Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Fetish ❯ Chapter 5
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 883 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 883 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: slight angst, might be bit of yuck in descriptions
Category: Yaoi, TWT
Pairings: will be 1x2, assumed 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Blood Fetish
Part 5
He needed to break something, but he couldn't find a likely target. As a result, he was left pacing through the kitchen, fists clenching and unclenching sporadically. Heero was still fuming when Quatre found him.
"What's happened? Heero?" Blinking at the pure fury in the boy's cobalt eyes as he rounded on him, Quatre barely kept from taking a step back.
"I just received an email," Heero ground out, teeth grinding together for a moment before he folded his arms over his chest. "It seems Duo sent a message saying he was recovered."
"Well, you knew it was something like that." Quatre sighed softly as he shook his head. "Surely you aren't surprised."
"No. But what do I do, Quatre? I can't keep him from getting on the computer." Glaring at the floor, Heero let out an angry breath. "I told them to ignore any message he sends them until we say otherwise. But I told Duo I wouldn't interfere in his business..."
"Heero. Look, let me talk to him, okay? The worst that could happen is that I won't make any difference. Duo isn't stupid, he'll listen to reason." At Heero's snort, he smirked as he laid a hand on the Japanese pilot's shoulder. "I'll work on him."
* * *
Pausing in the open doorway, Quatre's eyes narrowed as he took in Duo's activities. The longhaired boy was sitting in a chair in front of the open window, but that wasn't the problem as it was very nice outside and the blonde boy knew the fresh air was good for him. No, it was the thing Duo was bending over. "Duo?"
The boy smiled as he looked up and caught sight of Quatre. Jerking his head toward the window, he didn't set down the metal piece he was working on.
"Come on over here, Quatre. It's nice."
"What are you doing?" Quatre asked curiously as he perched on the edge of the bed in front of the boy.
"Just rewiring this." Catching sight of the boy's disapproval, he gave a sarcastic grin. "Don't worry, Heero went and got it for me. I figure I can have this done tonight. But tomorrow I have every intention of taking a trip to see Deathscythe." He waited expectantly for the boy's argument, then continued before he could speak. "I'm done resting, Quatre."
"No you're not." He raised his hand when the violet-eyed boy's mouth opened and hurried before he could be interrupted. "When you let us go, we managed to get out of the compound. But Duo, there were complications."
"Like what?" Setting the circuit to the side, Duo leaned forward eagerly. This was the first time anyone had volunteered information about their escape as Heero refused to speak of it.
"Well, we had to hide for nearly an hour before we could sneak out. Duo...did you know you were a hemophiliac?" As he'd expected, the question must have come as a surprise as Duo dropped his eyes.
When he looked up, Duo's expression was dark. "Don't think I'm stupid, Quatre, but...damnit. I don't know what that means."
Guilt rushed through him and he felt as if he'd just struck the boy. "Oh. No, Duo, it's all right. There haven't been many cases of it in years so it's not too well known. What it means is that your blood is thinner than most. Have you ever noticed that you bleed a lot when you're cut?"
"I bleed," Duo said, then he shook his head. "But I don't think it's more than everyone else. I mean, I don't get cut much so it's not something I pay much attention to."
"Well, while we were waiting for a chance to get out we couldn't stop the bleeding. You almost died."
Duo flinched and looked down, folding his arms over his chest. "Sorry."
"No! I wasn't trying to make you feel bad, I just want to make sure you understand why we've been determined to keep you in bed. Even after we got out we couldn't help you. See, none of have your blood type. By the time we managed to get the right type you were barely breathing." Duo's face was pale, and he knew he'd scared him. "Even if there hadn't been complications, it would take at least a week for you to recover fully. That's why we've tried to keep you inactive."
"So...how long?"
He could tell the American wasn't in any frame of mind to argue with anything he said, and he took advantage of it. "We figure two weeks." Leaning forward when he saw the boy's miserable expression, he met his gaze. "It's been eight days, so that's only six more. I don't think that's too bad, do you? It's better than taking risks, Duo."
"Do I have to stay in bed? I mean, what're these risks?" Still trying to get over the thought that he'd been so near death, Duo's mind didn't seem to be working very well.
