WARNING: YAOI, SAP, PROBABLY SOME OOC, GORE, CITURS, LANGUAGE, ANGST.

Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys, or GW. Ya, ya.

AN: YAY! It's finally done! I know from reading the first few sentances or so, it doesn't look like it changed, but believe me, it has changed. I practically changed the course of history for cryin' out loud...okay maybe not quite THAT much, but it's changed a lot. RR. You guys are deserting me here! I'll cry, if you guys desert me.

Half Angel

Dreamer

Heero couldn't stop fidgeting, for some reason he always had to be in motion. He was currently drumming his hands on his thighs, not really aware that he was doing so. He watched the other team members' bustle about getting dressed, and ready for the game. Personally, Heero was ready a long time ago, and the suspense was killing him.

What's wrong with me? He asked himself, folding his arms across his chest so they would stop moving. Unfortunately, it didn't do anything for soon he noticed his toes wriggling inside his sneakers. Why was he so antsy? He was never like this before a game. Sure, there was always that adrenalin rush, but never anything like this.

His mind began running though all the things that have been on his mind lately when finally, his thoughts fell on Duo, and his emotions surged. Well, that's what's causing the problem. After several more minutes, he identified it as nervousness. He was nervous about going out there, and playing in front of Duo…but why? Duo had watched plenty of his other games, so why was he getting nervous now?

"Hey Heero," he was jostled out of his thoughts by the coach standing beside him. "You ready? We played this team last year, and we barely won, but his year I want to win by a long shot. Can you do it?"

Heero gave a small nod. "Probably."

"Great. Are you going to take that basketball scholarship to collage?"

"Probably."

"You really should continue playing, I bet that if you played hard enough, you could go professional some day."

Heero gazed thoughtfully. "Maybe."

The coach clapped him on the shoulder hard enough to temporarily knock the wind out of him. "Good luck out there Heero, and win this one for me." With that, he was gone, and Heero faintly heard the leadership students telling the crowd information about the two teams that were supposed to be playing.

Ch, I'm not doing this for you, Heero thought as he glared after his coach.

He pushed himself from the wall, and went to stand near the door to wait for his name to be called. While he waited he tried to calm his nerves, but his heart didn't want to slow down, combined with the adrenalin, and the nervousness.

Good luck Heero, he thought to himself. He'll be watching so don't mess up now.


Duo suppressed a yawn as the two leadership students standing in the very centre of the gym rambled on, and on about the two teams. He had never liked these before game talks…well he never really liked being at these games period, but it was something that had to be done for appearances sake. This time, however, he was actually looking forward to watching the game. He knew why, and a part of him tried to clamp down on the feelings, but he couldn't help it. He was falling, and he was falling hard.

All day he was having a terrible time trying to concentrate on his classes. His mind kept wandering back to earlier that morning in the hall. He now knew that Heero had feelings for him, and he just couldn't keep lying to himself, and denying that he didn't return some of those feelings as well. He felt…weird that he barely knew Heero, and yet, he found himself unable to think of much else. It's not like he wanted to jump in bed with the guy right at that moment. It was all so confusing, he didn't love the guy, but what he felt was perhaps a little more than just a crush. He wanted to get to know Heero as a friend, and yet, he wanted to be more someday too. It was so weird, and he vaguely remembered feeling something like this for someone else, but it was a girl instead of another guy.

He had liked her a lot, even though he barely knew her, and it was somewhere in between a crush, and love. Though, two weeks later, he got over it. Maybe the same will happen here.

He was jostled out of his thoughts by the sound of Heero's name echoing through out the gym. He blinked, and saw Heero just entering the court, waving to the crowd. He broke into a slow jog, and hi-fived a few people on the sidelines that Duo presumed were some of his other friends. Heero continued to jog around the gym, and Duo noticed that the other players were doing the same when they came out.

He shrugged, not quite understanding the reason for this, and made a mental note to ask someone about it later.

