By Diana
The dorm was silent. Across the
corridors, no voice, no steps, only the quiet annoying noise of the wind
blowing against the windows.
In each room, couples of students lying
silent and deep asleep, already in the land of their dreams.
But in one room, at the end of the
corridor, behind a shut, brown door, a boy laid on his bed, staring at the
ceiling. He was not able to sleep, not willing to talk, just stared at the
blank ceiling, thinking and listening to the wind.
Duo turned his head to give Heero a long, meditative
gaze. Heero lay on the other bed, only one small night table between them.
Thanks to the full moonlight, Duo was
able to see Heero's strong hand lying on the blanket, the outlines of his
profile, the dark, long bangs covering his forehead, and under the bangs, a
dark eye opened.
"Can't you sleep?" Duo asked
softly.
"No," came the cold answer.
"Why?"
"Just because."
Silence fell again. The wind was
blowing; a door slamming somewhere.
"Why? Can't you sleep?" Heero
asked suddenly.
Duo didn't answer; he just lay there,
not knowing what to do or say.
Finally, he sat up, his long braid
following his motions.
"May I come to your bed?" Duo
asked.
Heero didn't answer; he just frowned and
sat up.
Suddenly, Duo left his bed and sat on
the edge of Heero's, looking straight into his friend's eyes as he was
searching for something.
Heero frowned deeper, his legs against
his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees.
"What's the matter with you?"
Heero asked, colder as ever.
Duo blinked a few times before speaking,
his voice low and quiet as he was sharing a great secret.
"What would you say if I told you
that there's someone I like?"
Heero's forehead relaxed, the frowns
disappeared, but coldness rested in his eyes.
"I would probably ask who it
is," was his answer.
Duo nodded, seeming satisfied with the
answer he got.
"Would you be interested?"
"Sure. I have to know who it is, so
I can kill her, before she could interfere with our..."
"It's not a she."
"...missions..."
Silence fell again.
There was a wall between them; Duo could
feel it. A big gray wall and Duo had tried so many times to break it; he had
tried so many times to climb it. He was tired.
"Would you mind giving me your
hand, Heero?"
"Why?"
"Just do it. Give me your
hand."
"No."
"Come on."
"Leave me alone."
"No."
"Just do it, Duo."
Suddenly, Duo grabbed Heero's hand,
putting it against his chest.
Surprisingly enough, Heero didn't push
away; he left his hand where it was, on Duo's chest, clasped between Duo's
warm, calloused hands.
"Do you feel that, Heero?"
"What?"
"It's my heart. Beating. Do you
feel it?"
A quiet bump bump against his palm, he could feel it.
Heero nodded.
Duo smiled, just a twitch of his
generous mouth.
"What does this mean, Duo?"
"Nothing, it has no meaning if you
don't want it to."
"Let go of my hand."
"No."
"Duo..."
"I like your hand, Heero. It feels
good... it feels... It feels right, here, where it is now. Don't you feel
it?"
"I feel nothing."
"That's a lie. You felt my
heart."
A quiet bump bump against his palm, he still could feel it.
"What do you want, Duo?"
Duo stared straight into Heero's eyes.
"What do you want, Heero? The truth or a lie?"
"The truth."
"I'm in love with you."
"A lie."
"I never lie."
Holding Heero's hand, Duo sat close by
him.
Heero could feel the heat of his body so
overwhelming and the strong grip on his sweaty hand.
"It's your turn, Heero, ask me
again," Duo whispered in his ear.
"What do you want, Duo? The truth
or a lie?"
"A lie."
"I will never love you."
END