"Loss of blood lowers the immune system, meaning you're more susceptible to sickness. It's true," Quatre said quickly when the boy frowned. "I know you don't normally *get* sick, but the chances are much higher now. I guess you don't actually have to stay in bed, but you should be careful not to wear yourself out. If you feel tired, don't be stubborn about it, just take a nap and you can be up again in an hour or two."
"Six-year-olds take naps, Quatre."
"If you get sick, you're going to be in bed a lot longer," Quatre said, eyes narrowed as he frowned at the boy. "Is that what you want? I think you'd do well to follow what Trowa said yesterday. If you want to get better and to get on with things, just wait this out. The more you fight it, the more frustrated you're going to be."
"Quatre?" Glancing out the window, Duo sighed and leaned his elbows on the sill.
"Yes?"
"Can I be alone for a while?"
Duo didn't turn, and Quatre stood slowly, unsure of what to say. "Of course. Duo..."
"Thanks." Duo glanced at the boy and gave him a small smile before turning to the window again. "Thanks for not keeping me in the dark...and for worrying."
"You're welcome, Duo. And I'm good at worrying."
* * *
//I just had to be the one in a million case with some stupid problem. Why is it always me?// Pushing away from the window, Duo got to his feet. //And here I was mad because Heero was babying me. Hell, it's no wonder he kept me in bed. Alot of good I'd do him if I got sick.// His bare feet rubbed the carpet as he crossed the room to stand in front of the dresser. Eyeing his complexion in the mirror, he couldn't see any difference, no signs of his being weak. //My back doesn't even hurt anymore.// And it didn't as he prodded the bandage lightly and felt nothing more than an ache. Frowning, he bent suddenly and pulled some clothes out of the dresser.
Entering the bathroom connected to the room, he shook his head. With the door shut, he faced the mirror as he took off his shirt, looking at the white bandages wrapped around him. He knew the wounds would have healed enough to go without them, but Heero had insisted on wrapping them every morning. //It's just a reminder of how weak I am.// Glaring suddenly, he peeled back the tape and unwound the white wrapping, setting it on the edge of the sink. When he turned and looked over his shoulder at the mirror his breath caught in his throat.
//Oh God...// He'd had no idea the cuts were so deep and long. But then, by the third one his back had been on fire and he hadn't been able to separate the different pains. Staring at the mesh of angry red cuts that had scabbed over oddly, his hand flew to his mouth as his stomach clenched. He stumbled to the toilet and fell to his knees as he tried to keep from being sick. It wasn't that he couldn't bare seeing gruesome things, it was the thought that the others had seen it. Head bowed, he took deep breaths as his eyes burned and he couldn't get the image out of his mind. //Heero saw that...every day.// It was too much and he couldn't stop himself as threw up violently.
* * *
He stared at the door as if he could will it open. He'd been staring at it for the past hour, and his patience was long since gone as the soft sound of running water pounded in his ears, taunting him. It wasn't that he didn't trust Duo to take care of himself as the boy was well enough to get around, but too much time had passed. He'd roomed with the American before and while the boy did take hour-long baths, he showered quickly and what Heero was hearing was the shower. He could imagine how angry the boy would be if he were to inquire about him, but as another minute crawled by, his patience snapped.
He was across the room in a heartbeat, and he tapped on the door. "Duo?" Not receiving an immediate answer, his mind supplied him with impossible images and he jerked the door open. Duo was sitting against the back of the tub, head bowed over his knees as water fell down on him. Heero was almost to him when his head jerked up and he flinched in shock, violet eyes very wide. Turning quickly when the boy blushed, Heero felt his own cheeks growing warm. "I'm...sorry," he ground out, unable to leave without making certain the boy was all right. "You were in here for so long I was...worried."
Very glad the water hid his tear-streaked cheeks, Duo stared at the boy in surprise. He'd never even thought of someone coming to check on him and he was caught off guard by the concern he'd seen in those cobalt eyes. Then he remembered his state and stood quickly as he shut off the now-cool water before grabbing the towel off the rack and wrapping it around his torso. "I'm fine," he whispered as Heero didn't move. "Really, I'll be out in a minute." He saw the boy's head nod and let out a relieved sigh when the boy left the room although he noticed that he didn't shut the door all the way.
