Far and Away
By: Kyoryoku Nazo
Part 2
It was raining hard by the time Heero reached the hospital and it was just as good. With the
water streaming down his face, it was apparent to none that the pilot was crying. Tucked
carefully inside of his shirt, Heero cradeled Duo's diary.
:If this doesn't work, I don't know what the hell will...:
The bright flouresant hospital almost blinded him as Heero made his way to Duo's room,
shielding his eyes from the contrast of the dark and stormy night. His steps were wide and
sure, stopping perfectly and turning to face the room his lover resided in. He took a deep
breath. Two. Three. Ten.
:DAMMIT! This isn't getting you anywhere! Just go in!:
With one final sigh, Heero pushed the door open and made his way inside, stopping directly
at the side of the braided boy's bed. His fingers tightened and loosened around the diary's
cover, waiting as patiently as possible for the young man to notice his pressence.
Finally, after an eternity, but what could have only been about a minute, violet eyes
opened to face Heero's pale blue, not a moment after opening his mouth to protest the
Perfect Solider's pressence.
"Wait," Heero's voice was pleading and brisk, not giving Duo a chance to scream like that
fateful night nearly a month ago. "Hear me out...it's just that...I have something...and..
if you would just....ah, hell, Duo, I went and found your diary, and I want to read you
something."
Duo's jaw snapped shut, a look of curiosity passing over his face. "You went through me
stuff?" the question trailed off, as if he suddenly realized the relevence of that statement
and how little it added up to.
Once again, Heero didn't even give the boy a chance to speak, turning to the first page of
the diary, clearing his throat and commencing to read the words that reflected everything
that the American had lost on that fateful night.
"I swore that I'd never write in this thing. It would just be giving in to what HE wants me
to do. The Professor thinks that I'll crumble under the stress and that I should 'have
something to relieve my burden'. For years it's collected dust in the bottom of my bags, but
ever since two days ago, I've felt the need to tell someone this, and, well....there isn't
anyone else to tell. It's really just another sign that I'm destined to be alone. Another
Thing that makes me different from everyone else. After all, boys are supposed to like
girls. And the creature with sparkling blue eyes that changed my life is certainly not a
girl."
At that point, Heero glanced up to see that at least he still had Duo's attention. The
violet eyes opened and closed slowly with curiosity rather than fear. He took it as a good
sign and continued to read. It was the next page, the next entry.
"Somehow we wound up at the same school for this mission. Even in something trivial like
gym class, I feel this bond with him. The way we move together on the courts; it's like we
share the same thoughts, thinking as one," There were more dots on the page, allowing Heero
to almost hear Duo pause as he read it. "Listen to me. Getting all poetic and deep. When
have I ever acted like this? Towards anyone? Over anything? After all the times I've looked
at this journel and swore at Professor G for insulting me with it's pressence, I never
thought I'd be outright thankful for it."
He turned the page again.
"It's getting to the point where I can't help but trace his body with my eyes every time I
see him." Heero blushed. "I really wish that I could just tell him and get it over with....
but when I think about not ever being able to just talk casually with him, just because I
descided to be stupid and act in a moment of passion..... I'd never be able to forgive
myself."
"I...I wrote that?" Duo asked slowly, looking at Heero with fear and confusion in his eyes,
pleading with the stoic pilot for an answer. "I mean... Of course I don't remember it, but,
I wrote that?"
Heero smiled and leaned foward. "Yes, yes Duo, you wrote that. You wrote every thing in this
diary."
"Can I see it?" the American asked innocently, reaching his hand forward for the small book
that Heero still had clasped firmly within his grip.
This time it was a genuine and hearfelt felt smile that spread across Heero's face, his eyes
softening with kindness and relief. "Of course. It's yours after all. Why don't you take a
while and go through it. I can leave if you want your privacey."
"Okay," Duo replied quickly, already submerged in the diary.
Without any further suggestion, the solider made his way out of Duo's room, closing the door
behind him and proceeding to lean back up against it and breath a sigh of relief.
Even though Duo was still in the hospital, Heero slept well that night back in his room at
Quatre's mansion. The blonde Arab was heading back towards his own quarters when he noticed
that a light was still on in Heero's room. Half expecting Heero to be sulking in a corner
like he usually had been lately, he was quite surprised to see the pilot actually grinning
from ear to ear as he made his status reports.
"Heero? Is everything alright?"
