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Duo's Little Secret.
By: Serenity Maxwell
Summery: Duo has a secret; he is not what he appears (though he is definitely mortal). How will Heero react?
Chapter One!
It was 11:45 pm on July 12th, when Duo Maxwell came in the front door of the vast Winner mansion in Michigan having completed his latest mission. Duo had been sent out on another solo mission and wanted nothing more then out of his dirty clothes, a nice hot shower, and flopping down on his fluffy bed to sleep.
Being a master of silence and stealth, he crept silently up the stairs to the second floor where all the bed rooms were located. So far, so good. Everything in the hall was quiet, so far. All of the other boys should be asleep by now, but he was on high alert none the less. At least he did not have to worry about Wufei, as he was out on a two week mission.
Duo got passed Quatre and Trowa's rooms with no problems. He was surprised that he was holding up so well with his gun gashed side and arm, a few bruised ribs, possible break and lung puncture, and some minor leg injuries that had him limping. Now if he could get by Heero's room he would be home free.
Duo was almost past Heero's room when he took a deep breath and almost screamed in pain as he collapsed down to the floor. Duo wanted to howl in pain as tunnel vision threatened to take over his line of sight.
Just as Duo was half way up from the ground, Heero's door opened up. Heero stood there in his door way in a pair of semi baggy white pajama pants and no top. He was looking oddly at Duo.
'He is soooooo sexy.' Duo thought.
Duo tried to great Heero in his usual way of a cheery voice and big smile but fail horribly at it.
"Hey…He-he-he-he-chan. I..I..." he was cut short as he passed out from his effort to get up, heading straight for the floor.
Heero acted with lightning quick reflexes to catch the falling Duo. Seeing the fallen boy, he let worry etch over his normally stotic features. Doing the only thing he could think of, he picked the unconscious braided pilot up and carried him into his room, closing the door with his foot behind them. Heero laid Duo down on his bed and proceeded to look the pilot over for injuries.
Just by looking at the boy, Heero could see many little cuts on his lower arms and one little scratch on his cheek. Soon a look of alarm made its way to his face as he realized his white pattern on the sheets was being turned red by blood coming from Duo's side and arm.
Heero ran into the next room and got out his first aid kit to tend to Duo's wounds. He first cut off Duo's right pant leg, to bandage the minor injuries, and then he proceeded to take off the braded boy's shirt. He found that the braided boy had save him the trouble of binding his ribs as there was already a wrap set on the boy's chest. He bandaged up the bleeding side with a few stitches and another bind and then his arm with bandages.
'Odd that Duo had his chest bound all ready. Maybe he was hurt before the final assault of the mission end. Doubt it though. I want some answers later.' Heero thought, pulling up a chair to sit at the bed side. 'At least it was nothing major. He should be pretty ok by morning. I better stay here and watch over him. I can not afford to lose him, for the sake of the mission.'
'Keep telling yourself that Yuy.' His mind argued. 'You just want to make sure because u like him more then you are willing to admit.'
'WHAT!' part of Heero's mind yelled. 'Where did that come from?'
'Oh I don't know.' The voice replied sarcastically. 'Maybe every time you think of that slender body in your arms, the feel of that wavy chestnut silk in your hands, breathing in his sent, and watching his nice butt as he fixes Deathscythe Hell. May the list go on?' it argued.
'Point well taken.' Heero sighed.
Soon Heero was sound asleep, laying half on the bed near Duo's mid-drift.
3 am on July 13th
Heero woke with a start, as he felt Duo thrash about in the bed. He looked down at Duo's sweat drenched forehead and placed a surprisingly gentle hand on it.
"No temperature, nightmare." Heero concluded. That was quickly fallowed by a grumble as he was hit near his hip.
"No! Don't!" Duo yelled out frantically. "I'll go get it. Just don't do….them! Promise you'll leave after..." He cried.
'What a loud sleep talker.' Heero thought.
"No!" Duo thrashed and fought as Heero reached down and shook him gently awake.
Heero sat on the edge of the bed next to the braided youth. He had expected the boy to wake up and be himself, but he was way wrong. What Heero got was latched onto by Duo and on that was sobbing into his chest to boot.
Unable to comprehend what to do, Heero just sat there and held the crying and shaking Duo who was sobbing heavily into his chest mumbling about someone named Solo, Sister Helen, and Father Maxwell.
After a while, they both fell asleep like that on Heero's bed.
TBC
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