Gundams with Wings; Revised

Part One
By Lady AngelFiren

"Speech"
/Thoughts/
:::telepathy:::

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Heero strode briskly across the deserted hallway, quickly and efficiently closing the distance that lay between his room and Duo's. It was 8:33 am, he figured that Duo would be up by this time, and was minutely relieved that he didn't have to worry about walking in on the other boy in the middle of any…group activities. It had happened last week with Quatre and Trowa, embarassing Heero enough to make him blush as he walked in on the pair right in the middle of a rather intense lovemaking session. He hadn't even noticed that the two were together before that morning, and would not soon forgive himself for the way he'd let his jaw drop onto the floor in shock when he found out. That had been a little too much for him.

The next morning he had entered Wufei's room to inform him of a mission, and silently thanked whatever gods existed that the Chinese youth was fully clothed and alone, practicing meditation. It still wasn't the best thing to interrupt, but he was confident that Chang could slip back into his trance-like state with ease.

Duo was by far the safest to walk in on at any time; the braided DeathScythe pilot was friendly to a fault and didn't anger easily. Heero carefully pushed open the unlocked dorm room door after a light knock and walked into the room, closing the door over behind him. Duo lay on his bed, completely naked, with his unnaturally long chestnut hair strewn over his body like a fan made of the finest silken threads. The plain gray comforter was kicked onto the floor at the foot of the bed and a cream coloured percale sheet twisted around the slumbering figure, covering only a fraction of the smooth skin that seemed to glow with softness in the beam of light that filtered in from the room's tiny bathroom.

Heero let a small gasp escape his lips as he inhaled sharply and took a step further into the dimly lit room, not bothering to keep his face in its customary stoic mold, as there was no one around to see him. Was that actually Duo? It looked more like a girl, but upon closer inspection of the creature's face and slim body, Heero concluded that it was definitely Duo, although he couldn't associate the thing before him with the figure of his closest friend. There was a small smile curled onto Duo's lips as he slept, and his face seemed to scrunch up into the soft sheets, nose upturned in a manner that was anything but soldierly. He looked…

Heero refused to finish the thought as he suddenly felt the heat which had started to build in his loins. Instead he left the room and went quickly back to his own, muttering about missions to himself as he almost frantically tried to distract his mind from the clear picture of Duo sleeping.

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Duo opened his eyes after he heard Heero's door shut across the hall. He snickered to himself and got out of bed, hopping into the shower and turning the water on hot. A steamy warmth soon floated out under the door of the small room, eventually followed by one long-haired American who was still musing over the gasp he'd gotten out of Heero earlier. /Its not so hard to get through the mask,/ he reflected, /All I have to do is catch him off-guard. Of course, that doesn't happen very often, so this could take awhile…/

Frowning to himself, Duo wrapped his mane in a fresh white towel and proceeded to dress for the day. Uniforms. Duo hated uniforms, but he put his on anyway, pulling up the gray-blue slacks and buttoning the stiff white shirt almost all the way. He threw on the required overcoat and looked into the foggy bathroom mirror with an unhappy frown.

"Stupid uniforms…" he muttered angrily as he surveyed himself. The colours clashed with his skin and eyes, leaving him with a pale, washed-out look, rather than the energetic façade he wished to portray. And the whole thing was so…rich and spoiled! Yuck! Sighing once more, Duo readied himself for another day lived out as a complete lie, filled with smiles that weren't real and laughter he didn't feel. Walking out of the steamy little room and grabbing his book-bag, he burst into the hallway and grinned maniacally, heading to the caf, led by an eagerly growling stomach.

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"Ohayo minna-san!" he called sitting down at one of the long caf tables, across from Heero and Wufei. "Where are Quatre and Trowa?" Flashing a broad grin, the long haired pilot answered his own question, "Never mind, I think I have a pretty good idea where they are..."

Stifling a snicker, Duo settled into his routine chatter- "…yeah, so I kicked their asses … hah, you don't mess with Shinigami … oh, and all these hot chicks wanted me…"

Looking up from his waffles he found his audience less than interested. "Oi! Aren't you guys even listening to me? Guys?"

Wufei was sleeping beside a bowl of rice, and Heero had brought his laptop to the table, and was typing quickly. Duo growled and pushed back a frustrated heave of breath by pretending to be angry rather than lonely and ignored. It was working, but if either of his 'friends' would have looked up from their places, they would surely have seen that the grin just didn't reach his eyes. He didn't bother to hide that, he knew they didn't care.

