I got a new Trigun dvd and guess what? WOLFWOOD IS THE BEST!! I bought my dvd's outta order and so I've finally purchased the third one and it's awesome. (Don't tell my friends but I bought a dvd for myself instead of them so now I hafta scrape together my money to buy them christmas gifts) OH yeah. ... For Christmas I will post another chapter, and hmm... lessee. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! (I know some of you may not celebrate Christmas but I DO, so I'm wishing you a happy december 25th b/c that's the day I celebrate Christ being born)
ANYWAY! Hey Mich, I'm touched that you hate me and everything, really (jk). (I missed that the first time I read the story b/c I wanted to read the story so badly) OKAy, anything I've missed? right
disclaimer: I don't own gundam wing.
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"ahem ..."
As Heero turned to leave Duo fell forward onto a surprised Heero, who finally let into his emotions and sobbed, sinking to the floor. 'Why must I hold his cold body even in my dreams? Why can't I escape them?' He repeated this over and over until he began to scream them. His voice became hoarse and he wondered if he was screaming in reality. This dream was never-ending, how long must he hold the body of the person he cared for the most? He began to chant Duo's name over and over. The dream Duo opened his eyes.
"Heero?" There was question in his eyes, and Heero could not answer through his guilt. So he continued to apologize, much more quietly this time.
"What for, Heero? Why are you sorry?" Duo looked perplexed and Heero didn't think he could explain it, but it was the least he could do for him.
"I'm sorry for killing you," Duo's eyes widened in shock, and Heero hid his head in shame. Duo moved slowly out of Heero's grasp and kneeled by him.
"Heero, you didn't kill me-" Duo was cut off by Heero.
"Yes, I did! You were in the building when I blew it up." Heero's voice was getting shrill and desperate, as if he wanted Duo to condemn him.
"Heero!" Duo cut him off this time. "I'm not dead!" The braided pilot's voice took on the same desperation as Heero's.
"You're right Duo." Duo stared at Heero apprehensively. He was being passive, why? "You aren't dead ... at least in not my dreams." Duo stared at him dumbfounded and alarmed. What had he just said?
"Listen Heero, I AM ALIVE! I am here talking to you," Duo took Heero's right hand and placed it on his partially exposed chest. "Do you feel my heart beating?!?" Heero blinked and then placed his left hand over his right. His face lost some of it's grief, and suddenly he jumped forward, embracing Duo. (1) Duo was to weak to handle the enthusiastic embrace and fell over with Heero on top of him. He was glad Heero believed him but he wasn't strong enough to support Heero's weight on him and began gasping for air. Heero removed himself and immediately checked the pilot over. He seemed to have several injuries, though all seemed to be healing nicely. What was making him so weak?
Duo, attempting to catch his breath, suddenly made himself vomit, all over Heero. He apologized and Heero ignored it, hauling Duo to his feet, he concentrated on getting Duo to a bathroom. Just in time too, as he dove for the toilet, Heero rubbed his back, whispering quiet, unintelligible words. Duo vomited until his stomach was empty and even then he dry retched for a moment. He leaned over the toilet in exhaustion, while Heero flushed it.
"Gomen Heero. I haven't been feeling well lately." Heero gruffly accepted the apology, and helped Duo stand. They slowly made their way to Duo's bed, but were interrupted by Trowa.
"Oh you found each other," He glanced at Duo, "You shouldn't be out of bed." His face was sterner than usual, yet it also carried less worries. Duo leaned into Heero's side wearily and moved forward once again, determined to make it to the bed before collapsing. He was baffled by his weakness. Had he caught ill on his trek home? Or were his injuries more serious than he thought? His body was trembling after his bout in the bathroom and he struggled onward once more. Trowa, seeing his difficulty, took his other arm and helped him to his bed. They settled him in properly and gave him a drink. Trowa worriedly put a hand to Duo's brow and gasped. If anything is fever had gotten worse. Once more he put a cold compress on Duo's forehead. Motioning to Heero, he left the room, where the self proclaimed Shinigami fell into restless sleep. Heero wanted nothing more than to stay in the room forever and watch Duo, but he knew he owed Trowa an apology, especially since he had caused them so much grief.
