Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunrise ❯ Noon ( Chapter 4 )

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"Noon"

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"You have a visitor, Duo. Are you still not permitting visits?"

"Who is it?"

"A young man; Quatre Winner."

"All right. Send 'em in."

The nurse left the door to Duo's room open, and soon, a timid looking
Quatre walked in, almost hesitantly. After he entered, Duo half expected
one or the other three pilots to emerge. He sighed, and then forced a weak
grin to Quatre.

"What brings ya here?" he asked. Quatre smiled somewhat, then took a seat
in a hard, uncomfortable chair next to Duo's bed. He noticed that, in
Duo's left arm, there was an IV needle sticking out, which was connected to
a small bag hung above his bed, containing a clear liquid, by a small,
plastic tube. Duo noticed him looking, and then shrugged.

"It's not as bad as it seems; I can probably get up and go home right now,"
he said. Quatre's eyes loosely followed the clear tube, up Duo's arm, then
up to his smiling face.

"Then what's that for?" he asked, indicating to the IV needle. Duo glanced
up at the clear liquid, and then shrugged again.

"Well, as you know, my throat was pretty fucked up, so this was the only
way to get nutrients, or whatever, into my system . . . Or something like
that. Annoying as hell, really. I mean, I'm okay right now, but I don't
see why I'm supposed to stay any longer," he replied, with a slight
grumble. Quatre grinned slightly, as Duo flopped back onto his flat
pillow, staring up at the white ceiling.

"So how're things goin' back at the safe house?" he asked. Quatre suddenly
cast his gaze down onto the dull, ivory colored blanket that covered Duo's
body, purposely avoiding his look.

"Things are going . . . well," the blonde said, unconsciously grasping his
hands into small fists. Duo glanced at him, and then shifted his gaze back
to the ceiling.

"You sure? You look kinda uneasy," he said. Quatre nodded his head,
slowly.

"Why do you ask?" he said, his voice hesitant. At that, Duo turned his
gaze back to the uneasy blonde.

"You don't seem like yourself. You seem uneasy; uptight . . . Different,
even," he said, staring at the blonde with his curious, violet colored
eyes. Quatre continued to keep his gaze locked onto the thin blanket.

Duo leisurely folded his arms behind his head, then cleared his throat,
"How're things between you n'Trowa?"

Quatre instantly shot his gaze from the insignificant blanket to Duo's
awaiting look.

"Did he tell you . . .?" he began, unsure of how much Quatre knew. The
blonde stared at his fellow pilot, intensely.

"About what happened with you and Heero . . .?" he asked, uncertainly. A
small muscle in Duo's face twitched.

"About . . . You know, when you were gone . . .?" he repeated, trying to
see if Trowa had confessed yet without bluntly telling him of his lover's
sin; he didn't wish to be the one to tell him such hurtful news.

"He told me," the Arabian began, his throat suddenly dry. He cleared his
throat. His hands were suddenly getting clammy. He didn't want to offend
Duo with anything he was about to say.

"He told you . . .?" asked Duo, tilting his head ever so slightly. Quatre
swallowed.

"He told me that Heero cheated on you," he stammered out, his hands into
small fists again. Duo raised an eyebrow, and then shook his head.

"Well, of course that happened. But, is that all he told you? Heero
cheated on me? What about Heero or Wufei? Anything?" he asked, trying to
squeeze more information out of the small pilot.

"Neither told tell me anything. They said that they weren't in the right
position to tell me anything. I thought that maybe you could've told me;
it seems to be carrying quit a burden on poor Trowa," Quatre replied,
slowly lifting a delicate hand to his face. Duo suddenly stared at Quatre,
and then blinked slightly.

"Quatre, do you know, in detail, what happened between me and Heero?" asked
the braided boy, curiously. Quatre's eyes slowly glimpsed to Duo.

"I only know that Heero cheated on you by sleeping with someone else . . .
I don't know with who, though . . ." the small boy said, lowering his
vision back down to Duo's blanket. He didn't know if Duo would be upset by
those words or not . . .

Duo sighed, slumping back into his limp pillow. He titled his head back,
looking up at the ceiling, as if annoyed. Quatre lifted his head back up
instantly, his eyes grow big.

"I didn't upset you, did I?" he asked. Duo released another irritated
sigh, and then shook his head.

"Is there something I'm missing? I can't help but feel that there's
something important; a big piece to this confusing puzzle that is
preventing me from knowing the exact details," said the smaller pilot. Duo
bit his lower lip slightly. He felt that heavy pain in his heart begin to
return.

"No, just your cheating boyfriend," he growled.

". . . Excuse me?" Quatre asked, his expression puzzled all of a sudden. Duo sat
up, suddenly, his heart skipping a beat. No . . . Not Quatre. Quatre
shouldn't go through the hurt of knowing . . .

"Duo . . . ? Is there something going on that you're not telling me?"
asked the blonde, a hint of hesitation in his voice. Duo stared at him for
a moment. For once, he was at a lost of words . . .

"Duo? Please tell me . . ." said Quatre, his voice gradually breaking with
disbelief. Duo had said little; the news was so sudden, but now Quatre's
beliefs were confirmed, just by that one, simple sentence uttered in
annoyance by the braided pilot.

"Quatre . . ." Duo began.

"What happened!?" Quatre suddenly blurted out, standing up. Duo saw
Quatre's eyes heavy with tears. The American took a deep breath, and then
looked down at his blanket. His hands slowly curled up into small fists;
ones that refused to let go.