"Duo, get some towels ready to soak up the blood." He nodded and stood over
his friend with a towel ready in hand. Heero reached out and grabbed a hold
of the bone that was stabbing into Solo's back. With his foot braced
against the bed for support, Heero slowly pulled the bone out. It was stuck
fast and took a lot of strength, but finally with a sickening sound, the
bone slid out of the muscle it was imbedded in. Duo winced before reaching
over and applying pressure to the gaping hole in Solo's back.
"Don't press too hard, the bone didn't puncture his lung, but it scraped it a little." For once Duo was the quiet one with a nod, as he watched Heero carefully examine the bone. It hadn't shattered as much as Duo first thought, instead it was as if it were bent too far in one direction and snapped clean in half. Duo looked down and noticed that the towel had turned crimson as well as everything around him, and he placed another one on top of it as he tried to stop the blood pouring from the wound.
"Duo, leave the towels there, I need your help here for setting the bones."
Duo gulped but complied, he hated treating wounds, his own as well as other peoples. It just grossed him out for some reason. With shaking hands he listened to Heero's instructions and in the end, he was holding the two broken sections of wing together as Heero tried to stretch Solo's torn skin of the wound.
The skin refused to spread all the way across the bones, so Heero was forced to make an incision along the length of the skin under the part of the bone which had broken through the skin and wrapped it slowly around the two connected pieces of bone.
Replacing Duo's hands with his own, Heero held the skin over the bones and motioned Duo to go to the supplies box.
"Can you sew?" Duo cocked his head to the side before picking up the needle and medical thread from the box and walking over to Heero.
"Yeah, more or less."
Duo sewed, as best as he could, the flaps of skin together, so that they closed over where the two bones were being held together. After tying it as best as he could, he leaned down and bit the rest of the thread off, not seeming to mind where it had just been.
Then the two switched hand positions once again, and Heero began to prepare the splint along the line of the bones. Tying the splint safely down in place, Duo finally let go and went back to the towels over the deep wound.
"It'll take time to heal, we'll just put a patch over it." The two did so and with their patient bandaged up, they took a step back to look at their handiwork.
"You can clean him up." Heero said, looking at the prone and bloody body on the bed.
"He can shower when he wakes up." Duo cringed slightly at this, remembering the last shower. 'Not that I didn't enjoy it. Or want to do it again, who am I kidding. But no, I can't, I don't even want to think about it with Heero standing next to me.'
Suddenly aware that he was shirtless, Duo grinned to Heero.
"Well, I guess we're done, I think I'm gonna go..." Duo trailed off and began to look around with a strange expression on his face.
"Are you okay Duo?" For once, Heero's voice and face actually seemed concerned, Duo looked very strange to him right now.
His mouth flew open as a cry shot out and Duo fell to the ground. Heero rushed over, but Duo was wobbling on his feet once again.
"Watch Solo, make sure his wings go back in the right place." Duo hissed out between clenched teeth before kneeling down on the floor.
"But what-"
"Just do it!" Duo shouted at him as he hunched over in pain.
As he did this, Heero could see the lines running down Duo's back. Like someone was running a blade along both sides of his back. Blood slowly welled up, leaving a red trial from his shoulders to the backs of his knees. Looking over, he could see the same thing happening to Solo.
"Either take off the rest of his clothes, or cut along where the cuts in his skin are." Duo ground out even as he began to pull off his loose pants and boxers.
Feeling like he couldn't control the blush anymore, Heero turned away from Duo as he undressed and followed Duo's latter advice. Using the knife from the medical supplies, he sliced both of Solo's pant legs and boxers along where the blood was seeping through the cloth. Heero stood back and was again in a daze. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The still unconscious Solo's wings were moving on their own. Stretching, shifting this way and that, till they were both sticking straight up. Keeping his eyes on the part he had mended, Heero watched as the wings slowly folded downward, the bones forcing themselves under the skin where the cuts had opened. The rest of the wings followed, the bones and feathers forcing up the skin of Solo's back, before setting themselves in place. Slowly, all the feathers were soaked in blood, and the last parts of his wings were pushing themselves beneath his skin. Bumps formed where the bones were still shifting, like something was crawling around inside him. Finally his back was completely smoothed out again, and the cuts began to seal together, the blood remaining, but no scar or other trace but a few bloody feathers laying around.
