Koibito Hen
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.30.01
Lalalalalala... no opening comments today. I'm feeling rather uncommentiful. Maybe later. ^^;;
Disclaimer...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, although I will keep asking my parents, Santa and the Tooth Fairy for them until I do. ^_^ Nor am I getting money or any form of payment for this, although I will keep asking my parents, Santa and the Tooth Fairy for some until I do. ^_^
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I am Duo Maxwell and I have been shot by the only person I have ever loved.
If you asked me where I am right now, I wouldn't be able to tell you. Maybe it's Hell, maybe it's Purgatory, maybe it's even Heaven. I doubt all three, however. This place is simply nothing.
There is darkness everywhere, an endless void of black. I can barely see my own hand in front of my eyes; it shimmers dully like I am worn.
I feel worn.
This place weighs heavy on my being. I don't think I can feel anything. It's simply... desolation. I feel like I can forgive Heero for what he has done. I just don't care anymore. It's not like I was living much of a life anyway. Hell, maybe I should /thank/ the bastard.
I am a Gundam pilot; a warrior for peace, although all I do is kill anyway. I avoided Death on regular basis, going on mission after mission expecting my time at any second.
I guess it's come.
I never loved Hilde, but I guess she loved me. She was a friend, almost like a little sister who kept getting into trouble. She was cute, but I never thought of her as attractive. I suppose I broke her heart a few times, but she'll get over it.
Now, for Heero. He could be a real prick sometimes and more often was a complete idiot, but he usually proved himself in the end. He was an okay guy, I guess. For the three years I've known him, I got used to him. I kind of trusted him too. Until now.
I suppress a shudder and sit down on the floor, or whatever my body may be supported on, and hug my legs to my chest. I can remember the first time, in the garage. There were times before that, I guess, when I spotted Heero off guard when he didn't look so angry or blank; sometimes I even caught him smiling. When his hair covered his eyes slightly, or when the breeze caused him to squint and ruffle his hair and when he'd raise a hand to protect his face from the rain, because he never would carry an umbrella; those moments when he looked so beautiful, so /free/. It was wonderful.
And then he stalked at me, like a cat with its mouse so close. The hungry glare he looked at only me with, his husky whispers of possession in my ear. It made me feel so alive, but he was destroying me at the same time. And now he has broken me down to nothing. It's done all the damage he could possibly do. I hope he feels satisfied now.
My eyes sting and I touch my cross absently, my faded fingers returning with a sticky red substance, the color showing starkly against my pale skin. I bring the gold cross into my vision and gasp, startled by the blood staining it. I run my hands over my chest, which is clothed in my usual black shirt with the priest's collar (... the thought barely comes to mind that I was not wearing a shirt when I blacked out) and my fingers are covered in more blood. I rub my hands off on my pant's leg, and run them over my chest, under my clothes. They return clean. My breathing quickens and my vision blurs.
.. How strange.
I stand up shakily and find my hand leaning against an icy surface that is so cold it burns my fingers. My free hand clutches my chest, my fingers becoming coated in blood again as sudden waves of pain racks my body. I blink rapidly as the darkness warps before my hazed eyes and find my self staring at a fuzzy redness. Wait.. no.. my vision is clearing, the pain is fading. My head jerks up and I realize where I am. My room in the safe house.
It's dark, so deep into the night that even the moonlight barely illuminates the room. I hear heavy breathing and I turn toward the noise. The sight could kill me right on the spot, had I not been already dying.
I am lying on the floor and Heero is straddled on top of me. It is the first night.
I watch him bite roughly at my neck, his hand sliding mercilessly down my chest, skillfully unbuttoning my pants and grabbing without regard for my pain at my crotch. He ignores my crying, the blood coating my body, my pleas for him to stop.
My breath catches tight in my throat as I watch what he did to me. "No... " I manage to murmur through my strained throat. "Heero, stop!" The two figures of my subconscious do not hear my cries, so I stalk up to Heero and attempt to grab his shoulder and wretch him away from my self, but instead I fall through them both, like an invisible feather.
All the other late-night occurrences I've had with Heero flash through my mind as I fall with painstaking slowness, allowing each scene to playback, every detail showing out prominently.