Heero basked in the crowds' cheers, and screams, knowing full well that Duo was watching his every move. He kept himself jogging around the court to warm up his legs, and also to keep an erection at bay. He knew how hard it was to run with a hard on.

He too had a hard time concentrating on his classes, and one of his teachers had even pulled him aside, and asked him what was wrong. He shook his head people worry too much.

The nervousness was still fluttering about his stomach, but it was less now that he was warming up. He chatted with his team members as he jogged, and soon the coach called them from beside a box of basketballs.

Heero glanced up at Duo as his team jogged in. He looked stunning, even though he wore the same outfit as earlier that morning. The bright lights in the gym shone on his hair making the silky mass ripple with every move of his head. He felt the adrenalin surge as he locked eye contact with him for a moment, and saw the bright, never-ending pools. Some say that the eyes are windows to the soul, and Heero believed it. He believed that if he looked hard enough, he could see right into Duo's deepest, most secret desires.

They started practising jump shots, and other things they thought they had trouble with. Heero, himself was working on his jump shots, and was glad to have the time to do so before the game. He knew he was having a bit of trouble with them. His main problem is that he can't keep balanced when he's in the air, and that causes him to miss a lot of the time.

Finally, the ref blew his whistle, singling the end of the warm up session, and Heero threw his ball into the box before lining up for the tip off. He waited impatiently wondering why the other team was taking so long. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a lean, well-built teen approached. He had black hair that hung in his ebony eyes in thin stands. On any other day, Heero would be licking his lips at the sight, but today was different, today, Duo was watching.

"Hey pretty boy," the other teen spoke, putting his face unnecessarily close to Heero's. Heero took a step back to put some distance between them. "I've heard about you. You're the guy who whipped us last year. Well, it's not going to happen again."

He's new, Heero thought. This sad excuse for a player was a junior on his team. Bingo, weak point. Never have juniors if it can be avoided, they tend to be too cocky, and over confident, it could put the team in jeopardy of losing the game.

"Ready boys?" the referee asked, balancing the ball on the palm of his hand.

Both players nodded.

"I'll see you after the game pretty boy." The junior sneered as the referee threw the ball into the air.

Heero was already tense, and sprung easily. He knocked it out of the air, and towards someone on his team. Then, he ran like hell towards the visitors net, and waited. The ball came to him, followed by about four bigger guys. He caught the ball, and did a clever jump shot, scoring them their first point of the game.

Heero glanced at the clock, and smirked, a new record.

Duo bristled as he saw the raven-haired boy put his face close to Heero's, and smirked as Heero backed away, scowling. Then, he was rendered speechless at just how fast Heero could move. In about five seconds flat, they scored their first basket. The other team didn't have a chance.

Duo stood along with the rest of they gym, and screamed.

Heero's eyes flickered towards him as he jogged back for another tip off. Duo felt the temperature in the room increase a few degrees just knowing that Heero was singling him out of all of the people in the gym. He swallowed hard, and sat down, intent on hiding the bulge in the front of his jeans.

Quatre smirked, and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "I saw that."

Duo smacked his smartly on the arm. "Shut up."

The same teen greeted him for the second tip off. Heero rolled his eyes. Great. He decided as soon as this raven-haired teen had first talked to him that he absolutely loathed him. He was cocky, and thought he should rule the world. He hated people like that.

"That was lucky pretty boy. It won't happen again."

"What's your name?" Heero asked, then grinned wickedly, and Heero Yuy grinning was quite the sight. "I like to know the name of the people I leave in the dust."

The other teen gave a grin of his own, but it was more of a smirk. "John, Jonathan Tyler O'Neil, best basketball player my school has ever known."

"The best huh? Then if you're so good than why can't you beat me?"

John's smirk was wiped right off his face just as the referee threw the ball into the air. Heero, and John both jumped, and to Heero's surprise, he saw that John was going to win the ball over. He grunted, and stretched his body just that extra inch, and hit the ball once again to his team.

