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Heero turned to his laptop at the beeping sounds that issued from it. Sighing slightly in his mind, he opened it and read the message that flashed across the screen. A mission. For him. Alone. Dangerous. Heero read what he required and turned off the laptop. Walking around the room to gather everything he would need, he turned to see the sleeping pilot.

Duo's eyes were rather puffy from what Heero could see and for some reason, Wing Zero pilot knew that the braided boy had been crying, but over what? He quickly dismissed the question and wrote a quick note for Duo and placed it on Shinigami's bedside table. He looked down at the sleeping boy and with trembling fingers, brushed away his bangs and kissed his forehead gently.

Relieved that the boy was still asleep, Heero smiled at him in a wistful manner and snuck out of the dorm. He had a bad feeling about the mission.

Duo woke up, feeling strangely contented and warm. Yawning and stretching, he got out of bed, to notice a white piece of paper on his bedside table. Curious, he picked it up and read the neat writing that belonged to Heero.

Duo,

Out of mission. Be back soon.

Heero

Shinigami smirked as he read the note. It was so simple, so neat and so direct to the point and…so Heero! Carefully, Duo placed the note on the bed and rummaged under his bed for a moment or two before he found what he was looking for. Opening the small box, he carefully placed the note from Heero in it and closed the lid. And carefully, he placed the box back under the bed, to the very back.

Satisfied, Duo flopped onto the bed again, thinking about his box. It was black and decorated with silver patterns. The clasp was silver and the lock that used to be there had broken at his constant use. He hadn't bothered to get another one. And in the box, was things he treasured. Things he loved and things that was precious to him, very precious. He absolutely loved everything in it. Most of the things were little things from the past, the cross Father Maxwell had given him, well, one of them. He had given little Duo two crosses and Duo always wore one and the other was in the small box. And there were scribbled notes from Heero and his other friends…just small things that meant the world.

He smiled and closed his eyes. He wanted to sleep again. School wasn't on for awhile, as it was holidays for them, but without having a safer place, he and Heero had chosen to stay at the school during the holidays, as some other students remained. He sighed contently and fell into dream land.

Heero looked around and knew that he was in trouble. The mission, which should have been simple, wasn't really. His old war wounds was already starting to flare up and the fact that he was shot in the shoulder didn't help any. However, he gritted his teeth and continued to fight and to fire. He was tired, exhausted, but he knew that he had to fight. There was no other choice. Besides, he was almost out of there.

Painfully, he got himself on the motor bike he had stolen from the base and got on it. Starting it with the key he had found in the hatch on the bike itself, he sped off into the morning light. Surprised, he looked down at his watch. He had thought that he would have finished a lot earlier. After all, he had set out at four am and infiltration missions usually don't take so long.

As he mused, he found that he was already nearing the school. He stopped. There was no one near the school, as it was holidays and the school was so isolated from the rest of the community, but it wasn't enough to satisfied the Perfect Soldier. Heero was aware that he looked fine, appearance wise. The black clothing was hiding the bleeding on his shoulder and other various areas and if he didn't collapse or something, he would be just fine.

But Heero Yuy wasn't stupid. He looked at the bike he had been riding and saw the blood all over it and the blood that was on his hands and the soaked through material. He lost too much blood. He knew he would be feeling the weakness that came with it and the dizziness soon. He had to get to the dorm before that.

Quickly as he could manage, he walked towards the dorm, passing only a few people on his way, who didn't pay a second glance at him. He stopped in front of the room he shared with Duo and opened it. As he did, he found Duo sitting at the desk, typing away at the computer in the room. As soon as the door opened though, the intelligence violet eyes looked up into Heero's masked face.

"Hey man!" He greeted as Heero closed the door and walked away from it. Duo opened his mouth to say something, when he saw the blood on the door handle. Heero had made sure that no blood was left outside of their room, but he was far too tired and dizzy to do the same to the inside of their room. Duo's eyes narrowed as he looked at the perfect soldier.

Without another word, Duo walked to Heero and carefully led him to the bed. Before allowing the tired pilot to lie down, however, Duo stripped Heero. Carefully, moving as not to hurt him, Duo supported Heero with one of his arms while the other one quickly undid the buttons, took off the gun holsters and getting Heero to support himself, took of the shirt. After unzipping his pants, Duo pulled most of it down and laid Heero on the bed and took of the rest of his pants.

Heero's eyes were glazed over, which was probably the reason why he hadn't insisted that he could do everything by himself. Duo looked at him with worried eyes and offered the smallest of smiles. "You're going to be just fine, Heero. I'll make sure of it." And that was the last thing Heero heard before he fell into the world of unconsciousness.

Duo sighed as he looked at his partner. His almost naked body was browned and beautiful. The lean figure of the body contained not a single ounce of fat and every part of the body was muscled and trained. His broad chest wasn't like the people that worked out at gyms everyday, but muscles that actually saw real work.

However, as Duo admired Heero's body, he also saw the wounds that decorated the flawless body. There was blood everywhere. There was a gunshot wound on Heero's shoulder, luckily a clean one, a few grazes throughout his arms and legs and there was bruises in areas he probably fell over or was kicked or punched.

Carefully, Duo started with the wound that bled most, which was the shoulder wound and moved to the lesser wounds. It took him literally hours to clean Heero's body up. He was really a mess. The blood was making a mess on the sheets as well, and probably made it through the mattress as well. Duo was sure that once Heero was cleaned up, the wild haired boy would have to use his bed, as his own would be too messy.

Finished with the last one of Heero's wounds, Duo looked at the relaxed face of Wing Zero Pilot. Knowing or rather, hoping that Heero won't wake up anytime soon, he leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. He wanted to kiss his lips, but denied himself the pleasure. If he was going to kiss Heero, he wanted it to be when the boy was awake and probably well. For, Duo Maxwell wanted far more than just a kiss from Heero Yuy. Far more.

The laptop beeped as Duo pulled away from Heero. Cursing, Duo walked to it, cleaning his bloodied hands the best he could. As he opened the laptop, however, there was the face of Doctor J on it. Duo looked at the scientist coldly. "Where's Heero?" The scientist asked, his face devoid of any emotion like kindness or worry.

"He's in bed, injured. You chose a good time to set up communication. Anyway, I'm refusing missions for both of us, for a month. Heero's hurt badly and his life might be in danger. He needs rest and so do I. So, no more missions for a month, get it?" Doctor J looked surprised, but nodded. "If that's what you really want." Duo nodded and shut the computer off, this time, he fully shut it down, not put it on standby like Heero normally did with his laptop.

Duo sighed as he turned to face Heero again. Smiling slightly, he sat by his bed leaned against it, closing his eyes in the exhaustion of his labour in the three hours after Heero's return. Sleep claimed the pilot and soon, he was dreaming of his crush.

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