'Duo!' Heero had completely forgot and went over to the boy who was still bent over on the floor. Blood smears covered him as well, and spots formed beneath his body where the red streams had fallen off his body. Heero kneeled beside him and reached over, his fingers shaking as he gently touched his shoulder.
Duo body jumped at the warm touch of his fingertips, before looking up, his face flushed pink from what had just happened. His back and chest rose and fell with each shaking breath, but he looked fine to Heero.
"You okay." His blue eyes betrayed an emotion and Duo could have sworn it was a human one.
"What, the perfect soldier here actually worried about little ole me?" Duo said, grinning up like an idiot and blushing a brighter pink. 'Not the way I pictured me naked with Heero, but I'll take what I can get.'
"Yeah...I...care about you. I...didn't want you to be hurt." Heero seemed to find everything in the room more interesting to look at then Duo's eyes right then, and kept opening his mouth, though no sound would come out, just pauses.
'He's nervous.'
"Thanks Heero." A deceivingly strong arm wrapped around Heero's shoulders, and gently pulled him forward. Duo leaned his forehead against Heero's, looking him in the eyes.
"You know Heero, you're the closest friend I have right now." 'Except for Solo.' Some annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him, but Duo ignored it, too focused in the dark eyes facing his.
'Now's your chance. And probably you're only chance. What's the worse that could happen, he hates you and never talks to you again. Not that the last part would be a bad thing.' In his mind, Heero debated with himself, and grinned at the mental insult.
"Just friends..." Before Duo could reply to the strange comment, Heero brought his hand up from Duo's shoulders, placing it behind his head, and pulled their mouths together.
Out of surprise, Duo's eyes flew open as his mouth and Heero's were roughly brought together, but then he blinked a few times, and his eyes slid shut, all his energy focused on his mouth.
Slowly the two boys turned to face each other, their mouth pressed hotly to each other, tongues pressing against each other. As their lungs burned, both noticed that they needed air and broke off the kiss. Violet eyes looked up, and sent a playful, seductive message to the blue ones. Wrapping his arms around Heero's neck, the two stood up before Duo pressed his mouth against Heero's once again. The two stumbled towards the door, Heero almost falling backwards as Duo leaned his weight against him.
The body on the bed seemed to stir for a second. 'What happened, and who's gonna get his throat slit for knocking me out?' Solo's eyes just barely opened, slits of gold beneath blone eyelashes. Searching around the room to try and remember what happened, Solo felt incredibly sore and couldn't move. The slits of his eyes stopped at the door to the room. There, Heero and a blood covered, naked Duo were kissing passionately and slowly stepping through the door. They seemed to be having trouble standing up. 'Duo, no.' Solo lifted his head, trying to shout to the two of them, or stand up and go rip Heero off of Duo. But the slight movement caused his head to rush and everything began to swirl together. 'I've lost him.' The loss of blood was too much for Solo as the colors slowly came together with the spots and black took over his vision once more.
* * * * * *
'What happened?' Solo's mind wondered again, but this time he didn't try and sit up, or move at all. His eyes stayed closed, and he noticed that he wasn't nearly as tired or sore as he was last time. His back felt good, and warm, and...was being touched. Overpowering his instincts, Solo stayed where he was, he could feel he was still on the bed, and his head was hanging over the edge. The strong hands on his back slowly needed his muscles, making them relax against his will. He controlled his breathing, keeping it at the same pace as when he was asleep as the hands moved across his shoulder blades, down to his lower back, then up again. 'Hmm, this is really nice.' Solo remembered when Duo had last given him a massage, he was really amazing at it. The fingers made small circles as they pressed into his back, and ran their way across everything.