Heero quickly fixed his expression when he noticed Quatre's pressence, setting his mouth
into a solid line and clearing his throat. "The usual."
"Ah," Quatre hid a grin. "I noticed you come in later than the norm. Did you go and visit
Duo again?"
"Hai," was the short response.
"And how was he?" Quatre asked casually, making his way out of the room, quite satisfied
that nothing was horribly wrong in the life of the Wing pilot.
"Better." Quatre grinned and turned down the hall, looking back over his shoulder before
finally retreating to the room that he and Trowa shared. Although he would never tell
anyone, Heero was actually smiling and chuckling.
The horrible explosions from his dream woke Duo with a start. He was starting to remember
more and more. Mobile dolls. Wufei's voice over the com system. Deathscythe's cockpit. Yes,
it was slowly coming back to him in pieces.
:But why?:
That was the question that was plaguing him every time he awoke from those confusing dreams.
:Why was I hurt so bad if I'm half as good a pilot as everyone insists I am?:
As his eyes adjusted in the dim light of his hospital room, he felt around for the blankets
that he had thrown off in the cold sweat of his dreams - only to find the diary that Heero
had left with him.
:I should read more of this. I should stop running from what he tells me my past is.:
Duo took a deep breath in and switched on the tiny light above his bed.
"You have visitors, Duo," the nurse said as morning sunlight flooded the tiny hospital room.
The American blinked his eyes open and gazed around him, taking in the sight of four smiling
young men. Especially one that he was strangely growing more fond of, ever since that night
two weeks ago when that one brought him a little book that changed everything.
"You can come home now, Duo," Heero spoke softly and kindly, reaching for his former lover's
hand to ease him out of his bed.
"Really?" Duo studdered, sitting up straight, reaching a hand up to his head to ease a
fading headache.
:The dreams are becoming more clear. If only I'd been able to sleep a little longer.:
Quatre was outright beaming, reaching for Duo's arms, leading him to the doorway. "You're
going to love the mansion! At least, if your personality is still intact!"
Duo grinned and mimed a punch at the gentle Arabian. Things had been so much easier since
Heero brought him the diary. Maybe if he couldn't remember how things were between him and
the other pilots, at least now he could see how they were SUPPOSED to be. Only one piece of
the puzzle of his memories was missing. He could sense it. It was just so far away....
By the time his thoughts returned to the surface, he was already being led out of the
hospital, wearing clothes he didn't remember putting on, getting into something that he
could only assume to be a car....
:Fuzzy. So fuzzy.:
"Hop in!" Quatre smiled, giving him a gentle nudge.
Duo climbed into the car, situating himself into a seat on the far side, allowing the
other's to have more room.
:Quatre must be pretty rich. This is a nice car...:
The usually quiet Trowa gave Duo a quizzical glance, "Do you remember anything about the
Winner Mansion?" At Duo's blank stare, the green-eyed young man's face softened, leaning
over to be heard better. "You'll see soon enough."
As the limo pulled up the gates of one of Quatre's many residences, Duo's eyes widened with
surprised, elciting a grin from the other four pilots. He had barely allowed for the
vehicle to stop before rushing inside the house for himself, completly disregarding the
fact that there were guard's practically everywhere.
:And of course they're ignoring me. This is amazing!:
Duo was running in and out of rooms with vigor, exploring the great house as if nothing else
in his life had any importance. The grin across his face was a gentle reminded of how
innocent he was these days - none of the pain in his past present to cause any faulter in
his expression. And then -
Duo came to a door with a small insciption on the side, one that recognized as his own name;
and Heero's. Carved into the wood on the door frame and encircled by a small heart. With one
fluid movment, he turned the doorknob and pushed it open, stepping into what only could have
been his old room.
:Well....it still is my room of course:
He wasn't prepared for the hand on his shoulder, causing him to jerk around with a start.
"It's our room," Heero's voice was soft, his hand guiding - not pushing - the American
further into the living quarters he was slowly starting to see in his memories. They were
extremely blury, but they were surfacing none the less.
As oppose to the tactic he had chosen for the rest of the house, Duo simply sat on one of
the bed's, looking around the room with curiosity. His eyes landed on the computer.
:The computer. In the diary it says that I hated that computer. I don't hate it now. I don't
remember hating it. Why would I hate it? It says that Heero payed more attention to it than
to me. But he had mission reports....:
His eyes fell on the bedside table, the drawer wide open, and a photograph hanging half way
out.
