Chapter Seven
Heero neared the house that Dr. J had set them up in. He saw the light on in Duo's room. The rain made the window glow. He slowed down and stared at the window. The rain fell in stronger and thicker waves on his shoulders. His shorts were now drenched as well as his shirt causing them to bond to him like a second skin. His thoughts again caught up with him, overwhelming him. His mind came back with an incredible force.
"No! The...the...," Heero screamed as he grabbed his head and fell to the ground. Heero stared at Duo's room. Why did he feel so awful? Why did he feel like something was in his mind he had to learn but he couldn't remember? That was it. It was his humanity that he had to relearn. That's why the memories of the battlefield had hurt him so much when before they never bothered him. They were useful in the situation he was in at the time but now they were simply sores and pains on his mind. The images of the mobile suits that he had destroyed came back into his mind. This time instead of thinking they were going to be useful on the no longer existent battlefield he thought they were horrible. All the times he had laughed after destroying a suit were now a torment.
His Duo...he could make this better. He would give him something to put him to sleep and then Duo would sit there, stroking his hair, until he fell asleep. Duo wouldn't abandon him the way he had abandoned Duo. Duo would stay there. Duo would protect him. No matter what happened, he could trust his lover. He could always trust him.
Heero got to his feet a bit unsteadily and walked to the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob and started to turn it. The door creaked open a bit. Heero paused. The house was so quiet. He took a deep breath and pushed the door the rest of the way open.
Heero stepped through the door to come face to face with Duo.
Heero neared the house that Dr. J had set them up in. He saw the light on in Duo's room. The rain made the window glow. He slowed down and stared at the window. The rain fell in stronger and thicker waves on his shoulders. His shorts were now drenched as well as his shirt causing them to bond to him like a second skin. His thoughts again caught up with him, overwhelming him. His mind came back with an incredible force.
"No! The...the...," Heero screamed as he grabbed his head and fell to the ground. Heero stared at Duo's room. Why did he feel so awful? Why did he feel like something was in his mind he had to learn but he couldn't remember? That was it. It was his humanity that he had to relearn. That's why the memories of the battlefield had hurt him so much when before they never bothered him. They were useful in the situation he was in at the time but now they were simply sores and pains on his mind. The images of the mobile suits that he had destroyed came back into his mind. This time instead of thinking they were going to be useful on the no longer existent battlefield he thought they were horrible. All the times he had laughed after destroying a suit were now a torment.
His Duo...he could make this better. He would give him something to put him to sleep and then Duo would sit there, stroking his hair, until he fell asleep. Duo wouldn't abandon him the way he had abandoned Duo. Duo would stay there. Duo would protect him. No matter what happened, he could trust his lover. He could always trust him.
Heero got to his feet a bit unsteadily and walked to the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob and started to turn it. The door creaked open a bit. Heero paused. The house was so quiet. He took a deep breath and pushed the door the rest of the way open.
Heero stepped through the door to come face to face with Duo.