As he was landing, he 'accidentally' bumped his hip into the other teen, just hard enough to make him lose his balance. He landed on his side on the hard, gym floor, whimpering pathetically.

Heero scowled down at him, and was temped with the idea of kicking him, but that would be just low. "My name is Heero, and I don't take kindly to pet names."

"REF! Fowl! That was a fowl!" the other coach yelled.

The referee just shrugged, saying that he hadn't seen anything. The visitors' team glared at him, and Heero knew he had to watch his back. They were pissed now.

Duo nearly fell over laughing as Heero took out the black-haired boy, and didn't even get a fowl for it. Everyone knew that the referee was favouring the home team, and everyone knew that he had seen that fowl. People were cheering, and encouraging the ref. Duo wouldn't be surprised if the coach had even gone as far as bribed him. Normally, they didn't need a faulty ref, but the coach wasn't taking any chances with this team. They had barely beaten this team last year, and the coach would be heart broken if they lost even one game of the season.

As Duo watched the game progress, he realised that the raven-haired boy was the visitor's weakness. Heero, and his team kept going after him deliberately, and most of the time, they succeeded in getting past him, but the other team eventually got smarter. They started guarding the other boy so no one could get to him.

Personally, Duo didn't know why the coach didn't just pull him off, but as he looked at the visitor's sidelines, he saw two other smaller boys. They looked uncertain, and nervous, defiantly juniors. The raven-haired boy that was playing out there now was probably the best junior they had. The others all looked bigger, and more certain of themselves.

He watched the rest of the game, cheering when their team got a basket, and booing when the other team got one. He never took his eyes off Heero, and he licked his lips unconsciously as a sheen of sweat appeared on Heero's body.

Heero allowed himself a feeble 'yay' after their 31st basket, but he was getting tired. He was doing most of the work, and all his other team members expected so much of him, but he couldn't keep this up forever.

He bent over, and put his hands on his knees, panting for breath. He parted his lips, and tried to fill his lungs, but they were burning so bad. He needed a rest he just couldn't do this.

He lifted his head, and gazed at the coach who was watching him anxiously from the other side of the gym. Their eyes met, and he nodded. The coach sighed, and waved him over.

Slowly, he straightened his spine, feeling the bones pop, and walked over to the benches, trying not to go too quickly, and strain himself further.

"I need a rest coach," he panted, collapsing on the bench. "I can't do this by myself."

His coach kneeled in front of him. "Can you play after a rest?"

Heero nodded, and snagged his water bottle from under the bench. He downed the whole thing in just a few seconds. "Yea, I'll be fine once I get some liquids in me, and just sit for a while." He began to fan himself with his hand, being way too overheated.

The coach nodded, and signalled to the ref to continue the game. He took a fresh ice pack out of a small cooler, and put it on Heero's exposed neck. Heero shivered, and took the pack from his coach, mumbling a grateful 'thank you', and turning to watch the game.

Duo began to squirm, becoming quite uncomfortable with a hard on as Heero stumbled towards the benches. Heero's eyes were tired, and his chest was heaving in an attempt to take in well-needed air. Heero's long bangs were plastered to his forehead, and his shirt was soaked right through with sweat. He licked his lips for the millionth time in the last ten minutes as Heero collapsed on the bench, and started drinking from his water bottle. Duo loved to watch how his throat worked, and just how quickly he took down all that water. The chocolate-haired teen was listening to something the coach was saying as he wiped an ice pack over his neck, and arms. He saw the relief come into Heero's eyes at the coolness, and he wished that he were that ice pack.

Duo almost came right there in his pants as Heero stripped off his soaked t-shirt, and the coach handed him another pack to wipe down his back, and chest with. Heero's muscles ripped under his flawless skin as he stretched to reach his lower back. Duo watched as his eyes fluttered closed in relief.