:It's a picture of Heero. But the paper's rough. Like it had been soaked with water and then
left to dry. Almost like someone cried while holding it under them. I don't remember crying:
"Quatre told me that you would look at that whenever I would go out on a mission," Heero
said facing away from Duo, gazing out the window on the opposite side of the room. "I never
had anything like that for when you would go out. Well, except for the last time. The last
time before....." his voice trailed off and he turned to face the braided youth, tears
brimming on the edge of his eyes.
"I did have this," he fumbled around in his pocket, producing a small golden cross.
Small golden cross....
/Duo....Duo, never forget what we taught you here.../
:Father Maxwell...I can hear his voice...his name...but....why...:
But his thoughts answered that for him. Images of scorched walls, dying bodies, a priest, a
kind priest. A kind priest who gave him a small golden cross. A cross he cherished. A cross
he loved. Something he never took off. It reminded him of who he was. Why he had to fight.
:I have to fight.:
He was a good fighter. Trained by the best. The worst. Anything to get the job done. The
job. The mission. His mission. He pilot Deathscythe. Deathscythe.
:My Deathscythe. My Gundam.:
The Gundams. He was a Gundam pilot. Is a Gundam pilot. Heero is a Gundam pilot. Heero. Heero
loved him. He loved Heero. They were in love. They are still in love.
:I'm in love. In love with Heero...:
I would look at that picture of him whenever he would go on missions. Sometimes I would have
to go on missions. He didn't have anything. Except.......
Duo's eyes widened. The night. The night he was called away on a mission. He and Heero had
been....busy. The cross. He had taken off the cross. He didn't have time to get it. But he
hadn't remembered that when he was on the battle field.
:I was too distracted with my own ego to think. I wasn't thinking.....I could have been
killed. Oh gods, I might as well have been killed! What I put Heero, my Heero through! Oh
gods, no!:
"HEERO!" the American pilot looked up with pain and horror in his eyes, startling the
up-until-now-quiet Japanese boy.
Duo staggered to his feet and made his way across the room, his arms outstretched with tears
streaming down his face.
"Heero, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, buring his face in Heero's neck. "I never meant to be
so cruel! I didn't know! Oh, Heero, I didn't know!"
Quatre came running into the room, out of breath, obviously trying to have been keeping up
with the rescently released patient.
"Duo! Is everything okay?"
"Quatre!" he shouted with glee, turning from his koi for a moment to fling his arms around
the blonde's neck. "Quatre I remember! I remember everything! Trowa!" he greeted the taller
boy who had just walked into the room, nowhere near as worked up as his lover, but the joy
in his eyes betrayed his feelings.
"You seem to be back to your normal self," was all he said, allowing one corner of his mouth
to creep up in a smirk.
"And Wufei!" Duo exclaimed, turning to face the final young man to enter the room. His face
stilled and his grin deepened. "Wufei, I thank you. I thank you for saving my life when I
was acting like a complete idiot out there." At the Chinese boy's quiet smile and short nod,
he turned his attention back to Heero.
"Duo..." Heero's eyes were wide with compassion. A quick glance up and past Duo's shoulder
told the other pilots without words that he wanted some time alone with the American.
In their own fashion, each of them ushered themselves out, leaving the two lovers alone in
the room that they would now again share.
"Heero..." he echoed in an almost too-expectant fashion, stepping foward slowly to meet him
halfway, melting into his koibito's embrace, completely dissolving in his kiss.
Moonlight shown throw the curtain-parted window of their room. After their bout of showing
affection for each other, the lovers spent the next few hours just talking. Catching up, so
to speak, even though they had been in contact with each other the entire time. Eventually,
though, it was Duo to fall asleep first, his angelic features shining in the blue glow of
night.
Heero glanced over towards the mirror on the opposite side of the room, simply admiring the
picture that he and his lover made together, the cross now back in it's place, around Duo's
neck. For some unknown reason, soft tears were streaming down his face, catching the moon
beams ever so slightly. But they were not tears of pain, angst, of any form of sorrow. No.
These were tears of joy. Tears of relief and happiness and pure content.
:I'm crying again. I love it when I cry. The look in my eyes tells me that I'm alive through
the mask I must wear. Therfor, I love it.:
The end.
