Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Souls Disappear in the Snow ❯ Choice to See ( Chapter 6 )

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Souls Disappear in the Snow- GW fanfic
Masamune Reforged '06

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters therein.
Warnings: yaoi (established 3x4, developing 1x2 and 5x2, angst, violence, supernatural, cursing, death?*
Archive: Anyone that wishes to archive this fic is welcome to.
Comments: to MasamuneEHS@hotmail.com

*Note: I am at this point clarifying the status of this story as deathfic or not.

IF you believe that the end of someone's existence is 'death', then no, this is not a deathfic.

IF you believe that the end of someone's physical life is 'death', then yes, this is a deathfic.

Figure out where you stand. I know where I do.

Summary: The five pilots are trapped in an old mansion in the tundra. The situation has caused them much pain and stress, and its beginning to show. Duo finally completely broke down, and only a fist from Heero could calm him down. While Duo wants to escape more than anything, Wufei cautions against venturing out into the wild without any knowledge of the region. Luckily, at that moment, they come across a crumpled, worn document in one of the older books in the mansion.

Part 6- Choice to See

I sat absolutely still. My only action was clenching my jaw, which had just let out a surprised gasp. All the things I had just said seemed to be proved wrong by this grand twist of luck. Just as I had voiced my distaste for searching aimlessly for some miracle, one had found us. My embarrassment burned inside of me, my face flushing. I wondered if Heero or maybe Trowa would snub me privately about my bested prediction. But considering the strain everyone had been subjected to recently, and the fact that Heero and I had gotten to the point where we both felt at odds against each other, I guessed only Heero would try to put me down.

"What is that?" Duo asked, speech garbled by the tissues soaking up the blood on his face. Both his mouth and nose were bleeding. Heero had not held back at all. My desire to sock one to the Wing pilot was only barely checked by discretion. I wanted to cause him the same pain he made Duo feel, all of them.

"I really don't know," Quatre, who still held the tattered paper was gently and slowly unfolding the crumpled sheet. "It fell out of the book you were reading Duo." All of us gathered around Quatre as he pulled back the cuffs of the brown sweater that was far too big for him, biting back our curiosity as the Arab slowly unrolled the ancient parchment.

"A map," Trowa breathed simply, catching a glimpse of the inside and confirming my earliest guess. I heard Duo exhale and I could see how excited Quatre was from the way he spread out the crinkled map as fast as possible, but still without chancing a rip. Duo was now holding what was left of the book, which, from the cover, appeared to be a historian's adaptation of Genesis, the first book of the Bible, and reflections and writings on the piece by various religious men of different eras.

Chuckling softly, Duo spoke, "Seek salvation in me, huh?”

The old map was now fully opened and each of us scanned it in a moment of absolute silence, aside from the wind outside and the pop and crackling of the dying fireplace. Heero, however, scowled darkly at the parchment and said, "I can't read that. I don't think it's in any language I've ever seen. Looks like gibberish."

Quatre suddenly turned the map on its side. Trowa reached out to stop him, glancing closer at something that had caught his attention, but the blonde held on, and a rip snaked out across the area between their grasping hands.

"Careful with it!" I scolded, stepping back some. Trowa glared at Quatre.

"Gentle, gentle with that baby. This might be our way out," Duo added, hope filling his voice. It made him sound like the old, lively braided babbler; almost. To me it sounded a bit awkward, like I had grown used to the melancholy American that he had become over the past couple of days in the snowbound house.

I shook my head. The last thing Duo needed after his nervous breakdown was to get his hopes up, just to dash them on the ice if the map didn't save us. "Can anyone read it?" I asked, raising my voice. The wind was howling loudly again. "I can't interpret the markings or even tell which way to hold it."

"Incredibly old," Trowa observed, his monotone words almost too soft to be heard with the clamber of the snowstorm outside. "Some kind of Old Earth language and…"

The tall boy stopped mid-sentence as Quatre suddenly flipped the map upside down. Trowa instinctively reached out for the paper, but thought better of it. Quatre looked dazed and said in a humbled way; "I really don't know what I'm looking at. No part of the Earth looks like this." There was a boyish astonishment and wonder in his tone.

"Flip it back over," Trowa advised the blonde. I caught irritation in the stoic's normally blank voice.

