungry?"
"No," Heero said quietly, pausing to look around the room without
moving his head. "You look familiar. Have I seen you before?"
Again, Duo's heart gave a happy leap, "Yes!" he gushed, "yes, you
have!"
"I have?" Heero looked a little overwhelmed, then smiled thoughtfully,
"Yes, that's right. You came to see me, then turned pale and left. And
then the doctors came for more tests..."
Cursing himself for getting hopeful, Duo forced a smile, "I'm sorry
about that."
"It's okay. The tests aren't that bad. Are you a nurse? Why were you
sleeping over there? I heard you snoring," Heero admitted sheepishly.
"No, I..." Duo took a deep breath, wondering just how much anyone had
told Heero. He couldn't imagine how confusing it must be to not know
who you were anymore. "My name's Duo," he said cautiously, looking to
see any spark of recognition in Heero's eyes.
"I think my name's Heero. That's what everyone keeps calling me, at
least. Heero Yuy. I can't seem to remember..." the words faded off for
a moment as blue eyes sought out amethyst, "Should I know you? I have
this feeling something's wrong. I should be more certain about my
name, why I am in the hospital. I just can't remember anything..."
It was a shock to hear so many word and emotions from Heero, but the
weird feeling of being confronted with such a drastically different
personality was wearing off. Duo loved Heero, even when Heero hadn't
even thought of him as a friend, and he wasn't about to let this stop
him from loving Heero now.
"The doctors say you have amnesia," Duo said gently, wanting to break
the news as carefully as possible. "I'm..." he hesitated, "a good
friend of yours. I've been staying here at the hospital."
"Oh. That's very nice of you. Do I have any family? A... wife?" Heero
ventured cautiously, then blinked and asked, "How old am I?"
"You're nineteen, same as me. No family, no wife."
"That's good. I mean... I think it must be awful for you to have me
not know you, and you're just a friend. What if I had some loved ones
out there?"
Struggling to conceal his shock, Duo just nodded dumbly in response.
That sort of remark best suited... Quatre. ...Quatre! "Oh, man, I have
to go make a phone call. I'll be back, though, okay? Promise!"
"Okay," Heero agreed calmly. "I'll be here," he added with what looked
like... a sly smile?
Duo froze, half out the door, and turned a stunned stare on to the
innocent-looking Japanese boy sitting there in the hospital bed.
"What's wrong?" Heero asked, his head tilting again in the same
curious manner.
"Nothing... nothing at all," and he managed a very real grin. Heero
Yuy had definitely just made a joke!
The hallways were quiet as Duo headed for the nurse's station.
Hospitals were unnaturally quiet even when busy. Except, of course,
for the emergency room, but up here on the room floors...
Throwing a few charming smiles and the assurance Quatre would pick up
the charge to the station nurse, Duo gained access to the phone.
Getting access to the Winner heir proved a more elusive task. Finally
he got through to someone claiming to be Quatre's private secretary.
Duo hadn't even known what the blond did needed a secretary. Life
must just be more exciting if you were rich.
She told him that Quatre was on Earth and asked to take a message, and
refused to give Duo anything more on where Quatre was or how he could
be reached. He gave his cell phone number through clenched teeth and
then repeated it twice for her. Afraid of worrying Quatre, but also
wanting to make sure the message got through, he told the woman it was
merely "important" and not "urgent" like he wanted to say.
Handing the phone back to the nurse, Duo looked back towards the
hospital room with a determined look. Somehow, he would get Heero's
memory to come back. Somehow...
------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
The days went on according to routine. Duo spent his days and nights
at the hospital and, when Heero was resting or being tested, he went
looking for an apartment. It didn't take long to find a studio
apartment not far from the hospital (coincidence, Duo told himself,
purely coincidental) that was half the cost of his old apartment,
twice as clean and half as ghetto. Unfortunately, it was also half the
size, but Duo thought of it more as a safety net.
When days became a week, then two, it became clear Heero was healing
fine physically, but not in terms of memory. Duo stopped thinking that
it was going to be a mere matter of one thing jarring Heero's memory
and just everything coming back. Or, like in the movies, if Heero got
hit in the head again...
But the doctors explained it wouldn't be that simple. The memories
might just come back in little bits and pieces... or not at all. Duo
was so distraught by that news he laid on the floor of his apartment
for hours just staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't imagine forever
looking at his one, true love and knowing...
