Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eternity Reborn ❯ Chapter 5: First Sight ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Xander B 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.23.2007 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 597 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.23.2007 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 597 | Status: Completed
Eternity Reborn
Chapter 5: First Sight
(Duo)
I woke somewhat early the morning after I had lectured Relena. Quatre was already gone when I awoke. I didn't really blame him though. I wouldn't want to sleep with me either. I'm a monster after all. I probably made him uncomfortable, asking him to sleep with me in the first place. I can be so selfish sometimes. I'm always so busy moping about Heero-- Oh my gods! What have I done?! I'm such an idiot! I've probably ruined any chance of ever having the Heero of the present.
I thought for a long while how I could possibly get back on a side he might actually consider tolerable before I decided that I'd send a messenger to apologize to Heero and to invite him for an evening supper tomorrow night. I looked to the window. The sun was shining brightly, so sending one of the vamps was out of the question, although it would be quite amusing to watch the little half-breeds writhe in agony in the bright light. I nearly laughed at the thought. I really am quite morbid and destructive sometimes. I thought again. Quatre! Yes, he would be perfect for the job. He looked so innocent; surely he'd be able to convince Heero to come to dinner. With that in mind, I sent for him.
I was braiding my long hair when Quatre entered the room. I looked at him sincerely, making my large amethyst eyes watery purposely, knowing that he would see.
"Duo, what is it you are planning?" he asked hesitantly, twisting his hands nervously in the front of his robes.
"What makes you think I've planned something?" I countered sweetly, refusing to give anything away just yet.
"I have a terrible feeling of foreboding. You are most certainly planning something," he explained in a matter of fact voice. I sighed. I was caught of course. Nothing ever got passed the Seer. Damn his psychic powers.
"Okay, okay. It's like this, you see, I want to apologize to Heero and invite him for dinner here, but I'm afraid he won't come if I go to ask him myself after all the havoc I caused him, so I was thinking that... Well, y'know, you could maybe go there instead and invite him. He can even bring escorts if he would like to," I spoke quickly, getting the words out as fast as possible so that he might not catch my cowardice, explaining my plan to Quatre. He smiled at me and nodded in understanding. I let out a heavy sigh of relief as he nodded his acknowledgment.
"Alright Duo, but just this once," he agreed with a small smile. I smiled brightly and threw my arms around him. I think I even kissed him on the cheek in my happiness. He just laughed, feeding off my obvious excitement.
Quatre left for the Hunters' headquarters soon after our little chat. I was so anxious for his return, I couldn't stop fidgeting. Finally, I laid down and fell asleep. I was plagued with dreams of making love to Heero in my past life. It was blissful, but I was left with a feeling of unsatisfied hunger for him. I longed for the feel of him writhing beneath me, calling out my name and I longed to taste him once again, the sweet essence of his blood, his being.
(Vampire hunter HQ)
(Trowa)
The incessant ringing of the doorbell brought me out of the fitful sleep I'd fallen into on one of the over-stuffed couches in the den. I trudged to the large wooden door with a deep scowl on my face. Whoever this visitor was, was about to meet the wrong side of Trowa Barton. I wrenched the door open a little too violently to look polite to the visitor, whom jumped back quickly. I looked up at him ready to tell him what a rude cur he was when my jaw dropped. Instead of yelling, I knew I had begun to stare. He was breathtaking.
His eyes were the most beautiful aquamarine colour that I'd never seen before. He was wearing long robes, tailored to fit snugly to his body and still, they left so much to the imagination. I could barely remember that he was a visitor and I had to greet him properly. He was bowing. I could now see the red-pink tattoo trailing down his back and into his hair. A Seer?
"Welcome. What business have you here?" I asked him, my tongue finally choosing to move, although still somewhat lamely. He looked taken aback as I found my voice and spoke smoothly to him. He looked at me, though it seemed he could not actually see me. I felt like I should wave my hand in front of him just to see if he actually could.
"I come with a message for Heero-sama, from Lord Shinigami," he stated in a slow, melodic voice. Gods, he was gorgeous. I almost didn't realize what he had said. I was still mesmerized by the amazing eyes and soft-looking features the boy had.
"Heero is in the library at this time. Follow me right this way," my tone seemed business like even though I felt jittery inside my abdomen,so much so that it actually took several seconds before I realized that I was asking a blind Seer to follow me. He seemed like he could see just fine, but that was foolish, all Seers were blind. I turned to tell him to hang on to my tail and nearly banged into him. He had been following me already.