"Do you know which way is right?" Quatre asked in response, keeping the paper as he had it and cocking his head sideways. "That word looks like Jamaica."

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Heero jerk back, but Duo was speaking, "We'll have to examine it by looking at the geography and the symbols. Don't rely on reading the language."

"Hn," Heero grunted. "What's that down there?" He asked, pointing to a corner of the map.

"Let him see it for a minute," Trowa spoke to Quatre, but his words fell on deaf ears as Quatre squinted and lowered his head until his golden bangs almost touched the paper. Trowa began to repeat himself, agitation evident in his words and air, "Let him see-"

"Is this the mansion we're in right here?" The Sandrock pilot cut him off and pointed to a blocky symbol on the map with writing underneath. Four heads leaned in close to inspect, but Heero remained motionless.

"That symbol. It does look something like this old place," Duo said, focused on where Quatre had pointed.

"Are you sure?" I asked him. I couldn't make any sense at all from the map. How could he?

"No," Duo shrugged, loose hair falling over his shoulders. "When we first found this place it was in the middle of a blizzard. I've only seen the outside once or twice since then, but this symbol does remind me of this place. It could be our loca-"

"When else did you go outside?" Heero asked the Deathscythe. Duo smiled back mischievously and shrugged. Heero turned to Quatre and raised his voice a notch, "Could I see the map? I think I can make out the words in that corner."

I don't know if Quatre was ignoring people on purpose, or if he was being incredibly stupid, but he didn't even flinch at Heero's words, asking instead, "What's this other symbol?" He pointed to a symbol like the one where the mansion was supposedly marked, but larger. A gigantic crest sat in the middle of a structure pictured in fading ink.

Heero tried again, "Those words look like Japanese-"

Quatre was deaf. "We could be holding it the wrong way,” He frowned. "Maybe-"

"Would you let him look at the goddamn map Quatre?!?" Trowa suddenly barked at his beau, causing the blonde to step back onto my foot. Trowa's eyes glimmered with emerald anger and disgust. He leered over the shorter Winner heir menacingly.

"S-sure," Quatre seemed so confused. Meekly, he handed the paper to Heero, who walked over to a large table and laid the map out next to a stuffed fox. Duo followed directly behind and began to fiddle with a lamp.

I stood directly behind Quatre, as if I was also petrified by Trowa's alarming outburst and glued to the spot by the furious glare he directed at Quatre. I also felt the lance of his silent storm, my gaze pierced to his own. I too could see the overpowering anger and frustration in the sea green eyes of the quiet youth. Was it hate in his eyes?

The moment I identified the dark emotion, I shuddered and my stare fell to the wooden floor. I dropped my head to my chest. The two normally sugar-sweet lovers had been quarreling like I had never seen them before. It was terrible to watch. It was a thing I should not watch.

"I'm really sorry Trowa," Quatre sadly whispered, his words almost escaping my ears in the scream of the wind outside the thick wooden walls.

The apology did little. The lanky pilot looked even angrier with his boyfriend, and I swore that he loomed over poor Quatre as if to strike him. Trowa opened his mouth to speak and a tremendous bang like a gunshot erupted in the room, making everyone jump two feet in the air. I whirled around to Heero and Duo, where a flash of light had also caught my attention simultaneously with the frightening noise.

"What the hell?!?" Trowa asked. He sounded angry and scared at the same time, the ill-timed shock jolting him. I could read the discomfort off his face. Quatre took the chance to take a pair of steps away from the Heavyarms pilot.

"Defunct old light bulb. It's broken," Heero calmly settled the matter, as he picked up the map and moved it to another table, where hopefully the lamp was working. Everyone kept silent for a full minute while Heero examined the map and I threw a log on the waning fire. I heard Heero say, "It says, 'To Nagasaki', and there's an arrow pointing down and off to the bottom left of the map."

"You can read something there?" I asked, skeptical at most.

"It's actually Japanese, but its only one little note, " Heero said dryly.

Duo practically pulled Heero away from the table and stood over the map, his long braid winding into a pile on the table. Energy filled him, suddenly resurrecting him, and he beamed as he spoke, "That mean's this way is north. So this is how you hold the map." He showed all of us, taking up the fragile map in his own hands. "And," He went on quickly; "since we're here it looks like-"

"Wait, wait," I stopped him, clearing my throat. "How do you know that that marking is the mansion?" I asked, not letting anyone slip possibilities and guesses by as truths. "Even if it resembles the mansion, you don't know if it represents it. It might just be coincidence."