It just sharpened his resolve to get Heero's memories back to him. He
wasn't sure how or when, but he would. He swore to himself.
And then he promised Heero.
Duo hadn't meant to, but one evening when they were watching
television, Heero suddenly said:
"Duo? Do you ever think I'll get my memories back?"
Duo, who had been contemplating the complexities of the soap scum
remover advertisement, managed nothing more than a startled hybrid
noise similar to a "Huh?"
"My memories," Heero said with a look of longing. It had taken some
getting use to, being able to see emotion on Heero's face so
clearly... so often.
"Of course," Duo rushed to assure him, "in fact, I'm going to work
really hard to make sure you do!"
"Promise?" Heero said hopefully, turning his eyes to meet Duo's.
It seemed the world stopped as Duo say himself so clearly reflected
out from the cobalt depths. Vaguely, distantly, he knew he was suppose
to say something, but he forgot what. Amethyst locked in with steel
blue and the gaze took on a life of its own before Heero finally
dropped his eyes down to his hands, "I understand if you don't..."
"No," Duo said and, although his voice was quiet, it shook with raw
emotion. He took a moment to collect himself before saying fiercely,
"I promise you, Heero. I promise I'll do everything I can to get you
your memories back. I promise."
Whatever regret he might have felt for making such a wild promise
without a real guarantee he could keep it vanished beneath the quiet
joy of Heero's smile.
They didn't speak of the promise again, but neither would forget it.
The time came when Heero was permitted out from his bed for rounds of
physical therapy. Despite the doctor's fears there would be some
problems in the area of motor skills, Heero surprised them all by his
mobility. Soon, Duo's excuses for staying in the room at night faded.
Anything Heero could get in and out of the bed on his own and cross
the room without disturbing the monitoring machinery.
Without much fan-fare, the sofa was moved back out to the waiting room
and Duo started actually living in his apartment. He still kept long
hours at the hospital just keeping Heero company. Company which was
gladly accepted. And, without even realizing it, Duo fell deeper and
deeper in love with Heero Yuy.
A fortnight after Duo had first tried to contact Quatre, the small
Arabian suddenly showed up rather unexpectedly at the hospital. And
the meeting didn't go at all like Duo had wanted. Heero showed no
signs of recognition upon seeing Quatre but, for his part, the winner
heir held a remarkable amount of control at seeing the drastic changes
in Heero's personality.
Even with his empathic reputation, Quatre was no great help to getting
back Heero's memory. The Japanese youth seemed cheered at having a new
visitor, however, so Duo wasn't too badly disappointed.
AnA little over a month after the accident, Heero was finally
discharged from the hospital. What few possessions he owned and some
old clothes of Duo's (actually things bought just for Heero that Duo
merely tried to pass off as old) that made up his entire wardrobe were
packed into a suitcase provided by the hospital. The staff held a
small celebration in the morning for Heero and then Anita came in
with a wheelchair.
"I can walk," Heero protested, upon seeing the chair.
"Hospital procedure, Mr. Yuy. We make everyone leave in a wheelchair.
Just be glad we don't require you to leave in one of our wonderfully
fashionable gowns," Anita explained with a smile.
"Oh, okay," Heero sat in the chair and looked over to Duo, who was
holding the suitcase. "Ready?"
More than anything, Duo wanted to answer 'no.' He had been trying to
get up the courage all day to ask Heero to come live in his studio
apartment. He couldn't ask with Anita standing there, and it would be
too late once they got outside and Heero got into a taxi. And then he
would never have the opportunity.
But all he said was, "Lead the way."
Duo felt weird looking at the empty room, so devoid of the things
that, for so long, had made it seem like... some sort of home. It felt
more like a home than any crummy apartment ever could. That's just
because, the small voice in the back of his head chided him, Heero was
there with you.
For Heero's sake, Duo kept up a happy facade all the way down to lobby
and out the front door. When Anita looked expectantly at him and said,
"Did you call Mr. Yuy a taxi?" the facade trembled.
"Taxi?" Heero repeated, turning his body around enough in the
wheelchair to stare between Duo and the nurse. "Don't you have a
car, Duo?"
Duo swallowed hard, "Yeah. Of course, it's parked over there." He
felt the need to point vaguely in his car's direction.