I finally land hard on the concrete of the pool patio. It doesn't hurt; I'm in my subconscious, so I'm barely here anyway. I pick myself up, not bothering to brush myself off as I see my grinning face in the window. Oh God... no.. Please don't show this..
"How can you be so cruel?" I shout out to my own mind. The question goes on unanswered as I dive into the water, ignoring the water that splashes back, straight through me. I swim and pull myself out of the pool, running to the lock on the gate. I vaguely remember that it wouldn't open as I hear a window sliding open. I look up and see Heero, whose room is only a few rooms away from mine, jump out of his window. He doesn't land in the pool; in lands on the concrete and I hear a sickening crack as one of his legs break. Ignoring the broken limb, he stands but finds that he can't work with his leg in disrepair. Without so much of a grunt, he twists the joint and sets the bone back into place.
My eyes widen. Why didn't I notice this before? How the hell could he do that? Not even Heero, who had probably put numerous bones back into place, could do such an act without showing the slightest bit of pain. Something is defiantly wrong here.
I watch him stalk silently over to where I am beginning to climb the fence, watch him yank violently on my pants, watch myself fall heavily on the concrete.
Then our charade begins.
I watch as we dance our deadly game, me taunting and whimpering, him holding his gun, glaring holes into my body. And then I hear my voice... "Oh look," I say. Oh no. Oh God no. No no no no no no no no no no... I know what's coming. I feel my cheeks burn as the tears start running down my face, tears I'm not even crying, tears that are running down my abused self's face. I watch Heero's head jerk to the side. I watch myself leap at him. I watch the bullet burst from the gun and hit my body.
And then it starts.
The playback freezes, my tortured body suspended in mind air, blood already spurting from where it hit my chest, surprised look in Heero's eyes, my own blood tainting his face. The scene fuzzes and turns, now at a different angle, fuzzes and turns, fuzzes and turns, and I realize what my mind is doing. It's giving me a playback of the very scene where I have completely crumbled, at every different angle possible.
"No!"
As soon as I shout the plea, the scene starts again and my body gets flung back. I gasp as the waves of pain explode in my own body again and I am flung back int the dark void. The scene continues to pass as it grows smaller as I go further away.
I never hit the ground, whatever ground may exist. I continue to fall, my body moving slowly though images whip past my being as if I were falling three hundred miles an hour. I watch my tears and sick globs of blood freeze above me as I fall. My back arches in pain again, as if someone as just run me through with a sharpened pole. I writhe in the air as more pain explodes in my body. I am biting my lip hard so I do not cry out. Heero might hear it. Did I ever cry out for him? Not after the first night.
The images stop blurring past suddenly, but I still fall. They crack and crumble and finally shatter, leaving one last image to fall through.
Fucking bastard... fuckfuck.
Ah.. take me away.. I want to go away now.. tell the darkness to swallow me whole.. take me away.. far away... I want to fall.. have I already fallen?.. I want to keep falling.. swallow me whole.. take them away.. take everything away from me so I can be free.. let me close my eyes and be peaceful.
The most beautiful angel of death of all, Heero Yuy. He was the last image.
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The gunshot still hung heavy in the air.
"What was that?" Quatre twisted away from Trowa's arms. The sliding door of the den had dulled the sound, so they weren't quite sure of the noise. The young Arabian peered out the glass door and saw something staining the concrete on the other side of the pool, by the fence. "What the... "
Wordlessly, Quatre slid the door open and jogged toward the stain. "Quatre?" Trowa called after his lover, but he received no answer, so he jogged after him. Not wanting to be left out, Wufei joined them.
Quatre reached the stain and saw that the substance staining the patio was red and sticky and... fresh. His heart sunk as he realized what it was. Kneeling down, he stuck his fingers in the pool. Anger rose in the innocent boy's chest as the smell and feeling made it certain. Trowa had reached him by now. "Damn it, Heero!"
At that moment, a motorcycle engine roared and the aforementioned boy sped by with a limp form on his back. Wanting to show his anger at Heero, but knowing he would never catch up at the speed he was going, Quatre ran to the truck and leapt into the driver's seat. It opened the passenger's seat and yelled at the two remaining boys.
"Come on!"
Noting the urgency in his voice, and not wanting to bother Quatre when he was upset, they leapt into the truck and sped off dangerously after Heero.
