Title: I Wonder What They're Doing Now
Warnings: Er..stuff =D *blinks* Find out for yourself ¬¬
Disclaimer: I do not own the pilots or anything related to Gundam Wing ¬¬ *mumbles about injustice* If Duos Pikachu plushie were to suddenly appear somewhere in this fic, that is mine ^^
Heero was woken up the next morning from the feel of a cold finger tracing circles on his cheek. His eye twitched slightly out of impulse, and the finger was withdrawn. Through his closed eyelids he could see a few slivers of light penetrating through the window. A pleasant one. It wasn't grey and cold like back when he woke up cold and frightened to death in his bedroom. It actually resembled one of those lame old happy-ending stories…golden, and warm.
Maybe it was because he didn't have his own mental clouds covering up the beauty of it. They'd cleared off now, leaving him with a mind to appreciate things a slight bit more. But then again, he WAS Heero. He'd never appreciate it to the full extent possible. Or maybe he would.
Appreciate…there was the word. His eye twitched again and he slowly unstuck his eyelashes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light.
/=/Aa..wasn't a dream then../=/ And he was glad.
Duo withdrew slightly when he opened his eyes, smiling timidly with some of his old half-crazed joy returning to his healthy face. Heero snorted quietly, force-of-habit, and shook his head at the grinning boy.
"How long have you been up." It's better to start off with something completely off topic. It drops the atmosphere somewhat, so he'd learnt from discovering the uneasy feeling silence seemed to cause him.
"Aa, a few hours?" Duo tried to look innocent, but it was hard to do seeing as his knees were sore from sitting beside the bed, watching Heero sleep. As was his back, and his eyes had the sting of sleep in them.
"Hn. What's –few- for you?" Heero watched as Duo forced his eyes open to what could have possibly been interpreted as awake. Duo grinned and poked his tongue out while re-braiding his messed up hair that had of course undone itself again.
"Eh, nine…or less, I don't check the watch!" Duo insisted, wrapping a hair tie around the end of his braid, hopping onto the foot of the bed and resting his chin in his hands with a lopsided grin etched almost permanently onto his face. They sat there in an awkward silence for a while, Heero stubbornly refused to say anything, as usual. Duo rocked from side to side, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't quite put it into words.
"Um…"
Heero raised a eyebrow questioningly.
"Ummmmmm…"
He coughed slightly, watching the braided boy fidgeting where he sat.
"Uuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…"
Heero was about to open his mouth and say something, but was attacked by a flying man with a braid who hugged him around the middle like a teddy bear and blurted out a very long run-on sentence in one breath.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HERE! YOU'RE *FINALLY* HERE! And I've felt SO guilty for the past 4 years, you being angry, I turned you into a cripple, I ruined your life and then I just ran from you without offering any support and I'm so sorry and-" he continued with his rambling to that extent, seeming to get rid of a LOT that had been on his mind for the past years. Heero let himself be hugged for the 'speech', but after another long run-on sentence of pure blabber – though to Duo it was important to get out of his system – he cut in.
"Duo."
"And I thought you'd be angry at me and didn't go find the others either because I thought they'd be with you and-"
"Duo!"
"I'd have to face you and I was to scared and-"
"DUO!!"
Duo looked up from where his face was buried in Heero's stomach, and realized he'd been talking non-stop for the past few minutes without even drawing breath.
"Yah?"
"You talk too much." Heero ruffled Duo's hair lightly, messing it up again.
"Really? Moi!?" Duo grinned teasingly and slid off the bed, skipping towards the door. After ranting on in run-on sentences like that, he felt he had enough energy to life a house. Without thinking he asked:
"Come on! Breakfast, need, now, me, starving, come ooooon!" he bounced around in the general area of the door for a few seconds, while Heero gave him the time he needed to process what he'd just said, instead of giving him the embarrassment of being told. Rightly enough, Duo stopped his bouncing around soon after saying it.
"Aa…" he slapped his hand on his forehead and dragged it down his face, looking out between his fingers at Heero, who was still lying in bed, unable to get up for the simple reason that he wasn't physically able to.
"Doesn't matter." Hero said stiffly, trying to hide the scars of his wounded pride as best he could. He indicated with his head to the wheelchair next to the door, which Duo promptly rolled over to the side of the bed, and stepped back to allow Heero to get into it himself. Heero struggled to push himself up, quivering on his weak and wounded arms, dragging his upper body into the chair and letting his limp legs follow.
"Want me to-"
"No"
"Aa." Duo watched as the former soldier took the wheels and pushed them into motion stiffly, a flicker of pain appearing across his face at the effort it involved. Heero wheeled himself carefully to the door and opened it, moving out of the dimly lit room.
Duo followed him, regretting having brought up the subject of the paralysis. He wondered if he dared to ask Heero…ask him…if he wanted help. He didn't want to hurt him any more than he already was, or shift salt into wounds. He knew very well why he'd become a physiotherapist. He'd resolved to as soon as he'd fled out of Heero's room that night.