"Well, take care Mr. Yuy! I would say I never want to see you again,
but I know you'll be back for some check-up tests," Anita smiled.
"Now, up and out from the wheelchair so I can take it back inside."
Duo stood, numb, as Heero got up and thanked the nurse. Anita said
something else and then left, but it seemed he couldn't hear anything
over the pounding in his heart. Heero expected him to provide a ride
to the apartment building one of the nurses had assured him was
looking for a new occupant.
Cobalt eyes were looking at him expectantly, and it took a minute to
pull himself from their depths and start moving. Heero looked up at
the sky before following. Reaching the car, Duo hesitated before
getting inside. Now was the perfect time to ask Heero to come live
with him, but he just couldn't seem to form the words.
Heero got in and, as he was fastening the seat belt, Duo blurted out,
"Would you like to just come stay my place? I have the room, and you
don't have a job to pay for rent or anything..."
Whatever Duo had been expecting, it wasn't the brilliant smile Heero
answered with. "I'd love that, thank you, Duo!"
His breath caught and the words spun through his head. Love. Almost,
almost, he could hear a different set of words. I love you. Fumbling
at his keys, Duo shot Heero a pleased smile and started the car.
I love you, Heero, he wanted to say. I always have; always will.
But, he didn't. He just put the car in gear and drove out from the
parking lot. It was a short trip and made in silence. Duo was afraid
if he opened his mouth he would say it. I love you.
Heero, I love you.
I love... "Is this your building? It looks nice," Heero said as Duo
pulled into the parking garage, which was another bonus of the studio.
Much better than spray-painted parallel at his old crummy place.
It wasn't until they were half-way up the building in the elevator
that Duo even remembered how sparsely furnished his apartment was.
There was a couch, though, that he'd picked up at yard sale down the
block. He would probably give Heero the bed.
"It might be a bit messy," Duo warned, even though he knew the place
had a spotless look because he was so rarely using it. Heero walked in
and took the place in by spinning around in a circle, a move which
made Duo smile.
Heero laughed a bit, stopping his spin and looking at the couch, "Am I
going to be sleeping here?"
"Actually," Duo said, setting Heero's suitcase by the couch and moving
towards the bedroom, "you can take the bed and I'll take the couch."
He disappeared into the bedroom to fetch out a pillow and extra
blankets. He found a spare blanket, but no extra pillow. He made a
mental note to buy one and went back into the living room.
Either he had forgotten he had put the suitcase down or just didn't
realize it was in his way but, whatever the reason, Duo tripped right
over the thing. His arms got caught up in the blanket and he couldn't
maintain balance as he crashed neatly to the floor. The fall didn't
hurt anything but his pride, but Heero gasped and quickly knelt down,
"Are you okay, Duo?"
"Yeah," Duo said with a laugh, sitting up and finding himself
face-to-face with a pair of concerned blue eyes.
I love you.
He should probably stop staring at Heero's eyes like a deer caught in
the headlights.
Heero, I...
Without conscious thought, Duo suddenly leaned forward and pressed his
lips against Heero's.
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A uthor's Notes: Oh, man, did I ever have a panic yesterday when I
couldn't write. Fortunately, the muses revived themselves enough for
me to polish this chapter off. I'm really, really going to try to keep
my momentum going, but it's *very* hard for me to write.
I seem to do better when I stay up late and just block everything out,
but it's hard. And I can't be up at 1 and 2 in the morning on school
nights... at least, not often. I'm trying, though, I really am.
Weekends look like my best bet, but I'm going to be gone over Easter
and this weekend is a con, next weekend is a con and April 12th is my
prom and... o_o gah! I'm trying! I swear!
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(Another Side - Chapter Five: Moving Days)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Moving Days
-
"Are you awake yet?"
Duo snorted in a grandly unattractive way and started to roll over,
but remembered too late the narrowness of the couch. With a startled
'yelp' and a rich thud, he rolled straight off the sofa and to the
tile hospital floor. "Owww..." he groaned, sitting up.
A soft noise from somewhere above him caused Duo's skin to crawl
before he figured out it was just Heero making a failed effort not to
laugh. "Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, Yuy..." Duo grumbled out of habit
before realizing with a cold shock the previous events.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Heero said insincerely with another slight laugh.
The
laugh cut off into a muffled "Ouch" and then silence.