"Trowa, I'm sorry." Heero stated. He didn't explain himself, he didn't feel that was necessary. Suddenly he felt weak in the knees and leaned against a wall. Duo was alive. Duo WAS alive. He had been living with his death for such a short time and all a sudden he was here again, and he had a chance to explore the feelings that had surfaced. Now that it came to it though, could he? As the perfect soldier he was hesitant to allow any emotions get in the way of his judgement. Of course 6 hours ago he had been so grief stricken he could not cope and the very thought of living without him was unbearable. Now that he was back, would he be able to function as a soldier if he was too worried about 02's health? Fighting with Duo in a battle could be a distraction. Heero sighed, the stupid logical part of his head would not shut up and let the tiny voice that represented his desires to speak.
"Heero?" Heero looked at Trowa who was watching him curiously. Then Trowa's nose wrinkled slightly, Duo's expulsion of vomit onto Heero had been momentarily forgotten, but you can't ignore that smell forever.
"Was that from Duo?" At Heero's nod he continued, "Why don't you clean up. I'm gonna find Quatre, he felt you and then you started screaming and he's been in the basement ever since." Heero walked off with a nod of consent.
Trowa walked to the basement, there was Quatre curled up like a cat on the sofa. His face had relaxed and he looked so peaceful. Trowa hated to wake him, but they needed his help. He was the only one with a tiny bit of medical knowledge and Duo needed to be checked on.
"Kat? Are you awake?" Quatre murmured in his sleep and rolled over. Trowa bit his lip, he was torn with indecision; Quatre was exhausted, but Duo was getting worse. "Quatre, you need to wake up now." His voice was much more firm now, and Quatre reluctantly opened his eyes. "Duo and Heero ... talked." Quatre's gaze unfocused slightly, and then he glanced questioningly at Trowa.
"I can't feel anything wrong . . . Why did you wake me?" There was no accusation in his eyes only curiosity.
"Duo's getting worse, his fevers back and he threw up all over Heero," Trowa gazed seriously down at the blond Arabian lying comfortably on the couch. Quatre let out an exhausted sigh and stood up, stretching. He made for the stairs, but stumbled slightly. Trowa reached forward with warm steadying hands and helped the fatigued teen up the stairs. Heero was already in Duo's room and he sat by the bed, head in hands, with a tortured look about him. Quatre paused slightly, putting a comforting hand momentarily on 01's shoulder. He did not acknowledge the gesture in any visible way, but Quatre felt his appreciation even so. He moved on to Duo and felt his forehead once more. It was definitely warmer, but not as warm as it had been when he had first arrived. Looking to Trowa, he asked him to go get some aspirin while he made up another compress for his forehead. As he was doing this, Quatre looked at Heero.
"Are you alright?" Heero grunted in response. "Did you find out where he was?" Quatre asked cautiously. He didn't want to get Heero worked up right now.
"We didn't have a very long conversation," Heero looked up and stared at Quatre. "He shouldn't affect me like this, I've never allowed myself to get close to anyone before and the moment I thought Duo was gone, I went to pieces. Why?" Quatre looked at Heero compassionately.
"Because you care for him that's why." Heero resumed his head in hands position while Quatre continues, "You are human, above all else, you are first and foremost human. No man is an island." Quatre quoted. Heero didn't look up, but he appeared to be thinking peacefully now rather than questioning his existence. Quatre stood and went to Duo's side and pondered this mysterious illness plaguing him. It was strange, there seemed to be no logical reason as to why Duo was in this shape. The Sandrock pilot had checked all of Duo's wounds for infection and found none, so any illness was from Duo's own system. He couldn't treat it if he didn't know what it was he had. Perhaps when Duo awoke he could shed some light on this mystery...
TBC ...