Duo tugged at the bottom of his shirt, trying to cover his crotch, but his shirt was too short. Damn, he should have worn something baggy today.

"Stop squirming Duo." Quatre teased.

"Shut up Quatre." Duo gritted out.

The coach brought him his extra t-shirt-he always made sure the coach had an extra-and he was ready to go. He had another sip of water, and jumped to his feet. The coach called a time out, and Heero was off.

He glanced at the scoreboard as he jogged out onto the court. It was currently 31 points for their team, and 36 points for the other. The points Heero managed to score before he sat out to rest managed to keep them mostly ahead, but the team couldn't quite hold it together.

He sighed inwardly, this was gonna be an adventure.

He had felt Duo's eyes on him during the whole time he was on the benches. He could feel his desire, almost as if it was his own, and he hoped his seduction tactics proved successful. He knew what most people thought of his body, and he knew just how to use it to his advantage.

Heero lined up for yet another tip off, but this time, another, bigger player faced him. Heero regarded him for a moment. He was much bigger than him by at least three feet, and he was defiantly a senior. No problem.

Heero bent his legs slightly at the knees, and flexed his arms as he nodded to the referee. The other teen didn't say a word as the ref threw the ball up, nor did he speak when he lost the tip off.

The game was back in motion. Heero's team members looked relieved to see him return to the court, and helped him even up the score. In about fifteen minutes, the scores were even, and Heero was barely winded. He had had his rest, and that was all he needed.

Duo cheered as time, and time again, Heero shot the ball into the basket. They were quickly catching up to the other team with Heero's aid, and with any luck, they would win this, and head onto the finals.

He was still having trouble with his raging hormones, but now that they were catching up, everyone's mind was one the game, and soon, Duo's erection was gone completely. Unfortunately, it didn't stay gone long because a few minutes after he noticed it missing, his mind began to produce very erotic, and disturbing fantasies causing it to return. Duo gave the air in front of his nose his best glare. Why do these things have to happen to me? And why the hell did Heero have to be so damn gorgeous anyway?

Heero was currently dribbling the ball across the gym at a tremendous speed, fending off the opposing team with practised ease. He dodged, and spun out of the way, always keeping the ball out of reach, but he didn't see John come rushing at him from right in his blind spot.

Duo sat shocked for a moment, his brain frozen as soon as he realised what was happening. He couldn't just sit here someone would get hurt.

"Heero!" Duo was on his feet now, and he barely noticed it when his legs began to carry him down the bleachers. "Look out!"

Heero turned just in time to see the boy tackle him to the ground. He gasped as his head slammed into the floor, rendering him unconscious before he even knew what had happened. John was delivering harsh blows to Heero's face when Duo tackled him. Duo wasn't at all expecting the boy to recover from the blow so quickly, and he cried out in surprise as he was flipped, and pinned beneath the other teen, his hipbones grinding into the hard floor.

"Hey pretty boy." He drawled, using the exact same line as he had on Heero.

"My name...is...Duo!" With a growl, Duo used his weight, and flipped John off his stomach. He was about to charge again when several sets of hands grabbed him, and held him fast.

"You goddamn bastard!" Duo shouted as he strained to get away from Wufei, and Trowa who were holding him. "Do you not have any decency what's so ever? You make me sick!"

The other teen smirked at Duo, wiping away a small amount of blood from his mouth. "What's the matter pretty boy? Can't handle what you are? A slut?"

That's it! Duo's eyes flashed with a rage he had never felt before, and with a sudden, violent wrench, he freed himself from his friends, and charged. The teenager was on the ground before anyone could blink. Duo managed to bring his fist up to strike the other boy in the face, just as he received a harsh blow to his ribs. He was weakened now, and the other boy knew it, and aimed for that place again, and again.

No one noticed when Heero regained consciousness.

"You goddamn bastard!" Heero stirred at that voice. He knew it was familiar, but it was lathered to so much anger, and hatred he almost didn't recognise it.

