*smiles and waves at you enthusiastically* Here's my response to your
reviews..from all the chapters so far. You are all so nice to me!
Eternal-Sleeper: Thanks for coming back and reviewing. Hmmm.It could be funny if Heero hit his head and got his memory back. Heero's probably going to end up remembering too, because I've got this weakness for happy endings. The humor might serve to take off some of the weight of the emotional situation of Heero's recovery when the time comes, which might be good, so thanks for the suggestion. I'll keep it in mind. I know that this story idea is pretty unoriginal, as you mentioned, but I really think this is a great way for Heero to actually admit his feelings, and I'm trying hard to make it my own.
Diane: Thanks for putting so much time and thought into your reviews. I'm glad that you liked that I added Relena. I had trouble deciding weather or not I should mention her, and finally convinced myself that her presence in the story could only reinforce the feelings between Duo and Heero. I'm happy you like the monologues; and emotions are about to become stronger still, so it won't be long before I let them surface.
Tigerlily26, Spirit Sylph, Soul Sister, Amber Inuyasha, Eve, Kuso chan, and lillie chan: Thanks so much for reviewing! I'm really glad you liked this story so much so far! I hope that you find this new chapter just as enjoyable.
Fei: Not too much angst? Yea! *claps hands happily* I like to torture Duo and Heero that way. Makes for a better story, or at least I think so. Beware for further torment, but not too much, of course. Duo and Heero are always comforted by their unspoken affections, so it's balanced.
Cobalt Kitty: I totally agree! I love that sensitive side to Heero that barely anyone sees. When Heero can't remember, he can't remember to pretend to be insensitive...right? Oh, great, now I've gone and confused myself again.
OK, so now that I'm all confused, I am going back to the story. However, I must first state a little disclaimer for this story, which I had forgotten up to this point. Why anyone would sue me, I don't know. I thought it was pretty obvious that I don't own Gundam Wing, I own nothing, and I don't make any money with anything I write here. It's just my fun. There, I said it, now back to the story.
***************************** Going Home:
Duo couldn't believe that Heero Yuy was actually going to be living in his apartment. Sure, they had been roommates before, but this was just a little bit different. Duo didn't have any clue how long Heero was going to stay with him, but he didn't much care. I mean, it's hard to take sides in his position. Duo wanted Heero's memory to come back, but then Heero would have to leave him again, because he does have a life. Sally contacted and cancelled all of Heero's pre-organized appointments for a whole year; expecting the worst. Duo smiled as they walked inside the apartment building, as if he was seeing an old friend. Duo lived in a 20-story apartment building in a city, and it seemed to suit him just fine. The doorman, or rather door-woman opened the door for them.
"Hey Francine! How're the kids!" Duo gladly greeted the woman who he seemed to have made friends with. It's hard being around Duo and not becoming friends with him.
"Just fine, Mr. Maxwell, thank you." Duo's eyes rolled at the way the she addressed him. She had been calling him that forever; and Francine just smiled, because Duo was always the same. It was hard to find a resident in the hotel who was as kind as he was. She saw Duo say something to his friend and go bouncing off to get the mail in the adjacent room and then she eyed Heero. He must have been the most perfect guy she had seen in a long time. Heero was wearing some clothes that Duo had brought him, because Heero had complained that the spandex was uncomfortable..go figure. Anyway, they looked really good; which is the exact reason Duo had given them to him, because it made him drool every time he looked in Heero's direction. Not necessarily a good thing, but damn, he looked hot!
"So, Duo, is this your new boyfriend?" She said as the braided one almost dropped his armful of mail in surprise. Well, he wasn't so much in shock as Heero was, but then again, Heero didn't have anything to drop, except perhaps a jaw, which was good enough at the time.
"Francine, meet Heero, my FRIEND. He's going to be staying with me for a while, as a FRIEND, so I'm going to go take my FRIEND up to my apartment now so that we can do whatever it is FRIENDS do." Duo stuck his tongue out at Francine, who just smiled.
"Sorry, I was going to say that you have good taste. He's really hot, you know." Duo glared at her, yeah, as if he didn't know...
Heero was merely staying out of their way at the time, because he was too busy thinking about him and Duo. Duo hadn't really told him too much about their relationship as 'friends' so he said. Heero was wondering if there had been something else before then, now that he knew Duo felt the same way as he did about guys. Perhaps Duo was simply testing him, to see if his affections for Duo would survive through loss of memory.
As Heero was finishing his thoughts, with the conclusion that it wasn't a good idea to jump to conclusions, Duo was practically dragging Heero away by his arm, making faces at Francine as they walked into the elevator.
"Duo, you 'doth protest too much, methinks.'" Francine yelled into the closing doors of the elevator.
"Well 'methinks' you should stop quoting Shakespeare and mind your own business." Duo stuck his tongue out a second time, and Francine laughed full-heartedly as the elevator door closed shut. The manager walked into the room and took his place at the computer desk near the front doors, watching his door-woman laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach.
"What's so funny that you decided it was more important than your work?" He stated quite matter-of-factly as she made her way back to greeting the residents.
"Just some great guy who won't admit he's in love."
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"Well, here we are, Hee-chan," Duo turned the key to the apartment and opened the door, letting his guest in first. "It's not much, but at least it's clean. Don't get used to it, though. I'm just about the messiest person ever; you've been warned."
"Hn," Heero looked around. It was a fairly small apartment, but enough space to call a home. There was a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a master bedroom. Duo had told him earlier that the couch in the living room was convertible into a bed, which was very convenient considering the circumstances, but Heero had assumed he would be sleeping there.