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(1) Okay, Heero was really glad to see Duo and whenever my four year old cousin is glad to see me he bowls me over in as bug an embrace he can muster. I thought Heero could be outta character for a while there. ^^*
OKay there, I've finished another chapter and it's even longer than usual. I Hope it's acceptable. Please REVIEW, I'll take the bad too. Just tell me what I'm doing wrong. You couldn't offend me if you tried (there a challenge, will anyone take the bait I wonder ...)
ANYWAY! Hey Mich, I'm touched that you hate me and everything, really (jk). (I missed that the first time I read the story b/c I wanted to read the story so badly) OKAy, anything I've missed? right
disclaimer: I don't own gundam wing.
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"ahem ..."
As Heero turned to leave Duo fell forward onto a surprised Heero, who finally let into his emotions and sobbed, sinking to the floor. 'Why must I hold his cold body even in my dreams? Why can't I escape them?' He repeated this over and over until he began to scream them. His voice became hoarse and he wondered if he was screaming in reality. This dream was never-ending, how long must he hold the body of the person he cared for the most? He began to chant Duo's name over and over. The dream Duo opened his eyes.
"Heero?" There was question in his eyes, and Heero could not answer through his guilt. So he continued to apologize, much more quietly this time.
"What for, Heero? Why are you sorry?" Duo looked perplexed and Heero didn't think he could explain it, but it was the least he could do for him.
"I'm sorry for killing you," Duo's eyes widened in shock, and Heero hid his head in shame. Duo moved slowly out of Heero's grasp and kneeled by him.
"Heero, you didn't kill me-" Duo was cut off by Heero.
"Yes, I did! You were in the building when I blew it up." Heero's voice was getting shrill and desperate, as if he wanted Duo to condemn him.
"Heero!" Duo cut him off this time. "I'm not dead!" The braided pilot's voice took on the same desperation as Heero's.
"You're right Duo." Duo stared at Heero apprehensively. He was being passive, why? "You aren't dead ... at least in not my dreams." Duo stared at him dumbfounded and alarmed. What had he just said?
"Listen Heero, I AM ALIVE! I am here talking to you," Duo took Heero's right hand and placed it on his partially exposed chest. "Do you feel my heart beating?!?" Heero blinked and then placed his left hand over his right. His face lost some of it's grief, and suddenly he jumped forward, embracing Duo. (1) Duo was to weak to handle the enthusiastic embrace and fell over with Heero on top of him. He was glad Heero believed him but he wasn't strong enough to support Heero's weight on him and began gasping for air. Heero removed himself and immediately checked the pilot over. He seemed to have several injuries, though all seemed to be healing nicely. What was making him so weak?
Duo, attempting to catch his breath, suddenly made himself vomit, all over Heero. He apologized and Heero ignored it, hauling Duo to his feet, he concentrated on getting Duo to a bathroom. Just in time too, as he dove for the toilet, Heero rubbed his back, whispering quiet, unintelligible words. Duo vomited until his stomach was empty and even then he dry retched for a moment. He leaned over the toilet in exhaustion, while Heero flushed it.
"Gomen Heero. I haven't been feeling well lately." Heero gruffly accepted the apology, and helped Duo stand. They slowly made their way to Duo's bed, but were interrupted by Trowa.
"Oh you found each other," He glanced at Duo, "You shouldn't be out of bed." His face was sterner than usual, yet it also carried less worries. Duo leaned into Heero's side wearily and moved forward once again, determined to make it to the bed before collapsing. He was baffled by his weakness. Had he caught ill on his trek home? Or were his injuries more serious than he thought? His body was trembling after his bout in the bathroom and he struggled onward once more. Trowa, seeing his difficulty, took his other arm and helped him to his bed. They settled him in properly and gave him a drink. Trowa worriedly put a hand to Duo's brow and gasped. If anything is fever had gotten worse. Once more he put a cold compress on Duo's forehead. Motioning to Heero, he left the room, where the self proclaimed Shinigami fell into restless sleep. Heero wanted nothing more than to stay in the room forever and watch Duo, but he knew he owed Trowa an apology, especially since he had caused them so much grief.
