Don't Tell Me

by: Random Artemis



Ask and ye shall receive! You asked for more! Well here it is! In the same day too *gasp*

Here CherryBlossom Angel who was kind enough to write a nice review and inspire me to post the next part! And death flower sorry the twist is in here.. With more to come(Imagine what 10 review could do....) *HINT HINT*

Disclaimer: I don't own them...yadda...yadda...yadda...



Part 1: Desires and Revelations



Heero Yuy stared at the uncomfortable young melato (an: melato is a person of mixed black and white races) woman sitting across the aisle from him on the shuttle. Something about her seemed naggingly familiar, but the perfect soldier couldn't put his finger on it. It bothered him. He nudged Trowa and gestured to the girl who was now squirming under the gaze of the two famous pilots.

She wasn't particularly distinctive. Her long black hair fell in cornrows to nearly the floor when she sat. Heero grunted. In his opinion, it was a very inefficient way to wear one's hair. She had the uneven milk chocolate complexion of a teenager who hasn't quite learned yet how to mix foundations correctly to get a perfect match. Her eyes were hidden by a pair of large mirrored sunglasses. The sense of unrest still nagged at him. Heero turned to Trowa for his consensus, but Trowa, clearly not interested in females, didn't consider the girl a threat, and turned his attention elsewhere.

Heeor sighed inwardly, the girl was still bothering him, it was probably the long hair in braids reminding him of Duo.

Heero liked to pretend the reason he'd tried to track down Duo for the past two years was because he valued him as a friend and collegue. He was also pretending, while he was at it, that the reason he'd been thinking about Duo constantly was caused by the trouble he'd have to go to, to find the last component of their old team. Heero knew it, but he denied it vehemently every time his hormones brought it up. He was in love. With Duo. A fellow gundam pilot. A fellow male.

Duo was a very touchy subject for Heero. He had come to the conclusion that he was definately not gay. A bit of experimentation and the fact that he was not even remotely attracted to any other man. He was attracted to women, not as strongly as Duo, but still attracted nevertheless, even if he didn't fancy Relena. So, he had come to the conclusion that he was attracted to women...and Duo.

He used to think it was simply the stresses of war, but apparently, according to his current trains of thought, it wasn't.

The girl looked, he mused once again turning his attention back to her, a bit like Duo, but she didn't move like him at all. In fact, she moved slightly roboticly, as if she were forcing herself to move unnaturally. Someone who trained themselves to move differently was a threat. So he continued to watch her.

Not because she reminded him of Duo.

Not at all.

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I shifted in my seat, trying to squirm as far away as possible as to get away from the intense glare of the young man sitting across the aisle from me. I was thankful for the sunglasses because of the tears pooled in my eyes.

Two years.

Two years of repressing and forgetting. Two years of hiding, of pain. I thought I was ready now, to forget and start a new life. A clean and good existence. Obviously I was wrong. Two years of learning to live outside the war, destroyed in the moment our eyes met. This was a mistake.

Strangely enough, the first memory that rushed back into my head wasn't of him, but of Quatreand a painful, yet liberating confession...



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It was late at night, I had just stepped out of the shower and taken my hormone suppressants. G didn't want me to outgrow Deathscythe's cockpit, let alone grow...other things that might endanger my secret.

I had fallen face down on my bed, sobbing, my forgotten wet hair splaying out around me, becoming hopelessly tangled as a thrashed in misery. I was so lost in lonliness, in the hopeless, helpless love in felt for Heero. Of all the pilots, even of enemies later turned friends, I had to fall for Heero. Cold, emotionless, oddly considerate at times, incurably anti-social, infuriating, and impossibly beautiful.

I was so lost in my pain, I didn't even register Quatre opening the door and coming over to sit with me on the bed. He placed a comforting hand on my back, murmuring, "It's alright, It's alright..." I looked up at him, dazed and surprised that he had managed to sneak up on me.

He smiled sadly down at me, his eyes mirroring my own. "Shh... Duo let it all out..." he said softly, drawing me up into a hug. So I cried and he gently untangled my hair. "Heero, right?" he asked gently.

I lifted my head from his shoulder, "How? How did you?"

He held up the brush defensively, "Hey, I do have 29 sisters you know."

I grinned weakly and replied, "I didn't mean the hair, thanks though..."

"No problem, and as for Heero, " he gestured to his space heart vaguely, "Even if it didn't tell me, I'd recognize a fellow.

Suddenly events, and covert glances snapped into place. "Trowa." I replied, more of a statement than a question really. He nodded sadly, blinking back tears.

We sat there in sad silence, brooding as the tension inside me built up, and finally passed my breaking point. I had to share my last secret with Quatre. With someone, with anyone. Something to share from deep inside to make me feel less alone. Only myself, Dr. G, and now deceased OZ soldiers who performed my torture sessions knew. Really, it was a miracle I'd managed to hide it for so long. Quatre stared angsting at the wall, completely unaware of my internal struggle, nor of the bomb I was about to drop. At least until I abruptly blurted out, "Quatre, I'm a girl."

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