"You always were a damn good massager, Duo." Solo grinned as he mumbled this and opened his eyes halfway. Just in time to see a brown braid go by the door in a hurry. 'What the-' The hands on his back had suddenly clenched and stopped moving.
Solo summoned any strength he had and flung himself onto his back, ending up partially sitting up, with his eyes two inches away from a very pissed off Heero.
"AHHH!!" Solo screamed and tried to back away, ending up falling off of the bed onto the floor. Heero looked at the feet that were sticking straight up from the floor and smirked, all his self-control wasn't enough to keep it in.
Duo came running back from where he was heading and jumped into the room, having heard the loud thump. And proceeded to burst out laughing at the site of Solo, upside down, laying on the floor in the boxers they had put him in.
"Oh thanks, laugh at the injured guy!"
"Hahaha. Yeah right Solo. You were injured about three days ago. You've been asleep healing since then, and you're about as good as usual."
"Three days? Really. Wow. Didn't see that coming."
"Yeah, Trowa already left, but me and Heero are going to be stuck here until we get another mission." Duo smiled at the two of them and walked back towards the living room, before swinging over the banister and heading upstairs to do his daily workout. Solo didn't like the way Duo had said the word 'stuck', he was too happy about it. 'Well, three days, who knows when the bang-boy left, but if I know Duo, he's been screwing that kid silly while I've been unconscious.'
Solo glared unhappily up at Heero, who was sitting comfortably on the bed. He stood rather gracefully to his feet, considering he was just upside down on the floor, and began to search the room for some of his clothes.
"Duo washed the only clothes that weren't torn up for you. They're over there." Solo sneered back in an attempt of a smile and walked over to the folded pile on the bed. Picking up a black shirt that he had forgotten about, he slipped it on. Then a pair of dark, tighter blue jeans than his others. He cast a disdainful look at the leather jacket, but was pleased that Duo cleaned all his clothes, even the troublesome jacket, as well as he had. Picking up the other clothes, he walked to his duffel bag, casting a glance at Heero as he walked by.
"What are you doing?"
"Why do you care?" Solo asked monotonously before stuffing his clothes into the bag. Then he began to walk around the room, picking up random things which belonged to him and throwing them into the open bag. Finding his brush, he quickly brushed through his blond hair, noticing that it had been washed of blood, along with the rest of him. Then the brush went flying into the bag as well.
"You're leaving." Heero decided as the taller boy walked over and zipped up the bag.
"Yep."
"Are you going to say goodbye to him?"
"Nope."
"Why not? You know how much it hurts him when you do that."
Solo sneered back at him as he began a final check of everything that he had collected from around the room.
"So, Duo decided to tell you about me. Or more about me I should say. So, was this before or after you two were fucking each other across the hall."
The gold eyes seemed to shine angrily at the boy on the bed, although the lips were still grinning.
"So you know. Is that why you're leaving him?"
"I offered him the chance to come with me. But he didn't want to. He'd rather be with you, and keep murdering people with no good reason." Solo sighed and readjusted the bag on his shoulder.
"I guess it's Duo's decision to make. But goodbye's are pointless to us. Whether we want to or not, we're stuck seeing each other, again, and again. At least, as long as we're alive." Solo smiled once at Heero, a real smile, and winked. The boy on the bed looked at him in confusion, before Solo bowed slightly, and walked to the door. He swung it open and was about to step out when Heero called to him, still sitting on the bed.
"Do you two love each other?" Heero's voice sounded a little desperate, even to his own ears. Solo paused, his hand on the doorknob, but he never turned his head or looked over at Heero. Then he walked down the hallway, and Heero could just barely pick up the answer, from half way down the hall, that was whispered to his ears alone.
"You're half right." The front door closes.
The end.
