Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Call Came at 5:00 ❯ Heero and Duo ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Another one? Geeze…people are so picky. Anyway, GW does not belong to me. Happy?

Heero stared at Duo and Duo stared at Heeros bleeding wrist. Even though he was drunk Duo realized that this was very bad. Heero made a move and Duo leapt at him. He grabbed the knife away from Heero, who was not expecting the lunge, and tossed it into the bedroom. It landed against the wall with a thunk. Duo grabbed Heeros wrist and saw how bad the cut was. He was getting more sober by the minute. He looked at Heero.

"Be right back. Need to fix you up yes we do." Heero just stood there, almost shocked. Duo was ruining his plans. He was useless; he was no longer needed. He was about to say something when Duo came back in with an old white shirts and an ace bandage. He took Heeros wrist and tightly wrapped the shirt around the cut. Almost immediately blood shown on up against the white. Duo then wrapped around the ace bandage, even tighter than the shirt. Making sure that was safely secured he looked about at Heero.

"Should stop the bleeding." Heero nodded. The Duo slapped him. Hard. "And Wufei calls me a baka. At least I don't try and kill myself." Duo grabbed Heeros good wrist and dragged him out of the bathroom. By the way he was acting it was obvious Duo was still drunk, he just became sober enough to do what he needed to do then become just as drunk as he was before. Duo pushed Heero onto the closest bed.

"Lie down and shut up." Getting around to the other side he fell next to Heero.

"Why are you lying down next to me," inquired Heero.

"To make sure you don't get up to find that knife and try to finish the job."

"Why did you save me?" Duo groaned.

"Stop asking questions. I'm to drunk to answer. But I'm talking, so obviously I'm not drunk enough." Heero sighed.

"Why can't you just let me finish what I started? I am useless."

"Still to drunk to answer. But, if you insist, it's because I have this thing against letting my friends die. Especially for stupid reasons."

"I'm useless."

"And I'm all that helpful now that the war is over? At least I'm not self centered, selfish, cruel, and masochistic enough to attempt suicide." Heero looked over and glared at the drunken Duo.

"I am not."

"Yes, you are," Duo responded with a slur. "It's up to us to try and survive. Last time I checked, killing yourself was not a good survival tactic." Heero laughed. Duo was somewhat shocked to note that even though he was drunk, he could tell it was a real laugh.

"Funny thing Duo. You only give good advise when you're drunk."

"Yeah, well you only laugh after attempting suicide. Go figure. What good advise did I give?"

"Surviving."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, getting drunk is better than dying."

"Except for tomorrow, when you have a hangover and wish you were dead." Duo groaned.

"Don't wake me up tomorrow. Wait a couple weeks. Months. Years." They both laughed then. "How's your wrist?"

"It hurts."

"No, really? I can't imagine why. How are you?"

"I'll survive."

"That's the important thing." Heero paused for a while before starting to speak again. Just before he spoke he looked up at Duo, who had passed out. Heero closed his eyes and let sleep take him. Maybe things wouldn't look better in the morning, but at least he'd now know what tomorrow morning would bring.

End notes: Ha ha! Just the Quatre/Trowa conclusion, and epilogue, and then it's DONE! YAY! My first completed multipart! Go me!