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"Trusting You,"
Part 2
by Shi-chan
http://nothingisforever.cjb.net
Heero saw Duo's chestnut head fall and his limbs go limp, and the Wing pilot frantically called his friend's name.
"Duo! Wake up! Chotto matte!"
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Quatre in Sandrock slammed into the last offending suit--the one that had delivered Duo's final blow--just as Trowa and Wufei showed up to rejoin the battle.
He saw Wing's cockpit open and Heero dropped into the foliage below.
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Heero ran through the trees swearing repeatedly and trying to find the smoking Deathscythe.
//Dammit, Duo,// he thought. Aloud he said, "You baka, if you're dead I'll....I'll..."
/You'll what?/ his consciousness asked him silently. /He's not part of your mission. This is war. Casualties happen./
Heero ignored the conflicting views in his head and ran forward to the ruined Gundam. He scaled it quickly and clamoured inside.
Duo hadn't moved since Heero had exited Wing. His luxurious chestnut braid was streaked with blood and he lay facedown on the viewport of the cockpit, his left arm caught beneath a twisted bit of metal from the bashed in side of Deathscythe, his chest still.
//I can't be too late.// "DUO!" Heero yelled, unfastening the American's crash restraints. Taking care not to injure the braided pilot furthur, Heero turned Duo onto his back and checked for a pulse.
//Gone.//
Nothing.
The perfect soldier pumped Duo's still chest with his hands and administered artificial respiration. //PLease wake up. Duo. I need you!//
Duo still did not resume breathing.
Heero tried again, even more panicked. "Duo!" //I've lost him. I've lost him without even telling him how I feel.//
/Telling him what? He'd hate you./
//Duo's not like that.//
/Duo's not like you either. He considers himself your friend, and that's all. And with the way you treat him, I'm surprised he does./
"Shut up. Just SHUT UP!" Heero screamed, once more breathing life into Duo. This time the American boy began to choke under Heero's hands, and started breathing shallowly.
Heero touched Duo's shoulder with shaking fingers, not believing what had just happened. He cradled his friend in his arms, massaging Duo's cold hands, whispering his name over and over.
That was how Quatre found him when the Arab finally scrambled into Deathscythe's cramped cockpit, close to tears of relief--but still behind the perfect mask he had created for himself ever since he first laid eyes in this boy who had captured his heart.
"Trusting You,"
Part 2
by Shi-chan
http://nothingisforever.cjb.net
Heero saw Duo's chestnut head fall and his limbs go limp, and the Wing pilot frantically called his friend's name.
"Duo! Wake up! Chotto matte!"
-------------------
Quatre in Sandrock slammed into the last offending suit--the one that had delivered Duo's final blow--just as Trowa and Wufei showed up to rejoin the battle.
He saw Wing's cockpit open and Heero dropped into the foliage below.
-------------------
Heero ran through the trees swearing repeatedly and trying to find the smoking Deathscythe.
//Dammit, Duo,// he thought. Aloud he said, "You baka, if you're dead I'll....I'll..."
/You'll what?/ his consciousness asked him silently. /He's not part of your mission. This is war. Casualties happen./
Heero ignored the conflicting views in his head and ran forward to the ruined Gundam. He scaled it quickly and clamoured inside.
Duo hadn't moved since Heero had exited Wing. His luxurious chestnut braid was streaked with blood and he lay facedown on the viewport of the cockpit, his left arm caught beneath a twisted bit of metal from the bashed in side of Deathscythe, his chest still.
//I can't be too late.// "DUO!" Heero yelled, unfastening the American's crash restraints. Taking care not to injure the braided pilot furthur, Heero turned Duo onto his back and checked for a pulse.
//Gone.//
Nothing.
The perfect soldier pumped Duo's still chest with his hands and administered artificial respiration. //PLease wake up. Duo. I need you!//
Duo still did not resume breathing.
Heero tried again, even more panicked. "Duo!" //I've lost him. I've lost him without even telling him how I feel.//
/Telling him what? He'd hate you./
//Duo's not like that.//
/Duo's not like you either. He considers himself your friend, and that's all. And with the way you treat him, I'm surprised he does./
"Shut up. Just SHUT UP!" Heero screamed, once more breathing life into Duo. This time the American boy began to choke under Heero's hands, and started breathing shallowly.
Heero touched Duo's shoulder with shaking fingers, not believing what had just happened. He cradled his friend in his arms, massaging Duo's cold hands, whispering his name over and over.
That was how Quatre found him when the Arab finally scrambled into Deathscythe's cramped cockpit, close to tears of relief--but still behind the perfect mask he had created for himself ever since he first laid eyes in this boy who had captured his heart.