He cracked his eyes open just in time to see Duo tackle the raven-haired boy. Heero watched in shock as Duo took a beating to the ribs, and he almost threw up as a sickening crack, and a shrill scream erupted from the braided teen.

"Duo." He said weakly, attempting to get up, but gentle hands held him still.

"Shhh, Heero, just lie still," the voice was soft, and gentle, but it spoke in broken sobs.

Heero gazed up into deep, aquamarine pools surrounded by light, blonde hair. It was the blonde that Duo was always with he realized. He was crying, and the salty tears slid onto Heero's cheeks. Quatre was cushioning his head on his lap, but he wasn't looking at Duo. He knew what had just happened.

Duo screamed, feeling his vocal cords rip as he felt his ribs shatter. Then, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The raven-haired boy was gone, and Wufei, and Trowa were crouched beside him, looking like they were going to be sick.

Fire was burning in his ribs, and he glanced down to see how bad he was hurt. He turned his head just in time to vomit. Oh god, his ribs were defiantly shattered, and he was having a hard time breathing. Three of his ribs had punctured his skin, and were sticking out of his body; warm blood was oozing out onto the floor, staining his clothes. His vision was pure white at the edges, and he had a hard time focusing on what was going on around him.

Teachers, and students alike were crowding around him, and he heard someone say something about an ambulance, and hospital. His eyes widened in fear. No! No! He couldn't go back, not there! It hurt so much.

"No," he whimpered, closing his eyes, and feeling tears creeping down his cheeks. "I can't…go back…too painful. They can't make me."

"Shhhh," Wufei whispered, stroking Duo's brow gently. "It's alright Duo, we're here. You're safe."

"You can't let them…take me…hurts so much." Duo continued to whimper.

"We're here Duo," Trowa reassured him, his voice thick with emotion. "It's all going to be okay."

"Hurts so much Tro."

"I know."

Trowa bit his bottom lip in concern. He had shouted at someone to call an ambulance, but he didn't know what to do now. Duo was bleeding badly, and he didn't think that it could be stopped without moving his ribs.

Not knowing what else to do, he get to his feet, and started shouting at the students, and even some teachers who weren't doing anything to help Duo to leave. He herded all the students, and most of the teachers out before he was satisfied. The last thing Duo needed right now was a crowd.

When he turned back to Duo he saw fresh tears in Wufei's eyes, and Heero was stumbling across the gym with Quatre behind him, nagging him to sit down. Trowa caught the unfocused, glazed look in Heero's eyes, and knew right away that he shouldn't be walking.

With a sigh, Trowa approached Heero, and caught him by the arm as he almost kissed the ground. "Easy there," he said. "You should sit down Heero. You probably have a concussion."

Heero didn't speak, just merely shook his head, and waved him away, but Trowa refused to be pushed away by him.

"You need to sit down," he insisted. "If it's Duo you're concerned about I assure you he will be fine."

Heero's eyes tried to focus on him, but Trowa could tell that he couldn't really see him. "Duo…will be alright?"

Trowa nodded, and started walking back towards the bleachers. "He'll be fine, just sit down, and you must not fall asleep. If you do, you might not wake up again."

Trowa gently guided Heero into a sitting position, and told Quatre to stay with him, but his blood ran cold at the sound he heard as he turned around.

Wufei was panicking. Duo was whimpering softly, and most of the things he says aren't coherent, but what he can make out is always hysterical gibberish about not going back to the hospital. Wufei had tried to calm him down, but whenever he spoke, Duo didn't seem to hear him, and kept on whimpering.

Suddenly, Duo's back arched right off the floor, and he screamed in pain. A scream that the whole school could hear, and a dreadful sound that made the blood go cold.

He felt helpless, as all he could do was hold Duo's hand, and watch him writhe in pain.

Duo felt like he was dying. The fire was licking its way across his body, and his head throbbed painfully. He couldn't focus on anything around him. He could tell that someone was speaking to him, but he couldn't make out the words. It was almost as if he was in a whole different world, separated from everyone.

