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Plot: eventual 1x2 and 3x4 yaoi possibly lemon, Heero comes back from a mission 24 hours late and injured, but when Duo tries to help him, Heero acts like an asshole. Why?
Warnings for this chap: language, implied 3x4
Enjoy! : )
CHAPTER ONE
"Where is he?" Quatre wailed.
Duo tried to conceal his envy as he watched Trowa come up behind the petite blonde and tenderly wrap his arms around the Quatre's waist, hugging him. He lowered his lips to Quatre's ear and began whispering. God, they were lucky to have each other.
Duo sucked in the film of water forming across his eyes. Heero was coming back. Of course he was. He had to! He was the Perfect Soldier. The Perfect, fucking, Soldier. And Duo was the God of Death. The God of Death who killed those he loved. Duo clenched his teeth and swallowed the small sob climbing up his throat. 'Damnit, Heero, where are you?'
The safehouse was silent except for Quatre's quiet, muffled sobs. It was horrible listening, you could tell he'd lost hope. Everyone thought Heero was dead. Even Wufei didn't tell Quatre to 'shut up' for once.
Flexing his hands, Duo glanced fleetingly at Wufei, who had propped his ass rigidly on the edge of the couch. He was ashen, who would've guessed he cared about Heero so much? Did Heero even know how much they cared? No, of course not, Heero Yuy wasn't human ___
Suddenly the door was flung open and Heero staggered in, bleeding all over the carpet. He loosely clutched a bloodied gun in his hand and his hair was matted to his face with red. His clothes were torn and his eyes looked glassy. But when he entered the room, everyone just stared.
'So he is human,' Duo thought, staring in shock.
Glacial, Prussian eyes raked them all raw as dead-sounding words left Heero's split lips, "I failed," he whispered.
Seeing Heero wobble on his feet, Duo broke from his trance. He burst from the living room with a sharp cry. "Heero!" Duo exclaimed and caught the Japanese boy before he collapsed on the carpet. "What the hell, Heero?"
Quatre brushed Trowa's arms aside and ran to Heero's other side. "Heero, what happened?" He cried, "Where are you hurt?"
Trowa lingered behind, a look of shock flitting across his features and then disappearing before anyone noticed. Heero looked - no - sounded, pretty messed up. Heero's voice made Trowa suspect that the inner wounds were far more dangerous than the outer. His eyes flicked to Wufei briefly. The Chinese boy had no expression; his trademark scowl had vanished for the moment.
"H-Heero, can you walk?" Duo stammered; his heart racing. Gods, what the hell had happened to Heero? What had put that look in his eyes?
Heero turned on Duo. "I don't need you," he said with a voice of cold steel.
Duo's violet orbs widened, "what?" He shook his head, "No, you need help, Heero. Look at you, you-you'll die if you don't get hel___"
There was a loud slap as Duo's back hit the opposite wall. Heero had slammed him in the face with enough force to send him flying. From where he sat, Duo snapped his head up and glared at Heero, "what the fuck?" He snarled, wiping a rivulet of blood off his chin with the back of his hand.
"Heero..?" Quatre whispered in shock, pulling back slightly.
"I don't need you, Duo," Heero repeated coldly, straightening despite his wounds.
"The fuck you don't!" Duo leapt to his feet with a wince, and then stormed forward, his temper flaring in his large violet eyes.
When Duo was an arm length away, Heero whipped his arm up surprisingly fast and stuck the barrel of his gun right between Duo's saucer-shaped, startled purple eyes. "Don't." Heero warned.
Duo opened his mouth but no sound issued forth. Swallowing the hard lump past his throat, he tried again, "Heero?" Duo croaked, tears glistening in his eyes.
Heero's face went blank. A cold, indifferent look masked his features.
It scared him. "Why, Heero...?" Duo pleaded with watery eyes.
Heero's heart turned inside his chest. Fuck, he was fucking up again. He needed to do this. To have some small success, in a completely destroyed mission. Heero looked deep into the violet-eyed boy's eyes. They were round, glowing with life and beauty. 'I can't.' Heero thought. 'I can't extinguish something so bright.'
Heero ruthlessly squelched the emotions that rolled over him and locked them all away. 'I must kill him.' The air around him felt heavy, Duo's face blurred. Heero could barely move his lips, "because I need you." he whispered, and pulled the trigger.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE
Do u want more? Review me review me! If you can be bothered, that is. Anyway, unless u really have something against me, like I've offended you, tell us, and I'll remove myself.
