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Chapter 2: It's the Little Things.
The house we were holed up in was a fair walk from the nearest town. I didn't mind it though; it gave me something to do other than drive myself mad with thoughts. The rain was actually pretty heavy, I was soaked within a few minutes, and the coat hadn't done much in the way of fending it off. It was cold too, damn, I hated being cold, but I kept walking, ignoring the mud and the silence. I knew the real reason I was out here. Let the others think me lusty, I didn't mind too much, let them think most of my brain was in my pants. It was the perfect cover for the real reason I snuck off so often. A reason they didn't need to know, it wasn't their business, and I intended that it stay that way. Problem was that the pickings were often slim when it was lousy out, no one wanted to be out in the weather. Not that I blamed them in the least, I didn't want to be out in it either, only, I had no choice. My steps slowed, then stopped by the edge of town, it wasn't much to look at. Whitewashed buildings, most about two stories tall, all aligned perfectly one after the other, the streets running between them. It wasn't that exciting, but it would do.
There were a few people out, but not many, and not close enough to be of any interest without causing a scene. Still.I started walking again, the muddy dirt road giving way to gravel under my feet, and then, blessed pavement, no more trudging through that muck for a while. Wiping some of the water from my face I doubted anyone wanted any company. Today wasn't looking good at all. They were rightfully more concerned about getting out of the rain, this wasn't going to be the stress relief I had hoped.
I didn't bother going back until late in the afternoon, almost evening, hauling ass back up to the house and slowing my steps to stroll in, absently kicking the door shut behind me as I usual did. Only, Quatre's reprimand was absent, I looked up, finding the pace quiet, still. The jeep had been in the driveway, so they had to be around here somewhere. I pulled the coat off; tossing it at the hangers carelessly, my hand froze in place. Gaze locked on a simple brown jacket hung neatly at the very end of the row.
*Heero's.he's back so soon? But he only left last night! *
My stomach began to churn, clenching with fear. There was blood on it; Heero always kept his things neat and clean. Hanging up my coat properly I bolted for the stairs, taking them two at a time, forcing myself to slow my steps when I reached the closed door to his room. Hesitating before reaching for the handle, gripping it and slowly turning it, hoping that he wasn't too badly hurt. Though cold logic reminded me that Heero wouldn't have returned unless that was the case, or unless he'd finished. Opening the door a little I peered in. Not surprised to see one of the other's there, what did surprise me was the fact that it was Wufei sitting in with Heero.
Blinking I shifted my gaze to the unconscious form on the bed, stepping all the way into the room, gently closing the door behind me, and leaning against it, my hands still on the handle. The Chinese boy looked up at the soft click, closing a cook and setting it in his lap.
" He came in a couple hours ago while you were out."
I nodded some, my gaze still locked on the still form, and reluctantly I detached myself from the door, creeping forward towards the bed. Afraid of what I'd find, and more afraid of not knowing. Wufei said nothing as I reached Heero's beside, and I ignored his gaze, sitting down lightly on the edge.
" What happened to him.?"
I looked over at him, finally, calmed considerably now that I'd seen that Heero was indeed breathing, a bit shallowly and a bit too pale for my liking, but he was breathing. Wufei shook his head, his gaze darting quickly between Heero and myself.
" We don't know yet, babbling something or another, and passed out once he got upstairs, Quatre's already taken care of his wounds."
I nodded, dropping my eyes to the bed.
" He asked where you were." I blinked, looking back up at him curiously, " Did he really?"
Wufei snorted softly, going back to his book. " Though for the life of my I can't imagine why." I shrugged, forcing my usual grin, though it was wasted, as the other didn't even look at me, wrapped up in his book once more. Shaking my head some I looked back at Heero a moment before getting to my feet again.
"Where are the other two? " he grunted and frowned, not pleased with my further interruptions. " Quatre I believe, is supposed to be making dinner, I don't know where Trowa is."
Nodding I opened the door, flashing another grin at him. " Good! I'm starved! I haven't eaten all day! " He just shook his head going back to his book, muttering some mumbo jumbo under his breath in Chinese, I pretended not to hear, Fei was no fun at all sometimes. Sliding down the banister back downstairs and nearly falling on my face at the end, I peeked into the kitchen, sniffing, then smiling at the blonde Arabian. Slinking over to peer over his shoulder at the stove.