"Pay attention to me! Can't you guys even pretend to care? I'm talking here!"

"Maxwell, when aren't you talking?" Wufei muttered, frowning in his sleep.

"Grumpy!" Duo retorted, scowling dramatically at the Chinese boy who, in turn, left the table calling "I have class," over his shoulder.

" Uh huh, in and hour…" the other said under his breath, hoping that no-one had seen the flash of hurt he hadn't managed to mask as Wufei made his timely retreat only a few minutes after Duo had arrived to the table.

Duo devoured three plates of buttery, syrupy waffles, two tall glasses of orange juice and a banana. He dumped his tray and returned to the table, wiping syrup from his mouth with a napkin. Heero looked up from his laptop for a fleeting moment.

"We have a new mission," he said evenly, his voice so controlled that it was almost creepy. Talk about your tension…

"Joy, and just when we thought the war was over. What is it this time?"

"…" *stony glare*

"Well??"

"Hn, Relena." Heero's tone was filled with the special revulsion he reserved only for the desperate, lovesick girl who followed him everywhere and destroyed the pilot's cover time and again.

"You know, you should've killed her when you had the chance. She never leaves you alone! She's a stalker, a loony, and she whines. She also babbles constantly and hangs off your arm like a pet monkey. God, she is so desperate, and she can't get a fucking clue!" Duo didn't even have to pretend his hatred for the PeaceCraft girl, it was all real. She was nuts!

The Japanese pilot fixed Duo with and unfriendly glare, "I know." and left.

Sighing to himself, Duo pondered why he even bothered to keep up the smiling mask, but ignored his own wishes to drop it as he spotted some girls from one of his classes and went over to them, bearing a broad and friendly grin. He needed some attention, even if it wasn't the kind he actually wanted, it was better than being completely ignored, wasn't it?

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Laying on his bed staring at nothing, Heero let his mind wander. He didn't have any classes in the morning, and there wasn't much else he had to do, so he took advantage of the free time by trying to relax, however unsuccessfully. Whenever he let his mind free of its tight little prison, his thoughts would all drift back to what he'd seen earlier in the morning, and he didn't want to deal with the jumpy, tingly feeling that kept spinning through his stomach when he thought of Duo.

/What is wrong with me!?/ he wondered, clenching his fists tightly as his glare bore into the unaffected ceiling above him.

He was thinking back to Duo (again) lying naked on the bed, waves of shiny chestnut silk fanned over him. The picture was seductive and erotic in his mind, although he couldn't understand why. He'd never thought of Duo that way before, or any of the other pilots. At the time, he'd become confused and uneasy, and now he was just more confused. Confusion was dangerous. It got in the way of missions, and prevented him from having a clear head.

/I am a soldier, I don't have any business thinking about this, so why won't it go away? Its not like I've never seen him naked, why should I care? Why am I still on this, Gods, I should just forget it. But I can't.../

A familiar wrapping on the door brought Heero back to the dorm. He got up and let Duo in, glowering terribly and kicking himself mentally for the way he let his eyes pass over Duo's slender form before opening the door all the way. Such a show of weakness was unacceptable, he would have to find a way of dealing with this soon. The braided pilot's mouth started up the instant he stepped inside.

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Knocking loudly on the door, he heard bedsprings creak as the other pilot moved to open it. He reminded himself that he actually had a reason for coming here, aside from seeing the Wing pilot, but when he caught the way Heero's eyes swept slowly over his body before letting him in, he knew the visit would probably evolve into something more entertaining than a one-sided discussion about Relena.

"Hey Heero," Duo cried cheerfully, grinning from ear to ear. He strode into the room and sat on a chair by the desk in the corner. Shutting the door, Heero turned to face Duo.

"What." He said without emotion, his eyes not making full contact. Heero was staring at the space on Duo's forehead between his eyes, rather than looking right at him. /So Yuy, you thinking about something else? Hmmm, I wonder what that could be…heh heh./ Duo chuckled before he had a chance to stop himself, but it didn't matter. Heero would be unresponsive either way, so he could chuckle all he wanted. So long as the clown was in place, Duo didn't have to work too hard to keep up a conversation or at least talk his way past Heero's glare; it had become second-nature, and he actually found it easier to exist behind the mask, like the safety a small creature feels when it knows its fooled an enemy into thinking its poisonous or dangerous. He was safe here, comfortable, despite the cramped lack of freedom he had to endure in his own mind.