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Pleeease review me coz I no im crap and I need confidence
Plot: eventual 1x2 and 3x4 yaoi possibly lemon, Heero comes back from a mission 24 hours late and injured, but when Duo tries to help him, Heero acts like an asshole. Why?
Warnings for this chap: language, implied 3x4
Enjoy! : )
CHAPTER ONE
"Where is he?" Quatre wailed.
Duo tried to conceal his envy as he watched Trowa come up behind the petite blonde and tenderly wrap his arms around the Quatre's waist, hugging him. He lowered his lips to Quatre's ear and began whispering. God, they were lucky to have each other.
Duo sucked in the film of water forming across his eyes. Heero was coming back. Of course he was. He had to! He was the Perfect Soldier. The Perfect, fucking, Soldier. And Duo was the God of Death. The God of Death who killed those he loved. Duo clenched his teeth and swallowed the small sob climbing up his throat. 'Damnit, Heero, where are you?'
The safehouse was silent except for Quatre's quiet, muffled sobs. It was horrible listening, you could tell he'd lost hope. Everyone thought Heero was dead. Even Wufei didn't tell Quatre to 'shut up' for once.
Flexing his hands, Duo glanced fleetingly at Wufei, who had propped his ass rigidly on the edge of the couch. He was ashen, who would've guessed he cared about Heero so much? Did Heero even know how much they cared? No, of course not, Heero Yuy wasn't human ___
Suddenly the door was flung open and Heero staggered in, bleeding all over the carpet. He loosely clutched a bloodied gun in his hand and his hair was matted to his face with red. His clothes were torn and his eyes looked glassy. But when he entered the room, everyone just stared.
'So he is human,' Duo thought, staring in shock.
Glacial, Prussian eyes raked them all raw as dead-sounding words left Heero's split lips, "I failed," he whispered.
Seeing Heero wobble on his feet, Duo broke from his trance. He burst from the living room with a sharp cry. "Heero!" Duo exclaimed and caught the Japanese boy before he collapsed on the carpet. "What the hell, Heero?"
Quatre brushed Trowa's arms aside and ran to Heero's other side. "Heero, what happened?" He cried, "Where are you hurt?"
Trowa lingered behind, a look of shock flitting across his features and then disappearing before anyone noticed. Heero looked - no - sounded, pretty messed up. Heero's voice made Trowa suspect that the inner wounds were far more dangerous than the outer. His eyes flicked to Wufei briefly. The Chinese boy had no expression; his trademark scowl had vanished for the moment.
"H-Heero, can you walk?" Duo stammered; his heart racing. Gods, what the hell had happened to Heero? What had put that look in his eyes?
Heero turned on Duo. "I don't need you," he said with a voice of cold steel.
Duo's violet orbs widened, "what?" He shook his head, "No, you need help, Heero. Look at you, you-you'll die if you don't get hel___"
There was a loud slap as Duo's back hit the opposite wall. Heero had slammed him in the face with enough force to send him flying. From where he sat, Duo snapped his head up and glared at Heero, "what the fuck?" He snarled, wiping a rivulet of blood off his chin with the back of his hand.
"Heero..?" Quatre whispered in shock, pulling back slightly.
"I don't need you, Duo," Heero repeated coldly, straightening despite his wounds.
"The fuck you don't!" Duo leapt to his feet with a wince, and then stormed forward, his temper flaring in his large violet eyes.
When Duo was an arm length away, Heero whipped his arm up surprisingly fast and stuck the barrel of his gun right between Duo's saucer-shaped, startled purple eyes. "Don't." Heero warned.
Duo opened his mouth but no sound issued forth. Swallowing the hard lump past his throat, he tried again, "Heero?" Duo croaked, tears glistening in his eyes.
Heero's face went blank. A cold, indifferent look masked his features.
It scared him. "Why, Heero...?" Duo pleaded with watery eyes.
Heero's heart turned inside his chest. Fuck, he was fucking up again. He needed to do this. To have some small success, in a completely destroyed mission. Heero looked deep into the violet-eyed boy's eyes. They were round, glowing with life and beauty. 'I can't.' Heero thought. 'I can't extinguish something so bright.'
Heero ruthlessly squelched the emotions that rolled over him and locked them all away. 'I must kill him.' The air around him felt heavy, Duo's face blurred. Heero could barely move his lips, "because I need you." he whispered, and pulled the trigger.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE
Do u want more? Review me review me! If you can be bothered, that is. Anyway, unless u really have something against me, like I've offended you, tell us, and I'll remove myself.
Smile!
Bio!