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Prologue




"Heero, what are you doing?" Duo asked weakly, leaning against the doorframe as he watched Heero pack up his belongings in a hurried rush around his room. Things flew into the suitcase without a second thought and Duo's royal purple eyes flickered with a deep emotion.

"I'm packing," came the gruff reply. He didn't look up, eyes fixated on all his belongings.

Duo stood up straighter, eyes wide. "To go where?" he demanded.

"I'm leaving," came the response. Cold, bitter, monotonous.

Duo frowned, slumping again. "You've been my room mate for. . ." He bowed his head in thought, then looked up again. "For three years. Why you leavin' now, bud?"

"I'm not your 'bud'."

The braided ex-pilot's eyes saddened. "But. . .Why? You still haven't told me where you're goin'!"

"It's none of your business, Maxwell." Same tone. Hadn't changed.

Duo scratched the back of his head, steeling himself against emotions that welled up. Emotions he had fought for a while now. Emotions he didn't want to think about. He glanced up at Heero again. "No goodbye?" Plaster of a weak smile. "C'mon!"

Heero zipped up his suitcase, standing up, finally looking at him. His glare was icy, sending chills up the young man's spine. "Bye," he said curtly.

Duo grabbed his arm just as he stepped one foot outside the room. ". . .the hell!?" He yanked him about, almost violently.

Their eyes locked and an unspoken threat of sure pain from Heero's behalf passed between them. "Let go of me."

Duo didn't let go. He held onto his arm. He couldn't let go. "Please don't go, Heero. . .I. . ." He trailed off.

Heero's face was impasive. Nothing new. No. . .emotion. Duo swallowed, throat constricting painfully. Heero couldn't go. . .! It just wasn't fair. . .! Especially if he didn't know where Heero was goin'. . .! The young man had left many times before, but this time it was. . .different. They had always been about a mission this, or a mission that. Now. . .Duo could feel a burning sensation at the back of his eyes but he kept the tears back. He knew he wasn't coming back.

"You what, Maxwell?" Hard. Steel. Icy.

Duo shook his head, suppressing an ironic, bitter laugh. "Nothing. . ."

Heero glared for a moment, taking him in, then shook his head, shrugged Duo off, and brushed past.

As he reached the top of the stairs, Duo's voice reached his back. "Hey," came the cheerful word, almost sounding strained. "Is it Relena?"

He had his answer when Heero's shoulders visibly stiffened, muscles tense.

"Well, good luck with her." A crack as he reached the end of the sentence. Duo swallowed, hoping he hadn't caught it.

"Hn." The word. The one word. . .Was that all the damned man had to say?

"Just tell me where you're goin', puh-lease?" Duo pleaded, the childish tone back within his voice.

"I. . ." A hesitation? Nah. "I don't know."

Duo frowned. "What'dya mean, you don't know?" He chuckled, plastering another grin. "Goof! You've gotta be goin' somewhere, eh?"

"Hn." One more 'hn', and he was gonna snap. . . .

Heero started down the stairs and Duo was hot on his heels within moments. Finally, irritated, the former whirled around to face him once they reached the bottom. "What?" he snapped, Prussian blue eyes flickering dangerously.

"Eh hehehe..uhm.." Duo stammered. He DID NOT want to tell Heero his little affection for him.

"Damn, what's your problem, Duo? You've been acting strange. . .very strange. . ." Heero was getting very annoyed by this time.

Duo exploded. "Me!?" He pointed to himself, unconsciously puffing out his chest. "Me!?"

"Yeah. . ." Heero raised an eyebrow. "You. Who else?"

Duo swallowed, licking his lips, wanting to say something, yet not knowing what.

"Look. . .I don't have all day." Same tone. "I'm leaving, now."

Just as Heero turned the knob of the door, rolling his eyes, Duo suddenly reached out, grasping his hand. "No, you can't!"

Heero frowned. "Why the hell can't I?"

"Because. . .Because I want you to stay." Duo hesitated.

Heero's eyes narrowed. "I'm leaving, Duo," he said firmly. "And there's nothing you can do about that."

Duo's grip tightened on his wrist. "No."

"What?"

"You heard me." His voice was tight, cracking again. He swallowed, taking a deep breath. "No."

Heero ran a hand through his unruly, chocolate brown hair with his free hand. Duo wished he wouldn't do that, but quickly fought down any thoughts. "Maxwell, I don't have time for this."

"Well. . .W-well, I do!"

Heero shook his head. "Look, if it makes you happy, I'm going on a damned mission, alright? I won't be back for a while. Now move and let me go or I'm going to be late for my flight." His eyes flickered dangerously once more. "And you don't want to see me when I'm angry."

"Uh. . ." In his hesitation, Heero's hand was released. The Perfect Soilder went to the door again, muttering under his breath about braided idiots. "Wait, damnit!" he yelled, once he realized his roommate was getting away.

Heero groaned. "What?"

"Um. . ." Heero growled. "You goddamn bastard! Why the hell are you stopping me from leaving?" Duo's little deep dark secret couldn't stay in any longer..

His emotions flared up, contained for all these years, something he just couldn't hold back. He abruptly reached forward, yanking the ex-pilot that was several inches taller than him by the front of his shirt.

Duo's words were barely more than a whisper before his lips came crushing onto the startled Heero's. "Because I say you can't leave."

Heero's eyes, surprised as he was, were wide open in shock. Duo took advantage of his frozen state and shoved him up against the wall, kiss hot and filled with released emotions he had hidden for so long. He just couldn't keep back any longer. He couldn't let Heero leave for that long of a time. His guilty secret had to be let out. It had to be known. Now was the time of acception or denial. He hoped it was the former.

Heero's hands reached up to grab Duo's black long sleeved shirt. He was going to push away-pu. . .pull back. His eyes slid closed.

Heero's mind was screaming a million things at him. "What the hell are you doing!?" "Push away! Push away!" "No, don't. . .it feels. . .too good. . ." "You don't want this!" "Yeah. . .I. . .I don't know. . ." "What are you!? Fucking homosexual!?" "Duo is, apparently." "God. . .this feels. . ." "I'm doing something horribly wrong. . ."

He found he was kissing back with equal greed and need. Unconsciously, one of his hands released Duo's shirt, crawling along his back and up to his hair, where his fingers encurled in it, not minding that it was in its braid. The brown stuff felt silky smooth beneath his touch.

"This feels. . ." "Wrong! Wrong! Stop right now while you can!" "God. . ." A groan escape his lips. "I really should stop this. . ." "I shouldn't. . .God. . .It feels. . .Good. . ." "Stop! Stop right now!" "I don't care."

Abruptly, Heero pushed away, panting for air, face flushed.

Duo, startled, gasped out, "What? What is it?"

"I can't. . ." Heero shook his head. "This is wrong. . ." He grabbed his suitcase, yanked open the door, and headed out it.

Duo didn't stop Heero this time. Duo watched him leave the door running while a tear slid down his cheek. Duo croaked "Come back. . ." But Heero didn't.

But he didn't. He just continued walking down the driveway, slamming the door behind him, gone as quickly as that.

Duo slumped against the wall, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. Whispered words invaded the deafening silence.

"Come back. . ."