This I my first so I hope u enjoy this because

I enjoyed making it,

There are 3 parts to this one chapter (it's the only chapter),

So without further ado I'll let u read

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Angel of Death

Part 1

As he had been trained to do, stealthily, slowly, cautiously, Heero slipped into Duo's darkened room. The infinite quietness of space relaxed his tenseness. As his eyes immediately adjusted to the dimness, he simply stood by his entrance and quickly observed his comrade's fate, making sure the medics has done what he asked, or more so, demanded.

Duo lay motionless on a portable hospital bed, much unlike his usual layed-back, easy-going stature. Curious, Heero floated across the small room, coming to an abrupt halt at the end of Duo's bed. "I shouldn't be here", he thought, "the medics were right...I should be resting and making plans with the others...Making plans?" Suddenly, his stone hard face mysteriously relaxed, "When did I start making plans?"

Tossing the thought aside, Heero stared at Duo's body, his heart pounding so hard in his ears, he thought the unceasing rhythm would echo off the walls and wake Duo, shattering the quietness of space...

Duo surrendered himself to the nightmare creeping into his mind, almost welcoming it. Anything seemed better than having to think for himself, lying awake. After all, why would the God of Death dream sweetly? He almost smiled at that.

But as the previous battle, moments before, spread across his blank mind,

the overwhelming pain throbbing throughout his body increased its intensity. The nightmare was so vivid he could smell and taste the iron of blood. He remembered...remembered Hilde...saving Hilde..."You're such a fool, Hilde, sneaking into the Libra Battleship to get that data! Dammit, your so stupid!" He remembered saying.

Then she said, "I thought you'd say... something like that". The picture swirled black, something new forming. Hilde drowning in a deep pool of blood?...

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...Wounds were a normal part of battles and war, but Heero couldn't help grieving for Duo. Fresh red blood soaked through the various bandages on his arms and hands. Also, under the thin, white sheet covering his body his right leg was bandaged, too, Heero knew. "Damn, Duo, we need you!" Heero clenched his teeth and ran a hand through his thick chocolate brown hair, raking long bangs through the mess. "You gave all you had left for Hilde, but if she hadn't been so thoughtless, you'd be laughing and cracking jokes right now, provoking me."

Starlight shining through a huge window on the farthest wall of the room dazzled Duo's child-like face, his extremely long, damp chestnut brown hair flowing all

around. "They had to wash your hair Duo, It was soaked with too much blood from when you carried Hilde on your back...and then you collapsed.

Quatre, Trowa, and Wu Fei think it would have been better if you waited for Noin to help you fight...especially Quatre. He's really worried about you. He wouldn't even look at the data Hilde downloaded for you. He handed the disk to me. So I kept it.

Naturally, there were no objections." The eerie illumination drew Heero to the bedside, like a moth drawn to light. "You look more like an Angel of Death, than Shingami", he whispered, the warm breath of his words cascading from his mouth before he could think. He wanted to run...to stop himself from opening up the sincere, loving feelings locked inside his cold heart. Perspiration beads threatened to pop out on his forehead, arms, everywhere.

Nervously, Heero smoothed out the dark green tank top he was wearing, making sure it was securely tucked into his black spandex shorts. "What's happening to me?" Heero thought, irritated, "The only other person I've ever felt concern for was Relena." He crossed his arms in disgust, determined to look away, but something held him to the spot. "Dammit! What the hell is wr...this feeling? Duo got banged up bad, but he'll be fine! Why am I here? Why did I have him moved here? But he looks so...so...so helpless. He needs someone who knows him well to comfort him".

Breaking Heero's thoughts, Duo turned on his side, but winced in pain and lay flat again. Heero watched intensely, waiting. His arms fell to his sides as he knelt beside the bed. Cobalt blue pools of warmth stared at Duo, watching his chest rise and fall, unlike the usual glass hard, arctic appearance Heero's eyes always had. Perspiration droplets started sliding down Duo's forehead, making his already wet, long bangs stick. His sweet, peaceful face transformed distraught and tight. Heero stood up and hesitantly reached out a hand for Duo's forehead. His hand hovered just above there, shaking. He ached so much to brush aside those sticky, salty bangs. For quiet some time, Heero remained frozen that way, his heart still beating rapidly faster. Soon, he felt his hand getting warmer, but he never touched Duo's pale skin. "Does he have a fever?" he thought, alarmed.

"Hilde...Hilde...HILDE! HILDE!" Duo screamed. Heero sprang back as Duo's yells pierced the silence of the room and he snapped into a sitting position despite his injuries. Heero had no time to regain his all too familiar gruff, rock-like stance or escape. Duo's dark violet eyes fluttered open, wild with rage, and he was gasping for breath. Heero stood solid two feet from the revived Sinai.

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