/=/ Come on, coward…it'd be a waste if you didn't ask him, it's the goddamn reason for becoming a doctor…/=/ He shifted slightly where he stood waiting as Heero feebly struggled to open the sliding door that blocked his way. Watching the weak fingers grasp the handle, he sighed and gave in to himself.
"Heero…"
Heero's hand slipped from the handle, and he growled in frustration, clenching his fists.
"I…can help." He let himself say, ready to back off if Heero took offence. To his surprise, Heero turned slightly in his chair to look at him without an angry scowl on his face or sharp words to dismiss the subject.
"You don't have to. I've gotten used to it." He snapped mildly, but in a bitter and hurt voice. Duo shook his head and folded his arms firmly over his chest. He wasn't going to let Heero get away with it now, time had come for tougher measures.
"Come on Heero, you know you'll never be happy if you can't walk. You're the Perfect Soldier. You're not happy."
That hit Heero hard, and he turned away from Duo again, glaring angrily at the door that was barricading his way. A door, and he, Heero Yuy, couldn't move it. The reunion with Duo had meant everything to him, and for a moment he forgot the condition he was in. But it was too big a thing to forget about.
"Hey…" Duo took a few quick steps towards the chair and kneeled down beside it, tilting Heeros chin up and forcing him to look upwards. He bit his lip at seeing the miserable face before him. Heero couldn't see past the pain his legs immobility caused him, it was always there, haunting him.
"If you're not happy, neither am I." Duo stated firmly, watching the expression on the face show no change. Heero refused to reply, obstinate as he was.
"Let me help." Duo pleaded. He hated seeing Heero so miserable. All it would take was a few months, possibly not even that, of physiotherapy. However serious the injury seemed, Duo was willing to give it a try. Better try than live on knowing you might have been able to do something.
Help…
He had stayed away from any sign of hospital or aid for four years. He refused to let anyone do anything for him, and lived his life as if he didn't have a disability at all. But it was always there, painfully obvious and clear. Nobody opened doors for him, went shopping for him, did anything that would remotely seem as 'help'. He wouldn't let them. He didn't want any pity.
But this was Duo…
Heero pushed himself back, leaving the door clear for Duo to open for him.
A/N: Wheeeeeee! ^_^ He accepted hee-ee-lp ^_____^" Now to pull all loose ends together and end this fic…@_@ But..I don't want to! Ah, well, has to be done. ^^ 2 more chapters. Review, puh-leeeeease ^_^ Oh, and while you're at it, the next 'long' fic is "Alternate Reality", posted first chapter already.
Warnings: Er..stuff =D *blinks* Find out for yourself ¬¬
Disclaimer: I do not own the pilots or anything related to Gundam Wing ¬¬ *mumbles about injustice* If Duos Pikachu plushie were to suddenly appear somewhere in this fic, that is mine ^^
Heero was woken up the next morning from the feel of a cold finger tracing circles on his cheek. His eye twitched slightly out of impulse, and the finger was withdrawn. Through his closed eyelids he could see a few slivers of light penetrating through the window. A pleasant one. It wasn't grey and cold like back when he woke up cold and frightened to death in his bedroom. It actually resembled one of those lame old happy-ending stories…golden, and warm.
Maybe it was because he didn't have his own mental clouds covering up the beauty of it. They'd cleared off now, leaving him with a mind to appreciate things a slight bit more. But then again, he WAS Heero. He'd never appreciate it to the full extent possible. Or maybe he would.
Appreciate…there was the word. His eye twitched again and he slowly unstuck his eyelashes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light.
/=/Aa..wasn't a dream then../=/ And he was glad.
Duo withdrew slightly when he opened his eyes, smiling timidly with some of his old half-crazed joy returning to his healthy face. Heero snorted quietly, force-of-habit, and shook his head at the grinning boy.
"How long have you been up." It's better to start off with something completely off topic. It drops the atmosphere somewhat, so he'd learnt from discovering the uneasy feeling silence seemed to cause him.
"Aa, a few hours?" Duo tried to look innocent, but it was hard to do seeing as his knees were sore from sitting beside the bed, watching Heero sleep. As was his back, and his eyes had the sting of sleep in them.
"Hn. What's –few- for you?" Heero watched as Duo forced his eyes open to what could have possibly been interpreted as awake. Duo grinned and poked his tongue out while re-braiding his messed up hair that had of course undone itself again.
"Eh, nine…or less, I don't check the watch!" Duo insisted, wrapping a hair tie around the end of his braid, hopping onto the foot of the bed and resting his chin in his hands with a lopsided grin etched almost permanently onto his face. They sat there in an awkward silence for a while, Heero stubbornly refused to say anything, as usual. Duo rocked from side to side, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't quite put it into words.
"Um…"
Heero raised a eyebrow questioningly.
"Ummmmmm…"
He coughed slightly, watching the braided boy fidgeting where he sat.
"Uuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…"
Heero was about to open his mouth and say something, but was attacked by a flying man with a braid who hugged him around the middle like a teddy bear and blurted out a very long run-on sentence in one breath.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HERE! YOU'RE *FINALLY* HERE! And I've felt SO guilty for the past 4 years, you being angry, I turned you into a cripple, I ruined your life and then I just ran from you without offering any support and I'm so sorry and-" he continued with his rambling to that extent, seeming to get rid of a LOT that had been on his mind for the past years. Heero let himself be hugged for the 'speech', but after another long run-on sentence of pure blabber – though to Duo it was important to get out of his system – he cut in.
"Duo."
"And I thought you'd be angry at me and didn't go find the others either because I thought they'd be with you and-"
"Duo!"
"I'd have to face you and I was to scared and-"
"DUO!!"
Duo looked up from where his face was buried in Heero's stomach, and realized he'd been talking non-stop for the past few minutes without even drawing breath.
"Yah?"
"You talk too much." Heero ruffled Duo's hair lightly, messing it up again.
"Really? Moi!?" Duo grinned teasingly and slid off the bed, skipping towards the door. After ranting on in run-on sentences like that, he felt he had enough energy to life a house. Without thinking he asked:
"Come on! Breakfast, need, now, me, starving, come ooooon!" he bounced around in the general area of the door for a few seconds, while Heero gave him the time he needed to process what he'd just said, instead of giving him the embarrassment of being told. Rightly enough, Duo stopped his bouncing around soon after saying it.
"Aa…" he slapped his hand on his forehead and dragged it down his face, looking out between his fingers at Heero, who was still lying in bed, unable to get up for the simple reason that he wasn't physically able to.
"Doesn't matter." Hero said stiffly, trying to hide the scars of his wounded pride as best he could. He indicated with his head to the wheelchair next to the door, which Duo promptly rolled over to the side of the bed, and stepped back to allow Heero to get into it himself. Heero struggled to push himself up, quivering on his weak and wounded arms, dragging his upper body into the chair and letting his limp legs follow.
"Want me to-"
"No"
"Aa." Duo watched as the former soldier took the wheels and pushed them into motion stiffly, a flicker of pain appearing across his face at the effort it involved. Heero wheeled himself carefully to the door and opened it, moving out of the dimly lit room.
Duo followed him, regretting having brought up the subject of the paralysis. He wondered if he dared to ask Heero…ask him…if he wanted help. He didn't want to hurt him any more than he already was, or shift salt into wounds. He knew very well why he'd become a physiotherapist. He'd resolved to as soon as he'd fled out of Heero's room that night.
/=/ Come on, coward…it'd be a waste if you didn't ask him, it's the goddamn reason for becoming a doctor…/=/ He shifted slightly where he stood waiting as Heero feebly struggled to open the sliding door that blocked his way. Watching the weak fingers grasp the handle, he sighed and gave in to himself.
"Heero…"
Heero's hand slipped from the handle, and he growled in frustration, clenching his fists.
"I…can help." He let himself say, ready to back off if Heero took offence. To his surprise, Heero turned slightly in his chair to look at him without an angry scowl on his face or sharp words to dismiss the subject.
"You don't have to. I've gotten used to it." He snapped mildly, but in a bitter and hurt voice. Duo shook his head and folded his arms firmly over his chest. He wasn't going to let Heero get away with it now, time had come for tougher measures.
"Come on Heero, you know you'll never be happy if you can't walk. You're the Perfect Soldier. You're not happy."
That hit Heero hard, and he turned away from Duo again, glaring angrily at the door that was barricading his way. A door, and he, Heero Yuy, couldn't move it. The reunion with Duo had meant everything to him, and for a moment he forgot the condition he was in. But it was too big a thing to forget about.
"Hey…" Duo took a few quick steps towards the chair and kneeled down beside it, tilting Heeros chin up and forcing him to look upwards. He bit his lip at seeing the miserable face before him. Heero couldn't see past the pain his legs immobility caused him, it was always there, haunting him.
"If you're not happy, neither am I." Duo stated firmly, watching the expression on the face show no change. Heero refused to reply, obstinate as he was.
"Let me help." Duo pleaded. He hated seeing Heero so miserable. All it would take was a few months, possibly not even that, of physiotherapy. However serious the injury seemed, Duo was willing to give it a try. Better try than live on knowing you might have been able to do something.
Help…
He had stayed away from any sign of hospital or aid for four years. He refused to let anyone do anything for him, and lived his life as if he didn't have a disability at all. But it was always there, painfully obvious and clear. Nobody opened doors for him, went shopping for him, did anything that would remotely seem as 'help'. He wouldn't let them. He didn't want any pity.
But this was Duo…
Heero pushed himself back, leaving the door clear for Duo to open for him.
A/N: Wheeeeeee! ^_^ He accepted hee-ee-lp ^_____^" Now to pull all loose ends together and end this fic…@_@ But..I don't want to! Ah, well, has to be done. ^^ 2 more chapters. Review, puh-leeeeease ^_^ Oh, and while you're at it, the next 'long' fic is "Alternate Reality", posted first chapter already.