Untitled As Of Yet Part One

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That which you do not have,

That you have never had,

That you will never have,

Is what you most desire.

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Human.

The definition is deep. To be human, you must feel emotions. You must care about something or someone. Life has meaning to a human.

He made me human.

Duo.

He wouldn't give up on me. I rejected all his overtures but he wouldn't let me be. He was an annoyance, a pest, something to be exterminated. But after a while, he became more than that. He became a comfort, though I still pretended he was a pain. He was there for me, for when I needed him, even if I would never have gone to him with any problems of mine. After all, problems are weaknesses, and the Perfect Soldier didn't have weaknesses. (A/N: Wow, I totally forgot where I was going with this fic. I totally forgot it even existed *stumbled upon it while looking for other fics*)

I continued living as the Perfect Soldier. Carrying out missions was my life, and I left no room for anything else. Duo kept all of our spirits up, and never bothered us with his problems. But I ignored him, told him to go away, that he was annoying. But I couldn't ignore the flickering of pain in his eyes whenever I did so. I threw myself into the most dangerous situations with ferocity during battles, fighting for all I was worth. I did not expect to outlive the war. I didn't want to.

But then it ended, and I was still alive.

It was because of him. Duo. He pulled me through. He wouldn't let me die. Every time I pushed that self-detonation button he was there for me. For this, I was both grateful and angry.

We were awarded medals as war heroes. I remember that day vividly. Duo had an arm around some part of me-either around my waist, shoulders, putting me in a headlock, or just plain hanging off of my arm-for the entire time. Needless to say, he got very drunk at the after-party. *Very* drunk. He was very touchy-feely. And then. . .

And then. . .

The world stopped.

He asked if he could come to my room later, *suggestively*. Swaying his hips and winking at me, he swaggered off to puke his guts out.

I didn't see him again until I retired to my room for the night. Nervously I waited for him. Not knowing what to expect I smoothed the bed covers and straightened the pillows. I took a seat in one of the plush armchairs, perfectly positioned to watch the clock. And so I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.
And no one came.