Warnings: 1x2, mild OOC
Disclaimers: Don't own them, but want to, don't sue me. The usual. Flames are welcome, to be used as an incentive for me to write BETTER FICS!
Not Nearly As Much
Heero sat in his room, the room he shared with Duo, and thought. Thought not about missions or battle, but of Duo. Only minutes before did he walk out of the room.
Heero never really regretted his arguments with the braided American, because he knew it never really hurt him. But he never just left before.
He did not hate Duo. He didn't even dislike him. No, that was far from the truth nestled deep within Heero. Heero loved Duo. With all his heart. He never admitted it, not even to himself, but when he walked out the door…it was as if he had walked out of Heero's life. And Heero could not let that happen.
He didn't know what to do, though. To confess his love would hurt his pride. To dampen it would hurt more.
Heero made up his mind and nothing would interfere. He stood up, walked out the bedroom door, and stalked downstairs. He was going to express his love to Duo. When he walked to the front door of the house he and the other pilots shared, he heard his name being called. But he did not stop.
He walked outside and looked to the circle drive. All of the boys' cars were there. Duo must have walked or taken a cab wherever he went. Heero walked up to a sleek, smoky Spyder that belonged to his love. He ran his hand down the side caringly the way he wanted to caress Duo's soft skin. He took out the keys which he had access to as a result of sharing a room with the beautiful boy.
As Heero started the car, he breathed deeply. There was no turning back now. The thought was surprisingly refreshing.
Heero supposed Duo couldn't have gotten far; it was a substantial distance to any area that had public transportation available. Sure enough, he soon saw a black-clad, braided figure crossing a moderately busy suburban street. Heero's heart swelled at the way Duo hung his head.
"Duo…" he called. Apparently the quiver in his voice or the anguished look on Heero's face (or perhaps both) made Duo stop and stare in surprise, halfway across the street.
Time seemed to stop. It was all Heero could do to restrain himself from getting out of the car and run to Duo, sobbing. Then the screeching of tires acted like an alarm clock going off, waking Heero from a wonderful dream.
A haze covered Heero's vision. All he knew was he was suddenly running without knowing where he was going as a result of the temporary blindness, and yet he knew exactly what he was running to.
As he knelt down, his vision cleared. Heero immediately wished it hadn't. He saw the boy he was about to pour his heart out to lying in a puddle of his own blood, a truck not far away. Heero covered his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting and found his face wet with tears. Ironically, he ended up doing what he was trying not to do just moments before—getting out of the car and running to Duo, sobbing.
Now Heero was pushing the boy's bangs out of his face, silent tears streaming down his own.
"Don't do this, Duo. You can't die. Not now. Not ever."
Duo had had his eyes open wide in shock, staring straight ahead. Now he moved them to Heero.
"Heero…what did I tell you before…" he choked out. "Sh-shinigami can't…die." He smiled. "I'll be waiting for you, Heero. Because I love you."
Heero closed his eyes. "Duo…not nearly as much as I love you!"
Duo looked slightly surprised, and then his face relaxed. "That's why I'll be waiting for you, Heero…I know that now." Then, in a dying whisper, "Thank you…"
**owari**
AN: Gods, I can't write for crap…this was another old one though. Hopefully it has improved…::checks recent writing:: Nope! Oh well. Sappy angst. Don't we all love it.
Chorus of random voices: "Not when Kelly writes it! Yaaaay!"
Kelly: -_-;