hr noshade size=10 width=75%Author's Note: I had to!!! I'm Sorry! I could
just let Duo be gone forever! I love him too much. And a reviewer happened
to mention a continuation about Heero meeting the sub. Hehehe. So I decided
to add a second chappy.
Disclaimer: not mine. I wish. But Zeta and Psi are! Hehehe. They're two of my babies. Actually a pic of Zeta is up on Elfwood. I'll fig out the actual addy for his pic then I'll stick it here. Now enjoy!
Two Years Later: Heero never had married Releena. He hadn't been able to do it. He hoped it had been the right decision to make. It felt right. He was happy if a bit lonely for his soul mate, but happy nonetheless. Heero had started the orphanage in memory of Duo Maxwell, his beloved friend whom had died too soon. He liked to think that wherever Duo was, that he was watching and smiling. Heero smiled down at the cherubic face of the child sitting on his knee, listening with the utmost attention to the story that he was being told. The child was going on and on about the substitute teacher they had had that day. They had thought it was a girl at first because of his long braid until the man had laughed when someone had called him Miss Maxwell.
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"He has the same name as the orph'nage. Isn't that cool?" the small blonde asked eagerly, bouncing up and down slightly on Heero's lap. "Very," Heero smiled softly. It couldn't be Duo. It was just a coincidence. He had held Duo in his arms as he took his last breath. There was no way. His eyes closed a moment, a picture of Duo appearing before him mentally. His stunned and pleased face when he had called out his name. Duo had been so happy that he had remembered it. It was the first and one of the few genuine smiles that Heero had ever seen on his friend's beautiful face and it had been two years since the last. No matter how much he had tried to forget the day Duo had died, the image of that soft sweet smile on the pale boy's lips when he had told him that he loved him would never be forgotten. "He used to live in an orph'nage too. He told us. He told us iall/i 'bout him," the small child's voice was filled with a reverence for the substitute teacher. Obviously, the boy had found himself a hero, someone to look up to, that he could relate to. "Oh?" It was just a coincidence, nothing more. Heero opened his eyes. If he kept looking at the picture of Duo, another would appear, one he didn't want to remember. He really hadn't seen that much blood, not at least anyway until he had gone back after the ground had dried. The porch was permanently stained red. "Yeah, it was at the Maxwell Church, you know the one that got destroyed on L2 when the war started? He used to live there. He was little when he got there and didn't know his name, so when it was destroyed he made up his own name. He named himself after the priest that ran the orphanage. Do you think he's related to the guy you named this orphanage after?" the small boy's older brother asked. Zeta was quickly approaching his teens. He had brought himself and his little brother, Psi, there shortly after Heero had opened the orphanage. Their parents had been killed the year before and they had been living on the streets until Heero had taken them in. He had been worried about Psi at first, but he had been adjusting much better the past year and was beginning to enjoy life again. "I don't know. I didn't think Duo had any relatives," he murmured. He was positive that Duo hadn't had any relatives. Duo wasn't even his real name. Neither was Maxwell. The substitute teacher couldn't be related to him, but there had only been one survivor in that massacre. "His name was Duo? Really?" bright violet eyes lit up in excitement. "Yes, why?" Heero asked hesitantly. This conversation was starting to unnerve him. The wound was still too raw from Duo's death. He still blamed himself. "That's what the sub'stute teacher told us to call him 'cause Mr. Maxwell made him feel old," the little blond boy giggled. "He said he wanted to meet you 'cause he wants you to show him the new Maxwell orphanage. He's thinkin' 'bout helping you out," Zeta smiled. "He's really nice and he's good with kids and you keep saying how you need more help now that it's getting bigger. I told him to stop by later. That you wouldn't mind. You don't, do you?" "So I have. And no I don't mind. I think I would like to meet this Duo. Did he say when he was going to visit?" Heero tried to calm down his racing heart. Duo was dead. He couldn't afford to start hoping for the impossible. His head shot up as he heard the doorbell ring. "It's him!" Psi shrieked cheerfully, hopping off Heero's lap and running to the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. "Come on Heero! Let him in!" he whined impatiently. He wasn't about to get in trouble for opening the door when it could be his hero on the other side. He didn't want to miss him. "Zeta, open the door for him, please. I'll be right behind you," Heero instructed the braided youth. Zeta reminded him so much of Duo. He was lively and possessed a metre length braid, albeit it was bright violet and white, but it was still a braid. He also had a zeal for destruction. Heero sighed as he recalled the numerous incidences caused by Zeta and his mischief. Zeta ran, grinning as he opened the door to the figure in black. Heero sat there a moment, gaining his courage. There was nothing to be afraid of. The dead couldn't come back to life. It simply wasn't Duo. "DUO!" Psi screamed launching himself into the man's arms who just laughed and settled the boy on his hip. "We told Heero all 'bout you! Did you know he named the orph'nage after a Duo too?!" "I had no idea," the soft rich voice