Ok, this is a repost of the story I wrote quite a while back, V-day of 2000 to be exact -_-;; Iknow, I take long to finish things...leave me be. Good news is, this is the first multi-part fic that I've actually finished to my liking, be proud of me ya'lls. ^_^ I may still come back to this in a couple months or so and further alter/revise/rewrite it, but most authors do that with their fics anyway. Changing things just comes naturally.
Chibi Duo: What's this? **points to fic** Am I in it?
Yes dear, it's a fic and you're in it.
Chibi Duo: Ah, Ok then...is Quatre in it? **looks at her Chibi Quatre hopefully**
Yes dear, Q-chan's in it as well. Now you to run off and play.
Chibi Duo & Chibi Quatre: 'Kay!
Angel of Mine
Chapter 1
It's been four months...four months since my blonde haired little Angel failed to come back from his latest mission. Four months since I haven't gotten a good nights sleep or went three minutes without either blowing up or crying. Four months ago tomorrow...it's February, the 13th actually. Tomorrow is Valentines Day.
I thought for once in my life, just once, that I'd be with someone on V-Day, just once. But no, my innocent little Angel got called out on a mission and hasn't been back since.
I'm not mad at him, I'm mad at myself for falling for it again...falling in love. Love...I hate that word. It only brings me sorrow and death, like everything else. Everything I love, everything that love's me has to die. It's not my choice, it just happens. It was my fault for falling in love after all the barriers I put up to prevent me from doing just that. My fault for making those barriers so easy for someone to seep through, like the light chases away the darkness. I know, I sound like Heero...but the truth is, him and I are very alike. His barriers though, are just plain and cold. At least I give the impression of remaining cheerful, whether I am or not.
It seems though, that even though most fail-safe barriers have at least one weakness, Heero's is the weak, or people he needs to protect. Quatre's mine.
~I remember the first night he came to me, Trowa had...well I'm not going to say what Trowa did. I don't want to remember and we all decided it was forgive and forget. My little Angel knocked on the door to my room at exactly 3:24 am. that night, I'll never forget that. I new it was Quatre, I knew just from the knock on the door. Heero's would've been brisk, three times. Trowas' almost as brisk, twice, and accompanied by him saying it was him. WuFei, well, Wu-man hardly ever knocks...but if he does it's a lot like Heeros'. Quatre's different, his knock is so gentile. Usually three knocks lightly and a 'May I come in Duo, it's me.' is what I get from him.~
~That night was no different, Quatre asked quietly if I was awake and I muttered no. I heard him turn to leave and jumped out of bed, practically tripping as I called him back. I grabbed his ankle from the other side of the door and he 'eep-d'. Such a cutie. I told him to come back in and he looked down at me with this sad little smile of gratitude. Me on my back on the floor, and him smiling down at me. We went into my room and he was sitting there playing with his hands, really nervous. He gets so quiet when he's nervous...like an adorable blonde mouse. He sat there like that, with me beside him, for about five seconds before breaking out in tears. That's what got me, why would a beautiful Angel like him have to cry about something? As much as it pained me, he was happy with Trowa. And me, well I was a brother of sorts. He told me then, what Trowa had done. Him choking out words between sobs and crying into my shoulder for over two hours. I sat there the whole time, amazed that this poor little thing would put himself through what he let Trowa do to him. I sat there comforting him and reassuring the little blonde Angel that threw himself into my arms. Quatre finally told me how he felt about me, not just friends. I convinced my feelings for him too, afraid that if I didn't, he'd be hurt beyond repair. I loved him for a long time, I just...I dunno, never realized it until I grabbed his leg in the hall.
~Quatre begged me, pleaded with me, that night. He wanted me to have my way with him. I refused. Now, I wanted to, boy did I ever, but he was in too much of an emotional wreck for me to feel comfortable doing it. I'd never ever want to take advantage of him. He took it as rejection though, and almost ran out on me. I caught him and explained my reasons. He understood quite easier than I expected and we fell asleep on my bed. Him in my arms all night, curled up close to me with his head on my chest, breathing softly and looking so beautiful as the lights from the city reflected off his angelic face through my window. That's the one night I'll never ever forget, the first night he fell asleep in my arms. That one and the night after that...boy was that fun.~
I go to my bedroom now, the tears streaking freshly down my face. I'll dream of him tonight. Why the hell do I have to dream? If it was just of him I wouldn't mind, but the Maxwell dream...he's in it. He's Solo, he's Sister Helen, He's father Maxwell.....it hurts too much.
