Alright, I know I don't have the 5 reviews yet, but Dar wants this posted. Most of you do not know Dar, but she's a big inspiration for me. She may not be my real sister, but I think of her as one. She's stood up for me when people who don't understand me said things about me, and continues to support me even though I'm different. I have friends offline who wouldn't like me if they knew some of the secrets she does. She's a constant encouragement… I'm not sure where I'd be without her. Sis, this one's for you… I love ya! ^.~
Mournful Love ~ Chapter 2
Relena knocked swiftly three times on the door. She was just preparing to knock again, when Duo cheerfully swung it open. He was faking a smile, of course, but she didn't realize it. Her thoughts were on one thing.
Seeing Heero again.
"Oh, um, Duo, nice to see you again. Would you do me a favor?" she asked and the continued before waiting for an answer, "I have another bag in the back seat, would you mind getting it for me? Thanks." With that she picked up the small bag she had brought with her and walked inside. Duo stood frustrated for a moment before reluctantly walking to her car. He looked down at the bag spitefully. She was going to do it again, he could already tell. Why did he bother anymore? She'd only hang all over Heero the entire time. Frustrated, he walked back to the house with her bag.
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"Well, some people still blame the war on the Earth, so not everyone in the colonies is on good terms with everyone down here, but we're getting there," Relena was saying at supper that night. Duo was barely listening. Instead, he was watching Heero. Heero sat looking directly at Relena, which sometimes caused her to trail off in mid-sentence, but no one seemed to notice. He expected they were blocking her out too. Heero seemed to be the only one really listening, but that figured.
He still remembered their greeting earlier that night. Relena had walked in, obviously looking for Heero right away, and she found him. As soon as she had she flung her arms around him as if they were old friends… or more. Heero hadn't seemed to care. Duo had about dropped her bag right then. Not only didn't he care; he was practically hugging back! Just thinking about it now made all the jealousy come rushing back. How could he do that? Didn't he realize how much he cared for him?
While Duo sat with his gloomy thoughts, Wufei studied him. He could tell Duo was watching Heero, he had been most of the night. He hadn't said much at all, so Wufei knew he wasn't happy. What bothered him though, was that he wasn't even acting happy. Usually he'd at least put on a show. Tonight was different though… he didn't even try. He probably wanted Heero to see how upset he was. He probably thought it would make a difference. Couldn't he see that Heero didn't care? Was he that blind? Why couldn't he see that someone did care? That he cared, and always would.
***
"Heero, is it worth it though?" Quatre asked looking at the taller man soberly. Heero's expression didn't change.
"Quatre, I'm no good for him, it would be better for us both if one of us let go. He'll never do it, so I have to."
"Maybe you should tell him, talk it out. Maybe-" Heero cut him off.
"There can't be any maybes! He'll only say I'm wrong, trust me, I've thought it all out," Heero said. "I don't want to hurt him, but it'll hurt him more if I don't do this. Can't you see that?"
Quatre looked down. "Will it hurt you, Heero?" he said just above a whisper. Heero stood, unmoving for a moment. "Do you love him?" Heero looked out the window. He studied the view from Quatre and Trowa's room. It wasn't as good as the one from Duo's room, but it was a little better than the one from his own. He glanced around the room, almost chuckling to himself when he noticed the beds. Only one looked used. But that figured, everyone knew Trowa and Quatre were together.
"Yes, I do," he said softly. Then, more determinedly, "That's why I have to do this." Quatre sighed in defeat. There was no way he'd win this battle.
"Fine, Heero, do what you must, but try to let him down easily." Heero barely nodded. Quatre opened his mouth to say something more, but the door opened before he had the chance. Trowa looked between the two and then began to retreat from the room.
"No, Trowa, it's okay, we're done talking," Heero said walking to the doorway. "Later, you two," he said and left. Trowa closed the door behind him and looked down at Quatre who stood a few feet away.
"What did he want?" he asked.
"Advice, sorta," Quatre said, then added sadly, "He's leaving Duo."
"Hn." Trowa walked to Quatre. "Why?"
"I'm not sure, all he said was that he's no good for him."
"I see…" With that, Trowa scooped Quatre up and carried him to their bed. He laid him down softly and lowered his head to Quatre's, their lips barely brushing one another. Smiling softly, Quatre put his arms around Trowa's neck and pulled him down into a more passionate kiss.
***
Duo sat on the couch, a bottle of liquor in one hand, and the remote in the other. Heero could be such an ass. Relena didn't help at all. Didn't she know Heero was his? Sighing, he lifted the bottle and took another drink.
"Shouldn't you be in bed, Maxwell?" A voice asked from the doorway.
"Who're you Wafer, my mother?" Duo asked slowly stumbling over the words. Obviously he was drunk.
"Are you trying to insult me? I'm no woman, and if I was I'd be ashamed to have bore you," he said smirking as he walked to the couch and sat down next to Duo. The cushion shifted, and, unable to hold himself up, Duo shifted with them landing himself against Wufei.
"You want some Wafer?" Duo asked swinging the bottle and almost hitting Wufei with it.
"I'll get my own," he said picking p a bottle from the table next to him. Obviously Maxwell had planned to stay up and get drunk; he'd brought enough liquor. Being drunk would be the perfect excuse, if Duo could even remember anything in the morning.
"Y'know, Relena was hangin' all over Heero all night t'night." Duo was still slumped against Wufei and didn't seem to notice.
"She always does," Wufei said as he steadily drank the liquor.
"Don' drink t'much, you'll get drunk," Duo mumbled. Wufei only smiled.
Well?! Please, review… I know I'm begging, but it would mean a lot to me. I take things really hard on myself, and I really don't think this is turning out very good, but I have yet to like any of my stories…