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GUNDAM WING AND IT'S CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS
ALL ORIGINAL FICTION CONSIDERED PROPERTY OF KYORYOKU NAZO
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By: Kyoryoku Nazo
Part 2
It was raining hard by the time Heero reached the hospital and it was just as good. With the
water streaming down his face, it was apparent to none that the pilot was crying. Tucked
carefully inside of his shirt, Heero cradeled Duo's diary.
:If this doesn't work, I don't know what the hell will...:
The bright flouresant hospital almost blinded him as Heero made his way to Duo's room,
shielding his eyes from the contrast of the dark and stormy night. His steps were wide and
sure, stopping perfectly and turning to face the room his lover resided in. He took a deep
breath. Two. Three. Ten.
:DAMMIT! This isn't getting you anywhere! Just go in!:
With one final sigh, Heero pushed the door open and made his way inside, stopping directly
at the side of the braided boy's bed. His fingers tightened and loosened around the diary's
cover, waiting as patiently as possible for the young man to notice his pressence.
Finally, after an eternity, but what could have only been about a minute, violet eyes
opened to face Heero's pale blue, not a moment after opening his mouth to protest the
Perfect Solider's pressence.
"Wait," Heero's voice was pleading and brisk, not giving Duo a chance to scream like that
fateful night nearly a month ago. "Hear me out...it's just that...I have something...and..
if you would just....ah, hell, Duo, I went and found your diary, and I want to read you
something."
Duo's jaw snapped shut, a look of curiosity passing over his face. "You went through me
stuff?" the question trailed off, as if he suddenly realized the relevence of that statement
and how little it added up to.
Once again, Heero didn't even give the boy a chance to speak, turning to the first page of
the diary, clearing his throat and commencing to read the words that reflected everything
that the American had lost on that fateful night.
"I swore that I'd never write in this thing. It would just be giving in to what HE wants me
to do. The Professor thinks that I'll crumble under the stress and that I should 'have
something to relieve my burden'. For years it's collected dust in the bottom of my bags, but
ever since two days ago, I've felt the need to tell someone this, and, well....there isn't
anyone else to tell. It's really just another sign that I'm destined to be alone. Another
Thing that makes me different from everyone else. After all, boys are supposed to like
girls. And the creature with sparkling blue eyes that changed my life is certainly not a
girl."
At that point, Heero glanced up to see that at least he still had Duo's attention. The
violet eyes opened and closed slowly with curiosity rather than fear. He took it as a good
sign and continued to read. It was the next page, the next entry.
"Somehow we wound up at the same school for this mission. Even in something trivial like
gym class, I feel this bond with him. The way we move together on the courts; it's like we
share the same thoughts, thinking as one," There were more dots on the page, allowing Heero
to almost hear Duo pause as he read it. "Listen to me. Getting all poetic and deep. When
have I ever acted like this? Towards anyone? Over anything? After all the times I've looked
at this journel and swore at Professor G for insulting me with it's pressence, I never
thought I'd be outright thankful for it."
He turned the page again.
"It's getting to the point where I can't help but trace his body with my eyes every time I
see him." Heero blushed. "I really wish that I could just tell him and get it over with....
but when I think about not ever being able to just talk casually with him, just because I
descided to be stupid and act in a moment of passion..... I'd never be able to forgive
myself."
"I...I wrote that?" Duo asked slowly, looking at Heero with fear and confusion in his eyes,
pleading with the stoic pilot for an answer. "I mean... Of course I don't remember it, but,
I wrote that?"
Heero smiled and leaned foward. "Yes, yes Duo, you wrote that. You wrote every thing in this
diary."
"Can I see it?" the American asked innocently, reaching his hand forward for the small book
that Heero still had clasped firmly within his grip.
This time it was a genuine and hearfelt felt smile that spread across Heero's face, his eyes
softening with kindness and relief. "Of course. It's yours after all. Why don't you take a
while and go through it. I can leave if you want your privacey."
"Okay," Duo replied quickly, already submerged in the diary.
Without any further suggestion, the solider made his way out of Duo's room, closing the door
behind him and proceeding to lean back up against it and breath a sigh of relief.
Even though Duo was still in the hospital, Heero slept well that night back in his room at
Quatre's mansion. The blonde Arab was heading back towards his own quarters when he noticed
that a light was still on in Heero's room. Half expecting Heero to be sulking in a corner
like he usually had been lately, he was quite surprised to see the pilot actually grinning
from ear to ear as he made his status reports.
"Heero? Is everything alright?"