"Don't be so enthusiastic, you'll hurt yourself," he joked. "Actually, I came to get a little more detail about our mission. Despite the coulourful synopsis I got earlier, It'd be nice know what the hell we're doing to help the evil stalker bitch and why you're taking her orders."

"Hn," was all the other replied, and Duo could just see the wheels turning in Heero's brain as he thought about something else and continued to stare at his face but not look him I n the eyes. Duo felt a little flash of anger start to colour his mind, he really didn't like the way Heero eyed him like he was a piece of meat, or an exhibit in a museum.

"What, I don't deserve a response from the great Heero Yuy?" Duo's eyes darkened with the growing irritation. He was really getting sick of being ignored, however all his latest words evoked was a little growl and a "Hn." Heero's eyes seemed to stare through him, unblinking, and that was the last straw. The vacant look, faintly interested, appraising even, was just too much. Duo erupted in anger.

"Fuck Heero, just 'cause you're the Perfect Soldier or whatever doesn't mean you can't actually talk or be nice to people. Would it kill you to answer me? Oh, I suppose you don't care, right? It doesn't matter how I, or anyone else for that matter, feels, so long as you don't have to crawl out of your little shell and show some humanity! Is that it? Heero you can talk about stuff, to me or any of the guys, anyone. I can listen too, I am capable of not talking, don't you know that?"

/And why in the hell are you looking at me like you wanna buy me and take me home to try me out? What am I, a yard sale or a person?/

Heero glanced at Duo, hidden behind a cold stare, then he broke the eye contact and lowered his head. He actually looked kind of ashamed (for Heero), but his muttered reply was empty.

"Gomen."

Duo, already angry and hurt, stood clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white, and forced Heero to look right at him by standing directly in front of the other pilot, so that they were almost touching noses.

"Sorry?" he grit through clenched teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. It wasn't what usually happened when he was angry, in fact, he never let people see when he was angry, but today was an exception. There was just too much bothering him and not enough positives to balance it all out. "So now you're sorry? For what, do you even know why you said that? Do you honestly think I'm gonna take this? I have to work with you every day. Our lives are in each other's hands, don't you think we should at least be able to have a conversation? Do you place any value in me at all? YOU'RE A FUCKING ROBOT!" As he spoke, Duo's voice became more thickly laced with anger and personal hurt.

"Listen, I pretend all the time, I'm nice to people, and I try to avoid this kind of bullshit, but you have a serious problem here, and I don't know what the fuck I can do to fix it. I was and I still am very willing to help you or whatever, but I CANT FUCKING STAND IT ANYMORE!!!! GET A FUCKING PERSONALITY!!!"

Duo's violet eyes were filled with angry sparks and his face was red. Dropping his sturdy disposition for a split second, he drew back his fist and punched the Japanese pilot in the face as hard as he could. He hadn't even realized he was going to do it, but the second he did he felt instantly better.

Heero rocked back and sagged against the wall, his eyes an unwavering cobalt laser on the braided pilot. He did not touch his swelling cheek. Instead, he regarded Duo, and with a sickening, hateful malice filled tone he barely whispered, " Get. Out."

The American snorted angrily and turned on his heel, walking stiffly from the room, his long braid trailing like a tail. The door shut with an abrupt 'click'.

/What the hell just happened?/ Duo thought, clenching and unclenching his fists so that that they snapped spasmodically open and hooked shut in an unnatural rhythm. /Now he really is going to kill me! But, I mean, he has to be in there somewhere, nobody's that devoid of emotion./ A determined look crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced with confusion and…fear? / Shit. SHIT! I just punched Heero Yuy! He's a fucking homicidal maniac! He's going to kill me! Ohhh fuck…now what am I gonna do??/

As he keyed into his room he wondered to himself, /Why the hell do I even care?/

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Heero got to his feet as the door clicked shut, boiling with anger. A pounding in his temples pushed a screen of red over his eyes, and he clenched his fists and teeth repeatedly until he could feel the strain in his jaws.

/Fuck! He fucking punched me! And in the face!/ Heero would not let himself yell out loud, but he was very close to losing that small shred of control as he got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom.

