Within Reach
Summary: Heero Yuy strangely encounters a nightmare but stranegly, an unsuspecting person just saved him. Slight 1x2. One-shot.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Heero Yuy, the perfect soldier just had a nightmare. As he sat on his bed trembling quietly, he almost lost control. His right hand quickly felt for his .45 automatic underneath his pillow—his security which he always kept for as long as he could remember. They were in their safe house, nursing their maimed bodies to which they are already inured to.
Five teenagers, barely out of their adolescence fighting to win a seemingly infinite war, it was hard alright. No one needed to slap those in their faces. Especially not to Heero Yuy.
What was his nightmare all about? He could not remember. Even succinct flashes of it where nowhere to be found in his memory. How come? Was it meant to be like that? Just a fleeting bad memory ought to be forgotten in the blink of an eye? He as a perfect soldier could keep emotions at bay, but not in the subconscious level of the mind. He was as lost as Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were.
Thinking about his comrades, he glanced to his left to be greeted by his partner's soft snores—a firm indication of exhaustion and a need to forget. Across him, the loudmouth baka slept too soundly. Heero stared at Duo's countenance, his peaceful look. How could he attain such lucidity in his sleep? Heero's fully aware that he cannot achieve such calm look even in the lightest of situations. Duo's braid was more disarrayed than the usual. But Heero loved it that way, Maxwell's pretty brown hair complementing his light skin and those immaculate violet eyes. Perfect.
Heero being able to stabilize his breathing lied down and faced his partner. A sudden inquiry popped into his mind: were the others also awake at this unlikely hour? Are they also suffering from same nightmares haunting their sleep? How come Duo doesn't seem to have one?
Heero's gaze turned to the outstretched right arm of Duo, who usually slept on his side. It was as if he was reaching out to Heero; the Shinigami was reaching out for him. Duo's innocence was overwhelming whenever he's asleep or unsuspicious. His slightly parted lips and tumbled hair making him look less dangerous compared to when he's awake and barking nonsense.
A pang of envy shot across Heero's system. Why he felt it, he will never know. He liked Duo in a way though he will slit his throat before he could even admit that. But there was always something in the God of Death that draws Heero closer. What irony, perhaps it was because Duo is the God of Death.
And slowly but without any ounce of hesitation, Heero extended his right arm and covered Duo's upturned palm with his own hand. He squeezed it softly trying to confirm that Duo was really there slumbering beside him in the room. It felt good to have someone real beside you. For once, Heero was able to return back to his sleep without mulling over his life and how he would've loved to end it. The Shinigami just saved him from such bad dream.
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