Duo smiled, this was his last day in his home town. Himself and Trowa, his best friend, are moving to New York. The two had just finished there collages. Trowa, with a degree in cooking and Duo with one in interior design. Together they were planing on opening a restaurant. "This is going to be difficult." Trowa mumbled looking thou the binder of what the tow teens were planing to do.
"But were good, the two of us are to determent, we can do this." Duo had something in his smiles, like it didn't matter how hard it would be the two of them were going to succeed and do what they wont to do. It always makes Trowa feel like nothing can go wrong.
End Flashback
"Wow." Duo laid on the sofa in his run-down apartment. Remembering the day three years ago. "We were closer then then we are now, Hun? Tro?" Duo was talking to himself. His natural long, smooth, neatly braided hair was now loose, matted and sticky from sleeping on the old sofa.
He and Trowa were doing good they had had a nice little apartment with decent rent and they also found a building not far from were they lived that they could lease out. The problem with that was that it was 50 000 dollars more then what they were expecting.
They got a extra job each and did somethings that nether were vary proud to talk about. Non-the-less, they did come up with the money and a few months later they had opened the restaurant. Now that had been a year and a half sense then and the restaurant was doing good for a year. Until Trowa's accident. It still hurt Duo to think about it. 'I should go see him' Duo thought picking up his hair brush and began brushing.
Trowa was nearly beet to death on the street out side of there old home. Duo blamed himself for letting his friend leave the restaurant with out him. but duo had to finish fixing the table settings. Right now Trowa was coped up in a hospital bed, not knowing anything that his going on. The doctors had to shave his head. The first time Duo seen his he had barley recognized him. Trowa always had nice hair, it was alway cut short except for his bangs which he had coned over one of his eyes. Even being Trowa's best friend Duo had barley seen Trowa's full face.
After thirty minutes of pulling, Duo Finlay got his mid thigh length hair untangled and re-braided. He looked in the mirror at himself, His hair looked dead, his skin was horrible pail and his eyes dimmed to a light purple, with no sign of his usual 'no problem' in them, even his smile felt fake to him, it never quite reached his eyes any more.
A hour later Duo was looking at his friend. 'The doctors are letting his hair grow back.' Duo was happy about that it must mean he was doing better... Right?' He pulled the chair over to the bed and sat were he had always sat, taking Trowa's hand in his. "Hey buddy. Sorry I haven't been here, jerk of a boss got me working six days a week." If Duo closed his eyes he could see Trowa smile at him and tell him she should look for a new job. Tears begun to clued his vision again. "Determined, We're determined, Right buddy. Stubborn to the end." Trowa's hand flinched slightly squeezing Duo's hand.
Knowing it wasin't really him, the tears fell from th young mans eyes.