" Q.what's for dinner???? I'm huu~uungry!! Hurry up?? Pleee~eease?!?! When is it gonna be done??!" The boy blinked and smiled a tiny bit. " Where in the world have you been all day?" hopping up onto the counter I settled myself.
"I just went for a walk, why? "
"Heero's here." I nodded " yea, I already looked in on him, since when does Wufei play watchdog?"
"Well, you weren't here, Trowa went to look for you. Heero wouldn't rest until he saw you, I had to drug his water to do anything." I blinked, "Fei said he passed out"
He smiled secretively " Wufei didn't see me. " I snickered. "Ah, I bet Heero wouldn't let you tend him until he was out? "
" Nope."
I laughed softly " It figures, Perfect soldier or not, he still bleeds. " Quatre just shook his head
" Where did you go anyhow? I helped Trowa look for a while, after Heero was sleeping. Neither of us could find you, and you know that we're not allowed to go into town. We all agreed that it was best if no one saw us Duo. "
" Hey, hey!! I went for a walk, that it! All the silence was driving me crazy, everyone was being boring!" He sighed, "It's not like you to just disappear, or even go out in the rain when you can avoid it."
I shrugged, looking away. " Sometimes even I want to be left alone once in a while Quatre. "
The conversation died there, falling into one of those silences, where you were sure if the other was annoyed with you still or not. Looking up as a door slammed I slid off the counter, offering the dripping Trowa a smirk.
" You must have been walking the opposite direction, I didn't go very far."
He said nothing as usual, people often mistake his silence for being slow witted, but the truth was very different. Hanging his coat and shaking his head a bit he went up the stairs.
"That's unlikely."
Blinking at his back the smirk faltered, then melted to a curious expression, though silently I wondered if I'd missed something. Slipped somewhere so as to make the green eyed pilot suspicious. I shook my head.
*Nah, I've been doing this too long to slip up now. The rain had washed my steps away, I made sure it had, he couldn't have seen them.*
Quatre suddenly chirped that dinner was ready, breaking me from my paranoia, for the moment. Spinning around I gave him a maniac grin, hopping up and down like a small starving child. And well, I was, sorta. Laughing he managed to get passed me with the plates, setting them down on the table a split second or two before I'd set to devouring my own, hungry indeed.
Chapter 2: It's the Little Things.
The house we were holed up in was a fair walk from the nearest town. I didn't mind it though; it gave me something to do other than drive myself mad with thoughts. The rain was actually pretty heavy, I was soaked within a few minutes, and the coat hadn't done much in the way of fending it off. It was cold too, damn, I hated being cold, but I kept walking, ignoring the mud and the silence. I knew the real reason I was out here. Let the others think me lusty, I didn't mind too much, let them think most of my brain was in my pants. It was the perfect cover for the real reason I snuck off so often. A reason they didn't need to know, it wasn't their business, and I intended that it stay that way. Problem was that the pickings were often slim when it was lousy out, no one wanted to be out in the weather. Not that I blamed them in the least, I didn't want to be out in it either, only, I had no choice. My steps slowed, then stopped by the edge of town, it wasn't much to look at. Whitewashed buildings, most about two stories tall, all aligned perfectly one after the other, the streets running between them. It wasn't that exciting, but it would do.
There were a few people out, but not many, and not close enough to be of any interest without causing a scene. Still.I started walking again, the muddy dirt road giving way to gravel under my feet, and then, blessed pavement, no more trudging through that muck for a while. Wiping some of the water from my face I doubted anyone wanted any company. Today wasn't looking good at all. They were rightfully more concerned about getting out of the rain, this wasn't going to be the stress relief I had hoped.
I didn't bother going back until late in the afternoon, almost evening, hauling ass back up to the house and slowing my steps to stroll in, absently kicking the door shut behind me as I usual did. Only, Quatre's reprimand was absent, I looked up, finding the pace quiet, still. The jeep had been in the driveway, so they had to be around here somewhere. I pulled the coat off; tossing it at the hangers carelessly, my hand froze in place. Gaze locked on a simple brown jacket hung neatly at the very end of the row.
*Heero's.he's back so soon? But he only left last night! *
My stomach began to churn, clenching with fear. There was blood on it; Heero always kept his things neat and clean. Hanging up my coat properly I bolted for the stairs, taking them two at a time, forcing myself to slow my steps when I reached the closed door to his room. Hesitating before reaching for the handle, gripping it and slowly turning it, hoping that he wasn't too badly hurt. Though cold logic reminded me that Heero wouldn't have returned unless that was the case, or unless he'd finished. Opening the door a little I peered in. Not surprised to see one of the other's there, what did surprise me was the fact that it was Wufei sitting in with Heero.
