Chapter 6
Duo watched the frozen ex-pilot of Wing as he gave the vial to Sally and hurried both of them out of his apartment.
"Sumimasen, but Heero needs his sleep, and I don't like the looks of him right now." Duo said worridly to Wufei and Sally.
"Don't worry about it Duo. We all know how you feel about Heero…" Wufei said smirking.
"Of course! He's my best friend!" Duo said as he frowned, "And stop looking at me like that!!!" Duo snapped as he shut his door. What the hell is Wu's problem? And what is he talking about? Sheesh. Duo thought irritably as he returned to Heero who was sitting on the couch, frozen.
"Um Heero?" Duo asked cautiously. There was no reply, nor even a flicker of recognition at his question.
"Heero?"
Finally, those eyes turned towards him. They were blank.
"Don't do this to me Heero. Heero? Damnit!"
And finally, "Don't do what?"
"Don't let him Heero, He's not needed."
There was no need to clarify who He was. There was always a Him, in each of the pilots. It was the Soldier, the blankness that devoured souls and feelings, leaving in its place a nothing. A nothing that allowed no room for incompetence or weaknesses. It was a lack of humanity that made it possible to bear the unthinkable deeds that had to be done. Every warrior had one, but in Heero the Soldier was much more prominent, and took much more effort to suppress, and Duo could see him struggling.
"Let's get you to bed ne?"
"Hn." Heero agreed, but remained frozen.
Duo sighed and ran his fingers through his bangs. "Fine." Slowly he approached the Japanese and was surprised when he slumped over.
"Heero?!" Duo checked his pulse. He fainted! He'll be ok, in some ways this is better, at least I'm not gonna have to force him to sleep. Duo placed one arm under his knees, one around his back, and picked the bigger pilot up.
"Oof! Man Heero, you're a lot lighter than I remembered!!" Duo shifted Heero's weight and walked to his bedroom.
"Gomen buddy, but we're gonna have to share a bed 'cause I'm sure as hell not sleeping on the couch, and in your condition, you're not either!" Duo bantered. Talking to an unconscious Heero was about the same as talking to Heero. There was the same level of conversational skills. Nil.
Managing the doorways with two big wings was proving very hard and Duo was finding it very hard to ignore the compact body pressed tightly against him. Finally Duo made it to his bedroom and gently eased Heero onto the left side of his bed. Standing back, and breathing somewhat raggedly which had little to do with strain, and more to do with repressed physical need, Duo watched his former partner.
Well shit. I guess I am attracted to him. Aaaaaaaaaah! Duo screamed silently, flailing his fists in the air. Why me?!? Why does this ALWAYS happen to me?! Alright Duo, think. ThinkthinkthinkthinkTHINK. Duo pounded his head and sighed. It's no use Maxwell. You need some sleep, think it over in the morning. Duo yawned stretching his arms over his head. Yeah, I'll think it over in the morning.
Duo was about to climb into bed when he realized that there was a tiny problem. Heero's huge wingspan covered his side of the bed as well.
Can't lay on top of 'em, I'll just drape 'em over top of me. Duo sighed as he lifted the wing and snuggled into the softness. "Nice." Duo mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
Fuzzy…warm…Hee-koi…
Duo watched the frozen ex-pilot of Wing as he gave the vial to Sally and hurried both of them out of his apartment.
"Sumimasen, but Heero needs his sleep, and I don't like the looks of him right now." Duo said worridly to Wufei and Sally.
"Don't worry about it Duo. We all know how you feel about Heero…" Wufei said smirking.
"Of course! He's my best friend!" Duo said as he frowned, "And stop looking at me like that!!!" Duo snapped as he shut his door. What the hell is Wu's problem? And what is he talking about? Sheesh. Duo thought irritably as he returned to Heero who was sitting on the couch, frozen.
"Um Heero?" Duo asked cautiously. There was no reply, nor even a flicker of recognition at his question.
"Heero?"
Finally, those eyes turned towards him. They were blank.
"Don't do this to me Heero. Heero? Damnit!"
And finally, "Don't do what?"
"Don't let him Heero, He's not needed."
There was no need to clarify who He was. There was always a Him, in each of the pilots. It was the Soldier, the blankness that devoured souls and feelings, leaving in its place a nothing. A nothing that allowed no room for incompetence or weaknesses. It was a lack of humanity that made it possible to bear the unthinkable deeds that had to be done. Every warrior had one, but in Heero the Soldier was much more prominent, and took much more effort to suppress, and Duo could see him struggling.
"Let's get you to bed ne?"
"Hn." Heero agreed, but remained frozen.
Duo sighed and ran his fingers through his bangs. "Fine." Slowly he approached the Japanese and was surprised when he slumped over.
"Heero?!" Duo checked his pulse. He fainted! He'll be ok, in some ways this is better, at least I'm not gonna have to force him to sleep. Duo placed one arm under his knees, one around his back, and picked the bigger pilot up.
"Oof! Man Heero, you're a lot lighter than I remembered!!" Duo shifted Heero's weight and walked to his bedroom.
"Gomen buddy, but we're gonna have to share a bed 'cause I'm sure as hell not sleeping on the couch, and in your condition, you're not either!" Duo bantered. Talking to an unconscious Heero was about the same as talking to Heero. There was the same level of conversational skills. Nil.
Managing the doorways with two big wings was proving very hard and Duo was finding it very hard to ignore the compact body pressed tightly against him. Finally Duo made it to his bedroom and gently eased Heero onto the left side of his bed. Standing back, and breathing somewhat raggedly which had little to do with strain, and more to do with repressed physical need, Duo watched his former partner.
Well shit. I guess I am attracted to him. Aaaaaaaaaah! Duo screamed silently, flailing his fists in the air. Why me?!? Why does this ALWAYS happen to me?! Alright Duo, think. ThinkthinkthinkthinkTHINK. Duo pounded his head and sighed. It's no use Maxwell. You need some sleep, think it over in the morning. Duo yawned stretching his arms over his head. Yeah, I'll think it over in the morning.
Duo was about to climb into bed when he realized that there was a tiny problem. Heero's huge wingspan covered his side of the bed as well.
Can't lay on top of 'em, I'll just drape 'em over top of me. Duo sighed as he lifted the wing and snuggled into the softness. "Nice." Duo mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
Fuzzy…warm…Hee-koi…