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Duo's heartbeat pounded faintly at Heero's back, his own pounding hard enough to be heard across town. He dodged cars quickly, disregarding stop signs and streets lights. He had to get to the hospital, he had to.
He remembered Quatre shouting, and figured that the boy would lead the others after him, but they would never get to him. The truck was huge, and they would have to stop at the lights. He watched the getting nearly, and, if possible, sped faster to the building which looked like Heaven right now.
He parked the motorcycle quickly in the emergency room parking lot and picked Duo up, cradling him in his arm, ignoring the blood that covered his arms, and was still flowing steadily out of the boy's body. He ran to the door, barely waiting for the sliding doors to open themselves. He received several astonished gasps as Heero walked in. He glanced panickedly around, looking for a helpful face among the surprised ones. The nurse looked up and saw the Perfect Soldier with the bleeding Shinigami in his arms and called for help.
Within a few moments, several young men were hauling a stretcher into the room. Heero placed Duo carefully on the stretcher, letting out a little choked sob as the blood immediately stained the sheets. There were similar responses around him, but the men immediately got to work. They fitted some temporary needles into the boy's already pitiful form, and they began asking questions. "What's his name?" "How long has he been out?" Heero's lip quivered as he sought answers to the questions.
"His name is Duo Maxwell.. only a few minutes and I... he got shot..," he managed to stutter. They stood there a few minutes, plugging Duo up into more things and finally started to wheel the stretcher away. He began to follow them, but one pushed him back. "Sorry, sir, you can't come with us," he said calmly. "But I.. I have to.. " "Sorry. Ashley, could you watch this guy?"
At that moment, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei barged in. They spotted Heero and immediately halted, angry glares on their faces. The man was looking at them as well. Heero took his moment: he started to run down the halls past the occupied man. "Hey, wait!" He didn't stop for the voice, but he was forced to stop when a hand yanked violently on his arm, pulling him back. A second later he felt a fist on his head, and he blacked out.
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Some twenty minutes later, Heero woke up in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs of the emergency waiting room. Pain exploded in his mind, and he felt blood clogging a wound on the side of his head. He shook off the pain and looked around the white walls of the room. The chairs were blue and mounted television sets played monotone garbage that no one was listening to anyway. Magazines and empty coffee cups littered every available surface. There were a few vending machines pushed against the walls and the nurses' station was on the end of the room, parallel to the automatic sliding doors. Across the room, Heero spotted the three other Gundam pilots glaring steadily at him. He simply glared back, proving himself even more of an asshole, which he laughed humorlessly in his own mind. He followed the angry stare with a miserable sigh and folded himself to drown in his own thoughts.
Quatre continued to glare unblinkingly at Heero, even after he tucked his head in and didn't look at them any longer. Trowa was a bit worried about his lover's mental health. They all hated Heero for what he had done, but Quatre seemed to want him to suffer something worse than death, and that was very unlike the innocent Arabian. He sighed. He had given up long ago.
Wufei had been the one to punch Heero out. Quatre wanted to kick him, even when the Japanese had fallen unconscious, but he was restrained slightly by Trowa. They then found out everything they knew from the little stretcher boy, and even he knew barely anything. Had it been a different circumstance, they would've told Heero Duo's current condition, but he had been the one who had inflicted all their friend's pain, so he didn't deserve to know.
Things continued like that for several more hours, until the one of the numerous white coats came in and called, "Friends of Duo Maxwell?" All four stood up. Quatre gave Heero a subtle glare, and the Perfect Soldier stalked ahead of them and stood by the doctor. Wufei, Trowa and Quatre spaced themselves as far apart from Heero as they could.
The doctor looked puzzled by this, but he had seen stranger things so he ignored it. "Hello, I'm Dr. Bowman, Duo's doctor for the moment. "I have some good news, some bad news and some worse news. Which would you like to hear first?"
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To be continued! I think I was going to extend this chapter, but I didn't so hah! Here's a funny story. In Word Perfect 9, when you're grammar checking, and it finds curse words, it tells you you should try and avoid the profanity. It even gives suggestion, like "I don't care" instead of "I don't give a damn". It's funny. Anyhoo, thanks for all the nice comments everybody. You're great! ^^ Oh yeah, REVIEW ME or I'll.. I'll.. damn, I'm out of threats. Well, just review me or else!
