"He drew this?" Quatre looked at the drawing, and then set it down on the table. Trowa picked it up next, and wondered what had happened to Duo in that room that made him draw such a picture. He hadn't left him for long, and when he left the paper was blank. What was it that triggered such anger? They had a basic grasp of what Duo as endured, but because of how vague Duo was being, there were many gaps.
"Alright look. Everything we are doing is not helping him at all. What are we going to do now? Let him suppress all of his anger? Obviously he's still mad at us." Heero said snatching the picture from Trowa and looking at the different shading between the sharp jagged edges.
"Why don't we just stop treating him like a glass doll, and piss him off enough so he lets it out. " Wufei suggested.
"And traumatize him further?" Quatre said shocked.
"If it'll work." Wufei said slowly.
"Well I disagree." Quatre defended his voice getting higher.
"When did you become a doctor Quatre? Since when has it been just your call?" Wufei yelled. He stood up from the table and Quatre followed him, staring at him angrily.
"Stop it!" everyone turned their heads, and all eyes locked on Duo, standing in the doorway crouched on his crutches. "It's not anyone's 'call'. You talk about me as if I'm a sick pet you're trying to decide to put to sleep!" He stopped a moment to look at them all. Quatre and Wufei had sat down, their anger had immediately diminished and shame took over. "You want to know what I feel? You want to know what I fucking feel!" he yelled, "Well here it is. I hate you guys! I hate you! You have no idea what those people did to me, but I have secretly hoped that you would know. I wish you'd know what it was like to be beaten with a crow bar, to have your fingers broken one by one. You sit there asking me 'how are you' just hoping I'd get over it and get back to my old self. But that's not happening because every ounce of compassion I ever had has been sucked out me." His eyes flared. He closed them, and when he spoke next, his voice was softer, "I hate you guys. I'll never forgive you." His face went stone cold, eyes dull.
"Duo…" Heero started, but for once there were no words. They had gotten what they wanted.
"I'm leaving."
"Stop Duo!" Quatre cried out, as Duo turned and limped out the door. Quatre got up out of his chair and followed Duo. Trowa, Wufei and Heero weren't far behind as Quatre grabbed Duo's arm to stop him.
"Let me go!" Duo swatted at him, and Quatre let go but went in front of him to block his path. "Move," Duo growled in a dangerous voice.
"I'm not moving." Quatre said back, "Not till you listen to me."
"What more could you possibly say?"
"Why don't you see how they brain washed you? They made you think that we weren't trying. And even though we have told you over and over again that we were searching like crazy, you haven't believed us because of them. They never told you that they lost 78 men to us. We kept capturing them and every time they committed suicide. You think you're free, but you'll never be free if you think like that. Why don't you believe us?"
"You see, that's where you're wrong. I'm not free of them. I'll never be free."
"You can try Duo."
"I'd like to see you do it."
"I would at least try."
"I've been trying." Duo said in a suddenly unsure voice.
"Will you let us in Duo? Please? Can you please forgive us?" Quatre begged.
Duo looked back and forth between the guys who stood in the hall. The thoughts jumbled in his head. If they didn't care about me, they would have let me go. But they didn't come! They left me there! But they tried? They don't…they do…
"Duo!" they gasped, as Duo suddenly slumped over nearly hitting the ground before they caught him.
Well here was #7. What did you think? What do you think is wrong with Duo?
