Hello! I hope you enjoy the new chapter of THe Rise of Emotions. I know it's not that good, but forgive me. It was an early idea and my next gundam wing fic will be much more interesting and perhaps a little bit more to the point. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.

Oh, I don't own these gorgeous boys, no matter how much I want to.

Love,

Cherry princess.

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Heero woke up to a morning filled with bright light and pain. He tried to get up, but found that his body was incapable of the motion. And at his attempted try, a groan escaped his lips before he could stop it.

"Don't try to get up!" Came the call from the bathroom as he wondered how his partner had managed to hear his groan. Before he could question, Duo walked out of the bathroom, just dressed in his customary black boxers and his arm filled with clothing. "You're badly injured and would be best if you stayed down like a good boy." Without waiting for Heero's reply, Duo walked away from Heero's view.

"Where're you going?" Heero managed to say after the bout of dizziness. "To Howard's. I managed to get the blood stains out of the clothes, but they are going to be need to be cleaned a little better. And you need some pain killers and probably something to eat." Heero frowned as he tried to think clearly. Duo walked into his view with a questioning look in his eyes. "Is there something wrong?"

Heero nodded. "Pain killers don't really work on me." He stated for Duo and watched with interest as Duo's cheerful expression changed to a frown. "I thought as much…what else can I do then?" Duo asked himself, more than the other person in the room and looked down at Heero from his height. "Well, anyway, do you think you would be alright for about an hour?" Heero gave him a glare and with inner amusement, watched as Duo raised his hands, as if to defend himself, smiling at Heero.

"Alright! Sorry I asked. Anything you want? I'm not thinking on going out again for awhile." Heero thought about shaking his head and decided against it, knowing that shaking his head would only worsen the pain in his head already. "Nothing." He replied and closed his eyes, the drowsiness getting to him.

The braided pilot watched as his partner's eyes closed and fought the urge to kiss his forehead again, as he had done the night before. The temptation was there, but he fought it and sighing, picked up all his luggage for Howard and walked out of the room, feeling loss.

Just as he was falling asleep, Heero thought that he had heard something like a sigh coming from the Deathscythe pilot, but he wasn't sure. His ears heard one thing, but his brain argued, asking Heero, 'why would he sigh?' And after a while of debating with himself, Heero gave up and sighed his own sigh and fell into deep slumber.

And that's how Duo found him, sleeping like a babe. His eyes were closed, hiding away the intense cobalt blue eyes, his strong features softened with slumber and his wild hair making a small halo around his head. Another sigh escaped his lips. However, it wasn't a sigh of longing, but a sigh of appreciation at the beautiful boy in front of him. Heero was beautiful, whether he knew it or not.

Duo Maxwell, 02, pilot of Deathscythe, once again found himself cursing everything in the world for the fact that Heero Yuy wasn't his. Duo wanted him so badly! And seeing him sleeping like that, weakened, made him want to make some excuse to kiss him, or take even the slight advantage of being able to touch his face. Anything. Absolutely anything to do with the Perfect Soldier was what Duo needed. More than anything else in the world.

Putting everything he brought away in the right places, Duo drew up a chair and sat down next to Heero's bed, noticing that the flesh on his face was flushed and he was most likely having a fever and worried for his sake. Quietly, Duo grabbed a towel and a bowl of cold water with a few cubes of ice in it. Wetting the towel, he gently laid it over Heero's forehead and gently patted his face.

He didn't know what to do other than towelling his partner's face. As a Gundam Pilot, at some stage, he had been trained to take care of wounds, but not in the ways of fevers and definitely not in a great detail. He knew almost everything about other wounds, gun wounds, bruises, or even stab wounds, but other workings of the body was complete mystery to him, unlike the other pilot.

Duo knew very well that Heero was better trained than himself. He had been training ever since he had been young, not that Duo knew how young. Heero never talked about it. Duo just knew that his training had been harsh and that it was designed to make sure that the boy felt no pain, no anger, no hate, no joy, no happiness, no friendship and most of all, no love.

At the last train of his thoughts, Duo fought the anger that rose at his throat towards the scientist that had made his friend like that, his crush, unable to love or to hate, or to feel at all. As it was, Heero barely allowed himself to show emotion on his face, if any emotion at all. The emotion he did show, at times, was only the made laughter he celebrated his success in missions with. Other than that, Duo barely saw emotions in the boy, so unlike himself.

So, what was it about Heero that drew Duo so much? Duo knew himself well. And knew that he mostly went for personality and then the looks. Having grown up in an orphanage where everyone looked the same, exactly at the same, covered in dirt and grime, Duo couldn't careless for looks. So, what was it that drew him to Heero?

Was it the coldness and the distance that challenged him to get closer to him? Or was it the coldly caring the boy showed towards Duo? Or was it the same sadness in his eyes that was the same as the sadness Duo has in himself? Or was it the promise of much more behind his mask?

Thinking about it, Duo came to conclusion that it was all that, as well as the physical attraction that held him interested. The way the bangs fell over his cobalt blue eyes, his taller, well built body, yet the gentle and soft hands, the strong features on his face and the beautiful way his eyes shined and the seriousness in his face.

Duo knew. He knew deep in his heart. That what he loved, was everything about Heero Yuy, every single thing about him. The whole make up of his coldness, rare gentleness and the beautiful looks the boy possessed. It was all of that and more.

Duo knew that he was in love, that he was falling in love and that he had already, fallen in love. With the person that was lying there, wounded and relying on him, probably at the moment for survival. Heero Yuy.

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