I hope you all enjoyed the ending of Past Becomes You. Leave me a review of what you think or im me at tmbrwolf113 to tell me what you thought of it. And to answer it right now, there will be a sequel to this fic, but I am going to write it all this summer when I have time and no more homework. Thanks for reading!
"Don't press too hard, the bone didn't puncture his lung, but it scraped it a little." For once Duo was the quiet one with a nod, as he watched Heero carefully examine the bone. It hadn't shattered as much as Duo first thought, instead it was as if it were bent too far in one direction and snapped clean in half. Duo looked down and noticed that the towel had turned crimson as well as everything around him, and he placed another one on top of it as he tried to stop the blood pouring from the wound.
"Duo, leave the towels there, I need your help here for setting the bones."
Duo gulped but complied, he hated treating wounds, his own as well as other peoples. It just grossed him out for some reason. With shaking hands he listened to Heero's instructions and in the end, he was holding the two broken sections of wing together as Heero tried to stretch Solo's torn skin of the wound.
The skin refused to spread all the way across the bones, so Heero was forced to make an incision along the length of the skin under the part of the bone which had broken through the skin and wrapped it slowly around the two connected pieces of bone.
Replacing Duo's hands with his own, Heero held the skin over the bones and motioned Duo to go to the supplies box.
"Can you sew?" Duo cocked his head to the side before picking up the needle and medical thread from the box and walking over to Heero.
"Yeah, more or less."
Duo sewed, as best as he could, the flaps of skin together, so that they closed over where the two bones were being held together. After tying it as best as he could, he leaned down and bit the rest of the thread off, not seeming to mind where it had just been.
Then the two switched hand positions once again, and Heero began to prepare the splint along the line of the bones. Tying the splint safely down in place, Duo finally let go and went back to the towels over the deep wound.
"It'll take time to heal, we'll just put a patch over it." The two did so and with their patient bandaged up, they took a step back to look at their handiwork.
"You can clean him up." Heero said, looking at the prone and bloody body on the bed.
"He can shower when he wakes up." Duo cringed slightly at this, remembering the last shower. 'Not that I didn't enjoy it. Or want to do it again, who am I kidding. But no, I can't, I don't even want to think about it with Heero standing next to me.'
Suddenly aware that he was shirtless, Duo grinned to Heero.
"Well, I guess we're done, I think I'm gonna go..." Duo trailed off and began to look around with a strange expression on his face.
"Are you okay Duo?" For once, Heero's voice and face actually seemed concerned, Duo looked very strange to him right now.
His mouth flew open as a cry shot out and Duo fell to the ground. Heero rushed over, but Duo was wobbling on his feet once again.
"Watch Solo, make sure his wings go back in the right place." Duo hissed out between clenched teeth before kneeling down on the floor.
"But what-"
"Just do it!" Duo shouted at him as he hunched over in pain.
As he did this, Heero could see the lines running down Duo's back. Like someone was running a blade along both sides of his back. Blood slowly welled up, leaving a red trial from his shoulders to the backs of his knees. Looking over, he could see the same thing happening to Solo.
"Either take off the rest of his clothes, or cut along where the cuts in his skin are." Duo ground out even as he began to pull off his loose pants and boxers.
Feeling like he couldn't control the blush anymore, Heero turned away from Duo as he undressed and followed Duo's latter advice. Using the knife from the medical supplies, he sliced both of Solo's pant legs and boxers along where the blood was seeping through the cloth. Heero stood back and was again in a daze. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The still unconscious Solo's wings were moving on their own. Stretching, shifting this way and that, till they were both sticking straight up. Keeping his eyes on the part he had mended, Heero watched as the wings slowly folded downward, the bones forcing themselves under the skin where the cuts had opened. The rest of the wings followed, the bones and feathers forcing up the skin of Solo's back, before setting themselves in place. Slowly, all the feathers were soaked in blood, and the last parts of his wings were pushing themselves beneath his skin. Bumps formed where the bones were still shifting, like something was crawling around inside him. Finally his back was completely smoothed out again, and the cuts began to seal together, the blood remaining, but no scar or other trace but a few bloody feathers laying around.