murmured, violet eyes watching Heero's approach, something akin to amusement in his eyes. That voice. Those eyes. Heero paused. It couldn't be. He took a deep breath and closed the distance between himself and the three figures. "Hello, Mr. Maxwell," he nodded his head politely. "Duo, please. Mr. Maxwell makes me feel old," Duo held out his hand, smiling as Heero took it. "Alright. Duo it is. You may call me Heero," Heero took Psi from Duo's grasp and shooed the boy and his brother out of the room so he could talk to Duo alone. "You were thinking about working here?" "Yes. I wanted to give back what the Maxwell orphanage gave to me." Prussian blue eyes narrowed angrily at the man. "You lie. Only one boy survived the Maxwell Church Massacre. That boy died two years ago. This Orphanage was named after him. He was a close friend of mine," Heero glared at the man who haunted his dreams at night and plagued his thoughts during the day. "Hee-chan. You know I don't lie. I may run, I may hide, but I never tell a lie. You know that," Duo chided good naturedly. The death glare had ceased to work on him years ago. It had even less of an effect now that he no longer could die. At least not until Heero did. "Don't call me that. Stop pretending to be someone you could have never known. Maybe you don't know who I am, but I'm a professional killer," Heero warned. He didn't know how much more he could take of the onslaught of memories. "Hee-chan. Please. He's giving me another chance to be with you. Please Hee-chan. Don't send me back. I want to stay here with you. I. I thought you didn't love me. That's why I left you. You were going to marry Releena. I love you. I tried to tell you. I really did, but. I didn't want to lose you. Then you told me you were marrying Releena and you wouldn't tell me why. You just said it didn't matter. Why didn't it matter, Heero?" Duo met Heero's eyes. He had finally told him, but was it too late? "It didn't matter because you didn't love me." Heero looked down sadly. "I- I didn't think you loved me. I was always so cold to you." "Oh, Hee-chan!" Duo threw his arms around his fellow ex-pilot. "Ai shiteru Heero. Ai shiteru." "Aishiteru Duo," Heero murmured smiling. "Duo? Who. Who's giving you a second chance?" Heero questioned, finally believing that his Duo had come back to him. "Shinigami. He didn't like me being unhappy when I didn't have to be. He said I had one chance. That was it. I'm glad it worked Hee-chan. I was lonely. I missed you. I missed you so much!" Duo flung himself at Heero wrapping his arms around his neck. "D-Duo? Does that mean Shinigami really was the one that helped you throughout the war?" "Yeah. I uh. Yeah he was. I was his partner. I sorta still am. I'm. I'm immortal now Heero. I'm immortal until you die. Your death will birth my own." "I better live a long time then and make the best of it, ne?" Heero smirked, holding Duo about the waist./hr noshade size=10 width=75%
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Disclaimer: not mine. I wish. But Zeta and Psi are! Hehehe. They're two of my babies. Actually a pic of Zeta is up on Elfwood. I'll fig out the actual addy for his pic then I'll stick it here. Now enjoy!
Two Years Later: Heero never had married Releena. He hadn't been able to do it. He hoped it had been the right decision to make. It felt right. He was happy if a bit lonely for his soul mate, but happy nonetheless. Heero had started the orphanage in memory of Duo Maxwell, his beloved friend whom had died too soon. He liked to think that wherever Duo was, that he was watching and smiling. Heero smiled down at the cherubic face of the child sitting on his knee, listening with the utmost attention to the story that he was being told. The child was going on and on about the substitute teacher they had had that day. They had thought it was a girl at first because of his long braid until the man had laughed when someone had called him Miss Maxwell.
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"He has the same name as the orph'nage. Isn't that cool?" the small blonde asked eagerly, bouncing up and down slightly on Heero's lap. "Very," Heero smiled softly. It couldn't be Duo. It was just a coincidence. He had held Duo in his arms as he took his last breath. There was no way. His eyes closed a moment, a picture of Duo appearing before him mentally. His stunned and pleased face when he had called out his name. Duo had been so happy that he had remembered it. It was the first and one of the few genuine smiles that Heero had ever seen on his friend's beautiful face and it had been two years since the last. No matter how much he had tried to forget the day Duo had died, the image of that soft sweet smile on the pale boy's lips when he had told him that he loved him would never be forgotten. "He used to live in an orph'nage too. He told us. He told us iall/i 'bout him," the small child's voice was filled with a reverence for the substitute teacher. Obviously, the boy had found himself a hero, someone to look up to, that he could relate to. "Oh?" It was just a coincidence, nothing more. Heero opened his eyes. If he kept looking at the picture of Duo, another would appear, one he didn't want to remember. He really hadn't seen that much blood, not at least anyway until he had gone back after the ground had dried. The porch was permanently stained red. "Yeah, it was at the Maxwell Church, you know the one that got destroyed on L2 when the war started? He used to live there. He was little when he got there and didn't know his name, so when it was destroyed he made up his own name. He named himself after the priest that ran the orphanage. Do you think he's related to the guy you named this orphanage after?" the small boy's