Chapter One
"Heero! Where are you going?" Duo cried out at the night as Heero's black form melted into the pounding rain. "Heero?" he said more softly, almost pleadingly. "Why do you continue to run, Heero? The wars are over. We can finally be contemplating..."
Duo closed the door slowly, hoping for Heero to return.
* * * * *
Heero continued through the night. Faster, harder, his legs pounded the ground. Faster, faster. Harder, harder. Never slow down. He raced from the fear. He fled from Duo. But mostly, he ran away from himself. The rain soaked through his shirt leaving it plastered to his skin. Sweat poured down his forehead.
Heero charged through the night. He was scared. What would happen now? The wars had ended. He had no place now. He was the perfect soldier. If you were trained to fight and nothing else, what would you do once you destroyed the enemy? Would you make enemies of everybody, so you would never run out of opponents? But once you had destroyed them, what was left? Yourself. And if you were the perfect soldier, you were gone too.
Heero flew through the air. He screamed at himself as he landed on a puddle of mud. The brown liquid covered his face and seeped from his hair, making the bangs stick to his forehead. He sat there, vulnerable. His feelings, which he had kept bottled up for so long, were released. He cried. He cried and cried. The whole time he thought of his lover.
Duo...Will I be forced to make you an enemy as well? Or have I already? Will you still be able to love me? The thoughts flew through his head. They were overwhelming. His head surged with the images. Each tear that flowed down his face was a representation of another picture in his head. Each tear was another fear of his love with Duo. He wanted to get rid of the pain so bad. He wanted to die if necessary. But he couldn't. Not now. Now all he could do was run from himself.
"Heero! Where are you going?" Duo cried out at the night as Heero's black form melted into the pounding rain. "Heero?" he said more softly, almost pleadingly. "Why do you continue to run, Heero? The wars are over. We can finally be contemplating..."
Duo closed the door slowly, hoping for Heero to return.
* * * * *
Heero continued through the night. Faster, harder, his legs pounded the ground. Faster, faster. Harder, harder. Never slow down. He raced from the fear. He fled from Duo. But mostly, he ran away from himself. The rain soaked through his shirt leaving it plastered to his skin. Sweat poured down his forehead.
Heero charged through the night. He was scared. What would happen now? The wars had ended. He had no place now. He was the perfect soldier. If you were trained to fight and nothing else, what would you do once you destroyed the enemy? Would you make enemies of everybody, so you would never run out of opponents? But once you had destroyed them, what was left? Yourself. And if you were the perfect soldier, you were gone too.
Heero flew through the air. He screamed at himself as he landed on a puddle of mud. The brown liquid covered his face and seeped from his hair, making the bangs stick to his forehead. He sat there, vulnerable. His feelings, which he had kept bottled up for so long, were released. He cried. He cried and cried. The whole time he thought of his lover.
Duo...Will I be forced to make you an enemy as well? Or have I already? Will you still be able to love me? The thoughts flew through his head. They were overwhelming. His head surged with the images. Each tear that flowed down his face was a representation of another picture in his head. Each tear was another fear of his love with Duo. He wanted to get rid of the pain so bad. He wanted to die if necessary. But he couldn't. Not now. Now all he could do was run from himself.