'Duo!' Heero had completely forgot and went over to the boy who was still bent over on the floor. Blood smears covered him as well, and spots formed beneath his body where the red streams had fallen off his body. Heero kneeled beside him and reached over, his fingers shaking as he gently touched his shoulder.
Duo body jumped at the warm touch of his fingertips, before looking up, his face flushed pink from what had just happened. His back and chest rose and fell with each shaking breath, but he looked fine to Heero.
"You okay." His blue eyes betrayed an emotion and Duo could have sworn it was a human one.
"What, the perfect soldier here actually worried about little ole me?" Duo said, grinning up like an idiot and blushing a brighter pink. 'Not the way I pictured me naked with Heero, but I'll take what I can get.'
"Yeah...I...care about you. I...didn't want you to be hurt." Heero seemed to find everything in the room more interesting to look at then Duo's eyes right then, and kept opening his mouth, though no sound would come out, just pauses.
'He's nervous.'
"Thanks Heero." A deceivingly strong arm wrapped around Heero's shoulders, and gently pulled him forward. Duo leaned his forehead against Heero's, looking him in the eyes.
"You know Heero, you're the closest friend I have right now." 'Except for Solo.' Some annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him, but Duo ignored it, too focused in the dark eyes facing his.
'Now's your chance. And probably you're only chance. What's the worse that could happen, he hates you and never talks to you again. Not that the last part would be a bad thing.' In his mind, Heero debated with himself, and grinned at the mental insult.
"Just friends..." Before Duo could reply to the strange comment, Heero brought his hand up from Duo's shoulders, placing it behind his head, and pulled their mouths together.
Out of surprise, Duo's eyes flew open as his mouth and Heero's were roughly brought together, but then he blinked a few times, and his eyes slid shut, all his energy focused on his mouth.
Slowly the two boys turned to face each other, their mouth pressed hotly to each other, tongues pressing against each other. As their lungs burned, both noticed that they needed air and broke off the kiss. Violet eyes looked up, and sent a playful, seductive message to the blue ones. Wrapping his arms around Heero's neck, the two stood up before Duo pressed his mouth against Heero's once again. The two stumbled towards the door, Heero almost falling backwards as Duo leaned his weight against him.
The body on the bed seemed to stir for a second. 'What happened, and who's gonna get his throat slit for knocking me out?' Solo's eyes just barely opened, slits of gold beneath blone eyelashes. Searching around the room to try and remember what happened, Solo felt incredibly sore and couldn't move. The slits of his eyes stopped at the door to the room. There, Heero and a blood covered, naked Duo were kissing passionately and slowly stepping through the door. They seemed to be having trouble standing up. 'Duo, no.' Solo lifted his head, trying to shout to the two of them, or stand up and go rip Heero off of Duo. But the slight movement caused his head to rush and everything began to swirl together. 'I've lost him.' The loss of blood was too much for Solo as the colors slowly came together with the spots and black took over his vision once more.
* * * * * *
'What happened?' Solo's mind wondered again, but this time he didn't try and sit up, or move at all. His eyes stayed closed, and he noticed that he wasn't nearly as tired or sore as he was last time. His back felt good, and warm, and...was being touched. Overpowering his instincts, Solo stayed where he was, he could feel he was still on the bed, and his head was hanging over the edge. The strong hands on his back slowly needed his muscles, making them relax against his will. He controlled his breathing, keeping it at the same pace as when he was asleep as the hands moved across his shoulder blades, down to his lower back, then up again. 'Hmm, this is really nice.' Solo remembered when Duo had last given him a massage, he was really amazing at it. The fingers made small circles as they pressed into his back, and ran their way across everything.