Duo quickly regained his feet, "Heero?" He let out a relieved breath
seeing cobalt blue eyes looking back him with a pained look. "Oh, hey,
are you okay?" Duo tried to move towards the bed but got tangled up in
the sheet. Kicking it away and failing his arms, he finally managed to
get free and end up next to the bed.
"Stop, stop being so funny!" Heero said with a sly smile, "It hurts
to laugh..."
"I think you might have broken a rib," Duo quipped back without even
thinking about it. "But I'll try. Wufei would be better if you didn't
want humor."
Cobalt hues blinked as Heero tilted his head curiously to one side,
"Wu... fei?" the eyes turned inwards and Duo's heart gave a leap,
thinking maybe the thoughtful look was a result of some memories
coming back, but Heero then looked sad and shook his head slightly.
Duo tried not to let his disappointment show, "Are you... hungry?"
"No," Heero said quietly, pausing to look around the room without
moving his head. "You look familiar. Have I seen you before?"
Again, Duo's heart gave a happy leap, "Yes!" he gushed, "yes, you
have!"
"I have?" Heero looked a little overwhelmed, then smiled thoughtfully,
"Yes, that's right. You came to see me, then turned pale and left. And
then the doctors came for more tests..."
Cursing himself for getting hopeful, Duo forced a smile, "I'm sorry
about that."
"It's okay. The tests aren't that bad. Are you a nurse? Why were you
sleeping over there? I heard you snoring," Heero admitted sheepishly.
"No, I..." Duo took a deep breath, wondering just how much anyone had
told Heero. He couldn't imagine how confusing it must be to not know
who you were anymore. "My name's Duo," he said cautiously, looking to
see any spark of recognition in Heero's eyes.
"I think my name's Heero. That's what everyone keeps calling me, at
least. Heero Yuy. I can't seem to remember..." the words faded off for
a moment as blue eyes sought out amethyst, "Should I know you? I have
this feeling something's wrong. I should be more certain about my
name, why I am in the hospital. I just can't remember anything..."
It was a shock to hear so many word and emotions from Heero, but the
weird feeling of being confronted with such a drastically different
personality was wearing off. Duo loved Heero, even when Heero hadn't
even thought of him as a friend, and he wasn't about to let this stop
him from loving Heero now.
"The doctors say you have amnesia," Duo said gently, wanting to break
the news as carefully as possible. "I'm..." he hesitated, "a good
friend of yours. I've been staying here at the hospital."
"Oh. That's very nice of you. Do I have any family? A... wife?" Heero
ventured cautiously, then blinked and asked, "How old am I?"
"You're nineteen, same as me. No family, no wife."
"That's good. I mean... I think it must be awful for you to have me
not know you, and you're just a friend. What if I had some loved ones
out there?"
Struggling to conceal his shock, Duo just nodded dumbly in response.
That sort of remark best suited... Quatre. ...Quatre! "Oh, man, I have
to go make a phone call. I'll be back, though, okay? Promise!"
"Okay," Heero agreed calmly. "I'll be here," he added with what looked
like... a sly smile?
Duo froze, half out the door, and turned a stunned stare on to the
innocent-looking Japanese boy sitting there in the hospital bed.
"What's wrong?" Heero asked, his head tilting again in the same
curious manner.
"Nothing... nothing at all," and he managed a very real grin. Heero
Yuy had definitely just made a joke!
The hallways were quiet as Duo headed for the nurse's station.
Hospitals were unnaturally quiet even when busy. Except, of course,
for the emergency room, but up here on the room floors...
Throwing a few charming smiles and the assurance Quatre would pick up
the charge to the station nurse, Duo gained access to the phone.
Getting access to the Winner heir proved a more elusive task. Finally
he got through to someone claiming to be Quatre's private secretary.
Duo hadn't even known what the blond did needed a secretary. Life
must just be more exciting if you were rich.
She told him that Quatre was on Earth and asked to take a message, and
refused to give Duo anything more on where Quatre was or how he could
be reached. He gave his cell phone number through clenched teeth and
then repeated it twice for her. Afraid of worrying Quatre, but also
wanting to make sure the message got through, he told the woman it was
merely "important" and not "urgent" like he wanted to say.
Handing the phone back to the nurse, Duo looked back towards the
hospital room with a determined look. Somehow, he would get Heero's
memory to come back. Somehow...
