Disclaimer: I don't own any of Gundam Wing or it's characters. Suing me would be like trying to get blood from a stone.
Notes: Shonen-ai (horah), moderately dark issues, and a little bit angsty. Yeah I ripped off the title, if you know where it's from I'll warn you it has very little to do with the book/film. I suck at titles. Please read and it'd be very nice if you could review too.
Additional Notes: Well, I had posted the first 3 chapters, and then written 3 chapters ahead, my intention being to let a part drip out everyday, to tease the reader as it were. But from the reviews, I'm actually starting to feel a bit sadistic doing that. I'm too much of a softie for my own good. So I've posted all the chapters I've written, with the concluding chapter to be completed and posted tomorrow (27th Feb GMT). I hope you enjoy reading it.
Two Flew Over the Gundam Nest.
By
FreeThinker
Chapter 5-Reassment.
Duo closed the door to the hotel room. He struggled to make it to the table, where he let the bulging bag of grocery's fall unceremoniously. He then made his way over to the double bed, to check on the unconscious Heero. He was surprised that the drugs hadn't completely worn off yet, and it was no use taking a zombie through spaceport security. So he had decided to check into a hotel for a few days, to see if Heero would regain consciousness better. But there hadn't been much improvement.
It was the afternoon of the day after the successful rescue, and it was still hot and warm on the colony. Duo moved to a window and opened it fully, leaning out of it. They were about 3 stories up, and the cool breeze felt refreshing against his skin. Duo wondered if Heero was feeling hot in the room, unfortunately the room didn't have air conditioning.
The braided young man turned his attention back to the groceries, fishing out a bag of crushed ice he had brought. He found a face cloth, and headed to the bed with Heero in. Duo had changed Heero's clothes into spandex shorts and a tank top, the American somehow thought it would make him seem more like himself. But this had revealed the full extent of Heero's injuries; unknown to him from the struggle with the hospital staff a few days earlier. As well as the various bruises on his arms and body, Heero's left shoulder was slightly swollen and bruised, pulled too far by a staff member restraining him.
Duo sighed and filled the face cloth with ice and pressed it to Heero's forehead. The ice melted slightly, and when Duo wiped the ice on the rest of Heero's face, the water glistened. The violet eyed man looked at Heero's face, glad his eyes were closed now, instead of open, for it made him look less dead, and more as if he was just in a heavy slumber.
Duo left the ice pack on Heero's bruised shoulder and went back to the open window. This time he took more time to look at the view. He could see a main road from where he was, and watched the stream of cars flow. His attention was brought to closer to the hotel, and to the park next to it. Children played, care free. It reminded of a time when Heero and Duo had been…close, on earth, before Heero's disappearance. Duo had dragged his lover to an empty park, and made him sit on roundabout as the excited Death Scythe pilot had spun it around. Duo had laughed and giggled, taking the time to enjoy a piece of a childhood he never had. But Heero had just lain across the roundabout, looking up at the sky taking it all into his stride. Eventually Duo had started to feel queasy, and pulled them both off onto the cool grass. They had lain there for a while, Duo content to be with the person he cared for the most. But he had wondered if the blue eyed man was happy to be with him, however as if knowing what Duo was feeling, the Japanese wonder leaned over and kissed the now speechless American.
The braided man pulled himself back to the present, to the hotel window. He turned to see if there was any change…but Heero lay there as he had left him, ice pack on his shoulder. Duo walked back to the table, and set out what he had brought from the shops. Some of Heero's favourite ramen snacks and honey comb sweets…in case he had woken up, or rather for when he did wake up. Then he unpacked an ice cream sandwich treat, which he undid the wrapper from. His tongue gently licked the slightly melting vanilla ice cream in between the two chocolate cookies. The sweetness offered a comfort which wasn't available anywhere else at this time.
Soon the ice cream was finished, and he again made his way over to the bed. He wanted so desperately to touch and hold Heero…but was worried that he'd be taking advantage of the situation, and somehow violating Heero's personal rights. Still this in the back of his mind he lay next to Heero, and put his arms around his chest. Duo had waited 2 years for this, and he couldn't help himself. Maybe the contact will help bring him back Duo thought hopefully…maybe. He nuzzled his face against Heero's hair, it smelling of cherry blossom as it always did. Duo sighed as he drifted into a light sleep…
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The long haired boy woke a few hours later, almost ashamed he had let himself fall asleep like that. Duo quickly sat up; taking away the now melted ice pack from Heero's shoulder, noticing that it didn't feel as warm as it did earlier. From the bed he looked over at the table, and to the items still left in the bag. He bit his lip in indecision. Heero wasn't going to wake soon, and there was nothing he could do for him. Duo could only watch. He bit his lip harder in frustration, tasting blood. It was no use, he was weak.
The braided one went over to the bag, and pulled out the bottle of vodka. He dragged a chair to the window, sat down and then undid the bottle. He took a swig, the alcohol stinging his lip and burning his throat as he swallowed. He sighed and repeated to himself 'I am weak'.
He sat at the window, looking out over the park and traffic, continued swigging at the bottle.
To Be Continued.