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.30.01
Lalalalalala... no opening comments today. I'm feeling rather uncommentiful. Maybe later. ^^;;
Disclaimer...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, although I will keep asking my parents, Santa and the Tooth Fairy for them until I do. ^_^ Nor am I getting money or any form of payment for this, although I will keep asking my parents, Santa and the Tooth Fairy for some until I do. ^_^
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I am Duo Maxwell and I have been shot by the only person I have ever loved.
If you asked me where I am right now, I wouldn't be able to tell you. Maybe it's Hell, maybe it's Purgatory, maybe it's even Heaven. I doubt all three, however. This place is simply nothing.
There is darkness everywhere, an endless void of black. I can barely see my own hand in front of my eyes; it shimmers dully like I am worn.
I feel worn.
This place weighs heavy on my being. I don't think I can feel anything. It's simply... desolation. I feel like I can forgive Heero for what he has done. I just don't care anymore. It's not like I was living much of a life anyway. Hell, maybe I should /thank/ the bastard.
I am a Gundam pilot; a warrior for peace, although all I do is kill anyway. I avoided Death on regular basis, going on mission after mission expecting my time at any second.
I guess it's come.
I never loved Hilde, but I guess she loved me. She was a friend, almost like a little sister who kept getting into trouble. She was cute, but I never thought of her as attractive. I suppose I broke her heart a few times, but she'll get over it.
Now, for Heero. He could be a real prick sometimes and more often was a complete idiot, but he usually proved himself in the end. He was an okay guy, I guess. For the three years I've known him, I got used to him. I kind of trusted him too. Until now.
I suppress a shudder and sit down on the floor, or whatever my body may be supported on, and hug my legs to my chest. I can remember the first time, in the garage. There were times before that, I guess, when I spotted Heero off guard when he didn't look so angry or blank; sometimes I even caught him smiling. When his hair covered his eyes slightly, or when the breeze caused him to squint and ruffle his hair and when he'd raise a hand to protect his face from the rain, because he never would carry an umbrella; those moments when he looked so beautiful, so /free/. It was wonderful.
And then he stalked at me, like a cat with its mouse so close. The hungry glare he looked at only me with, his husky whispers of possession in my ear. It made me feel so alive, but he was destroying me at the same time. And now he has broken me down to nothing. It's done all the damage he could possibly do. I hope he feels satisfied now.
My eyes sting and I touch my cross absently, my faded fingers returning with a sticky red substance, the color showing starkly against my pale skin. I bring the gold cross into my vision and gasp, startled by the blood staining it. I run my hands over my chest, which is clothed in my usual black shirt with the priest's collar (... the thought barely comes to mind that I was not wearing a shirt when I blacked out) and my fingers are covered in more blood. I rub my hands off on my pant's leg, and run them over my chest, under my clothes. They return clean. My breathing quickens and my vision blurs.
.. How strange.
I stand up shakily and find my hand leaning against an icy surface that is so cold it burns my fingers. My free hand clutches my chest, my fingers becoming coated in blood again as sudden waves of pain racks my body. I blink rapidly as the darkness warps before my hazed eyes and find my self staring at a fuzzy redness. Wait.. no.. my vision is clearing, the pain is fading. My head jerks up and I realize where I am. My room in the safe house.
It's dark, so deep into the night that even the moonlight barely illuminates the room. I hear heavy breathing and I turn toward the noise. The sight could kill me right on the spot, had I not been already dying.
I am lying on the floor and Heero is straddled on top of me. It is the first night.
I watch him bite roughly at my neck, his hand sliding mercilessly down my chest, skillfully unbuttoning my pants and grabbing without regard for my pain at my crotch. He ignores my crying, the blood coating my body, my pleas for him to stop.
My breath catches tight in my throat as I watch what he did to me. "No... " I manage to murmur through my strained throat. "Heero, stop!" The two figures of my subconscious do not hear my cries, so I stalk up to Heero and attempt to grab his shoulder and wretch him away from my self, but instead I fall through them both, like an invisible feather.
All the other late-night occurrences I've had with Heero flash through my mind as I fall with painstaking slowness, allowing each scene to playback, every detail showing out prominently.
