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 ^^
Strong hands wrapped themselves around the metal handles at the back of his wheelchair, and Heero bit his tongue in effort to let himself be wheeled through the door and onwards through the brightly lit corridor. It was still early, and the daily works of the hospital seemed not to have started up yet. He felt like an old man, in more ways than one, needing assistance and help with everything. It was disgusting, to Heero. He was no old man.
They proceeded in silence. Heero would have said something nasty had he opened his mouth, and Duo didn't want to make him have to reply to anything. /=/ I'm happy…aren't I?/=/ Heero let doubt and questioning clutter his mind, distracting him from the 'old man' concept. He'd apparently looked serious, because he felt the knuckles of a smooth hand slide gently across his cheek, soothingly.
/=/ Am I being ungrateful to a friend? /=/ he asked himself mentally. Duo was a great friend, the best. A friend…but…that wasn't all he was, really. It just hadn't been officially shown that he was beyond the boundary of 'friend', though both knew it in one sense or another. Heero's pride was the obstacle and always had been. And wounded pride is more of a hindrance than one intact. He let his eyes trail swiftly to the hand which was withdrawing from his cheek and a ghostly smile twitched the side of his mouth, but was held back from evolving into something greater.
/=/ At least, I can help him…it's the least I can do. /=/ Duo thought to himself as he turned another corner, heading for the physiotherapy halls back closer to where his office was. If he couldn't have Heero, he'd at least sort out the problems he'd caused. Unblock his mind a bit from pain. Then maybe he'd gain his trust again…somehow. That's all he wanted, or rather all he could ask for, after what Heero had been through. It wasn't what he wanted, but to go by your own desires, is selfish.
He halted in front of a double door, and pushed it open with his hips, wheeling Heero backwards inside and adding some speed so the doors wouldn't crush him as they came back. Heero cast a look around and furrowed his brows. He'd expected the boring hospital cafeteria.
Duo crouched down next to him, smiling. Heero still looked slightly perplexed.
"I said I'd help." Duo said kindly, never letting the smile fade off. Heero blinked as it occurred to him what the dual meaning of that statement had been.
"You don't have to. I'm perfectly fine." He said bitterly. First he'd hid from the boy, and now he'd implied that he wasn't happy the way he was, EVEN after a long run-on apology?
"Nah, you're not." Duo's smile remained, and he looked up at Heero sadly, who glared slightly in annoyance at both Duo and himself. He was being a bastard, and Duo was making it even more apparent.
"C'mon, I'll help ya." The braided doctor wrapped his right arm securely around Heeros upper body and supported his feeling-less legs with the other, picking the light 01 up without much effort. It was almost as if he had anorexia or something. Heero didn't bother to struggle, and simply glared. First he was an old man, and now a baby? Someone was toeing the line.
"I said I'm fine. Let me down. Omae o korosu." He snapped at the smiling face. Duo just shook his head firmly.
"You can kill me when you're able to, ok?" He set Heero down on one of the many 'tables' – though these were covered by a thin pillow and looked more like a doctors examining table save their height.
"What are you doing?" Heero said quietly as Duo forced him down with ease. He was too tired to resist anyway. He was aware of the long fingers running down his leg and taking his ankle in a gentle hold, bending the leg up and bringing it close to his chest. Heero looked up at Duo who was busily tending to his work of the long process of reparation of Heero's legs. Heero opened his mouth to speak, but found he didn't have any words left to voice. The cool touch against his scarred and pale skin felt so…comforting. Before he could open his mouth to protest, he felt warmth spreading through him, leaving only his skin shivering cold. Duo's hands moved skilfully to flex and extend the slack muscles of his legs in fluid movements.
He was being given the help he needed, to rid himself of the burden of injured self-esteem and clear his blocked off vision. Then maybe, could he return to responding to what had been lurking in the back of his mind, unable to untangle itself from the complex webs there. From his experiences, he wouldn't be as cold as he'd been through the war. He didn't need to be. And he didn't want to.
Duo's hand slid down his calf and pressed firmly into the defected muscles encased with the abnormally strong bone in thin skin. Bones, would never wear down. It was probably the only thing that had remained strong throughout. The skeleton, the core. But humans have two skeletons. That of the heart and mind added.
Heero's eyes were sliding shut, and he accustomed quickly to Duo's light touch, seemingly rubbing life back into his flaccid limbs. Duo shot a glance at Heero, and smiled at the sight of the relaxed expression on his face. The thin legs creaked and whined at every movement, like old hinges of a door. Duo grimaced. This would take a long time. But there had been no permanent spinal injury as far as what Duo had seen from the hours of staring at Heero's brief medical files.