Rubbing his eyes, he stepped out of the tub with stilted movements as he crossed to the sink and gripped his clothing. He was careful not to look in the mirror as he dressed quickly, his eyes moving to the door as he wondered if Heero was directly outside it. He should have known better than to stay in the bathroom so long, it was too suspicious. Pausing in front of the door, he took a deep breath before pulling it open and stepping out.
As he'd thought, Heero was standing a few feet away, arms folded over his chest as he stared at him. "Sorry about that," Duo said with a weak smile as he moved to the dresser. "Guess I lost track of the time."
Watching the boy pick up a comb, Heero's eyes narrowed as he looked at the long, wet hair. He wasn't buying it. He'd seen the way the boy was sitting and he knew something was very wrong. The problem was how to find out what it was without being blunt. Duo had sat on the edge of the chair and was frowning at his hair as he worked the comb through it. Crossing the room, Heero stopped behind him, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Duo said quickly, dropping his eyes as his grip on the comb tightened. "Why wouldn't I be?" He prayed the boy wouldn't answer that, and his breath stopped as a hand closed around his wrist and Heero plucked the comb out of his grasp. Wincing, he finally looked up.
"May I?"
He was sure he'd heard wrong, but he could see Heero's hand hovering over his hair in the mirror and he blinked for a moment before nodding once. Turning in the chair, he closed his eyes.
Starting at the tip of the thick hair, Heero worked out the tangles as he stared at Duo's shoulders. It wasn't the first time he'd touched Duo's hair, but the other times didn't count as the boy had been too weak to tend it himself. Making his way upward, he used the hair as an excuse to brush his hand over the boy's shoulder. The light touch confirmed his thoughts as the boy's muscles were tense. He pushed aside his misgivings and decided to pry.
"Quatre said he talked to you about our escape," he said softly as he continued to comb the long, damp hair. "If something is bothering you, I might be able to help." Silence was his answer, and his eyes narrowed for a second before he focused his attention on braiding Duo's hair. "You shouldn't have taken off the bandages," he said as he noticed the absence through the boy's black shirt. "There's still a chance of infection."
"Oh." Heart racing as Heero moved in front of him, Duo stood quickly. "I'll put some new ones on."
"No." Pushing the boy back into the chair, Heero shook his head. "You can't put the ointment on yourself." Quick steps brought him to the bathroom and he got the supplies, pausing in the doorway when he noticed Duo's panicked expression. "Is something wrong?"
"Do you think I really need the ointment?" Duo asked quickly, "I mean, it's practically healed already."
Heero shook his head as he walked to him, setting the bandages on the dresser. "The skin's tight. Ointment will prevent infection and keep the cuts from splitting." Unless he was mistaken, Duo seemed ready to bolt and he couldn't understand why. "It shouldn't hurt," he said slowly, wondering what was bothering the boy.
"I know." Duo stared at the floor for a minute, then lifted his hands with mechanical movement as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. //It doesn't matter...it's not like he hasn't seen it plenty of times.// Pulling off his shirt, he turned his head away as Heero stepped behind him.
Duo flinched when he touched him, and Heero's eyes narrowed abruptly. It wasn't the first time he'd done this. "Duo?"
"Pretty nasty, neh?"
His voice was slightly muffled, but Heero could hear the pain in it and that bothered him, a lot. "No, I've seen worse." Rather than feeling relief that he now understood why the boy was upset, he grew angry. "If anything," he said softly as he kept his voice calm, "It shows how strong you are." Being utterly careful not to press too hard, he rubbed the cream on and around each cut. He hadn't exaggerated about splitting as he knew scars dried out easily.
"What do you mean?" Blinking back the wetness that had filled his eyes, Duo had an urge to turn so he could look at the other boy.
"In the past, scars were a sign of strength that warriors collected like trophies as they were proof of what they had survived."
"I didn't think you were into history, Heero."
Pausing, Heero stared at Duo's bowed head. "We're warriors...aren't we?"
Duo let out a soft breath that bordered on laughter as he felt his lips curving into a smile. "Yeah...I guess we are..."
* * *
TBC
--notes--
I think there will be eight parts to this fic. I plan to have a 1x2 lemon included in the last part for those who've been asking for one. Feedback is appreciated; good *or* bad.
