What Words Can't Say
author: Trio
rated: PG-13, shounen-ai
finished: 2000
type: Just another 1x2 (2x1) fic
email: kuraiko@hotmail.com
URL: http://destined.to/koujo
disclaimers: I am in no way claiming these characters or anime as my own.
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The crisp night air encased the statue-like form. The form's window-like
eyes locked on the dark expanse above. The stars twinkled as though they
were singing a song to the darkened figure on earth. No one has ever heard
their perpetual song, their enchanting tune of lore. The moon shown with the
light of a setting sun, its rays entreating the form to come and play; come
dance to the song of the stars.
Gentle footsteps were heard coming toward the form. So gentle, so soft the
form almost mistook those steps for the breeze. The breeze loved to play
with the trees; loved to swat those long, full branches. But these steps
were not the doing of the wind, but the doing of a person. The doing of a
friend, a close friend, a kind friend.
"Duo." The name hung on the mind of the dark form. It lulled the form to
reply, to look at the newcomer. The form's window eyes never left the
heavens in fear the stars would disappear if they looked away even for a
moment. "Duo." Again the name was spoken. The shadowed form closed its
window eyes. Images raced along the inside of its eyelids; images of
rejection, of shame, of hurt and of pain.
The form hated to see those pictures, those thoughts. It opened its eyes to
see its precious stars being swept away. Dark clouds like a mother's arm
covered her baby stars. "Duo." A sign escaped the slightly parted lips of
the form. "Duo, come on."
"Quatre," the form replied to the kind friend who beckoned him. Duo turned
his head to see his blonde friend. Quatre's blue eyes were fixed on the form
of his friend.
"Duo, you need to come inside. You've been out here for hours," Quatre
smiled to his braided friend. Duo looked tired and ashamed. Duo didn't
reply through words, he gingerly arose from the soft spring grass and stepped
toward the Arabian boy. Shinigami's eyes portrayed trust and understanding.
The two friends turned together and walked to their recent hideout.
***
The florescent glow of Wing illuminated it pilot's form. The muscular shadow
of the 01 pilot hung around his tired body. The illuminated pilot rapidly
clicked the keys of his laptop. The Wing computers ran scans of all its
systems and re-laid its findings into the small gray laptop.
"All systems repaired," a monotone voice expressed its findings to the vacant
hanger. "I just have to finish updating my next mission's information." The
silhouette again began to type on the hard plastic keys, transferring data from
the tiny laptop to the Wing's master computers.
***
Trowa leaned against the white door-frame that led to Wufei's training room.
The room was well lit. Wufei stood in the center of the room punching air
and kicking invisible enemies. /He sure is working hard./ Wufei seemed not
to notice his singular audience. /He must be hurting quite a lot inside.
He's been doing martial arts for nearly five hours now./
Trowa backed away from the doorway, leaving his friend to continue letting
his heart heal. /The power of the heart is far more powerful then any
man-made weapon./ The 03 pilot walked almost silently toward the hanger, he
knew he'd find Heero there. /This is something, I think, no one would have
guessed. Wufei loves Duo, but.../ His green eyes searched the hanger as he
approached it. And so he found the Wing pilot, busily at work. /He has no
idea what Duo feels form him. Why would Duo pass up Wufei from the "Silent
Machine?" I guess that's what people call love./
"Hey, Heero!" Trowa called to the busy pilot.
Upon hearing his name Heero looked to the door of the hanger, "What is it
Trowa?"
"I think we need to talk; you, me, and Wufei," Trowa's eyes never left
Heero's could blue stare.
"Hnnn... fine," Heero closed up his laptop and the Wing systems, then tucked
his precious gray machine under his arm and walked to Trowa. "What's wrong
with Wufei?"
"He's been doing martial arts for the past five hours," Trowa didn't look at
Heero as they walked.
"He does that sometimes, Trowa. Why else? I know you didn't want me to talk
to Wufei because he's been training hard. So what's the real story?" Heero
knew something had to be up, but what he didn't know.
"Come on," Trowa led Heero t Wufei, Wufei was still punching air and
invisible enemies when Trowa and Heero entered the room.
Wufei narrowed his eyes at the Perfect Soldier, then looked to Trowa as
though to mentally gain the information for why Heero was here. But Trowa
said nothing to the eyes of Wufei and so Wufei turned his punched to the 01
pilot.
***
Quatre sat a cup of tea in front of Duo, but he didn't make himself any. He
didn't know why, but he hated tea. "Duo," the 04 pilot looked concern toward
the self proclaimed Shinigami. /I wonder what Heero's going to say when he
finds out about this. He wouldn't allow Duo to be with him, would he?/
"Thanks, Q-man," Duo gingerly sipped the tepid tea.
Quatre couldn't take it any longer. "Okay Duo, why? Why Heero of all
people? I mean Wufei is a good friend, he'll listen to you, talk to you,
love you... but you want Heero! Why Duo? Why?"
Duo was shocked by the gentle pilot's words. "I don't know Quatre, I mean
you're right Wufei is a good friend, but I don't love him. Heero just
captured my heart. And he won't let it go."
Quatre signed and sat down next to his friend, "So what now?"
"I don't know."
"I guess, you should tell Heero," Quatre closed his eyes. He could see
Heero's reaction. The suicidal pilot beating the shit or even killing the
cheery Deathscythe pilot.
Duo said nothing. Then they heard it, a gun shot. Two, three, four...
shots. Quatre and Duo were out the door in an instant. The shot's sound led
them to Wufei's training room. Trowa saw the two coming pilots and halted
them at the door. Heero had pulled his gun on Wufei, but Heero also looked
like he had taken a few punched before reverting to his gun. From what
Quatre and Duo could see, Wufei didn't look hurt, except the marks of a punch
or kick on his face.
"What's going on!" Quatre yelled.
Wufei looked at the gentle Arab, then to Duo and Trowa, last he looked at
Heero. /Why? Why Heero? Why not me?' Wufei turned from his his four
fellow pilots and walked away. Heero sensed Wufei was done, he put his gun
away. Trowa let his two friends in the room, Duo went straight for Heero,
while Trowa and Quatre went after Wufei.
"Are you okay Heero?" Duo asked.
"Yea," Heero didn't look at Duo. He just stared at the spot where Wufei had
just been. /So, Duo likes me. Why would Wufei tell me? Unless he's
jealous, that's it... Wufei likes Duo but Duo like me. That explains why he
was trying to kick my ass. What now?/
"Heero," Duo watched as Heero slipped into thought.
"What?" he asked.
"I... nothing," Duo walked after Trowa and Quatre, Heero followed behind.
/How can I tell Heero that I have feelings for him? Feelings that aren't
friend feelings, but lover feelings./ Duo gruffed as he stopped walking,
"Heero, I have something I want to tell you."
"Hn."
"Listen, I've known you along time, and since then we've become friends. But
time has a way of changing things and for me, time changed everything.
Heero, do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Duo looked at the blue sky.
"If words can't say what you want them to, use actions. Actions are what
words can't say," Heero stared at the Deathscythe pilot.
"Words are easier."
"Not always," Heero walked closer to Duo. H reached out a hand and placed it
on Duo's shoulder, " Show me."
Duo looked into the cold eyes of Heero Yuy, then put a shaky hand on Heero's
shoulder. Duo ran his hand behind Heero's neck then gently brought Heero's
lips to his. Duo could feel Heero's hands encase him and tighten around him.
Heero probed Duo's lips with his tongue, Duo opened his mouth; allowing Heero
to deepen the kiss. When they finally separated both were out of breath.
"That was easier then I thought."
"..." Heero said nothing, only brought Duo back to him for another kiss.