"It's an old map in this old house," Duo defended his idea. "It would make sense to have the house's location on a map, especially isolated as it is here." I started to speak but Duo cut me off, rushing his words as if it would help us leave here sooner. "Even if it's not, we know that the area on the map is mostly northeast of Japan. So, this water is the Pacific and the two land masses are the Americas and the western edge of Eurasia."

Heero, who had been shouldered away by the suddenly bouncing Duo came back to his spot by the table, right up against Duo's side, and spoke, "I'm pretty sure this mansion is the symbol on the east, but more importantly, I've seen a piece of that symbol before, in this house, on tapestries and paintings."

"On a painting?" I asked, surprised. There were many tapestries in the old castle but despite exploring many of the accessible rooms, I had yet to see one painting, a note that I found mysterious to say the least.

Heero nodded and went on, "I think it's sort of a family crest, like the gentry used. A huge building like this could only have been built with lots of money, especially centuries ago. This map must be just as old as the mansion. Also, the geography is hardly anything like the real Earth. That puts it even before the Second World War."

Duo had been walking around the table for a little while now, growing ever the more restless, devouring every detail of the map. He stuck out a finger, slightly flecked with drying blood, to a point on the old guide and said, "This looks like a port, or town, to the south not very far from here. And there's another strange symbol on the western continent, Eurasia."

"If this map is so old, it probably isn't very accurate," Trowa pointed out, his blank as normal.

"Shit. Yeh, maybe," Duo conceded, dropping his hand. "Heero even said that a second ago, damnit. This map was probably made before satellites."

"It's way older than that," Trowa said. "If I had to guess, I would say this was drawn by some early explorers of the ancient Russian Empire, when many parts of Earth were unknown or desolate."

"That's pretty keen," Heero's voice was soft, but still sharp with the edge of doubt. He was in a pretty dark mood, and getting like that more and more frequently. He was still struggling daily to fall asleep, and although he'd succeeded slightly, he was still always tired, and therefore edgy. "How do you know that?"

"Some of the earliest and most successful people to colonize the Americas from across the Pacific were the czars, despots of ancient Russia. They created settlements in the far north, hoping to expand their empire. But it never really worked as well as they hoped. This was before the Revolution of Communism and in time the czars grew too greedy and too weak so that eventually..."

He trailed off; nobody was really listening to the history lesson. Everybody took a few minutes to have his thoughts to himself. Duo chose to poke the logs on the fire rather than cleaning up his bloodied face. Trowa and Heero stood over the map. I realized how tired I was and was wondering what time it was when Quatre broke the silence, speaking for the first time in a long while:

"Even if we know where we are, and have a slight clue where to go, we're still in the middle of a dangerous tundra and after the last heavy snow it'll be even more hazardous to traverse."

"On the colonies, snow is only artificially created for Christmas and skiing," Rubbing his eyes, hands practically sinking into the deep caves under his Prussian blue, Heero spoke grimly. " I've had a little VR training on survival in cold climates." He trailed off for a moment and I knew whatever else he had to say wouldn't be good news. "But that time… this is nothing like the simulation. It's far more intense."

"Well, we can't just stay here cuz' it's cold outside!" Duo threw out his arms. He looked ridiculous with dried blood and bits of tissue stuck to his face. "Better to go out there and try again-"

"And freeze to death in a ditch?" I finished the sentence for him, but not in the way I'm sure he had planned. "No. If we're going out again, we'll have to plan it out thoroughly. It would be better to stay here, even if the delay is hard, than to die like fools."

Duo began to protest ,but his face fell ashen and a shiver ran down his spine as it sunk in that we might still be trapped in the old house for some time to come. Seeing the doubt and fear growing in his features, I was reminded of his panic attack. Would Duo hold up? How long could he last before he freaked out again? The snowstorms could go on for days at a time. We might not get an opportunity for a long time. I hoped Duo wouldn't do anything rash...

I yawned, stretching and listening to the hum of the electricity generator and the whir of the storm outside. Trowa got up and began heading for the door without a word, but Quatre called after him:

"Hey Trowa. Where are you going?"