Category: Yaoi, TWT
Pairings: will be 1x2, assumed 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Blood Fetish
Part 5
He needed to break something, but he couldn't find a likely target. As a result, he was left pacing through the kitchen, fists clenching and unclenching sporadically. Heero was still fuming when Quatre found him.
"What's happened? Heero?" Blinking at the pure fury in the boy's cobalt eyes as he rounded on him, Quatre barely kept from taking a step back.
"I just received an email," Heero ground out, teeth grinding together for a moment before he folded his arms over his chest. "It seems Duo sent a message saying he was recovered."
"Well, you knew it was something like that." Quatre sighed softly as he shook his head. "Surely you aren't surprised."
"No. But what do I do, Quatre? I can't keep him from getting on the computer." Glaring at the floor, Heero let out an angry breath. "I told them to ignore any message he sends them until we say otherwise. But I told Duo I wouldn't interfere in his business..."
"Heero. Look, let me talk to him, okay? The worst that could happen is that I won't make any difference. Duo isn't stupid, he'll listen to reason." At Heero's snort, he smirked as he laid a hand on the Japanese pilot's shoulder. "I'll work on him."
* * *
Pausing in the open doorway, Quatre's eyes narrowed as he took in Duo's activities. The longhaired boy was sitting in a chair in front of the open window, but that wasn't the problem as it was very nice outside and the blonde boy knew the fresh air was good for him. No, it was the thing Duo was bending over. "Duo?"
The boy smiled as he looked up and caught sight of Quatre. Jerking his head toward the window, he didn't set down the metal piece he was working on.
"Come on over here, Quatre. It's nice."
"What are you doing?" Quatre asked curiously as he perched on the edge of the bed in front of the boy.
"Just rewiring this." Catching sight of the boy's disapproval, he gave a sarcastic grin. "Don't worry, Heero went and got it for me. I figure I can have this done tonight. But tomorrow I have every intention of taking a trip to see Deathscythe." He waited expectantly for the boy's argument, then continued before he could speak. "I'm done resting, Quatre."
"No you're not." He raised his hand when the violet-eyed boy's mouth opened and hurried before he could be interrupted. "When you let us go, we managed to get out of the compound. But Duo, there were complications."
"Like what?" Setting the circuit to the side, Duo leaned forward eagerly. This was the first time anyone had volunteered information about their escape as Heero refused to speak of it.
"Well, we had to hide for nearly an hour before we could sneak out. Duo...did you know you were a hemophiliac?" As he'd expected, the question must have come as a surprise as Duo dropped his eyes.
When he looked up, Duo's expression was dark. "Don't think I'm stupid, Quatre, but...damnit. I don't know what that means."
Guilt rushed through him and he felt as if he'd just struck the boy. "Oh. No, Duo, it's all right. There haven't been many cases of it in years so it's not too well known. What it means is that your blood is thinner than most. Have you ever noticed that you bleed a lot when you're cut?"
"I bleed," Duo said, then he shook his head. "But I don't think it's more than everyone else. I mean, I don't get cut much so it's not something I pay much attention to."
"Well, while we were waiting for a chance to get out we couldn't stop the bleeding. You almost died."
Duo flinched and looked down, folding his arms over his chest. "Sorry."
"No! I wasn't trying to make you feel bad, I just want to make sure you understand why we've been determined to keep you in bed. Even after we got out we couldn't help you. See, none of have your blood type. By the time we managed to get the right type you were barely breathing." Duo's face was pale, and he knew he'd scared him. "Even if there hadn't been complications, it would take at least a week for you to recover fully. That's why we've tried to keep you inactive."
"So...how long?"
He could tell the American wasn't in any frame of mind to argue with anything he said, and he took advantage of it. "We figure two weeks." Leaning forward when he saw the boy's miserable expression, he met his gaze. "It's been eight days, so that's only six more. I don't think that's too bad, do you? It's better than taking risks, Duo."
"Do I have to stay in bed? I mean, what're these risks?" Still trying to get over the thought that he'd been so near death, Duo's mind didn't seem to be working very well.