I lay down on the bed and stare out the window.
~The next morning I woke up before Quatre and stalked into Trowas' room, pouncing on the boy. He woke up and practically jumped out of his skin, not a sight you see often in Trowa...true fear. I explained my case to him and cheerfully described several ways I could kill him. He apologized profusely to me. To me though, not Quatre. Not my poor Angel. I demanded he apologize to him though, he blatantly refused. I had expected as much and told him that, as well as the course of action I would take. Quatre got an apology that afternoon. That night Quatre showed me how grateful he was to me, three times.~
I finally drift off into a nightmare filled sleep. Hours later I wake up in a cold sweat with new tears streaked down my face. I can still smell the soot from the burning church. I can still see my beloved Angels' ravaged corpse on the ground covered in—
I stop myself and grab a glass of water as I walk out to the living room. The rest of the guys are out on a mission...fine by me. Shinigami prefers to be alone sometimes, only ever truly loving the company of that blonde haired Angel of Life. I mean, sure...the other guys are good company, but they're all so quiet. Heero and I get along well at times, as well as WuFei and me, when he's not after my braid with his swords...Trowa and I've never gotten along well even before the incident with Quatre.
I shake my head and glance at the calendar, February 14th...my Angel of Life, I'm sure he's alive. Funny though, the God of Death in love with the Angel of Life. I chuckle to myself through my tears and plop down on the couch, downing the water. Angels can't die, right? Especially the Angel of Life...so he must be alive somewhere. Even if I can't look for him, even if I can't do anything...they can't take away my hope. The other pilots will never take away my hope.
~They were going to move the safe house. Heero told me that night, "About 300 k's West of here." is exactly what he said. He also said we'd all have to go, so there was no chance of me staying behind to wait for my Angel. I guess Heero read the emotions on my face when I let my mask drop because he explained that we had no choice, and that it'd only be worse for us if we were to stay here. It'd be no good for Quatre if we all died. I numbly agreed with him on that when Trowa spoke up,"Face it Duo, he's dead."~
~I can still remember the cold look on his face, impassive as ever, and that look of satisfaction in his eyes when he saw me blanch. But, I'll also never forget the look in his eyes when my fist connected with his nose, stomach, jaw, and wherever else I hit him before WuFei and Heero pulled me off. I then demanded that if we were changing safe houses, that we stay in the same area to make it easier for Quatre to find us if he needed to. I saw something flash before Heero's eyes as he let WuFei lead Trowa into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I think it was pity...or maybe compassion, that I saw before his mask was back in place almost as quickly as mine. He merely nodded and mumbled a 'Hn.'~
The doorbell rings and I get up to answer it, dropping my glass in the sink half heartedly. I turn the knob to open the door but stop myself. What if it's an enemy?
Maxwell, you idiot...you should check first. Oz is all around us, remember! I grab my gun from the table beside the door and slowly turn the brass knob. The door whips open and I point the gun in the visitors face. There's really no point in being cautious if they know you're home, right? I'm not like Heero, I intend to ask the questions before I shoot.
My heart stops and I drop the gun at what I see before me. My blonde haired Angel...in front of me...after four whole months.
"Qu—Quatre?!?!?"
His clothes are tattered, his vest is totally gone. His beautiful face looks tired yet happy under the dirt smudges. And his eyes, his Cerulean eyes, they're still sparkling with life after what he must've been through. I quickly asses him for visible injuries, there're none that look to be of any serious nature. He's got bandages on, and a couple burns but looks to be in good health. If only I could find out...
"Hai, nice way to greet your koi. A gun in the face..."
"Gomen nasai!!!" I quickly drag him inside and instantly my mouth claims his in a deep, soul-searching kiss that nowhere near makes up for the four months of abstinence and torture I went through. We finally pull back for air after about five minutes of our tongues getting re-aquainted. "Where've you been? I missed you koi! I thought you might be hurt!!! I even thought you might not come back to me for awhile!!! What were you thinking disappearing for so long?!? I love you and never do that to me again!!!" I babble nonstop. He puts a finger to my mouth to shush me and hands me a rose. Funny, he manages to put his needs aside for me, just to go out of his way and give me this one flower...
"I'll explain it all later. Happy Valentines Day Duo!"
Then he gave me that smile. That exact same smile like he did last time....I knew what I was in store for, and I didn't mind a bit.