Chapter Eight
Duo fell back on the bed. Why had Quatre run out? Why? Didn't Quatre understand his feelings for him? Or did he even understand them himself? Did he even have any? Duo's head spun in circles. He loved Heero yet Quatre was more of who he wanted for a lover. Quatre understood his feelings. Quatre understood that he needed someone to talk to. Heero, however, had run out on him.
Duo got up and went out towards the kitchen. He passed through the door and down the hallway. Going down the stairs he tripped and fell half way down. Not that anyone cares. Not that anyone ever cared. Or ever will. Why did Heero ever act like he loved me? He never acted like it tonight when he was laying with me in the den.
Duo passed through the den, much as it pained him, there was no over way to the kitchen. He walked through the various rooms. Since they had only moved in recently, he was still unfamiliar with the way through.
The door in the living room opened slowly like the person was unsure. It squeaked as it opened. Partway open the passageway stopped and stayed partially open. Heero probably didn't close the door all the way. It's just the wind. Duo moved to close it. The door had started opening farther. Suddenly, it opened all the way. Heero came through.
Duo rushed to Heero and hugged him. He held him as close as possible even if he was wet. Duo turned his head and kissed Heero's cheek. Heero fell into him. He held Duo like nothing else mattered. The water dripped down his hair and fell onto Duo's cheek.
After a second, they let go. Heero's eyes started to flow with tears. Duo looked at him worriedly. His Heero was crying. Heero never cried. Duo took Heero by the hand and led him towards his room. No one needed to know that Heero was home or that he was sobbing.
Duo looked in his closet for some clothes for Heero to change into for now. He picked out a pair of shorts and a black shirt. Heero was so distraught that Duo had to help him change. After Heero had calmed down a bit Duo helped him slip under the blankets. Duo pulled up a chair and spun it around. Then he straddled it. Poor Heero was still crying. He was shivering with each gasp of breath. Duo stroked Heero's hair.
"Wait right here, Heero. I will be right back. Don't worry, Heero," Duo said as he backed up. Duo went into the bathroom and got a towel. He came back into the room. Heero was still shivering. He took the towel and rubbed it over Heero's face and hair trying to dry it off a bit. The towel did little good. Duo looked at Heero laying prone in the bed. He continued to stroke Heero's hair. Heero closed his eyes slowly, exhausted.
Duo sat by Heero all night. He just let him lay there instead of getting into bed with him. Heero shook and convulsed all night leaving Duo worried. Eventually, he slipped into sleep. A worried and light sleep that caused Duo to toss and turn all night like his Heero.
Duo fell back on the bed. Why had Quatre run out? Why? Didn't Quatre understand his feelings for him? Or did he even understand them himself? Did he even have any? Duo's head spun in circles. He loved Heero yet Quatre was more of who he wanted for a lover. Quatre understood his feelings. Quatre understood that he needed someone to talk to. Heero, however, had run out on him.
Duo got up and went out towards the kitchen. He passed through the door and down the hallway. Going down the stairs he tripped and fell half way down. Not that anyone cares. Not that anyone ever cared. Or ever will. Why did Heero ever act like he loved me? He never acted like it tonight when he was laying with me in the den.
Duo passed through the den, much as it pained him, there was no over way to the kitchen. He walked through the various rooms. Since they had only moved in recently, he was still unfamiliar with the way through.
The door in the living room opened slowly like the person was unsure. It squeaked as it opened. Partway open the passageway stopped and stayed partially open. Heero probably didn't close the door all the way. It's just the wind. Duo moved to close it. The door had started opening farther. Suddenly, it opened all the way. Heero came through.
Duo rushed to Heero and hugged him. He held him as close as possible even if he was wet. Duo turned his head and kissed Heero's cheek. Heero fell into him. He held Duo like nothing else mattered. The water dripped down his hair and fell onto Duo's cheek.
After a second, they let go. Heero's eyes started to flow with tears. Duo looked at him worriedly. His Heero was crying. Heero never cried. Duo took Heero by the hand and led him towards his room. No one needed to know that Heero was home or that he was sobbing.
Duo looked in his closet for some clothes for Heero to change into for now. He picked out a pair of shorts and a black shirt. Heero was so distraught that Duo had to help him change. After Heero had calmed down a bit Duo helped him slip under the blankets. Duo pulled up a chair and spun it around. Then he straddled it. Poor Heero was still crying. He was shivering with each gasp of breath. Duo stroked Heero's hair.
"Wait right here, Heero. I will be right back. Don't worry, Heero," Duo said as he backed up. Duo went into the bathroom and got a towel. He came back into the room. Heero was still shivering. He took the towel and rubbed it over Heero's face and hair trying to dry it off a bit. The towel did little good. Duo looked at Heero laying prone in the bed. He continued to stroke Heero's hair. Heero closed his eyes slowly, exhausted.
Duo sat by Heero all night. He just let him lay there instead of getting into bed with him. Heero shook and convulsed all night leaving Duo worried. Eventually, he slipped into sleep. A worried and light sleep that caused Duo to toss and turn all night like his Heero.