"Loss of blood lowers the immune system, meaning you're more susceptible to sickness. It's true," Quatre said quickly when the boy frowned. "I know you don't normally *get* sick, but the chances are much higher now. I guess you don't actually have to stay in bed, but you should be careful not to wear yourself out. If you feel tired, don't be stubborn about it, just take a nap and you can be up again in an hour or two."
"Six-year-olds take naps, Quatre."
"If you get sick, you're going to be in bed a lot longer," Quatre said, eyes narrowed as he frowned at the boy. "Is that what you want? I think you'd do well to follow what Trowa said yesterday. If you want to get better and to get on with things, just wait this out. The more you fight it, the more frustrated you're going to be."
"Quatre?" Glancing out the window, Duo sighed and leaned his elbows on the sill.
"Yes?"
"Can I be alone for a while?"
Duo didn't turn, and Quatre stood slowly, unsure of what to say. "Of course. Duo..."
"Thanks." Duo glanced at the boy and gave him a small smile before turning to the window again. "Thanks for not keeping me in the dark...and for worrying."
"You're welcome, Duo. And I'm good at worrying."
* * *
//I just had to be the one in a million case with some stupid problem. Why is it always me?// Pushing away from the window, Duo got to his feet. //And here I was mad because Heero was babying me. Hell, it's no wonder he kept me in bed. Alot of good I'd do him if I got sick.// His bare feet rubbed the carpet as he crossed the room to stand in front of the dresser. Eyeing his complexion in the mirror, he couldn't see any difference, no signs of his being weak. //My back doesn't even hurt anymore.// And it didn't as he prodded the bandage lightly and felt nothing more than an ache. Frowning, he bent suddenly and pulled some clothes out of the dresser.
Entering the bathroom connected to the room, he shook his head. With the door shut, he faced the mirror as he took off his shirt, looking at the white bandages wrapped around him. He knew the wounds would have healed enough to go without them, but Heero had insisted on wrapping them every morning. //It's just a reminder of how weak I am.// Glaring suddenly, he peeled back the tape and unwound the white wrapping, setting it on the edge of the sink. When he turned and looked over his shoulder at the mirror his breath caught in his throat.
//Oh God...// He'd had no idea the cuts were so deep and long. But then, by the third one his back had been on fire and he hadn't been able to separate the different pains. Staring at the mesh of angry red cuts that had scabbed over oddly, his hand flew to his mouth as his stomach clenched. He stumbled to the toilet and fell to his knees as he tried to keep from being sick. It wasn't that he couldn't bare seeing gruesome things, it was the thought that the others had seen it. Head bowed, he took deep breaths as his eyes burned and he couldn't get the image out of his mind. //Heero saw that...every day.// It was too much and he couldn't stop himself as threw up violently.
* * *
He stared at the door as if he could will it open. He'd been staring at it for the past hour, and his patience was long since gone as the soft sound of running water pounded in his ears, taunting him. It wasn't that he didn't trust Duo to take care of himself as the boy was well enough to get around, but too much time had passed. He'd roomed with the American before and while the boy did take hour-long baths, he showered quickly and what Heero was hearing was the shower. He could imagine how angry the boy would be if he were to inquire about him, but as another minute crawled by, his patience snapped.
He was across the room in a heartbeat, and he tapped on the door. "Duo?" Not receiving an immediate answer, his mind supplied him with impossible images and he jerked the door open. Duo was sitting against the back of the tub, head bowed over his knees as water fell down on him. Heero was almost to him when his head jerked up and he flinched in shock, violet eyes very wide. Turning quickly when the boy blushed, Heero felt his own cheeks growing warm. "I'm...sorry," he ground out, unable to leave without making certain the boy was all right. "You were in here for so long I was...worried."
Very glad the water hid his tear-streaked cheeks, Duo stared at the boy in surprise. He'd never even thought of someone coming to check on him and he was caught off guard by the concern he'd seen in those cobalt eyes. Then he remembered his state and stood quickly as he shut off the now-cool water before grabbing the towel off the rack and wrapping it around his torso. "I'm fine," he whispered as Heero didn't move. "Really, I'll be out in a minute." He saw the boy's head nod and let out a relieved sigh when the boy left the room although he noticed that he didn't shut the door all the way.