"What is it?" he asked curiously, unsure of why we'd stopped moving so abruptly.
"It's just... How can you be, you know, following me? You're blind, aren't you?" I asked, forgetting my manners completely, my curiosity getting the better of me as per usual. He smiled a simple, little smile.
"I can see through your eyes as you see," he explained quietly, his slight voice echoing in the stillness of the hall.
"Oh," I trailed off, not knowing how else to answer such a strange proclamation. It was too odd to think that he was using my eyes to see where we were going.
"Does it frighten you?" he inquired in wonder. I peered back at him, nibbling my lip in thought. He was not looking at me. He almost appeared ashamed of himself. I wondered what someone so beautiful would have to be ashamed of.
"Not really. I don't really mind. It's just a little startling to know that I have someone else using my eyes," I replied as I smiled at him. It was only a small smile, but it was enough to perk him up. I continued down the hall to another long spiraling staircase leading down into the immaculate library. He just followed in silence.
As I entered, Heero looked up. It seemed he had not been expecting to be disturbed. He seemed to look weathered, as if he hadn't slept well or maybe not even at all last night. I watched him for a brief moment before he started to speak.
"Trowa, what is it? I'm busy," he sounded weary, his voice scratchy with disuse. I nodded towards the Seer. Obviously Heero wasn't in the mood for small talk.
"This is... umm," I couldn't believe I hadn't asked for his name. How rude of me? I'd been too busy staring at him to even care what his name might be. I mentally smacked myself several times in succession. Great. He probably thought that I was a heathen now, not even asking his damn name. I assumed that I'd now lost any chance I'd had of becoming anything to him, even just a friend whoever he was.
"Quatre Raberba Winner, last son and Seer of the Winner clan. I come bearing a message for you from Shinigami-sama," the Seer, Quatre answered for me. He smiled at me knowingly. I didn't think Seers could read your thoughts, but I supposed if they could see through your eyes, they could poke around in your mind too. Heero looked taken aback and somewhat upset at Quatre's words. He clearly hadn't been expecting that kind of news.
"What is it he wants?" Heero questioned in an irritated tone. He apparently wasn't over his little rendezvous with Shinigami yet.
"He cordially invites you to a light dinner party to be held at his estate tomorrow evening. He apologizes for his terribly rude behavior the last time you met and humbly asks that you attend. He also said you may bring a party with you if it will make you more comfortable," Quatre relayed his message dutifully, his words sounding like poetry with the amount of etiquette he spoke them. I perked up. A dinner party? That meant I would have another chance to win Quatre over.
Heero looked torn. He seemed to be contemplating his answer, to refuse or accept. I took his pause as a chance to see if this beauty would be attending the party as well.
"Excuse me, Quatre, I was wondering if you would be attending this dinner as well?" I asked softly. He smiled charmingly.
"Of course. Duo is, after all, a great friend of mine," he answered politely. I gazed at him in confusion. Duo?
"Oh I'm sorry. I meant Shinigami-sama," he corrected apologetically, a light blush colouring his pale cheeks. So Shinigami had a name. Heero chose to speak.
"You may inform him that I refuse. I have a feeling that our tastes in cuisine differ immensely," Heero said arrogantly. He seemed to be angry for some reason, frustrated over something I didn't quite comprehend.
"As you wish. In that case Shinigami-sama sends you his regards and his apologies, for you took him by surprise the other day and he hopes you will not bear a grudge against him in the future," Quatre spoke reverently before bowing and turning on his heal to leave. I stopped him, not wanting to lose my grasp on him just yet.
"Wait!" it was out of my mouth before I knew exactly what I planned to do with it. I glanced from Quatre to Heero and back again, pleading with my comrade silently.
"You must be exhausted. Do stay the night. We have plenty of rooms here. It is the least we could do in order to repay you for your long trip to give us that message," I offered, looking at Heero, meeting his eyes and begging with my own emerald ones. Heero watched me for a few moments and sighed heavily before nodding his reluctant approval. I smiled and so did Quatre.
(Quatre)
I could not sleep on the night I spent in the confines of the Yuy Slayers' headquarters and I could not stop thinking about Trowa Barton, the young man, were-leopard, who had answered the door earlier in the day. I wandered through the halls silently, pondering the feelings had begun to arise within me. I was completely unprepared and bewildered by the fluttering within my stomach and the quickening of my heartbeat.