------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
The days went on according to routine. Duo spent his days and nights
at the hospital and, when Heero was resting or being tested, he went
looking for an apartment. It didn't take long to find a studio
apartment not far from the hospital (coincidence, Duo told himself,
purely coincidental) that was half the cost of his old apartment,
twice as clean and half as ghetto. Unfortunately, it was also half the
size, but Duo thought of it more as a safety net.
When days became a week, then two, it became clear Heero was healing
fine physically, but not in terms of memory. Duo stopped thinking that
it was going to be a mere matter of one thing jarring Heero's memory
and just everything coming back. Or, like in the movies, if Heero got
hit in the head again...
But the doctors explained it wouldn't be that simple. The memories
might just come back in little bits and pieces... or not at all. Duo
was so distraught by that news he laid on the floor of his apartment
for hours just staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't imagine forever
looking at his one, true love and knowing...
It just sharpened his resolve to get Heero's memories back to him. He
wasn't sure how or when, but he would. He swore to himself.
And then he promised Heero.
Duo hadn't meant to, but one evening when they were watching
television, Heero suddenly said:
"Duo? Do you ever think I'll get my memories back?"
Duo, who had been contemplating the complexities of the soap scum
remover advertisement, managed nothing more than a startled hybrid
noise similar to a "Huh?"
"My memories," Heero said with a look of longing. It had taken some
getting use to, being able to see emotion on Heero's face so
clearly... so often.
"Of course," Duo rushed to assure him, "in fact, I'm going to work
really hard to make sure you do!"
"Promise?" Heero said hopefully, turning his eyes to meet Duo's.
It seemed the world stopped as Duo say himself so clearly reflected
out from the cobalt depths. Vaguely, distantly, he knew he was suppose
to say something, but he forgot what. Amethyst locked in with steel
blue and the gaze took on a life of its own before Heero finally
dropped his eyes down to his hands, "I understand if you don't..."
"No," Duo said and, although his voice was quiet, it shook with raw
emotion. He took a moment to collect himself before saying fiercely,
"I promise you, Heero. I promise I'll do everything I can to get you
your memories back. I promise."
Whatever regret he might have felt for making such a wild promise
without a real guarantee he could keep it vanished beneath the quiet
joy of Heero's smile.
They didn't speak of the promise again, but neither would forget it.
The time came when Heero was permitted out from his bed for rounds of
physical therapy. Despite the doctor's fears there would be some
problems in the area of motor skills, Heero surprised them all by his
mobility. Soon, Duo's excuses for staying in the room at night faded.
Anything Heero could get in and out of the bed on his own and cross
the room without disturbing the monitoring machinery.
Without much fan-fare, the sofa was moved back out to the waiting room
and Duo started actually living in his apartment. He still kept long
hours at the hospital just keeping Heero company. Company which was
gladly accepted. And, without even realizing it, Duo fell deeper and
deeper in love with Heero Yuy.
A fortnight after Duo had first tried to contact Quatre, the small
Arabian suddenly showed up rather unexpectedly at the hospital. And
the meeting didn't go at all like Duo had wanted. Heero showed no
signs of recognition upon seeing Quatre but, for his part, the winner
heir held a remarkable amount of control at seeing the drastic changes
in Heero's personality.
Even with his empathic reputation, Quatre was no great help to getting
back Heero's memory. The Japanese youth seemed cheered at having a new
visitor, however, so Duo wasn't too badly disappointed.
AnA little over a month after the accident, Heero was finally
discharged from the hospital. What few possessions he owned and some
old clothes of Duo's (actually things bought just for Heero that Duo
merely tried to pass off as old) that made up his entire wardrobe were
packed into a suitcase provided by the hospital. The staff held a
small celebration in the morning for Heero and then Anita came in
with a wheelchair.
"I can walk," Heero protested, upon seeing the chair.
"Hospital procedure, Mr. Yuy. We make everyone leave in a wheelchair.
Just be glad we don't require you to leave in one of our wonderfully
fashionable gowns," Anita explained with a smile.
"Oh, okay," Heero sat in the chair and looked over to Duo, who was
holding the suitcase. "Ready?"
More than anything, Duo wanted to answer 'no.' He had been trying to
get up the courage all day to ask Heero to come live in his studio
apartment. He couldn't ask with Anita standing there, and it would be
too late once they got outside and Heero got into a taxi. And then he
would never have the opportunity.
But all he said was, "Lead the way."