Rubbing his eyes, he stepped out of the tub with stilted movements as he crossed to the sink and gripped his clothing. He was careful not to look in the mirror as he dressed quickly, his eyes moving to the door as he wondered if Heero was directly outside it. He should have known better than to stay in the bathroom so long, it was too suspicious. Pausing in front of the door, he took a deep breath before pulling it open and stepping out.
As he'd thought, Heero was standing a few feet away, arms folded over his chest as he stared at him. "Sorry about that," Duo said with a weak smile as he moved to the dresser. "Guess I lost track of the time."
Watching the boy pick up a comb, Heero's eyes narrowed as he looked at the long, wet hair. He wasn't buying it. He'd seen the way the boy was sitting and he knew something was very wrong. The problem was how to find out what it was without being blunt. Duo had sat on the edge of the chair and was frowning at his hair as he worked the comb through it. Crossing the room, Heero stopped behind him, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Duo said quickly, dropping his eyes as his grip on the comb tightened. "Why wouldn't I be?" He prayed the boy wouldn't answer that, and his breath stopped as a hand closed around his wrist and Heero plucked the comb out of his grasp. Wincing, he finally looked up.
"May I?"
He was sure he'd heard wrong, but he could see Heero's hand hovering over his hair in the mirror and he blinked for a moment before nodding once. Turning in the chair, he closed his eyes.
Starting at the tip of the thick hair, Heero worked out the tangles as he stared at Duo's shoulders. It wasn't the first time he'd touched Duo's hair, but the other times didn't count as the boy had been too weak to tend it himself. Making his way upward, he used the hair as an excuse to brush his hand over the boy's shoulder. The light touch confirmed his thoughts as the boy's muscles were tense. He pushed aside his misgivings and decided to pry.
"Quatre said he talked to you about our escape," he said softly as he continued to comb the long, damp hair. "If something is bothering you, I might be able to help." Silence was his answer, and his eyes narrowed for a second before he focused his attention on braiding Duo's hair. "You shouldn't have taken off the bandages," he said as he noticed the absence through the boy's black shirt. "There's still a chance of infection."
"Oh." Heart racing as Heero moved in front of him, Duo stood quickly. "I'll put some new ones on."
"No." Pushing the boy back into the chair, Heero shook his head. "You can't put the ointment on yourself." Quick steps brought him to the bathroom and he got the supplies, pausing in the doorway when he noticed Duo's panicked expression. "Is something wrong?"
"Do you think I really need the ointment?" Duo asked quickly, "I mean, it's practically healed already."
Heero shook his head as he walked to him, setting the bandages on the dresser. "The skin's tight. Ointment will prevent infection and keep the cuts from splitting." Unless he was mistaken, Duo seemed ready to bolt and he couldn't understand why. "It shouldn't hurt," he said slowly, wondering what was bothering the boy.
"I know." Duo stared at the floor for a minute, then lifted his hands with mechanical movement as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. //It doesn't matter...it's not like he hasn't seen it plenty of times.// Pulling off his shirt, he turned his head away as Heero stepped behind him.
Duo flinched when he touched him, and Heero's eyes narrowed abruptly. It wasn't the first time he'd done this. "Duo?"
"Pretty nasty, neh?"
His voice was slightly muffled, but Heero could hear the pain in it and that bothered him, a lot. "No, I've seen worse." Rather than feeling relief that he now understood why the boy was upset, he grew angry. "If anything," he said softly as he kept his voice calm, "It shows how strong you are." Being utterly careful not to press too hard, he rubbed the cream on and around each cut. He hadn't exaggerated about splitting as he knew scars dried out easily.
"What do you mean?" Blinking back the wetness that had filled his eyes, Duo had an urge to turn so he could look at the other boy.
"In the past, scars were a sign of strength that warriors collected like trophies as they were proof of what they had survived."
"I didn't think you were into history, Heero."
Pausing, Heero stared at Duo's bowed head. "We're warriors...aren't we?"
Duo let out a soft breath that bordered on laughter as he felt his lips curving into a smile. "Yeah...I guess we are..."
* * *
TBC
--notes--
I think there will be eight parts to this fic. I plan to have a 1x2 lemon included in the last part for those who've been asking for one. Feedback is appreciated; good *or* bad.