I finally stopped, having come to the staircase leading down to the library I'd spoken to Heero and Trowa in earlier. I thought for a moment before deciding to go down the steps, my feet making hardly more than a whisper on the polished wooden stairs.
I already knew Heero was in the room before he said anything. He had been dozing while reading. I could tell from the sound of his soft, unhindered breathing. It picked up as he awakened to my presence.
"Mr. Winner, what is it you're looking for at this late hour?" his voice was somewhat cold and commanding, but it held a deep confusion and despair. I looked in the direction I gaged him to be in, following the feel of his presence.
"I could not sleep, and it seems neither can you. Something's troubling you, yes?" I inquired lightly, not wanting to anger him. I already knew that the answer was yes, whether or not he chose to tell me the truth was another matter entirely.
"Actually, yes it is. Duo, he is your friend you said. How can you be friends with a monster like that?" he asked although he most definitely did not believe Duo to be a monster as he had said. I smiled slightly, knowing that he was trying to convince himself of his own words.
"You misunderstand Duo. He hates the vampires he lives with. Duo drinks no blood of any kind that I've seen, well except for the vampires he's killed and the blood-wine that the vampires serve," I explained, defending the lord who had become my friend. Heero gasped disbelievingly.
"He eats his own kind? What kind of creature eats its own kind, but apologizes in complete sincerity?" he sounded disgusted. I nearly giggled. If Duo had heard Heero say that he and the vampires were related, he would have had a coronary.
"You are mistaken Heero, those vampires are nothing more than cheap knock-offs of the real creature that is Duo. He is both alive and dead, his heart beats, but his body does not age. He eats food, he dreams, he feels, he loves, and he grieves. He has no blood lust. He never kills humans and he actually walks in the daylight, appreciating the scenery of the universe. But his heart is broken. He grieves for a love that he lost ever so long ago, a love that was wrongfully stolen from him due to jealousy. The love of another slayer not unlike yourself, actually one of exact description to yourself. Only, I believe your attitudes are different. You seem so set on killing him now, but I think he would just let you if you tried. He loves you even if you have no recollection of who he is or what you had in a past life together. His heart does not care that you are actually a different Heero Yuy than the one he fell in love with centuries ago. Do you feel no compassion for a creature so close to human and in so much pain?" I asked softly, wondering at my own passionate words. I hadn't realized that I felt so strongly about the matter.
"I dream of him, although they feel more like faded memories, as if I was there once," he told me instead of answering my question. I wondered about the dreams he spoke of. Memories?
"What kind of dreams?" I asked innocently. He blushed and coughed conspicuously. I understood, it was those kind of dreams. I smiled knowingly at Heero. If only Duo knew the effect he had on the slayer.
"I want to be close to him, everything in my heart and soul tells me I should go to him and I have no idea why. My mind tells me he's a threat and I should eliminate him immediately, but my heart keeps holding me back. I am confused and so torn between what I should do and what I want to do. I want so badly to be near him, but not like I am in my dreams. I want to possess him. Is that so strange? What is happening to me? I've never felt so strongly about anything in my entire life," his voice is a near desperate whisper, easily avoiding the real question I'd asked. I smiled softly. So Heero Yuy of this century wants to possess, not be possessed. Interesting. How was Duo going to take this?
"You really have no idea?" I questioned gently and at Heero's bewildered nod continued, "You may not remember Duo, but I assume your heart does. You love him because your heart has never forgotten him and over the years you've been reincarnated, you've been searching for him, even if you, yourself didn't realize it. At least that's my theory," I explained, folding my hands on my lap and watching him expectantly. He sighed in defeat as if he had already known what the answer was going to be before it had left my lips. Then he glanced at me, his eyes warming.
"Trowa likes you, you know," he stated lowly, the twitch of a smile playing on his lips. I stared at him in confusion. Well, I suppose that's difficult imagine, seeing as I really can't look at anything, or at least not in the sense of actually seeing it. I can use other peoples' eyes when I want to, but when I don't, it's kind of hard to explain how I see. It's almost like I can see peoples' inner structures, like their molecular make-up or something along those lines, plus I have intense hearing, I can actually hear peoples' heartbeats normally.
Shortly after Heero's confession and his admission of Trowa's liking me, I said a polite goodnight before we both retired to our rooms. I had much to think about and I assumed he did as well. What had Heero meant when he'd said that Trowa liked me?
