Prologue
He turned, spinning in the rain as I watched. Why did he love it so much? I would never know because he would never tell me, I knew that much. I chuckled, shaking my head. Duo had just been released from the hospital the week before. The accident had left him with no memory and I was determined not to let him remember anything from his past. It would crush him more than when he had done it at first. What surprised me, was that the first question he had asked was about the scars on his arms. I had clenched my jaw and refused to answer but, thanks to his prodding, I blamed it on the accident, knowing full well he had done it to himself.
"Wufei!" the braided teen laughed, jumping the stairs to the porch. "When did you say those people were coming to visit us?" I looked him over, smiling softly at his soaked figure. His hair, cut to his waist and left from its usual braid, clung to his face and arms, like his clothes to the rest of his body. I felt tears burning at the backs of my eyes, by forced them back.
"In an hour or so, silly," I laughed before pushing him inside of the small house we shared. "Go get changed and dry your hair some," he obeyed, grinning like a little kid.
An hour passed and Quatre, Heero, and Trowa were at the door. Thirty minutes after that, Noah and Tori appeared, looking as bored as always.
"Hello!" Duo laughed as he walked from the back, obviously haven taken a shower instead of just changing and drying his hair. "I'm Duo," Quatre gave a quivering sigh, but smiled up at the cheerful teen. "Wufei hasn't said much about you guys, though. Just your names and I cant really remember them," he took a seat on the couch beside me and I ruffled his hair some.
Trowa played along, having decided it best not to drag up the past. "I'm Trowa Barton. Its nice to meet you, Duo," this sent the violet-eyed boy into a fit of happy giggles.
"I cant believe Wufei didn't bother saying anything about us," Quatre giggled, covering his mouth with his hand. "But I'm Quatre Rabera Winner," he smiled the old smile he had always had before Duo's accident. It made me want to cry, thinking of how his accident had caused them so much pain, even more on my part.
Heero and the twins slowly introduced themselves and before anyone could get a conversation started, Noah's cellphone rang. She ran to the next room to talk in private and so we could get to a round of chit-chat. We did, simply because she threatened to break our necks if we listened in. They left after awhile, Noah grinning from ear to ear for the first time since the attack on Tokyo Tower a year ago. At least this would help Duo get back to normal. Old friends that he had never met would help him get back to normal..
As we crawled into bed that night, I smiled. I was thankful that the plane hadn't taken Duo with the rest of the passengers to where ever they were supposed to go. I was thankful I still had him. Maybe he hadn't died because the whole thing about him being Shinigami was true and thanks to that, he couldn't die. Yes. It was that. He was my Shinigami. My Duo. My little surviver. And he would never leave me. Never.
A/N: Based off a picture my aunt did. Yes, a picture. I dont know why, it just came to me. xP
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