"You always were a damn good massager, Duo." Solo grinned as he mumbled this and opened his eyes halfway. Just in time to see a brown braid go by the door in a hurry. 'What the-' The hands on his back had suddenly clenched and stopped moving.
Solo summoned any strength he had and flung himself onto his back, ending up partially sitting up, with his eyes two inches away from a very pissed off Heero.
"AHHH!!" Solo screamed and tried to back away, ending up falling off of the bed onto the floor. Heero looked at the feet that were sticking straight up from the floor and smirked, all his self-control wasn't enough to keep it in.
Duo came running back from where he was heading and jumped into the room, having heard the loud thump. And proceeded to burst out laughing at the site of Solo, upside down, laying on the floor in the boxers they had put him in.
"Oh thanks, laugh at the injured guy!"
"Hahaha. Yeah right Solo. You were injured about three days ago. You've been asleep healing since then, and you're about as good as usual."
"Three days? Really. Wow. Didn't see that coming."
"Yeah, Trowa already left, but me and Heero are going to be stuck here until we get another mission." Duo smiled at the two of them and walked back towards the living room, before swinging over the banister and heading upstairs to do his daily workout. Solo didn't like the way Duo had said the word 'stuck', he was too happy about it. 'Well, three days, who knows when the bang-boy left, but if I know Duo, he's been screwing that kid silly while I've been unconscious.'
Solo glared unhappily up at Heero, who was sitting comfortably on the bed. He stood rather gracefully to his feet, considering he was just upside down on the floor, and began to search the room for some of his clothes.
"Duo washed the only clothes that weren't torn up for you. They're over there." Solo sneered back in an attempt of a smile and walked over to the folded pile on the bed. Picking up a black shirt that he had forgotten about, he slipped it on. Then a pair of dark, tighter blue jeans than his others. He cast a disdainful look at the leather jacket, but was pleased that Duo cleaned all his clothes, even the troublesome jacket, as well as he had. Picking up the other clothes, he walked to his duffel bag, casting a glance at Heero as he walked by.
"What are you doing?"
"Why do you care?" Solo asked monotonously before stuffing his clothes into the bag. Then he began to walk around the room, picking up random things which belonged to him and throwing them into the open bag. Finding his brush, he quickly brushed through his blond hair, noticing that it had been washed of blood, along with the rest of him. Then the brush went flying into the bag as well.
"You're leaving." Heero decided as the taller boy walked over and zipped up the bag.
"Yep."
"Are you going to say goodbye to him?"
"Nope."
"Why not? You know how much it hurts him when you do that."
Solo sneered back at him as he began a final check of everything that he had collected from around the room.
"So, Duo decided to tell you about me. Or more about me I should say. So, was this before or after you two were fucking each other across the hall."
The gold eyes seemed to shine angrily at the boy on the bed, although the lips were still grinning.
"So you know. Is that why you're leaving him?"
"I offered him the chance to come with me. But he didn't want to. He'd rather be with you, and keep murdering people with no good reason." Solo sighed and readjusted the bag on his shoulder.
"I guess it's Duo's decision to make. But goodbye's are pointless to us. Whether we want to or not, we're stuck seeing each other, again, and again. At least, as long as we're alive." Solo smiled once at Heero, a real smile, and winked. The boy on the bed looked at him in confusion, before Solo bowed slightly, and walked to the door. He swung it open and was about to step out when Heero called to him, still sitting on the bed.
"Do you two love each other?" Heero's voice sounded a little desperate, even to his own ears. Solo paused, his hand on the doorknob, but he never turned his head or looked over at Heero. Then he walked down the hallway, and Heero could just barely pick up the answer, from half way down the hall, that was whispered to his ears alone.
"You're half right." The front door closes.
The end.
I hope you all enjoyed the ending of Past Becomes You. Leave me a review of what you think or im me at tmbrwolf113 to tell me what you thought of it. And to answer it right now, there will be a sequel to this fic, but I am going to write it all this summer when I have time and no more homework. Thanks for reading!