Blinking I shifted my gaze to the unconscious form on the bed, stepping all the way into the room, gently closing the door behind me, and leaning against it, my hands still on the handle. The Chinese boy looked up at the soft click, closing a cook and setting it in his lap.
" He came in a couple hours ago while you were out."
I nodded some, my gaze still locked on the still form, and reluctantly I detached myself from the door, creeping forward towards the bed. Afraid of what I'd find, and more afraid of not knowing. Wufei said nothing as I reached Heero's beside, and I ignored his gaze, sitting down lightly on the edge.
" What happened to him.?"
I looked over at him, finally, calmed considerably now that I'd seen that Heero was indeed breathing, a bit shallowly and a bit too pale for my liking, but he was breathing. Wufei shook his head, his gaze darting quickly between Heero and myself.
" We don't know yet, babbling something or another, and passed out once he got upstairs, Quatre's already taken care of his wounds."
I nodded, dropping my eyes to the bed.
" He asked where you were." I blinked, looking back up at him curiously, " Did he really?"
Wufei snorted softly, going back to his book. " Though for the life of my I can't imagine why." I shrugged, forcing my usual grin, though it was wasted, as the other didn't even look at me, wrapped up in his book once more. Shaking my head some I looked back at Heero a moment before getting to my feet again.
"Where are the other two? " he grunted and frowned, not pleased with my further interruptions. " Quatre I believe, is supposed to be making dinner, I don't know where Trowa is."
Nodding I opened the door, flashing another grin at him. " Good! I'm starved! I haven't eaten all day! " He just shook his head going back to his book, muttering some mumbo jumbo under his breath in Chinese, I pretended not to hear, Fei was no fun at all sometimes. Sliding down the banister back downstairs and nearly falling on my face at the end, I peeked into the kitchen, sniffing, then smiling at the blonde Arabian. Slinking over to peer over his shoulder at the stove.
" Q.what's for dinner???? I'm huu~uungry!! Hurry up?? Pleee~eease?!?! When is it gonna be done??!" The boy blinked and smiled a tiny bit. " Where in the world have you been all day?" hopping up onto the counter I settled myself.
"I just went for a walk, why? "
"Heero's here." I nodded " yea, I already looked in on him, since when does Wufei play watchdog?"
"Well, you weren't here, Trowa went to look for you. Heero wouldn't rest until he saw you, I had to drug his water to do anything." I blinked, "Fei said he passed out"
He smiled secretively " Wufei didn't see me. " I snickered. "Ah, I bet Heero wouldn't let you tend him until he was out? "
" Nope."
I laughed softly " It figures, Perfect soldier or not, he still bleeds. " Quatre just shook his head
" Where did you go anyhow? I helped Trowa look for a while, after Heero was sleeping. Neither of us could find you, and you know that we're not allowed to go into town. We all agreed that it was best if no one saw us Duo. "
" Hey, hey!! I went for a walk, that it! All the silence was driving me crazy, everyone was being boring!" He sighed, "It's not like you to just disappear, or even go out in the rain when you can avoid it."
I shrugged, looking away. " Sometimes even I want to be left alone once in a while Quatre. "
The conversation died there, falling into one of those silences, where you were sure if the other was annoyed with you still or not. Looking up as a door slammed I slid off the counter, offering the dripping Trowa a smirk.
" You must have been walking the opposite direction, I didn't go very far."
He said nothing as usual, people often mistake his silence for being slow witted, but the truth was very different. Hanging his coat and shaking his head a bit he went up the stairs.
"That's unlikely."
Blinking at his back the smirk faltered, then melted to a curious expression, though silently I wondered if I'd missed something. Slipped somewhere so as to make the green eyed pilot suspicious. I shook my head.
*Nah, I've been doing this too long to slip up now. The rain had washed my steps away, I made sure it had, he couldn't have seen them.*
Quatre suddenly chirped that dinner was ready, breaking me from my paranoia, for the moment. Spinning around I gave him a maniac grin, hopping up and down like a small starving child. And well, I was, sorta. Laughing he managed to get passed me with the plates, setting them down on the table a split second or two before I'd set to devouring my own, hungry indeed.