His hands strayed to caress Heero's soft cheek lightly. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping…
Duo's finger moved across Heero's lips, savouring the soft feel of tender skin under his fingers. Heero's breath streamed in calm even breathes from his nose. Bliss…total bliss…sleep…
Heero regained some consciousness and opened one eye slightly, but not visibly enough to declare him awake. Duos radiant face was just above him. Duo smiled warmly at him, caressing the back of his neck slowly. Once again the words building in his mind found no way out of his mouth.
And he wouldn't have been able to either. Without him consciously noticing it, Duo's lips grazed his lightly, remaining to issue a tender kiss, so soft and gentle. The doctor drew back silently and brushed a few solitary strands of hair away from the supposedly sleeping face. He drew a blanket up from the foot of the table and swept it over him, folding the material neatly at his neck and slowly backing away to survey the slumbering entity. He couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, something he'd rarely had reason to do in the past years. But now, he'd all the reasons in the world. It saddened him slightly, that Heero might be too scarred to ever return Duo's affections that he'd more than gladly show. But Heero was there. With him. Nothing else mattered.
Despite that, Duo couldn't help but whisper quietly from the doorframe as he departed from the room, the only Japanese words he'd ever taken the careful time to learn properly.
"Ai Shiteru, Heero…"
He didn't need to be told in return. It was enough, that he let Heero know it straight out instead of through hints, even though he was probably asleep, Duo didn't know. Whether Heero did or did not acknowledge it didn't matter much. He was happy nonetheless. Duo quietly left the room on tiptoes, silent as a mouse, scurrying back to take care of business in his office.
And Heero? He heard. He went to heaven and back for it. It's odd, how the Perfect Soldier can keep his silence, even through that. How he could restrain himself. But he was, after all, the Perfect Soldier.
And he was loved.
And even though the words came late and very quietly, they were still there, a clearly spoken whisper in the large empty room.
"I love you too, Duo…"
Then, the most harmonious and blissful sleep he'd ever had the pleasure of descending into, took over.
A/N: ^.~;; Awww...only the ending chapter left now, but it'll most likely be a loooooong one =D *Sniffle* Must write a sequel to this..@_@
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 ^^
Strong hands wrapped themselves around the metal handles at the back of his wheelchair, and Heero bit his tongue in effort to let himself be wheeled through the door and onwards through the brightly lit corridor. It was still early, and the daily works of the hospital seemed not to have started up yet. He felt like an old man, in more ways than one, needing assistance and help with everything. It was disgusting, to Heero. He was no old man.
They proceeded in silence. Heero would have said something nasty had he opened his mouth, and Duo didn't want to make him have to reply to anything. /=/ I'm happy…aren't I?/=/ Heero let doubt and questioning clutter his mind, distracting him from the 'old man' concept. He'd apparently looked serious, because he felt the knuckles of a smooth hand slide gently across his cheek, soothingly.
/=/ Am I being ungrateful to a friend? /=/ he asked himself mentally. Duo was a great friend, the best. A friend…but…that wasn't all he was, really. It just hadn't been officially shown that he was beyond the boundary of 'friend', though both knew it in one sense or another. Heero's pride was the obstacle and always had been. And wounded pride is more of a hindrance than one intact. He let his eyes trail swiftly to the hand which was withdrawing from his cheek and a ghostly smile twitched the side of his mouth, but was held back from evolving into something greater.
/=/ At least, I can help him…it's the least I can do. /=/ Duo thought to himself as he turned another corner, heading for the physiotherapy halls back closer to where his office was. If he couldn't have Heero, he'd at least sort out the problems he'd caused. Unblock his mind a bit from pain. Then maybe he'd gain his trust again…somehow. That's all he wanted, or rather all he could ask for, after what Heero had been through. It wasn't what he wanted, but to go by your own desires, is selfish.
He halted in front of a double door, and pushed it open with his hips, wheeling Heero backwards inside and adding some speed so the doors wouldn't crush him as they came back. Heero cast a look around and furrowed his brows. He'd expected the boring hospital cafeteria.
Duo crouched down next to him, smiling. Heero still looked slightly perplexed.
"I said I'd help." Duo said kindly, never letting the smile fade off. Heero blinked as it occurred to him what the dual meaning of that statement had been.
"You don't have to. I'm perfectly fine." He said bitterly. First he'd hid from the boy, and now he'd implied that he wasn't happy the way he was, EVEN after a long run-on apology?