The lanky boy did not responded. The only indication that he had even heard Quatre was a slight pause in his step as he exited the Hunt Room.

I felt the sleep wearing me down quickly and, yawning again, suggested, "Why don't we get some rest? It's been a long night."

Quatre immediately rushed out, after Trowa probably. While I cleared the chessboard, Heero stalked off quietly, leaving Duo and I alone. Duo went and poked the embers in the grand fireplace. I looked at him, flickering in the rusty red light of the dying fire, sleep consuming me. My eyelids were as heavy as metal, even my blind left one. I yawned and thought about how nice it would be to sleep tonight. I mumbled something to Duo, who turned to me. The next thing was morning and the snow had stopped.

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Dreams are funny things, especially when you don't remember them. The feeling you have when you wake from them, with only a vague idea what they were about, is indescribable and incomprehensible.

The next morning I woke up late, but well rested. I lay still in bed for minutes, not my normal behavior. I was keeping absolutely still, save the rise and fall of my chest pushing the sheets up and down, as if I was trying to prevent disturbing something. My mind flashed to the night before: the powerful storm, the raggedy map, Duo's breakdown. Duo.

My dream had had something to do with Duo, or at least I thought he had been in it. …? I felt a short breath force its way out between my lips. Why was I holding my breath? How much could a dream matter?

I turned my head, the phantom of sleep sliding away. Through the half- frosted window I could see the stretched Alaska tundra, snowdrifts mimicking great dunes, stretching up to the pale blue sky.

! From inside of me.

The faded bed sheets fell to the floor in a heap. I shot upright in bed, blood rushing to my head, dream slipping from my mind. A powerful pull was wrapping around the organs in my stomach, like one squeezes a washrag. I ran over to the solitary window and tried to open it. It was rusted shut. I put my hand to the glass, struggling to close my mouth. I swallowed involuntarily, convulsing, sweating, arms shaking futiely at the base of the window which would not yield. I couldn't get it open no matter how hard I tried, banging my head against the thick pane as I looked outside.

The landscape before me was an endless white sea, waves eternally frozen, futile sunlight beaming down, unable to unlock the shimmering plain. Great upthrusts of ice rose like hills, reaching out past the horizon. It was a very simple scene, but overwhelming in its sheer greatness.

I threw up on the radiator directly below the window, gagging and coughing.

Something made me feel uneasy, but at least my stomach felt much better. I looked disdainfully down at the muck that my body had rejected.

I remembered how eager, desperate Duo was to leave, but I also did not forget the potential for disaster that the steppe carried. I hoped he wouldn't go crazy again and rush out towards freedom, which would almost surely kill him. I threw on some clothes and went down to the main floor to look for him.

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The Hunt Room was silent. I felt disappointed when I found Trowa there instead of Duo. The circus star was sitting at a table with the ancient map and the old, dusty books. He only looked up at me for a moment, and shrugged when I asked him if he had seen Duo. He didn't seem to be in a very good mood, and I wanted to find Duo. I went out into the hall.

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The kitchen was bursting with life when I got there. Even though only Heero and Quatre were present, I noticed the change in them. Energy flowed out of their movements and atmospheres, where only lethargic frustration had ruled all of a night ago. The smell of appetizing food drifted through the air, owed to Quatre, who happily bustled around. He was busy putting away the massive jars of preserved spices and foodstuffs that he had prepared breakfast with.

Heero ate silently at the table, but his excitement was still noticeable. He shifted around in his chair too much; dropped pieces of egg off his fork and tapped his foot on the ground. Everyone's spirits seemed lifted by the end of the long snowstorm and although no one said it, I knew everyone was thinking about escape.

"Morning Wufei," Quatre chirped, nearly knocking me down with the cheerfulness in his voice and his beaming smile. "Want anything for breakfast? I found stored dried eggs. They're actually edibl-"

"No thanks," I grunted, sitting across from Heero. "I'm not hungry yet." I must have been on a different frequency from them, as I sure wasn't feeling lively or even slightly happy. Something kept nipping at the back of my mind.

"Here you go,” Quatre pushed a quivering yellow pile of strange smelling eggs in front of me.

“I said I'm not hungry,” I reasserted, furrowing my brows at Quatre.