I finally land hard on the concrete of the pool patio. It doesn't hurt; I'm in my subconscious, so I'm barely here anyway. I pick myself up, not bothering to brush myself off as I see my grinning face in the window. Oh God... no.. Please don't show this..
"How can you be so cruel?" I shout out to my own mind. The question goes on unanswered as I dive into the water, ignoring the water that splashes back, straight through me. I swim and pull myself out of the pool, running to the lock on the gate. I vaguely remember that it wouldn't open as I hear a window sliding open. I look up and see Heero, whose room is only a few rooms away from mine, jump out of his window. He doesn't land in the pool; in lands on the concrete and I hear a sickening crack as one of his legs break. Ignoring the broken limb, he stands but finds that he can't work with his leg in disrepair. Without so much of a grunt, he twists the joint and sets the bone back into place.
My eyes widen. Why didn't I notice this before? How the hell could he do that? Not even Heero, who had probably put numerous bones back into place, could do such an act without showing the slightest bit of pain. Something is defiantly wrong here.
I watch him stalk silently over to where I am beginning to climb the fence, watch him yank violently on my pants, watch myself fall heavily on the concrete.
Then our charade begins.
I watch as we dance our deadly game, me taunting and whimpering, him holding his gun, glaring holes into my body. And then I hear my voice... "Oh look," I say. Oh no. Oh God no. No no no no no no no no no no... I know what's coming. I feel my cheeks burn as the tears start running down my face, tears I'm not even crying, tears that are running down my abused self's face. I watch Heero's head jerk to the side. I watch myself leap at him. I watch the bullet burst from the gun and hit my body.
And then it starts.
The playback freezes, my tortured body suspended in mind air, blood already spurting from where it hit my chest, surprised look in Heero's eyes, my own blood tainting his face. The scene fuzzes and turns, now at a different angle, fuzzes and turns, fuzzes and turns, and I realize what my mind is doing. It's giving me a playback of the very scene where I have completely crumbled, at every different angle possible.
"No!"
As soon as I shout the plea, the scene starts again and my body gets flung back. I gasp as the waves of pain explode in my own body again and I am flung back int the dark void. The scene continues to pass as it grows smaller as I go further away.
I never hit the ground, whatever ground may exist. I continue to fall, my body moving slowly though images whip past my being as if I were falling three hundred miles an hour. I watch my tears and sick globs of blood freeze above me as I fall. My back arches in pain again, as if someone as just run me through with a sharpened pole. I writhe in the air as more pain explodes in my body. I am biting my lip hard so I do not cry out. Heero might hear it. Did I ever cry out for him? Not after the first night.
The images stop blurring past suddenly, but I still fall. They crack and crumble and finally shatter, leaving one last image to fall through.
Fucking bastard... fuckfuck.
Ah.. take me away.. I want to go away now.. tell the darkness to swallow me whole.. take me away.. far away... I want to fall.. have I already fallen?.. I want to keep falling.. swallow me whole.. take them away.. take everything away from me so I can be free.. let me close my eyes and be peaceful.
The most beautiful angel of death of all, Heero Yuy. He was the last image.
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The gunshot still hung heavy in the air.
"What was that?" Quatre twisted away from Trowa's arms. The sliding door of the den had dulled the sound, so they weren't quite sure of the noise. The young Arabian peered out the glass door and saw something staining the concrete on the other side of the pool, by the fence. "What the... "
Wordlessly, Quatre slid the door open and jogged toward the stain. "Quatre?" Trowa called after his lover, but he received no answer, so he jogged after him. Not wanting to be left out, Wufei joined them.
Quatre reached the stain and saw that the substance staining the patio was red and sticky and... fresh. His heart sunk as he realized what it was. Kneeling down, he stuck his fingers in the pool. Anger rose in the innocent boy's chest as the smell and feeling made it certain. Trowa had reached him by now. "Damn it, Heero!"
At that moment, a motorcycle engine roared and the aforementioned boy sped by with a limp form on his back. Wanting to show his anger at Heero, but knowing he would never catch up at the speed he was going, Quatre ran to the truck and leapt into the driver's seat. It opened the passenger's seat and yelled at the two remaining boys.
"Come on!"
Noting the urgency in his voice, and not wanting to bother Quatre when he was upset, they leapt into the truck and sped off dangerously after Heero.