Duo felt weird looking at the empty room, so devoid of the things
that, for so long, had made it seem like... some sort of home. It felt
more like a home than any crummy apartment ever could. That's just
because, the small voice in the back of his head chided him, Heero was
there with you.
For Heero's sake, Duo kept up a happy facade all the way down to lobby
and out the front door. When Anita looked expectantly at him and said,
"Did you call Mr. Yuy a taxi?" the facade trembled.
"Taxi?" Heero repeated, turning his body around enough in the
wheelchair to stare between Duo and the nurse. "Don't you have a
car, Duo?"
Duo swallowed hard, "Yeah. Of course, it's parked over there." He
felt the need to point vaguely in his car's direction.
"Well, take care Mr. Yuy! I would say I never want to see you again,
but I know you'll be back for some check-up tests," Anita smiled.
"Now, up and out from the wheelchair so I can take it back inside."
Duo stood, numb, as Heero got up and thanked the nurse. Anita said
something else and then left, but it seemed he couldn't hear anything
over the pounding in his heart. Heero expected him to provide a ride
to the apartment building one of the nurses had assured him was
looking for a new occupant.
Cobalt eyes were looking at him expectantly, and it took a minute to
pull himself from their depths and start moving. Heero looked up at
the sky before following. Reaching the car, Duo hesitated before
getting inside. Now was the perfect time to ask Heero to come live
with him, but he just couldn't seem to form the words.
Heero got in and, as he was fastening the seat belt, Duo blurted out,
"Would you like to just come stay my place? I have the room, and you
don't have a job to pay for rent or anything..."
Whatever Duo had been expecting, it wasn't the brilliant smile Heero
answered with. "I'd love that, thank you, Duo!"
His breath caught and the words spun through his head. Love. Almost,
almost, he could hear a different set of words. I love you. Fumbling
at his keys, Duo shot Heero a pleased smile and started the car.
I love you, Heero, he wanted to say. I always have; always will.
But, he didn't. He just put the car in gear and drove out from the
parking lot. It was a short trip and made in silence. Duo was afraid
if he opened his mouth he would say it. I love you.
Heero, I love you.
I love... "Is this your building? It looks nice," Heero said as Duo
pulled into the parking garage, which was another bonus of the studio.
Much better than spray-painted parallel at his old crummy place.
It wasn't until they were half-way up the building in the elevator
that Duo even remembered how sparsely furnished his apartment was.
There was a couch, though, that he'd picked up at yard sale down the
block. He would probably give Heero the bed.
"It might be a bit messy," Duo warned, even though he knew the place
had a spotless look because he was so rarely using it. Heero walked in
and took the place in by spinning around in a circle, a move which
made Duo smile.
Heero laughed a bit, stopping his spin and looking at the couch, "Am I
going to be sleeping here?"
"Actually," Duo said, setting Heero's suitcase by the couch and moving
towards the bedroom, "you can take the bed and I'll take the couch."
He disappeared into the bedroom to fetch out a pillow and extra
blankets. He found a spare blanket, but no extra pillow. He made a
mental note to buy one and went back into the living room.
Either he had forgotten he had put the suitcase down or just didn't
realize it was in his way but, whatever the reason, Duo tripped right
over the thing. His arms got caught up in the blanket and he couldn't
maintain balance as he crashed neatly to the floor. The fall didn't
hurt anything but his pride, but Heero gasped and quickly knelt down,
"Are you okay, Duo?"
"Yeah," Duo said with a laugh, sitting up and finding himself
face-to-face with a pair of concerned blue eyes.
I love you.
He should probably stop staring at Heero's eyes like a deer caught in
the headlights.
Heero, I...
Without conscious thought, Duo suddenly leaned forward and pressed his
lips against Heero's.
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A uthor's Notes: Oh, man, did I ever have a panic yesterday when I
couldn't write. Fortunately, the muses revived themselves enough for
me to polish this chapter off. I'm really, really going to try to keep
my momentum going, but it's *very* hard for me to write.
I seem to do better when I stay up late and just block everything out,
but it's hard. And I can't be up at 1 and 2 in the morning on school
nights... at least, not often. I'm trying, though, I really am.
Weekends look like my best bet, but I'm going to be gone over Easter
and this weekend is a con, next weekend is a con and April 12th is my
prom and... o_o gah! I'm trying! I swear!
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