TBC...
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Chapter 5: First Sight
(Duo)
I woke somewhat early the morning after I had lectured Relena. Quatre was already gone when I awoke. I didn't really blame him though. I wouldn't want to sleep with me either. I'm a monster after all. I probably made him uncomfortable, asking him to sleep with me in the first place. I can be so selfish sometimes. I'm always so busy moping about Heero-- Oh my gods! What have I done?! I'm such an idiot! I've probably ruined any chance of ever having the Heero of the present.
I thought for a long while how I could possibly get back on a side he might actually consider tolerable before I decided that I'd send a messenger to apologize to Heero and to invite him for an evening supper tomorrow night. I looked to the window. The sun was shining brightly, so sending one of the vamps was out of the question, although it would be quite amusing to watch the little half-breeds writhe in agony in the bright light. I nearly laughed at the thought. I really am quite morbid and destructive sometimes. I thought again. Quatre! Yes, he would be perfect for the job. He looked so innocent; surely he'd be able to convince Heero to come to dinner. With that in mind, I sent for him.
I was braiding my long hair when Quatre entered the room. I looked at him sincerely, making my large amethyst eyes watery purposely, knowing that he would see.
"Duo, what is it you are planning?" he asked hesitantly, twisting his hands nervously in the front of his robes.
"What makes you think I've planned something?" I countered sweetly, refusing to give anything away just yet.
"I have a terrible feeling of foreboding. You are most certainly planning something," he explained in a matter of fact voice. I sighed. I was caught of course. Nothing ever got passed the Seer. Damn his psychic powers.
"Okay, okay. It's like this, you see, I want to apologize to Heero and invite him for dinner here, but I'm afraid he won't come if I go to ask him myself after all the havoc I caused him, so I was thinking that... Well, y'know, you could maybe go there instead and invite him. He can even bring escorts if he would like to," I spoke quickly, getting the words out as fast as possible so that he might not catch my cowardice, explaining my plan to Quatre. He smiled at me and nodded in understanding. I let out a heavy sigh of relief as he nodded his acknowledgment.
"Alright Duo, but just this once," he agreed with a small smile. I smiled brightly and threw my arms around him. I think I even kissed him on the cheek in my happiness. He just laughed, feeding off my obvious excitement.
Quatre left for the Hunters' headquarters soon after our little chat. I was so anxious for his return, I couldn't stop fidgeting. Finally, I laid down and fell asleep. I was plagued with dreams of making love to Heero in my past life. It was blissful, but I was left with a feeling of unsatisfied hunger for him. I longed for the feel of him writhing beneath me, calling out my name and I longed to taste him once again, the sweet essence of his blood, his being.
(Vampire hunter HQ)
(Trowa)
The incessant ringing of the doorbell brought me out of the fitful sleep I'd fallen into on one of the over-stuffed couches in the den. I trudged to the large wooden door with a deep scowl on my face. Whoever this visitor was, was about to meet the wrong side of Trowa Barton. I wrenched the door open a little too violently to look polite to the visitor, whom jumped back quickly. I looked up at him ready to tell him what a rude cur he was when my jaw dropped. Instead of yelling, I knew I had begun to stare. He was breathtaking.
His eyes were the most beautiful aquamarine colour that I'd never seen before. He was wearing long robes, tailored to fit snugly to his body and still, they left so much to the imagination. I could barely remember that he was a visitor and I had to greet him properly. He was bowing. I could now see the red-pink tattoo trailing down his back and into his hair. A Seer?
"Welcome. What business have you here?" I asked him, my tongue finally choosing to move, although still somewhat lamely. He looked taken aback as I found my voice and spoke smoothly to him. He looked at me, though it seemed he could not actually see me. I felt like I should wave my hand in front of him just to see if he actually could.
"I come with a message for Heero-sama, from Lord Shinigami," he stated in a slow, melodic voice. Gods, he was gorgeous. I almost didn't realize what he had said. I was still mesmerized by the amazing eyes and soft-looking features the boy had.
"Heero is in the library at this time. Follow me right this way," my tone seemed business like even though I felt jittery inside my abdomen,so much so that it actually took several seconds before I realized that I was asking a blind Seer to follow me. He seemed like he could see just fine, but that was foolish, all Seers were blind. I turned to tell him to hang on to my tail and nearly banged into him. He had been following me already.
"What is it?" he asked curiously, unsure of why we'd stopped moving so abruptly.