"Nah, you're not." Duo's smile remained, and he looked up at Heero sadly, who glared slightly in annoyance at both Duo and himself. He was being a bastard, and Duo was making it even more apparent.
"C'mon, I'll help ya." The braided doctor wrapped his right arm securely around Heeros upper body and supported his feeling-less legs with the other, picking the light 01 up without much effort. It was almost as if he had anorexia or something. Heero didn't bother to struggle, and simply glared. First he was an old man, and now a baby? Someone was toeing the line.
"I said I'm fine. Let me down. Omae o korosu." He snapped at the smiling face. Duo just shook his head firmly.
"You can kill me when you're able to, ok?" He set Heero down on one of the many 'tables' – though these were covered by a thin pillow and looked more like a doctors examining table save their height.
"What are you doing?" Heero said quietly as Duo forced him down with ease. He was too tired to resist anyway. He was aware of the long fingers running down his leg and taking his ankle in a gentle hold, bending the leg up and bringing it close to his chest. Heero looked up at Duo who was busily tending to his work of the long process of reparation of Heero's legs. Heero opened his mouth to speak, but found he didn't have any words left to voice. The cool touch against his scarred and pale skin felt so…comforting. Before he could open his mouth to protest, he felt warmth spreading through him, leaving only his skin shivering cold. Duo's hands moved skilfully to flex and extend the slack muscles of his legs in fluid movements.
He was being given the help he needed, to rid himself of the burden of injured self-esteem and clear his blocked off vision. Then maybe, could he return to responding to what had been lurking in the back of his mind, unable to untangle itself from the complex webs there. From his experiences, he wouldn't be as cold as he'd been through the war. He didn't need to be. And he didn't want to.
Duo's hand slid down his calf and pressed firmly into the defected muscles encased with the abnormally strong bone in thin skin. Bones, would never wear down. It was probably the only thing that had remained strong throughout. The skeleton, the core. But humans have two skeletons. That of the heart and mind added.
Heero's eyes were sliding shut, and he accustomed quickly to Duo's light touch, seemingly rubbing life back into his flaccid limbs. Duo shot a glance at Heero, and smiled at the sight of the relaxed expression on his face. The thin legs creaked and whined at every movement, like old hinges of a door. Duo grimaced. This would take a long time. But there had been no permanent spinal injury as far as what Duo had seen from the hours of staring at Heero's brief medical files.
His hands strayed to caress Heero's soft cheek lightly. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping…
Duo's finger moved across Heero's lips, savouring the soft feel of tender skin under his fingers. Heero's breath streamed in calm even breathes from his nose. Bliss…total bliss…sleep…
Heero regained some consciousness and opened one eye slightly, but not visibly enough to declare him awake. Duos radiant face was just above him. Duo smiled warmly at him, caressing the back of his neck slowly. Once again the words building in his mind found no way out of his mouth.
And he wouldn't have been able to either. Without him consciously noticing it, Duo's lips grazed his lightly, remaining to issue a tender kiss, so soft and gentle. The doctor drew back silently and brushed a few solitary strands of hair away from the supposedly sleeping face. He drew a blanket up from the foot of the table and swept it over him, folding the material neatly at his neck and slowly backing away to survey the slumbering entity. He couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, something he'd rarely had reason to do in the past years. But now, he'd all the reasons in the world. It saddened him slightly, that Heero might be too scarred to ever return Duo's affections that he'd more than gladly show. But Heero was there. With him. Nothing else mattered.
Despite that, Duo couldn't help but whisper quietly from the doorframe as he departed from the room, the only Japanese words he'd ever taken the careful time to learn properly.
"Ai Shiteru, Heero…"
He didn't need to be told in return. It was enough, that he let Heero know it straight out instead of through hints, even though he was probably asleep, Duo didn't know. Whether Heero did or did not acknowledge it didn't matter much. He was happy nonetheless. Duo quietly left the room on tiptoes, silent as a mouse, scurrying back to take care of business in his office.
And Heero? He heard. He went to heaven and back for it. It's odd, how the Perfect Soldier can keep his silence, even through that. How he could restrain himself. But he was, after all, the Perfect Soldier.
And he was loved.
And even though the words came late and very quietly, they were still there, a clearly spoken whisper in the large empty room.
"I love you too, Duo…"
Then, the most harmonious and blissful sleep he'd ever had the pleasure of descending into, took over.
A/N: ^.~;; Awww...only the ending chapter left now, but it'll most likely be a loooooong one =D *Sniffle* Must write a sequel to this..@_@