I Don't Want You to Want Me

By: Joryuu

Chapter 1: Good News



//Jump in let's go

Sit back, enjoy the show//



It was dark and the ex-gundam pilot Duo Maxwell was lying, awake, in his bed. The soft blankets were jumbled around at the foot , he was too warm. He sighed, it had been hours since he'd settled down for sleep, but it just wouldn't come! This particular case of insomnia seemed at first no different from the rest of them until the thoughts of his former best friend inched their way into his mind. The best friend he'd shared the most difficult times of his life with, Heero Yui. The dark haired, dark minded lost soul that Duo hadn't even heard from, let alone seen, in ages.

But why was the braided boy thinking of him now? It had been years since the war against Maudie Maya Kushrenada ended. Years of the haunting dreams of the man with no face who seemed just as dark, or darker than Heero himself. It had been years since Heero's death. Years since Duo's nightmares ceased. Why was his mind being haunted now? Why was the ghost reminder of Heero showing up on this day when it hadn't since the news of Heero's death.

Duo wasn't actually over the loss of his loved one, he'd never actually dealt with losing the other boy. He couldn't. It was just too hard on him. Too hard to deal with the fact that the one you're in love with has just disappeared, never to be seen alive again. Duo still wasn't able to deal with that fact. He would when the time came, and only then.

Had he totally lost it? Was it the dreams? The man did seem to resemble Heero a lot. Maybe . . . No. That couldn't be it . . . Could it?

Duo rolled over savagely, sending his blankets flying. Was it the boy he saw in the marketplace with the harsh cobalt blue eyes? The way he carried himself was so like the way that Heero did. His unruly dark hair gathered in the same patterns as well. Could it have been? Of course not. Heero was dead. He'd heard it years ago. The final blow to Zero had killed him.

Duo shut his eyes. How could Heero have died? The pilot seemed so indestructible, and that's what must have killed him in the end. The pure suicidal intent as well. Heero was always putting himself in such danger that it was hard to believe that he lived as long as he did. Duo could hear a ringing from his living room. Who in their right mind would call at this time of night, he wondered. He rolled out of his bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud.

He scrambled around to get untangled from his blankets and ran as fast as he could to grab the phone. He ended up taking it at just the last moment. "Hello?" he managed to choke out while trying to catch his lost breath.

"Hello." The voice that answered was harsh and monotone. It reminded him so much of his lost friend. But maybe that was only because of how much Duo missed him that night . . .

"Who is this?" Duo asked. He waited a while and heard a deep breath. The person had exhaled. It was Heero, it just had to be! The silence stretched longer as Duo awaited a response. Any response. But none was being offered, "Heero, is it you?" Duo asked.



Again, the person on the other line took a breath then exhaled. "Yes Duo. It's me."

"Heero! But I thought that you were dead! Why haven't you called me in the past three years? Where have you been? Where are you now? HEERO! Answer me!" Duo demanded as Heero responded not to any of the braided boy's pleas.

"Duo, I was in a very secluded hospital. They wouldn't let me see a phone let alone use one to call anyone . . . " he replied. There seemed to be a hint of sincerity to his usual monotone voice. A hint that he actually cared.

"Heero, you're al . . . " Duo almost broke into joyful tears when he realized that Heero had never actually been dead. That the one he thought he'd never ever see again. It was actually Heero who spoke next.

"Duo do you still care for me?"

"Of course I do Heero. I never stopped caring for you. I was depressed for years after I found out about your supposed death. Heero, I honestly thought you were taken away from me for good ."Duo trailed off again as more and more tears of joy streamed down his face.

"Where are you?"

"Actually if you really want to know, I'm living on earth. In Canada, Ottawa, Ontario to be exact, why?"

"I was just wondering . . . "

"Ya seen much of Relena lately?"

"She's the one who took me to the hospital. I had to go through her rants every single day that I *wasn't* unconscious. I missed having someone as carefree as you are around. I mean I know how you feel for me and you know that I feel the same for you and I'd really like to see you again Duo. Would you let me?"

"Oh Heero . . . Come." Duo says simply.

"Duo, there's something you need to know though . . . "

"Tell me when you get here."

"Ok, I will . . . "

Duo heard a soft click from the other line as Heero hung up. The braided pilot smiled inwardly. It was going to be so great seeing his Heero again. The Heero he hadn't seen for years.



//There are miles to go

There are miles to go//



Hey everyone! I'm Joryuu! I'm a new writer to this place and this is my first attempt at a fic. This is Yaoi, obviously. E-mail me with comments PLEASE! monkey_prncess86@hotmail.com anything is welcome! Even flames. Don't like it? Tell me! You can be as harsh as you want! Even try to make me cry! I seriously *don't* care! Just send me stuff people!