The blonde smiled. Was he hard of hearing, or doing this out of displaced spite? They also say blondes can be airheads... Quatre began to whistle to himself as he went back to cooking more eggs. I stared at the plate in front of me. Had he forgotten his quarrel with Trowa? The way he acted, as if he were oblivious to the worsening problems he and Trowa had, was going to only hurt him in the long run. Quatre had never struck me as an airhead.

Duo burst into the room a second later and all eyes immediately turned on him. I blinked, and then snickered to myself. The self-proclaimed Shinigami looked ridiculous. As the door swung back, it kicked his snowshoes, which he was waddling around in, although they seemed the right size for him. Giant black pants made for cold climates swished as he walked in, rubbing together because they were so baggy. Duo was also wearing a long, bulky, black trenchcoat with the collar sticking up around his face. It seemed to swallow his visage whole. He had another, lighter jacket somewhere underneath. An enormous hood stuck up and was covering his long hair. He grunted as he rearranged a huge backpack on his shoulders, then shrugged and sent it crashing to the floor.

"Hey guys, ready to go?" The American was beaming as he spoke, although he looked hot as hell.

It was warmer than most days, and under all of that clothing Duo was feeling it. A healthy, shimmering decorated his face. He was sweating, but it almost made him more alluring. Strands of hair stuck to his brow, and I could feel the slightly tired, yet joyful aura around him.

Nobody moved until Quatre started to laugh to himself. Duo looked around at all of us, everything nice and quiet. Duo dropped his smile, asking, "What's with you guys?" I started chuckling into my sleeve. He was such a fool. "Heero, are you just going to sit there staring at me for the rest of the morning like that?"

Heero flinched, busted. The serious soldier looked down at his plate, as if he'd been interested in his food all this time, and not really a long haired American. Then he seemed to realize how ridiculous this was, and spoke, slowly grabbing for words, "What's with all of that stuff?" Brilliant cover… The lack of sleep was beginning to visibly wear Heero down.

"Heh," Duo grinned at Heero. "This is the kind of equipment we're going to want to wear when we leave. Parkas, snowshoes, as much anti-cold crap as possible. I have four other sets just like this one sitting out in the north hallway, except mine's the only set that's totally black."

Wing's pilot, still looking quite embarrassed, replied sincerely, "Did you really pull all that stuff together? Not bad.”

Duo simply flashed a wide smile. He was in a very good mood, hopes risen. Heero smiled back, or at least tried to, parting his lips and raising his jaw line. Both were treating each other very cordially today, I noticed. How strange, the way they would smile and flirt towards each other with care and respect one moment, and the next, irritate and hurt. Wasn't the cut on Duo's lips from Heero last night proof of that? Was I the only one that remembered that? Or were they all just ignoring it?

Both certainly held strong feelings, but neither was sure of what exactly that entailed. They only sporadically acknowledged those concealed emotions, so of course they wouldn't hold hands or even make a real move. There was no relationship, but all the feelings and hopes and fears of one.

Heero was asking about where the gear had come from, clearly proud of Duo. The Deathscythe pilot grinned, absolutely beaming, as if there weren't a care in the world, or pounds of heavy clothing on his back. He was sweating quite a bit.

I pushed the full plate in front of me away, the fork clanking against a chipped cup. I cleared my throat and scoffed, "That gear's going to sit there for a good while, you know that."

There must have been something in my tone of voice, because suddenly, three pairs of eyes bore down at me, all at the same time. Violet tinted ones harbored the most negative energy by far, and their master spat: "What?"

I sighed, deep and slow, like a wise guru about to recall a simple lesson for a hopeless pupil. Duo's glare became even angrier as I spoke, "Don't you remember what we talked about last night?"

"The storm's gone!" Duo came close to yelling, "Now we-"

"The storm," I punctuated my words with force, but still in a calm manner, "Is never far away in the Arctic."

"But now that the map-"

“Only one half of the Arctic's destructive nature is capable to kill a man, even those with gear and skills we don't have."

"How the hell do you know? Are you a friggin' expert all of a sudden?"

"The map is far too old to be trusted fully. Do you want to risk-"

"The war! We can't stay-"

"Do you want to disappear in the snow?"

"I," Duo's voice trailed off and a hand covered his face.

