...than Duo and his Heero.

Chapter Four

Breaking Away

Duo tossed and turned in his bed. Pictures of Andrea murdering Heero played in his mind. Sure, Heero wasn't dead, but if Andrea's family really did kill Heero's, then he might as well be dead.

Finally, Maxwell couldn't take it anymore. He got up and flipped on the light switch. Duo went over to one of his drawers to search for a picture.

THE picture.

During the war, they had went to the same school for a while. A teacher had forced Heero and Duo in a picture together. Duo had never told Heero, but he had asked for a copy of that picture.

Now, as Duo looked back, he felt the pain in his chest Heero. What the hell was wrong with him? He was a GUY. He wasn't supposed to feel this way about another GUY.

But he did.

Duo's violet eyes ran over the picture and his finger tips stroked over the surface.

They said a picture meant a thousand words.

They were wrong.

This picture only meant one word.

Love.

Duo closed his eyes. "Damnit, Heero. How did I end up falling in love with you? With you out of all the people in the world"

A choked sob rushed up from his throat as he forced it down.

No.

Boys don't cry.

Men don't cry.

Not even over love. He opened his eyes and stroked the picture again. Suddenly, as if some one that wiped it with Windex, his mind became very clear and alert.

There was only one thing on his mind.

"Forget L2 Guards. Forget Andrea. There's only one thing important in my life and that's you, Pefect Soldier. I'm getting you out of there right now." The god of death dropped the picture, reloaded his gun, grabbed an extra pack of bullets, and ran out the door.

Not bothering to lock the door.

Heero couldn't sleep. Images to Duo ran through his mind. He would never take my side. Andrea is the probably his closest friend now and there's no way he's going to side with some one who's treated him so Heero lowered his head in bitterness. He could almost hear himself calling Duo and baka and the braided pilot taking the insult too lightly. Did I really hurt you Duo? my Duo?

Suddenly, gun shots attracted his attention. Heero got up and back up into a defense posture. The door slid open.

Duo stood there with a gun in his hand and a slightly crazed look on his face.

Two guards laid on each side of him, dead, blood flowing from him.

"Duo??"

"Well? What are you waiting for? A sign from God?" Duo asked as he threw Heero a gun. "Come on before the rest of the guards come running."

Heero caught the gun, and without hesitation, followed Duo.

No later than a few minutes, they heard footsteps chasing them.

"They're on to us," Duo muttered. "Follow me, I know where the motorcycles are."

"Do you have the keys?"

"Oh, we don't need keys."

Heero looked at him in puzzlement.

Duo looked back in a Dude-have-you-lost-it" look.

"Oh."

Gunshots were fired at them.

"Oh, shit, shit, SHIT!!!" Duo cursed. He pulled out a small explosive out of his pocket and threw it behind him. "That should keep them busy for a while."

They came to the garage doorwhich Duo kindly blew up.

Only one motorcyle.

Duo and Heero looked at each other.

Shinigami sighed. "Well, I suppose you would want to take the wheel."

"Hn." It took Heero literally two seconds to hotwire the motorcyle. The Perfect Soldier climbed on. No sooner, he felt some one climb on behind him.

Oh damn.

Duo had to put his hands around Heero waist for support as Heero started up the motorcyle. The Perfect Soldier could not describe the discomfort he was in.

Duo wasn't too comfortable, either. He felt his temperture rising. "UmmHeero?"

"Hn?"

"Can we actually get out of here now?"

Heero nearly blushed. "Uhhright. Thedoor?"

"No problem." Duo reached for another explosive and blew up the door that led to outside.

"Duo, how many explosives do you have?"

"That is not for you to know."

Heero nearly smiled. Duo hadn't changed a bit during the two years. Heero fired up the motorcyle and they flew out of there.

They were probably the only ones on the road that late in the night. The headlights were off.

Heero gripped his hands tighter on the handles. He was supposed to be concentrating on the road ahead of himbut all he could think about were Duo's hands on his waist.

"Heero?"

"Hn."

"Are you okay? I mean, you seem so tense and stuff. Not that you weren't always, butya know, more that usual"

Heero didn't reply for a moment. Instead of answering that question, he asked his own. "Why'd you let me out?"

Duo bit his bottom lip, trying to find an answer that wouldn't make Heero fall off the motorcyle. At least, that's what Duo thought. After what seems like a few minutes, Duo couldn't come up with one. "I"

Suddenly, Heero clamped a hand over Duo's mouth.

Duo almost stopped breathing. The feeling of Heero's skin on his lips was almost overpowering. Shinigami sat there, rigid, not saying a word.

"I think I hear something."

Duo relaxed a little bit. He noticed that he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Then again, what did I expect anyway? Duo strained his ears. Just a bitand then closer

"What the hell"

"Hn. Helicopters and I think I hear cars and other motorcyles. They're after us."

"And they must be really serious," Duo muttered. "Well, take it away ol' Perfect Soldier."

With that, Heero fired up the motorcyle at maximum speed.