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.
Two Flew Over the Gundam Nest.
By
FreeThinker
Chapter 6-Discharge.
Heero opened his eyes once again. He felt hot except for a breeze blowing over him. The blue eyes closed again trying to remember details of his circumstance. He had struggled with the hospital staff…they must have sedated him…From then on the details were dream like. There had been a comforting presence, someone he knew. Heero could feel wet tears falling on him and then…His eyes widened again, he was no longer in that place. The blue-eyed man pulled himself upright, still a bit dizzy from his long slumber and ignored the pain his shoulder brought him. The Japanese man looked about gone was the sterile hospital, replaced by a moderately furnished hotel room. His eyes fell on the figure in the chair by the window. The outside light delicately illuminated the features of the figure, and the light shone off the long braid...Duo.
Heero held his breath as he got out of his bed and stumbled over to the window. He dropped to his feet of his lover, with unbelievable gratefulness that he had saved him from the torment. He gazed up at the chestnut haired pilot, and saw that he was asleep. When Heero had left 2 years ago, he had made sure he couldn't have been traced, and Duo had still found him. Had he been searching all that time? Heero had felt that all would have given up on him for dead, and that he'd have to spend his life with that broken shame.
All that time in that time in hospital, in group therapy, eating off plastic plates, doing paintings and trying to 'express himself'. They knew nothing. He had refused to draw any pictures, and when they insisted saying he'd earn no reward tokens, he had taken the runny red poster paint and splashed it over the paper.
That defiance had earned him 3 days in 'time out'.
About 9 months after that incident, he actually did draw something. He drew a black angel, with hair flowing and eyes shining offering hope. The doctors were pleased he was doing something, and Heero felt secretly ashamed for giving in to their demands. But he continued to work on his angel, painting intricate folds in the black material, making sure that the highlights reflected perfectly.
However the staff had said art time was finished, but he was not. He spat at the nurse, it was a petty gesture, not one befitting of the once great Gundam pilot, but it had been all he could do.
Privileges had been taken away for 2 weeks.
Once the angel was finished, he had been allowed to keep it, and stick it to his note board in his room, which the other patients would use to put letters from friends and families and 'goal lists'. Heero would sit and gaze adoringly at it, wishing those violet eyes would search his soul once again. Various staff members, who didn't mind him so much, came and asked what it was. He would always glare at them and reply 'nothing'. Even the doctors asked about the picture, it being the only creative work he ever done. His reply would be to stare at them, pinning down the patheticness of the middle-aged men. The doctors knew Heero could do this, and they squirmed fearing the truth of their lives was so evident. After a few times of this they never brought it up the painting again.
He reflected on why he had left earth in the first place…for a futile mission, and one that was never needed. And he knew it was that as well. But orders were orders…
Heero sighed and looked up at his saviour again. The god of death was his angel that had rescued him. He did look angelic; his eyes closed in sleep. The blue eyes fell on the lush lips, thinking of the thousands of times he had dreamt of them.
He leaned forward and the blue eyes closed as he kissed those lips.
Heero opened his eyes as he realised something. Those lips tasted of alcohol and he quickly around the chair. On the floor he saw an empty vodka bottle, picked it up and turned it around in his hands. He looked up at Duo, speculating what this discovery meant.
"Oh Duo." Heero said, standing on his feet once more. He felt better standing up than he did than when he had first woken up. He trusted his sense of balance once more, and with that he lifted the drunk Duo out of the chair, and carried him to the bed. His shoulder hurt immensely from the action, but he ignored it still. Once Duo was on the bed Heero lifted the sheets over him, making sure he was comfortable.
The dark haired man glanced out the window, it was nearly morning. He made his way to the table, noting the food...ramen and honeycomb candy…his favourites. But they wouldn't be what Duo would need. A wallet lay on the table, Heero felt guilty for picking it up and searching through it, eventually pulling a few notes from it. But Duo would probably appreciate it. The former Wing pilot picked up the hotel room key, and walked to the door. He'd be back soon.
~*~
Duo awoke. The first thing he noticed was that his head hurt more than anything, and his mouth felt like it was covered in some sickly fuzz. He groaned, why did he have to do this again. He continued to lie still for a few more minutes. Then he was aware he was in a bed, he wasn't too sure how…but his headache was distracting him from thinking about that. There were sounds in the room...he had been in a hotel room with Heero…there were sounds…He forced his eyes open, but the light in the room made his eyes hurt and his head worse. However he forced his eyes open more too look around the room. Heero was standing over at the table, unpacking a bag, and placing bottles of water and boxes there.