The fire in him surged, and his back arched unconsciously as a scream he barely heard was torn from his throat. Before the pain could subside he passed out, and fell into a painless world of bliss.

Wufei went pale as Duo's body went limp after the last bout of pain. He shot a worried glance at Trowa as the taller teen kneeled on the other side of Duo. He didn't look happy.

"He shouldn't be asleep." Trowa said, shaking Duo's shoulder gently, but not enough to jar his ribs.

"Why not? If it takes the pain away-"

"He has a concussion Wufei. I don't know just how big it is, but he might never wake up now."

Quatre collapsed on the bleachers beside Heero; his back was stiff, and his face pale as a sheet. Fresh tears were constantly spilling from his eyes, but not one sound fell from his lips.

Duo had gone limp not long ago, and at least he had stopped screaming, but he was still scared. It wasn't good from what he overheard from Trowa.

Quatre nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned his head, and saw Heero's unfocused eyes. The other teen wasn't close enough to be uncomfortable, but just close enough as if he was trying to reassure him that everything would be all right.

"Are you okay Heero?" he asked.

Heero didn't nod for fear his headache might come back. "Yea, I'm alright. What about you? Are you going to be all right? You don't look good."

He didn't feel good either. He felt distant almost as if he was living in a dream.

"I'll be alright."

Heero gave him a look, and trailed the pad of his thumb through the tear streaks on Quatre's pale skin, empathizing his point.

Quatre sighed. "Okay, I won't be alright, but I want to be strong for once."

"You are strong, but just in your own way," Heero blinked away a wave of dizziness. "Let other people carry this burden for once."

Quatre smiled, and it was genuine, despite his tears. "Thank you Heero."

Wufei was so relieved when the paramedics arrived, and as they were wheeling Duo into the ambulance, he called Dianna. She was shocked, and was heading down to the hospital. He smirked; she would probably get there before the ambulance did if she didn't get pulled over by the cops.
Heero was almost asleep when he was shaken rather roughly. His eyes snapped open, and he glared at the paramedic in front of him. She didn't even acknowledge his death glare as she helped him to his feet, and inside the ambulance. He was directed to a small seat at Duo's head, and paramedics hooked him up to an I.V.

"Rest now," he heard someone say in his ear. "You can sleep, it's okay."

Almost instantly, Heero slumped against the side of the ambulance, and was out like a light.

Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei all piled into Trowa's car, and not even making sure he was buckled in, Trowa hit the gas, and he was off. He was furious that the paramedics didn't let at least one of them stay with Duo, they had decided to bring Heero along instead, and treat him on the way to the hospital.

He just prayed that Duo didn't regain consciousness until one of them was there. Duo would be scared out of his wits in a hospital, and he didn't even know what he would do if he felt insecure.

Hold on Duo.

AN: Yea, I know I rushed the last four, or five paragraphs, but this story was peeving me off. If you had noticed, I also boosted to rating up a notch. I don't think this fic, is rated R yet, but there's no sense if being prepared, and doesn't have a 14A or something, so I would have to guess the rating is somewhere in the middle. Anyway, I'm almost done the fourth chapter, and let me tell you, I'm very happy with it so far. (and that's a very good thing. )

Anyway, I also removed some of the sap. I don't mind a bit of it, but I went really overboard on the original ch. 3 ne?

Thanks for all the reviews I got so far, and a special thanks to Koorime 13, also known as Faye. Isn't it weird? Fei, and Faye? They're pronounced exactly the same...I think. Anyway, don't stop reviewing people! I only have...18 so far! I wanna try, and get at least up to thirty before the month is done. Remember, the more reviews I get the faster I write...sometimes. lol. Depends on how hard the story is to write.

Anywho, keep an eye out for ch. 4 in LIPS (Life is Pain Series) I'm almost done it, I swear!

Half Angel