Upon examining his face in the mirror, he discovered that a purple-red bruise was forming on his cheek, surrounded by a sea of scarlet, pierced only by the cold cobalt of his eyes. He hadn't known he could look so angry, it sliced through the hazy red for a few brief moments before his temper swallowed him once more. The pain was irrelevant, it was the fact that Duo had hit him that really made him fume. Heero couldn't contain himself. He pulled back and punched the wall, his fist connecting and sailing easily through the plaster, into a two by four. He heard a crack as the wood began to splinter, but it only bent and split, it did not break all the way through.

"Fuck!" the Japanese pilot exclaimed before he could stop himself, as he withdrew his throbbing but unbroken fist and thought again of how Duo had hit him. /Shit! He fucking punched me!/

Having the sense not to test his fist again, Heero used his other to punch into the wall opposite the first. This time his whole arm went through, and out the other side so that it was sticking into his room. He twisted and pulled his arm out, noting through the crimson anger that he had a deep slice going all the way up his arm from the wrist. Looking into the hole he'd made, he saw a rusty old nail protruding from a two by four he'd narrowly missed with his fist. The tip of the nail was now bloody, but Heero really didn't care about his arm as he let the image of Duo's fist rushing at him resurface and fuel more anger.

/What makes him think he can judge me?/

He kicked the door hard, which had been closed over. It exploded outward, ripping off its hinges in a spray of wood and plaster.

/So I don't talk constantly./

He delivered a strong punch to a fresh section of wall, ignoring the pain that shot through his arm as a few small bones in his hand cracked under the pressure of his blow.

/So I don't joke around and piss everyone off./

Stepping out of the bathroom, he ran at the far wall and kicked it head on, sending his foot deeply into the large hole it caused and scraping his leg bloody on a twist of metal.

/So I'm not fucking gorgeous…/

Heero slammed to a halt, his fist in mid punch, eyes wide.

"What am I doing?" he asked aloud to the empty dorm, breathing hard and letting the tiniest bit of confusion sweep over him. A puzzled look seeped across his face for only a moment, before it was replaced by a blank and emotionless stare. He turned and surveyed the damage he'd done, his eyes finally registering on his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"I HATE YOU!" he cried, and lunged for the seemingly motionless figure there, staring straight at him, sickening him. Heero punched the offensive, emotionless statue, and it shattered into a thousand glittering shards all around him.

"I hate you," he screamed to himself, to the empty walls, and to the untouched shadow inside himself that he could not reach, no matter how he tried.

"You…I…deserve to die, for being born."

The words were rough, hoarse and empty. Heero knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but was past the point of caring. The adrenaline that had surged moments before departed, abruptly weakening him and leaving his knees shaking. Heero sank down amongst the broken shards of glass, not registering that they had invaded him in many places, and fell unconscious. An image of Duo, smirking mockingly, floated lightly beneath his closed eyelids.

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When he awoke, Heero's head pounded violently. It took him a few moments to register what had happened, and he pushed himself to his feet with his hands. Splinters of glass stuck into them as he did this, increasing the rushing pound of blood to his temples. He made his way out of the small bathroom, almost-but-not-quite-wincing at the wave of pain that showered him. It wasn't nearly as severe as many of his injuries in Wing, but it hurt simply because it was anger and other more unknown emotions that had prompted the outburst.

And Duo.

Heero still couldn't bring himself to believe that the cheerful DeathScythe pilot had actually hit him, but the anger was gone. In fact, Heero felt peaceful, like he could comfortably lay down and go to sleep without worrying about a thing, although he didn't know why.

Concentrating, Heero roughly bandaged his wounds and picked the glass from his hands, knees and other places, and he ended up with a bowl full of bloody glass and lots of bandages, mostly on his hands and arms. He also put an ice pack over his eye, which was swollen almost all the way shut. He lay on his bed under two blankets bearing not only bandages, but more importantly, a confused and wounded heart. He fell into an uneasy sleep, ignoring the time. There was no way he could have stopped himself, it was like everything had to pause, so he could rest up and figure out what was going on. He had no idea why he was suddenly so tired, but he fell asleep before he even had a chance to tell his body when to wake up, and he was instantly out like a light.

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Duo sat on his bed thinking about the morning's events. He was practically shivering with a combination af fear and angst. He didn't really feel bad for hitting Heero -he'd deserved it- but he was definitely afraid to face the consequences of such an action. Heero Yuy was not the guy to get pissed off at and hit. He was more like the guy you tried to hide behind when there was danger because he was immovable and unstoppable. This was not a good position for Duo to be in.

