American Classic; Part 3

"Heero? How did you survive that blast?" Duo's voice broke the uneasy silence.
"I ran," He sighed sadly, "But the others weren't so lucky. Wufei..." His eyes fell to the cup of tea he held, "Didn't make it out."

A teardrop fell from the usually emotionless boy's eye as he explained what had happened. "We must've made a mistake setting the explosives or something because they went off rather near Wufei..." Another teardrop hit the table, "Not only did the explosion kill him, it set a nearby building on fire. Anyone in that building died, also. Trowa and I," he glanced at Quatre, "Escaped and tried to find a hospital for our burns. I'm surprised there were none close by. We hijacked a carrier and flew it back here but Trowa was caught when we landed. I really only came back to...." Catching the hurt look on Duo's face, he couldn't continue.

"So...you don't care that we've waited three long years to know that the three of you were all right? And now you come in and tell us Trowa was captured, a misplaced bomb killed Wufei, and you don't care about me anymore?" Duo seemed startled by his own implications but desperately needing the answer.

"Duo..." Quatre broke the uneasy silence that had formed between them, "I don't recall..."

"He's right, Quatre." Heero's voice shot out across the table. With a vicious note, he said, "I don't care anymore." With that final statement, he walked calmly out of the room.

Duo sat, heartbroken, at the small table where Heero had been just moments ago. Slowly, quietly, he lay his head on the table, tears welling in his eyes. "Hey, Quatre?" His voice broke the quiet.

"Y-yes, Duo?"

"D'ya think he meant it?"

"Meant *what*?"
"That he doesn't care anymore."

"I fear he did, Duo-kun."

Heero glanced down the dark hall, hearing and seeing nothing. He dashed for the nearest crevice to hide in and resumed checking the hall for officers. Sighting a door, he dashed in only to find himself faced with three OZ soldiers and Trowa shackled to the wall. Reaching for his pistol, he almost didn't see all three officers quickly overpower him.

Thanks for reading, guys. Chase, Kayla, thanks both of you for reviewing and dealing with me at school...I guess this story's kinda dedicated to you two...Anyways, I'll see you when school starts again!

Part four will be up whenever I get it written and enough reviews are obtained. Sorry for the wait, but it takes me a long time to write a short story.