Heero quickly fixed his expression when he noticed Quatre's pressence, setting his mouth
into a solid line and clearing his throat. "The usual."
"Ah," Quatre hid a grin. "I noticed you come in later than the norm. Did you go and visit
Duo again?"
"Hai," was the short response.
"And how was he?" Quatre asked casually, making his way out of the room, quite satisfied
that nothing was horribly wrong in the life of the Wing pilot.
"Better." Quatre grinned and turned down the hall, looking back over his shoulder before
finally retreating to the room that he and Trowa shared. Although he would never tell
anyone, Heero was actually smiling and chuckling.
The horrible explosions from his dream woke Duo with a start. He was starting to remember
more and more. Mobile dolls. Wufei's voice over the com system. Deathscythe's cockpit. Yes,
it was slowly coming back to him in pieces.
:But why?:
That was the question that was plaguing him every time he awoke from those confusing dreams.
:Why was I hurt so bad if I'm half as good a pilot as everyone insists I am?:
As his eyes adjusted in the dim light of his hospital room, he felt around for the blankets
that he had thrown off in the cold sweat of his dreams - only to find the diary that Heero
had left with him.
:I should read more of this. I should stop running from what he tells me my past is.:
Duo took a deep breath in and switched on the tiny light above his bed.
"You have visitors, Duo," the nurse said as morning sunlight flooded the tiny hospital room.
The American blinked his eyes open and gazed around him, taking in the sight of four smiling
young men. Especially one that he was strangely growing more fond of, ever since that night
two weeks ago when that one brought him a little book that changed everything.
"You can come home now, Duo," Heero spoke softly and kindly, reaching for his former lover's
hand to ease him out of his bed.
"Really?" Duo studdered, sitting up straight, reaching a hand up to his head to ease a
fading headache.
:The dreams are becoming more clear. If only I'd been able to sleep a little longer.:
Quatre was outright beaming, reaching for Duo's arms, leading him to the doorway. "You're
going to love the mansion! At least, if your personality is still intact!"
Duo grinned and mimed a punch at the gentle Arabian. Things had been so much easier since
Heero brought him the diary. Maybe if he couldn't remember how things were between him and
the other pilots, at least now he could see how they were SUPPOSED to be. Only one piece of
the puzzle of his memories was missing. He could sense it. It was just so far away....
By the time his thoughts returned to the surface, he was already being led out of the
hospital, wearing clothes he didn't remember putting on, getting into something that he
could only assume to be a car....
:Fuzzy. So fuzzy.:
"Hop in!" Quatre smiled, giving him a gentle nudge.
Duo climbed into the car, situating himself into a seat on the far side, allowing the
other's to have more room.
:Quatre must be pretty rich. This is a nice car...:
The usually quiet Trowa gave Duo a quizzical glance, "Do you remember anything about the
Winner Mansion?" At Duo's blank stare, the green-eyed young man's face softened, leaning
over to be heard better. "You'll see soon enough."
As the limo pulled up the gates of one of Quatre's many residences, Duo's eyes widened with
surprised, elciting a grin from the other four pilots. He had barely allowed for the
vehicle to stop before rushing inside the house for himself, completly disregarding the
fact that there were guard's practically everywhere.
:And of course they're ignoring me. This is amazing!:
Duo was running in and out of rooms with vigor, exploring the great house as if nothing else
in his life had any importance. The grin across his face was a gentle reminded of how
innocent he was these days - none of the pain in his past present to cause any faulter in
his expression. And then -
Duo came to a door with a small insciption on the side, one that recognized as his own name;
and Heero's. Carved into the wood on the door frame and encircled by a small heart. With one
fluid movment, he turned the doorknob and pushed it open, stepping into what only could have
been his old room.
:Well....it still is my room of course:
He wasn't prepared for the hand on his shoulder, causing him to jerk around with a start.
"It's our room," Heero's voice was soft, his hand guiding - not pushing - the American
further into the living quarters he was slowly starting to see in his memories. They were
extremely blury, but they were surfacing none the less.
As oppose to the tactic he had chosen for the rest of the house, Duo simply sat on one of
the bed's, looking around the room with curiosity. His eyes landed on the computer.
:The computer. In the diary it says that I hated that computer. I don't hate it now. I don't
remember hating it. Why would I hate it? It says that Heero payed more attention to it than
to me. But he had mission reports....:
His eyes fell on the bedside table, the drawer wide open, and a photograph hanging half way
out.