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Duo's heartbeat pounded faintly at Heero's back, his own pounding hard enough to be heard across town. He dodged cars quickly, disregarding stop signs and streets lights. He had to get to the hospital, he had to.
He remembered Quatre shouting, and figured that the boy would lead the others after him, but they would never get to him. The truck was huge, and they would have to stop at the lights. He watched the getting nearly, and, if possible, sped faster to the building which looked like Heaven right now.
He parked the motorcycle quickly in the emergency room parking lot and picked Duo up, cradling him in his arm, ignoring the blood that covered his arms, and was still flowing steadily out of the boy's body. He ran to the door, barely waiting for the sliding doors to open themselves. He received several astonished gasps as Heero walked in. He glanced panickedly around, looking for a helpful face among the surprised ones. The nurse looked up and saw the Perfect Soldier with the bleeding Shinigami in his arms and called for help.
Within a few moments, several young men were hauling a stretcher into the room. Heero placed Duo carefully on the stretcher, letting out a little choked sob as the blood immediately stained the sheets. There were similar responses around him, but the men immediately got to work. They fitted some temporary needles into the boy's already pitiful form, and they began asking questions. "What's his name?" "How long has he been out?" Heero's lip quivered as he sought answers to the questions.
"His name is Duo Maxwell.. only a few minutes and I... he got shot..," he managed to stutter. They stood there a few minutes, plugging Duo up into more things and finally started to wheel the stretcher away. He began to follow them, but one pushed him back. "Sorry, sir, you can't come with us," he said calmly. "But I.. I have to.. " "Sorry. Ashley, could you watch this guy?"
At that moment, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei barged in. They spotted Heero and immediately halted, angry glares on their faces. The man was looking at them as well. Heero took his moment: he started to run down the halls past the occupied man. "Hey, wait!" He didn't stop for the voice, but he was forced to stop when a hand yanked violently on his arm, pulling him back. A second later he felt a fist on his head, and he blacked out.
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Some twenty minutes later, Heero woke up in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs of the emergency waiting room. Pain exploded in his mind, and he felt blood clogging a wound on the side of his head. He shook off the pain and looked around the white walls of the room. The chairs were blue and mounted television sets played monotone garbage that no one was listening to anyway. Magazines and empty coffee cups littered every available surface. There were a few vending machines pushed against the walls and the nurses' station was on the end of the room, parallel to the automatic sliding doors. Across the room, Heero spotted the three other Gundam pilots glaring steadily at him. He simply glared back, proving himself even more of an asshole, which he laughed humorlessly in his own mind. He followed the angry stare with a miserable sigh and folded himself to drown in his own thoughts.
Quatre continued to glare unblinkingly at Heero, even after he tucked his head in and didn't look at them any longer. Trowa was a bit worried about his lover's mental health. They all hated Heero for what he had done, but Quatre seemed to want him to suffer something worse than death, and that was very unlike the innocent Arabian. He sighed. He had given up long ago.
Wufei had been the one to punch Heero out. Quatre wanted to kick him, even when the Japanese had fallen unconscious, but he was restrained slightly by Trowa. They then found out everything they knew from the little stretcher boy, and even he knew barely anything. Had it been a different circumstance, they would've told Heero Duo's current condition, but he had been the one who had inflicted all their friend's pain, so he didn't deserve to know.
Things continued like that for several more hours, until the one of the numerous white coats came in and called, "Friends of Duo Maxwell?" All four stood up. Quatre gave Heero a subtle glare, and the Perfect Soldier stalked ahead of them and stood by the doctor. Wufei, Trowa and Quatre spaced themselves as far apart from Heero as they could.
The doctor looked puzzled by this, but he had seen stranger things so he ignored it. "Hello, I'm Dr. Bowman, Duo's doctor for the moment. "I have some good news, some bad news and some worse news. Which would you like to hear first?"
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To be continued! I think I was going to extend this chapter, but I didn't so hah! Here's a funny story. In Word Perfect 9, when you're grammar checking, and it finds curse words, it tells you you should try and avoid the profanity. It even gives suggestion, like "I don't care" instead of "I don't give a damn". It's funny. Anyhoo, thanks for all the nice comments everybody. You're great! ^^ Oh yeah, REVIEW ME or I'll.. I'll.. damn, I'm out of threats. Well, just review me or else!