He really hated admitting fear, he'd spent much of his life trying to push it away or overcome it, especially early childhood. Living on the streets with a band of orphans and eventually loosing his best friend to sickness had taught him that he had to be strong; that everything that happened was most likely his fault or that he should have tried harder to prevent it. This situation with Heero was different; he had been acting out of pure rage when he'd hit the Wing pilot, and now he would pay. Heero could not allow an unstable liability such as himself to just walk off after launching a direct assault, there was no way.

/What am I going to do? He's going to kill me! I completely lost control, I don't know how to handle this./ Duo worried at his lower lip and stared at the wall ahead of him for a minute before the tension in his veins pushed him up off the bed. He paced around his room and tried not to shiver; he really was afraid.

Getting up, he went into the small bathroom and flicked on the light. His reflection peered back at him in the brightly lit white room, revealing the extent of his hurt. He had the dark circles under his eyes that always seemed to appear when he felt like jumping off a bridge, and they contrasted with his pale skin and made him appear translucent. It was a really awful thing for him to see at the moment.

/I look like shit, maybe I should take a shower./

With this the braided pilot peeled off his clothes and unbraided his hair. As the chestnut locks rippled over his naked form, he turned on the water and pulled a towel from under the sink, setting it down on the floor and stepping under the steamy spray.

"Mmmmmm…" he sighed as the warmth worked the tension from his muscles and encircled him closely. "Maybe I'll just stay here forever," he thought, "I can't hurt anybody, and they can't hurt me."

It seemed like a really good idea. Duo decided to make this an extra-long, extra relaxing shower, so he got his hair all lathered up in his favorite, fairly expensive shampoo, and proceeded to scrub himself clean.

~*~*~*~Heero's Dream~*~*~*~

"Help me!" somebody cried, "Please don't leave me here all alone, not again."

The voice was strangely thick, distorted by the roar of mobile suits attacking one another. Heero piloted Wing towards a dark corner of the battlefield, and saw a slight figure nestled in between some tombstones, crying. As he approached, he saw the figure look up at his suit for a moment and the turn away. Loudly the person shouted, "Are you going to kill me? Well go ahead, I have nothing more to give, and I'll only hurt you, even if I don't mean it. So please, kill me!" There was a disturbing, desperate tone in the creature's voice that caught something inside of Heero and twisted savagely. It made him want to tear his heart out of his chest; he felt like he was feeling the person's pain, their anguish.

Heero was not interested in wasting his time, but he had been ordered not to harm civilians, so he extended Wing's hand to the ground in front of the figure, saying, "I'm not going to kill you, get on." Well, that was the reason he tried to convince himself that he was saving this single life, but he didn't believe himself. He was doing it for personal reasons; to redeem something of his heart that had been lost long ago when he killed his very first innocent. It was a terrible weight on him to know that every time he battled he probably destroyed several completely innocent, unaffiliated civilians, but when he could see and hear them up close, even the Perfect Soldier couldn't make himself ignore their desperate pleas for mercy.

But this was different. This person was asking for death, should he grant it? As a soldier who fought for life, he didn't believe that he should let someone die, especially if they wanted it. Their lives were precious, he was the one who should die; the only one who should have to die for something as ravenous as war. He could feel this person's sorrow and pain somehow, and he couldn't make himself leave them.

The figure stumbled upwards into the massive gundanium palm. Closing it protectively over her (he wasn't sure it was a her, but he thought as much), he drew the arm upwards and blasted into the sky on silver wings. He sent Quatre a message telling him that he was going to bring a civilian to safety, and that he would be back in awhile. The blond pilot okayed it, as the battle was almost over, and the enemy troops were retreating. He was barely breathing hard, it had been so easy to destroy them.

Landing several kilometers away in a forest beside a rushing stream, Heero set the girl down and instructed her to stay put. He had never had any intention of taking this person o a town or city until he found out what was going on, found out why his heart hurt like this.

"I'm coming out. You're in the middle of a forest, so don't bother running away there's nowhere to go." His voice was toneless over the gundam's speakers as Heero forced himself to suppress the urge to put his hand to his heart.

Opening the hatch, the Japanese pilot jumped effortlessly to the plush green earth below (A mere 30 feet, no sweat!) and stood up, gun drawn.