:It's a picture of Heero. But the paper's rough. Like it had been soaked with water and then
left to dry. Almost like someone cried while holding it under them. I don't remember crying:
"Quatre told me that you would look at that whenever I would go out on a mission," Heero
said facing away from Duo, gazing out the window on the opposite side of the room. "I never
had anything like that for when you would go out. Well, except for the last time. The last
time before....." his voice trailed off and he turned to face the braided youth, tears
brimming on the edge of his eyes.
"I did have this," he fumbled around in his pocket, producing a small golden cross.
Small golden cross....
/Duo....Duo, never forget what we taught you here.../
:Father Maxwell...I can hear his voice...his name...but....why...:
But his thoughts answered that for him. Images of scorched walls, dying bodies, a priest, a
kind priest. A kind priest who gave him a small golden cross. A cross he cherished. A cross
he loved. Something he never took off. It reminded him of who he was. Why he had to fight.
:I have to fight.:
He was a good fighter. Trained by the best. The worst. Anything to get the job done. The
job. The mission. His mission. He pilot Deathscythe. Deathscythe.
:My Deathscythe. My Gundam.:
The Gundams. He was a Gundam pilot. Is a Gundam pilot. Heero is a Gundam pilot. Heero. Heero
loved him. He loved Heero. They were in love. They are still in love.
:I'm in love. In love with Heero...:
I would look at that picture of him whenever he would go on missions. Sometimes I would have
to go on missions. He didn't have anything. Except.......
Duo's eyes widened. The night. The night he was called away on a mission. He and Heero had
been....busy. The cross. He had taken off the cross. He didn't have time to get it. But he
hadn't remembered that when he was on the battle field.
:I was too distracted with my own ego to think. I wasn't thinking.....I could have been
killed. Oh gods, I might as well have been killed! What I put Heero, my Heero through! Oh
gods, no!:
"HEERO!" the American pilot looked up with pain and horror in his eyes, startling the
up-until-now-quiet Japanese boy.
Duo staggered to his feet and made his way across the room, his arms outstretched with tears
streaming down his face.
"Heero, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, buring his face in Heero's neck. "I never meant to be
so cruel! I didn't know! Oh, Heero, I didn't know!"
Quatre came running into the room, out of breath, obviously trying to have been keeping up
with the rescently released patient.
"Duo! Is everything okay?"
"Quatre!" he shouted with glee, turning from his koi for a moment to fling his arms around
the blonde's neck. "Quatre I remember! I remember everything! Trowa!" he greeted the taller
boy who had just walked into the room, nowhere near as worked up as his lover, but the joy
in his eyes betrayed his feelings.
"You seem to be back to your normal self," was all he said, allowing one corner of his mouth
to creep up in a smirk.
"And Wufei!" Duo exclaimed, turning to face the final young man to enter the room. His face
stilled and his grin deepened. "Wufei, I thank you. I thank you for saving my life when I
was acting like a complete idiot out there." At the Chinese boy's quiet smile and short nod,
he turned his attention back to Heero.
"Duo..." Heero's eyes were wide with compassion. A quick glance up and past Duo's shoulder
told the other pilots without words that he wanted some time alone with the American.
In their own fashion, each of them ushered themselves out, leaving the two lovers alone in
the room that they would now again share.
"Heero..." he echoed in an almost too-expectant fashion, stepping foward slowly to meet him
halfway, melting into his koibito's embrace, completely dissolving in his kiss.
Moonlight shown throw the curtain-parted window of their room. After their bout of showing
affection for each other, the lovers spent the next few hours just talking. Catching up, so
to speak, even though they had been in contact with each other the entire time. Eventually,
though, it was Duo to fall asleep first, his angelic features shining in the blue glow of
night.
Heero glanced over towards the mirror on the opposite side of the room, simply admiring the
picture that he and his lover made together, the cross now back in it's place, around Duo's
neck. For some unknown reason, soft tears were streaming down his face, catching the moon
beams ever so slightly. But they were not tears of pain, angst, of any form of sorrow. No.
These were tears of joy. Tears of relief and happiness and pure content.
:I'm crying again. I love it when I cry. The look in my eyes tells me that I'm alive through
the mask I must wear. Therfor, I love it.:
The end.
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GUNDAM WING AND IT'S CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS
ALL ORIGINAL FICTION CONSIDERED PROPERTY OF KYORYOKU NAZO
*********************************