Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Meaning of Alone ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Title: The Meaning of Alone : Chapter 4

Author: Datiye Arisu

Warnings: See chapter one

Discalimer: So not mine. I wish they were. God I wish they were…

Authors Notes: See bottom

*Duo's POV*

Duo sat on his bed unbraiding his hair. It had been a few weeks since they left the hospital. Heero was able to get up and leave the room now but he still had to take it easy. Duo still didn't talk. Well, not unless it was necessary. He talked to Heero but only when they were alone at night in their room. They seemed to have gotten into a routine, unnoticed by anyone else.

Every night Duo sat on his bed and waited for Heero to come in. Heero would sit behind him on the bed and brushed his hair for him, then rebraided it. It was something Heero used to do for Duo whenever he was too hurt to do it himself. Usually it would happen in a dirty hotel room accompanied by harsh words, but this was different. Heero wasn't mad. In fact, he would gently ask Duo questions to get him to talk. On days when duo didn't answer he would just keep talking. It was very comforting to Duo but at the same time it made him feel guilty. Heero was worried about him. He could tell. He decided that tonight he would try to start the conversation. He would ask Heero the questions.

At that moment Heero walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Then he took off his jacket and tossed it onto his bed. He picked up a hairbrush of a small table they had made into a nightstand and sat behind Duo. He started to gently brush his hair, starting from the bottom, as always.

Duo took a deep breath. Now or never. "Uh, Heero? Can I ask you something?"

Heero kept brushing. "Sure."

Duo wished that he could see Heero's face. He should have waited until he was done and they were face to face. "Why didn't you tell the guys what happened to me? Or that I shot you ?"

Heero said, " It is not important that they know."

Duo turned around. "How is that not important? I almost killed you."

Heero said, "But you didn't."

Duo said, "I'm not exactly the most stable person in the world right now, Heero. What if I snap and try to shoot you again? Or the others? I could seriously hurt someone."

"You won't"

Duo frowned. "And what makes you say that?"

Heero smiled. " This time I will not underestimate your ability to shoot with two dislocated wrists."

Duo's mouth dropped open in shock then he smiled. "Did you just make a joke?"

"I did."

Duo punched him lightly on the arm. ":That's my job."

Heero stopped smiling. "You seem to have been on a leave of absence."

Dou looked down into his lap. "I know. I'm sorry. " The two sat motionless and silent. Then Duo felt the brush gently moving through his hair again. He closed his eyes and tried to just enjoy the sensation. Heero go up and went to grab a hair band from Duo's duffle bag. When he came back Duo stood up facing him. "Heero, why haven't you yelled at me since the hospital? "

Heero replied, "You haven't done anything bad since the hospital.

Duo looked in his eyes. He didn't know what he expected to find but he looked. On impulse he leaned forward and, closing his eyes, he kissed Heero gently on the lips. His lips were so soft and warm. He didn't know why but he had expected Heero's lips to be rough. Then, suddenly, all of his warm and fuzzy thoughts regarding Heero's lips were shattered when he felt them taken away and his back slam up against their bedroom wall. He felt himself firmly pinned in place so that he couldn't even try to get away. This feels a little more familiar. He opened his eyes and saw Heero glaring at him. He looked so angry but Duo just couldn't understand why. Wasn't that what Heero wanted? Or was he wrong the whole time. Maybe Heero didn't want him at all. "I guess that was bad," Duo said softly.

Heero growled and threw Duo on the bed. Before Duo could react Heero had left the room

. Duo sat up in the bed and stared at the open door. Heero had opened it with such force that it had hit the wall on the other side and was swinging shut again. Duo pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He put his forehead on his knees and his loose hair fell around him like a silky chestnut curtain. In his mind it effectively blocked him off from the world. When he heard the click of the door swing shut he let the tears fall. He doesn't want me. He's disgusted by me! How could I have been so stupid. He's only being nice to me because he pities me. I snapped and he pities me. No one wants me, a used up broken slut. No one wants me. No one wants me…

TBC

Notes:

Hey guys! Hope you liked the chapter! Sorry it was short but I have kind of a writers block right now. That also means I don't know when I will have the next chapter out. I'll try to hurry but you don't want to read a crappy fic so just bear with me.