Good news! Story has been found! It was "boy's bad day". Thanks to two readers. I'm working on a fluff piece for the one who PM'd me, and Emocloud I'll do one for you too. Since you did have the right one too, and the other reader only beat you to it by a couple hours. Besides, I'm in a writing mood!
Chapter Three: I'm sorry
(Duo POV)
When my head breaks above the water I start coughing violently, and I wait for Heero to surface and begin yelling at me. He doesn't follow and I begin to panic, wondering if when he gave me air, he forgot to keep enough for himself; I've always assumed he's been trained ruthlessly in all areas so that idea seems a little far-fetched. Mister perfect forgetting his own need for oxygen? Not likely. He must have gotten tangled too.
By the time I get back under the water and spot him, he's not moving and his mouth is open ever so slightly. I reach down and hoist him up to surface by his arm, dragging him to the shore where he remains immobile. I can only be extremely thankful to G right now for ensuring I at least learned how to do CPR before sending me dirt-side.
I pinch his nose shut and seal my lips over his, trying the whole while to remind myself that this was not voluntary on his part, so swiping my tongue over his lips would be a no-no. Pulling back, I press firmly on his chest to force the air back out so his lungs can kick start.
It takes several minutes before I'm ready to give up; his body won't respond, and I don't know what else to do. I was supposed to be the one to drown, not him. What did he ever do? Heero is too perfect to die. I can feel the sting of tears running down my face as I lean over him again, bringing my hand up to his neck to feel for a pulse, and lowering my lips to press lightly against his. "You aren't supposed to kill yourself to save me, I'm the expendable one you idiot." I murmur as I rest my forehead against his, still searching for a pulse.
Next thing I know, I'm being covered in vomit and water. I lean back and wipe it off my face as Heero rolls onto his side and retches up even more lake water, I'm not sure if I should be relieved or pissed that he waited until I was in the direct line of fire, to wake up.
I settle for mild annoyance as he slowly eases himself into a sitting position, fixing me with his cobalt eyes and a look of pure anger; as if he's the one who was vomited on and not the other way around. I can't account for what has his knickers in a twist – he stalked me out here and jumped in after me, not the other way around, I should be the one who is pissed – and he doesn't leave me in the dark for long.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He growls, his arms are shaking as he tries to push himself to his feet.
Oh, he's pissed because he had to save my ass again. Twice in one day. Despite the fact that I had already assumed as much, it still hurt to know that he didn't really care.
"How can you be so selfish?" Heero sways slightly as he finally manages to stand up, and his glare softens fractionally as he takes a hesitant step towards me. "Without all of us, the colonies won't stand a chance." He halts his movements and resumes his hard glare.
"Yeah, yeah." I mumble dropping my gaze to my bare feet and I suddenly realize I'm almost completely naked. I've been standing here, getting scolded by the guy I'm in love with, in my soaked boxers, and I'm pretty sure they're clinging enough that he could see everything. Lucky for me it's too cold for me to embarrass myself any further.
"I would rather have followed you into town to find drugs! Even that would be exponentially less stupid!" He starts shivering, and I assume that the chilly air is getting to him too, until I realize the water on his face is not from the lake.
There's something about tears, it makes them glow under the moonlight, and that makes me feel like a monster. Not to mention confused. I was fairly certain that Heero didn't have tear ducts – I mean, he's never even cried reflexively when he gets a face full of dirt. But here he is, crying. Is it because I almost drowned? Is it because he almost drowned? Why?
"Why are you…" My tongue freezes as he brings a hand up to rub away a line of salty tears from his cheek. "Why do you act like care all of the sudden? You hate me!" Whoa. Where the hell did that come from? That was not what I meant to say.
Heero is slowly turning red, and his lips are forming the most screwed up scowl he's ever pulled off. I think he's about to scream like a frustrated kid.
In the time it takes me to blink, he's darted towards me and I feel his fist meet my cheek with bruising force. I stumbled backwards and fall into the shallow edge of the lake, spluttering and staring at him in shock.
"BAKA!" His voice breaks part way through his shout, and he stomps his foot in frustration. He looks a lot like Relena at the moment – well, the way she did the last time she found us and I dragged Heero away from her by his elbow. Good times.
"I do! I do hate you!" He's nearly tugging out his hair, and my heart is shattering inside my chest as he confirms the worst of my fears. "I hate you because you won't get out of my head! I hate you because you never think before you act and I always have to fix you when you break." A small hiccup escapes him, but his tears have now stopped and he looks as hurt as I feel.
Silence surrounds us as his words sink in, and I can feel a tiny flicker of hope. He thinks about me, and he thinks I'm reckless. I can't argue the latter, but I could point out that he is twice as reckless as I am, and I have never asked him to patch me up when I get injured. I can tell that would be the wrong thing to say, however. "I'm sorry…"