He was silent, but I knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to scream, 'I have to get the fuck out of here!' at the top of his lungs. He was valiantly fighting the cabin fever, the mania churning inside of his mind. The hand came away from his face; clear beads fell to the tiled floor. He was soaked in sweat, but the handsome gleam was gone. Pale, clammy skin distorting his face. His eyes were muddled, out of focus. He was close to another panic attack. Duo was about to go crazy, so soon after recovering his good spirits.

"Wufei has a few good points," Trowa, directly behind me, caught me by surprise. I didn't know when he had entered. I whirled around to face the skinny pilot as he continued, "Nature should never be underestimated, or it could prove fatal. We don't know when another snowstorm might kick up." The monotone carried no emotion, but still sank Duo's hopes lower. "The map can't be trusted. Even if it was accurate, that was centuries ago."

Defeated, Duo turned away from me and in a low, strained voice, croaked, "What do you suggest then?"

I started to speak at the same time as Heero, but Quatre already had an answer, "Search. People from many different time periods have lived in this castle. Some of them must have left a log, something with directions to a nearby place."

Duo perked up, immediately after Heero added, "That's a decent idea." Zeal bubbled up in the drained braided youth, and I could hardly keep up with his words before he zipped out of the kitchen, hell-bent on escape. The four remaining sat still, all taken aback by Duo.

Trowa broke the silence, "Quatre?" He said it in the same damn emotionless tone.

"Huh?" The blonde snapped out of the trance he'd been in at the sound of his lover's words. He moved closer, as if he hadn't heard what Trowa had really said.

Trowa shook his head. "The sink is overflowing," The short Arab let out a gasp, scrambled over to the sink where he had been washing dishes, before being distracted. White suds had slid down to the floor.

"Ch," Trowa turned around to leave. "You got caught up in the talking but didn't pay attention to what was right under your nose." There was that disgusted venom in Trowa's voice again, as if the only way he could express emotion was in belittling his timid boyfriend. The Heavyarms pilot began to walk out.

Still struggling with the mess, Quatre called over his shoulder, "Trowa! Don't you want breakfast?" I could feel emerald eye's tick in angry response to the whining question. "I made eggs, just the -"

"Not hungry," Already out the door, Trowa's voice was very soft. I wondered if Quatre even heard it? He looked broken up, the mood ruined. Caught between chasing after his lover and finishing the dishes, Quatre finally settled on running out of the room, but turning in the opposite direction from the one Trowa had gone in, tears in his eyes.

With Duo, Trowa and Quatre suddenly gone, the kitchen became larger and quieter. I let out a soft sigh and stood up from the table, bringing my full plate to the garbage can. The whole way across the room I could feel Heero's eyes on my back. He was still at the table. The plop of dishes into the water was magnified by the tension I felt. Mindlessly, I stared out a small window. I couldn't tell if we were looking out over a vast steppe, or if we were under heaps of fallen snow. Either way, a complete, white blanket covered the view.

"What do you want, Yuy?" Tearing away from the blinding white, I finally met the blue eyes.

"Don't fuck around with Duo," Cold as the scenery, he spoke. I bit back a curse that I immediately desired to throw at him. "He isn't in the best condition right now."

"Oh really? I didn't notice. Thanks for pointing it out to me," Sarcasm and a smile made Heero grit his teeth. "You of all people shouldn't tell me how to treat Duo. You're not his boyfriend." Heero nearly lunged out of his seat at me, but I continued, "See his lip, his nose?" I was defiantly calm, the perfect answer to his stirring anger. "Me fuck around with Duo? You're the one that treats him like shit."

Heero couldn't say anything to that. He knew I was right. We stood, looking at each other for a time, a smile never leaving my face. Finally, I said, "What do you want me to do, fill his head with false hope? Like you do when you're nice to him, teasing him with the -”

"-I've never noticed it before, but you are a pathetic excuse-"

"I don't want your opinion. I couldn't care less what you think of me," I shrugged, even though his insults and hostile attitude was opening up a new level of confrontation. I was tired of him opposing everything I did, tired of watching Duo look at him with those hungry violet eyes. "All I care about is Duo," I let the words hiss out of my mouth, watching Heero's reaction. There was none.

-end “Choice to See”, part 6 in

Souls Disappear in the Snow

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