Heero is awake. Duo tried to focus on the almost mythical figure standing, who in turn noticed that the braided man was also awake.
There was an uncomfortable moment as they both stared at each other, neither one knowing what to say.
Heero broke the silence "How are you?"
"Fine" Duo lied, "How are you?"
The dark haired man paused before answering, "I feel okay, once the sedative wears off I usually feel fine." He finished unpacking the bag. "I brought you some stuff you might need, as well as bagels for breakfast."
Duo got out of the bed, still squinting slightly from the light. His braid had fallen out slightly, long lengths of chestnut silk falling down his face and chest. 'Even with a hang over' Heero thought, 'he still looks beautiful'.
The hung over man looked at what Heero had brought, painkillers, and bottles of water and fresh blueberry bagels. Heero had remembered he preferred blueberry. He reached for the box of painkillers, fumbled with it as he pressed the tablets out of the plastic blister packet. The small white tablets were in his mouth, and he started drinking the water, until half the litre bottle was gone. Duo could feel Heero watching him, and blushed at what to say. Heero had known he had been drinking…what did he think? He forced himself to drink more of the water, even though he was having that heavy water logged feeling in his stomach.
Heero saw he had finished the bottle and said "Take a shower, you'll feel better for doing so." Duo nodded, and made his way to the shower, starting to slowly strip the black shirt off from yesterday. Heero watched him go as he disappeared into the bathroom, sounds of running water coming from it now. He sighed and went to sit in the chair by the window, looking out at the new day, which again looked to be warm.
Ten minutes passed, and the water sound stopped, and Heero gazed over to see Duo emerge from the shower with just a hotel towel around his waist. His hair hung wet and stuck to Duo's skin, but Heero savoured being able to see the long hair free. Duo certainly looked more awake at least.
Duo tried not to blush as he felt the blue eyes watching him. He pulled his towel off as he started to get dressed. It wasn't as if Heero hadn't seen him naked before; even before they had become lovers, but being naked made him feel vulnerable. Soon he was dressed in his familiar priest clothing, and felt he would be able to hide behind the black.
There could have been a canyon between them, not a few steps. But Heero closed the mental gap when he stood and moved closer and said, "I missed you Duo…and thank you, for not giving up on me"
Duo couldn't resist it any longer, and caught Heero in a close embrace. He was surprised when Heero returned the hug. The braided man whispered to his reunited love "I missed you more than you can imagine."
What worried Heero was that he could imagine how much…and his mind was to the empty vodka bottle. It was something that had been bothering him. He had seen a few of the consequences of alcohol abuse in hospital…and it wasn't pretty.
Time passed and the Japanese and then tentatively asked "do you drink?"
Duo sharply breathed in and pulled away from Heero, "No…not really…I'm sorry."
"Then why the empty bottle?" Heero's eyes searched the violet eyes for the truth.
"I…" The nervous braided boy started "I didn't know if you were going to wake up, I didn't want to think about being without you." He looked away to the floor.
Heero reached out and pulled Duo close again, his hands stroking the damp hair. "I…didn't want to be without you either…I just hope…you don't feel differently after seeing me…" His voice betrayed no emotion, but his actions did. Heero was gripping Duo tighter as he spoke his words, "…seeing me broken."
"Heero, I could never see you as that! You're the strongest person I know, I knew you were alive because you'd never give up! And so I wouldn't give up…"
This time it was Duo's turn to look into Heero's eyes, and the dark haired man felt relief and acceptance; like he had begged so many times from the angle painting.
They'd both confessed, laid their doubts for the other to see.
Heero let his actions speak for his emotions again, pulled Duo close and kissed him.
Duo put his arms around Heero's waist, savouring every taste and touch his lover gave him.
It was the first true kiss in two years, and was slow and smouldering, it showing the burning passion they still craved to give and receive from one another.
From the window, the light shone on the lovers, casting away shadows from the room, and signalling the start of a new day.
The shadows were starting to fade from the pilot's lives, and a new chapter for them both had begun.
Fini.
Author's notes:
FT: Wa, it's finished. Looking back it seems more likely that Heero'd be diagnosed with anti-social personality disorder…oh what do I know, I'm only a student! I hope the ending isn't a disappointment to the rest of the fic, and not too sappy, but at least it was happy ^o^
Heero: You seriously considered giving me a lobotomy…
FT: I considered it for 2 minutes! Anyway…I couldn't have one of my favourite GW characters be turned into a dribbling vegetable!
Heero: Hnn…
FT: If you've read through this fic, please review, but thanks for reading anyway.