"Don't kill me, please!" a startled screech escaped the boy's throat. Heero could see that he was in fact male, by his figure and his voice, he hadn't noticed these obvious details before, he was concentrating on piloting his mech and controlling the angst that had crept into him. Why was the boy asking him at first to kill him, and then not to? It didn't make any sense; Heero hated confusion more than almost anything. It made him short-tempered and snippy-more than usual, anyway.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I said. I'm just being cautious," the gun disappeared into his flight suit, and Heero regarded the obviously traumatized boy with a stony cobalt glare."Who are you and why were you on that battlefield? Civilians had been ordered to evacuate prior to the battle." Heero decided not to mention what was happening to him; it could give this potential enemy something over him, a weakness to exploit.

"I-I…oh," The boy broke into pitiful sobs, shaking violently. "I was trying to die…"

"What?" Unsure of how to react, Heero walked closer, and crouched to meet a familiar face.

"Duo?" he exclaimed, "What are you doing like this?" Heero reached out to touch the boy, but just as his gloved fingers were about to make contact with the other Duo's shoulder, they were violently taken and thrown away from his form.

"Don't. Touch. Me." Duo whispered hoarsely, looking away.

"Duo…" he started. The ache was worse now, and it pulsed through him with every heartbeat. Alone…he was all alone. That what it was saying to him,

"I said don't! Please Heero, I don't know what's happening to me, I don't want to hurt you too, okay?" He flashed a pleading look at the surprised Wing pilot, who retorted fiercely, trying to pull his fellow pilot together with whatever words he could muster.

"Duo, calm down! Come on, you're a gundam pilot, you're my friend, and you're above this, now stop crying and stand up!" Barking out his message, Heero grabbed Duo's arm roughly and pulled him to his feet. The American twisted free once afoot and looked him straight in the eye.

"No Heero, you have no idea what's going on, okay?"

Ripping off the tattered white shirt he was wearing that hadn't been really obvious before it was gone, Duo closed his eyes and stiffened. Seconds passed, and Heero's growing curiosity remained unfulfilled. He began to wonder what was wrong with his friend. The feeling in his chest didn't change, it just seemed…strained.

"Duo…" he started once again, but this time he was interrupted by a pained cry and whooshing sounds coming from his friend.

Duo yelped as a pair of massive feathery wings shot from his back and extended outwards. It started with bare bones, and was closely followed by a silky covering of pure black feathers, and shimmering in the sunlight. Duo's eyes widened, and Heero could see the pupils become a huge blackness surrounded by a slight ring of violet. It was very beautiful and also captivating. The stunned Japanese boy could not pull himself away from the enchanting black orbs. Duo became covered in a flowing black robe, which started at his hands and drew over his slender form in twisting patterns until it reached his ankles, where it rustled lightly. The apparition's hair unbraided itself and lifted in silky wisps in the grasp of a gentle breeze that surrounded the pair.

"There, now what do you have to say about that?"

Duo regarded Heero with a calm gaze, folding the massive wings onto his back. To say the least, Heero was shocked speechless. He gawked openly for a few moments, and when he finally found his voice, all he could do was repeat his friend's name, stuttering badly. This was not at all like him, but he'd honestly never been so shocked in all his life.

"Duo! D-Duo? Duo… What is this? I-I mean…gah!" he just couldn't get the words out. He was dumbfounded. Jaw hanging open, he stared some more, waiting for Duo to say something. He didn't think about the way the pain in him had changed with Duo, he just gawked, totally unlike himself. This was too much.

"Please Heero, I-I don't know, this is just a part of me."

Bearing a weak smile, he slowly approached his friend and opened his arms. The massive wings opened too, and Heero couldn't be sure, but he supposed that they spanned at least twenty feet. They were powerful looking, fairly thin rather than being all thick and fluffy looking like an angel's wings, more like a falcon.

"Hug? I won't hurt you or anything, I promise, I'm still me."

With that he embraced the startled pilot, and tightly wrapped them both in black feathers. The gesture made Heero feel as if he could be at peace, if only for a moment, and when Duo released him, he remained calm.

"There, now that's not so bad, is it?" Duo became very serious, and Heero got the idea that he should pay attention. Duo regarded him strongly, searchingly. Satisfied, he spoke.
"Now, listen to me Heero," he began, "I have something very important to tell you…"

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To Be Continued…

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Oi! So how was part one revised?? I hope you liked it, I tried to make it suck less than it did before. I have to admit I was disappointed with the original, but I think this is much better. Hopeflly you will too, and maybe you'll even write back?? *Chibi eyes*

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