"Trowa, I'm sorry." Heero stated. He didn't explain himself, he didn't feel that was necessary. Suddenly he felt weak in the knees and leaned against a wall. Duo was alive. Duo WAS alive. He had been living with his death for such a short time and all a sudden he was here again, and he had a chance to explore the feelings that had surfaced. Now that it came to it though, could he? As the perfect soldier he was hesitant to allow any emotions get in the way of his judgement. Of course 6 hours ago he had been so grief stricken he could not cope and the very thought of living without him was unbearable. Now that he was back, would he be able to function as a soldier if he was too worried about 02's health? Fighting with Duo in a battle could be a distraction. Heero sighed, the stupid logical part of his head would not shut up and let the tiny voice that represented his desires to speak.
"Heero?" Heero looked at Trowa who was watching him curiously. Then Trowa's nose wrinkled slightly, Duo's expulsion of vomit onto Heero had been momentarily forgotten, but you can't ignore that smell forever.
"Was that from Duo?" At Heero's nod he continued, "Why don't you clean up. I'm gonna find Quatre, he felt you and then you started screaming and he's been in the basement ever since." Heero walked off with a nod of consent.
Trowa walked to the basement, there was Quatre curled up like a cat on the sofa. His face had relaxed and he looked so peaceful. Trowa hated to wake him, but they needed his help. He was the only one with a tiny bit of medical knowledge and Duo needed to be checked on.
"Kat? Are you awake?" Quatre murmured in his sleep and rolled over. Trowa bit his lip, he was torn with indecision; Quatre was exhausted, but Duo was getting worse. "Quatre, you need to wake up now." His voice was much more firm now, and Quatre reluctantly opened his eyes. "Duo and Heero ... talked." Quatre's gaze unfocused slightly, and then he glanced questioningly at Trowa.
"I can't feel anything wrong . . . Why did you wake me?" There was no accusation in his eyes only curiosity.
"Duo's getting worse, his fevers back and he threw up all over Heero," Trowa gazed seriously down at the blond Arabian lying comfortably on the couch. Quatre let out an exhausted sigh and stood up, stretching. He made for the stairs, but stumbled slightly. Trowa reached forward with warm steadying hands and helped the fatigued teen up the stairs. Heero was already in Duo's room and he sat by the bed, head in hands, with a tortured look about him. Quatre paused slightly, putting a comforting hand momentarily on 01's shoulder. He did not acknowledge the gesture in any visible way, but Quatre felt his appreciation even so. He moved on to Duo and felt his forehead once more. It was definitely warmer, but not as warm as it had been when he had first arrived. Looking to Trowa, he asked him to go get some aspirin while he made up another compress for his forehead. As he was doing this, Quatre looked at Heero.
"Are you alright?" Heero grunted in response. "Did you find out where he was?" Quatre asked cautiously. He didn't want to get Heero worked up right now.
"We didn't have a very long conversation," Heero looked up and stared at Quatre. "He shouldn't affect me like this, I've never allowed myself to get close to anyone before and the moment I thought Duo was gone, I went to pieces. Why?" Quatre looked at Heero compassionately.
"Because you care for him that's why." Heero resumed his head in hands position while Quatre continues, "You are human, above all else, you are first and foremost human. No man is an island." Quatre quoted. Heero didn't look up, but he appeared to be thinking peacefully now rather than questioning his existence. Quatre stood and went to Duo's side and pondered this mysterious illness plaguing him. It was strange, there seemed to be no logical reason as to why Duo was in this shape. The Sandrock pilot had checked all of Duo's wounds for infection and found none, so any illness was from Duo's own system. He couldn't treat it if he didn't know what it was he had. Perhaps when Duo awoke he could shed some light on this mystery...
TBC ...
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(1) Okay, Heero was really glad to see Duo and whenever my four year old cousin is glad to see me he bowls me over in as bug an embrace he can muster. I thought Heero could be outta character for a while there. ^^*
OKay there, I've finished another chapter and it's even longer than usual. I Hope it's acceptable. Please REVIEW, I'll take the bad too. Just tell me what I'm doing wrong. You couldn't offend me if you tried (there a challenge, will anyone take the bait I wonder ...)