"It's just... How can you be, you know, following me? You're blind, aren't you?" I asked, forgetting my manners completely, my curiosity getting the better of me as per usual. He smiled a simple, little smile.
"I can see through your eyes as you see," he explained quietly, his slight voice echoing in the stillness of the hall.
"Oh," I trailed off, not knowing how else to answer such a strange proclamation. It was too odd to think that he was using my eyes to see where we were going.
"Does it frighten you?" he inquired in wonder. I peered back at him, nibbling my lip in thought. He was not looking at me. He almost appeared ashamed of himself. I wondered what someone so beautiful would have to be ashamed of.
"Not really. I don't really mind. It's just a little startling to know that I have someone else using my eyes," I replied as I smiled at him. It was only a small smile, but it was enough to perk him up. I continued down the hall to another long spiraling staircase leading down into the immaculate library. He just followed in silence.
As I entered, Heero looked up. It seemed he had not been expecting to be disturbed. He seemed to look weathered, as if he hadn't slept well or maybe not even at all last night. I watched him for a brief moment before he started to speak.
"Trowa, what is it? I'm busy," he sounded weary, his voice scratchy with disuse. I nodded towards the Seer. Obviously Heero wasn't in the mood for small talk.
"This is... umm," I couldn't believe I hadn't asked for his name. How rude of me? I'd been too busy staring at him to even care what his name might be. I mentally smacked myself several times in succession. Great. He probably thought that I was a heathen now, not even asking his damn name. I assumed that I'd now lost any chance I'd had of becoming anything to him, even just a friend whoever he was.
"Quatre Raberba Winner, last son and Seer of the Winner clan. I come bearing a message for you from Shinigami-sama," the Seer, Quatre answered for me. He smiled at me knowingly. I didn't think Seers could read your thoughts, but I supposed if they could see through your eyes, they could poke around in your mind too. Heero looked taken aback and somewhat upset at Quatre's words. He clearly hadn't been expecting that kind of news.
"What is it he wants?" Heero questioned in an irritated tone. He apparently wasn't over his little rendezvous with Shinigami yet.
"He cordially invites you to a light dinner party to be held at his estate tomorrow evening. He apologizes for his terribly rude behavior the last time you met and humbly asks that you attend. He also said you may bring a party with you if it will make you more comfortable," Quatre relayed his message dutifully, his words sounding like poetry with the amount of etiquette he spoke them. I perked up. A dinner party? That meant I would have another chance to win Quatre over.
Heero looked torn. He seemed to be contemplating his answer, to refuse or accept. I took his pause as a chance to see if this beauty would be attending the party as well.
"Excuse me, Quatre, I was wondering if you would be attending this dinner as well?" I asked softly. He smiled charmingly.
"Of course. Duo is, after all, a great friend of mine," he answered politely. I gazed at him in confusion. Duo?
"Oh I'm sorry. I meant Shinigami-sama," he corrected apologetically, a light blush colouring his pale cheeks. So Shinigami had a name. Heero chose to speak.
"You may inform him that I refuse. I have a feeling that our tastes in cuisine differ immensely," Heero said arrogantly. He seemed to be angry for some reason, frustrated over something I didn't quite comprehend.
"As you wish. In that case Shinigami-sama sends you his regards and his apologies, for you took him by surprise the other day and he hopes you will not bear a grudge against him in the future," Quatre spoke reverently before bowing and turning on his heal to leave. I stopped him, not wanting to lose my grasp on him just yet.
"Wait!" it was out of my mouth before I knew exactly what I planned to do with it. I glanced from Quatre to Heero and back again, pleading with my comrade silently.
"You must be exhausted. Do stay the night. We have plenty of rooms here. It is the least we could do in order to repay you for your long trip to give us that message," I offered, looking at Heero, meeting his eyes and begging with my own emerald ones. Heero watched me for a few moments and sighed heavily before nodding his reluctant approval. I smiled and so did Quatre.
(Quatre)
I could not sleep on the night I spent in the confines of the Yuy Slayers' headquarters and I could not stop thinking about Trowa Barton, the young man, were-leopard, who had answered the door earlier in the day. I wandered through the halls silently, pondering the feelings had begun to arise within me. I was completely unprepared and bewildered by the fluttering within my stomach and the quickening of my heartbeat.
I finally stopped, having come to the staircase leading down to the library I'd spoken to Heero and Trowa in earlier. I thought for a moment before deciding to go down the steps, my feet making hardly more than a whisper on the polished wooden stairs.