older brother asked. Zeta was quickly approaching his teens. He had brought himself and his little brother, Psi, there shortly after Heero had opened the orphanage. Their parents had been killed the year before and they had been living on the streets until Heero had taken them in. He had been worried about Psi at first, but he had been adjusting much better the past year and was beginning to enjoy life again. "I don't know. I didn't think Duo had any relatives," he murmured. He was positive that Duo hadn't had any relatives. Duo wasn't even his real name. Neither was Maxwell. The substitute teacher couldn't be related to him, but there had only been one survivor in that massacre. "His name was Duo? Really?" bright violet eyes lit up in excitement. "Yes, why?" Heero asked hesitantly. This conversation was starting to unnerve him. The wound was still too raw from Duo's death. He still blamed himself. "That's what the sub'stute teacher told us to call him 'cause Mr. Maxwell made him feel old," the little blond boy giggled. "He said he wanted to meet you 'cause he wants you to show him the new Maxwell orphanage. He's thinkin' 'bout helping you out," Zeta smiled. "He's really nice and he's good with kids and you keep saying how you need more help now that it's getting bigger. I told him to stop by later. That you wouldn't mind. You don't, do you?" "So I have. And no I don't mind. I think I would like to meet this Duo. Did he say when he was going to visit?" Heero tried to calm down his racing heart. Duo was dead. He couldn't afford to start hoping for the impossible. His head shot up as he heard the doorbell ring. "It's him!" Psi shrieked cheerfully, hopping off Heero's lap and running to the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. "Come on Heero! Let him in!" he whined impatiently. He wasn't about to get in trouble for opening the door when it could be his hero on the other side. He didn't want to miss him. "Zeta, open the door for him, please. I'll be right behind you," Heero instructed the braided youth. Zeta reminded him so much of Duo. He was lively and possessed a metre length braid, albeit it was bright violet and white, but it was still a braid. He also had a zeal for destruction. Heero sighed as he recalled the numerous incidences caused by Zeta and his mischief. Zeta ran, grinning as he opened the door to the figure in black. Heero sat there a moment, gaining his courage. There was nothing to be afraid of. The dead couldn't come back to life. It simply wasn't Duo. "DUO!" Psi screamed launching himself into the man's arms who just laughed and settled the boy on his hip. "We told Heero all 'bout you! Did you know he named the orph'nage after a Duo too?!" "I had no idea," the soft rich voice murmured, violet eyes watching Heero's approach, something akin to amusement in his eyes. That voice. Those eyes. Heero paused. It couldn't be. He took a deep breath and closed the distance between himself and the three figures. "Hello, Mr. Maxwell," he nodded his head politely. "Duo, please. Mr. Maxwell makes me feel old," Duo held out his hand, smiling as Heero took it. "Alright. Duo it is. You may call me Heero," Heero took Psi from Duo's grasp and shooed the boy and his brother out of the room so he could talk to Duo alone. "You were thinking about working here?" "Yes. I wanted to give back what the Maxwell orphanage gave to me." Prussian blue eyes narrowed angrily at the man. "You lie. Only one boy survived the Maxwell Church Massacre. That boy died two years ago. This Orphanage was named after him. He was a close friend of mine," Heero glared at the man who haunted his dreams at night and plagued his thoughts during the day. "Hee-chan. You know I don't lie. I may run, I may hide, but I never tell a lie. You know that," Duo chided good naturedly. The death glare had ceased to work on him years ago. It had even less of an effect now that he no longer could die. At least not until Heero did. "Don't call me that. Stop pretending to be someone you could have never known. Maybe you don't know who I am, but I'm a professional killer," Heero warned. He didn't know how much more he could take of the onslaught of memories. "Hee-chan. Please. He's giving me another chance to be with you. Please Hee-chan. Don't send me back. I want to stay here with you. I. I thought you didn't love me. That's why I left you. You were going to marry Releena. I love you. I tried to tell you. I really did, but. I didn't want to lose you. Then you told me you were marrying Releena and you wouldn't tell me why. You just said it didn't matter. Why didn't it matter, Heero?" Duo met Heero's eyes. He had finally told him, but was it too late? "It didn't matter because you didn't love me." Heero looked down sadly. "I- I didn't think you loved me. I was always so cold to you." "Oh, Hee-chan!" Duo threw his arms around his fellow ex-pilot. "Ai shiteru Heero. Ai shiteru." "Aishiteru Duo," Heero murmured smiling. "Duo? Who. Who's giving you a second chance?" Heero questioned, finally believing that his Duo had come back to him. "Shinigami. He didn't like me being unhappy when I didn't have to be. He said I had one chance. That was it. I'm glad it worked Hee-chan. I was lonely. I missed you. I missed you so much!" Duo flung himself at Heero wrapping his arms around his neck. "D-Duo? Does that mean Shinigami really was the one that helped you throughout the war?" "Yeah. I uh. Yeah he was. I was his partner. I sorta still am. I'm. I'm immortal now Heero. I'm immortal until you die. Your death will birth my own." "I better live a long time then and make the best of it, ne?" Heero smirked, holding Duo about the waist./hr noshade size=10 width=75%
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