I already knew Heero was in the room before he said anything. He had been dozing while reading. I could tell from the sound of his soft, unhindered breathing. It picked up as he awakened to my presence.
"Mr. Winner, what is it you're looking for at this late hour?" his voice was somewhat cold and commanding, but it held a deep confusion and despair. I looked in the direction I gaged him to be in, following the feel of his presence.
"I could not sleep, and it seems neither can you. Something's troubling you, yes?" I inquired lightly, not wanting to anger him. I already knew that the answer was yes, whether or not he chose to tell me the truth was another matter entirely.
"Actually, yes it is. Duo, he is your friend you said. How can you be friends with a monster like that?" he asked although he most definitely did not believe Duo to be a monster as he had said. I smiled slightly, knowing that he was trying to convince himself of his own words.
"You misunderstand Duo. He hates the vampires he lives with. Duo drinks no blood of any kind that I've seen, well except for the vampires he's killed and the blood-wine that the vampires serve," I explained, defending the lord who had become my friend. Heero gasped disbelievingly.
"He eats his own kind? What kind of creature eats its own kind, but apologizes in complete sincerity?" he sounded disgusted. I nearly giggled. If Duo had heard Heero say that he and the vampires were related, he would have had a coronary.
"You are mistaken Heero, those vampires are nothing more than cheap knock-offs of the real creature that is Duo. He is both alive and dead, his heart beats, but his body does not age. He eats food, he dreams, he feels, he loves, and he grieves. He has no blood lust. He never kills humans and he actually walks in the daylight, appreciating the scenery of the universe. But his heart is broken. He grieves for a love that he lost ever so long ago, a love that was wrongfully stolen from him due to jealousy. The love of another slayer not unlike yourself, actually one of exact description to yourself. Only, I believe your attitudes are different. You seem so set on killing him now, but I think he would just let you if you tried. He loves you even if you have no recollection of who he is or what you had in a past life together. His heart does not care that you are actually a different Heero Yuy than the one he fell in love with centuries ago. Do you feel no compassion for a creature so close to human and in so much pain?" I asked softly, wondering at my own passionate words. I hadn't realized that I felt so strongly about the matter.
"I dream of him, although they feel more like faded memories, as if I was there once," he told me instead of answering my question. I wondered about the dreams he spoke of. Memories?
"What kind of dreams?" I asked innocently. He blushed and coughed conspicuously. I understood, it was those kind of dreams. I smiled knowingly at Heero. If only Duo knew the effect he had on the slayer.
"I want to be close to him, everything in my heart and soul tells me I should go to him and I have no idea why. My mind tells me he's a threat and I should eliminate him immediately, but my heart keeps holding me back. I am confused and so torn between what I should do and what I want to do. I want so badly to be near him, but not like I am in my dreams. I want to possess him. Is that so strange? What is happening to me? I've never felt so strongly about anything in my entire life," his voice is a near desperate whisper, easily avoiding the real question I'd asked. I smiled softly. So Heero Yuy of this century wants to possess, not be possessed. Interesting. How was Duo going to take this?
"You really have no idea?" I questioned gently and at Heero's bewildered nod continued, "You may not remember Duo, but I assume your heart does. You love him because your heart has never forgotten him and over the years you've been reincarnated, you've been searching for him, even if you, yourself didn't realize it. At least that's my theory," I explained, folding my hands on my lap and watching him expectantly. He sighed in defeat as if he had already known what the answer was going to be before it had left my lips. Then he glanced at me, his eyes warming.
"Trowa likes you, you know," he stated lowly, the twitch of a smile playing on his lips. I stared at him in confusion. Well, I suppose that's difficult imagine, seeing as I really can't look at anything, or at least not in the sense of actually seeing it. I can use other peoples' eyes when I want to, but when I don't, it's kind of hard to explain how I see. It's almost like I can see peoples' inner structures, like their molecular make-up or something along those lines, plus I have intense hearing, I can actually hear peoples' heartbeats normally.
Shortly after Heero's confession and his admission of Trowa's liking me, I said a polite goodnight before we both retired to our rooms. I had much to think about and I assumed he did as well. What had Heero meant when he'd said that Trowa liked me?
TBC...
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Anyways, send me more big fat reviews and thanks to all my faithful fans for the ones you've already posted, feel free to post again too. Ja ne!
XXOO
Angel