"Of course," Duo said as he collapsed on a chair in the living room, and motioned Heero to do the same, "you'll be sleeping in my bed, for now. You're injuries are still healing, you know, and I refuse to put them through any more strain until they're all better, which means you must be comfortable."
"I'll be fine on the couch, Duo, really. I don't want to impose on you any more than I already have." Heero shook his head in rejection, and Duo, knowing the perfect soldier better than most anyone, knew exactly how to make him take the bed without question.
"But you would be going against my wishes if you did not. You are not imposing yourself on me Hee-chan. If I didn't want you here, you'd better be sure as hell that I'd have kicked you out already." Duo put his hands behind his head, admiring Heero's features. "Yeah, you're pretty much stuck with me."
"Hn," Heero reluctantly agreed, or at least it sounded like an agreement to Duo. It was sometimes kind of hard to tell between the different 'Hn's. However, Duo had gotten fairly good at 'Hn' identification, and although this was a characteristic of the perfect soldier, Duo still felt the need to expand Heero's vocabulary. It would have to wait till later, though, this didn't seem like the right time to bring up the topic. Heero looked deep in thought as he stared into Duo's eyes. Duo had no idea what Heero was trying to find in there, because he was too busy trying hard not to look directly back, because his leather pants were beginning to feel just a little tighter than usual. "Sally said that she sent over my things." The pensive gaze was broken into a soft, questioning one, and Duo quickly remembered about the laptop he threw away. Good thing he forgot to take out the trash, because he wasn't about to lie to anyone, especially not to Heero.
"Yeah, she did," Duo got up off the chair and quickly retrieved the laptop from the garbage in his room, and handed it to a face with one eyebrow raised in a very cute fashion, and this made Duo thank God it was dark enough in the room so Heero couldn't see his own face flushing red. It wasn't that Duo was embarrassed, just that Heero made him feel things that no one else ever made him feel, and it was so awkward that Duo couldn't help but blush.
"This is all?" Heero said, after he examined the piece of equipment with his eyes. Duo nodded, still hesitant from words, for fear they might come out a little hoarse, because of the lump that still sat in his throat.
Heero was too busy turning on the computer and trying to remember something, that he forgot about Duo, who felt like his heart was sinking into his stomach as he sat conservatively on the couch, trying in vain to pull himself together.
He's lost his memory, Duo told himself. It would be taking advantage of him if you told him how you feel, but you have to yourself together! You are not going to sit like this, a lump of mashed potatoes, a lump of COLD mashed potatoes..mmm, potato chips..focus! You're not helping anyone by feeling sorry for yourself. Here you are, in your apartment, with the most beautiful guy you've ever seen in your entire life, and you're falling apart. This is love, not hide-and-seek. Don't make him find you; not again.
Heero was looking around his laptop for something that he wrote, something he could look at, anything that might bring some sort of memory back, but everything was safe-locked by advanced technology, and everything needed a password. Heero had instinctively tried to hack into his files, but the defenses were too strong, even for him.
"Duo," The stoic boy ventured helplessly, breaking the braided one from his trance of thought, which left even the thinker baffled.
"Yeah, Hee-chan?" Duo cheerfully replied. For one who never tells a lie, he was damn good at hiding his torment.
"I can't seem to hack into any of my files, and for obvious reasons, I can't remember the passwords. I didn't happen to tell you any, did I?" Duo grinned mischievously at this.
"You might not have told me any of your passwords, but I sure have gotten good at getting into your files. The first ones are pretty hard, but possible, see?" Duo typed in a couple of commands, decoding the password, and from there, easily gained access to the perfect soldier's mission files.
"But these," Duo pointed at the bottom of the page where there were several tabs, "I've never been able to get into these ones, no matter how hard I tried. I think you knew I could get into the others, which is why you made them so easy to get into. They aren't important, except they were to OZ, and you made it just so no one in OZ would be able to get into them. The others probably have some personal stuff about you that you didn't want anyone to know. You were very secretive, you know that?" Duo finished his explanation in hopes of some kind of remembrance, and Heero shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't know. Am I still secretive?" The perfect soldier asked. Duo was taken aback by the question.
"Depends on if you're hiding any secrets, Hee-chan. I'm going to make dinner, okay?" He answered with a smile.
Heero simply sat on the chair in silence as he heard Duo turn on a CD player in the kitchen. Heero felt horrible, because he was hiding a secret, but he didn't want to be secretive. He wanted to be different than this person Duo thought he was, because as much as he wished he could be this person, he couldn't.
Heero was tired of people telling him how he used to be. He was a new person now, couldn't they see that? He was not Heero Yuy; just a boy they thought was Heero Yuy, nothing more, and he hated himself for deceiving Duo like that. Heero felt like he didn't deserve all of this attention. He knew he wasn't who they thought he was, because without the memories, he was nothing.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
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Heero was reading through the files on his laptop, when he heard dishes being placed on the table. It must be just about time to eat.
The music Duo had been listening to was really annoying to the perfect soldier, but of course he wouldn't say anything. Duo, of course, also knew how much Heero hated listening to his music, and would occasionally peek into the living room to see how he was fairing. Heero usually had a scowl on, to so his discontent, and even once had his hands around his ears. Duo was pleased that Heero hadn't changed, but even more pleased that Heero had, if that makes any sense at all. You see, the old Heero would have marched into the kitchen, yelled 'Baka,' turn off the music, and glare threateningly. Oh well, Heero would just have to warm up to Duo a little bit more before he would be so bold as to come in to disturb the braided boy's habit.
Heero came into the room as he heard the plates clash with the table, and came to find Duo, fork in hand, using it as a microphone as he walked over to the dishwasher, mouthing the words to the song. Duo didn't realize Heero was there, and as Duo bent over to grab some serving spoons out of the open dishwasher full of clean dishes, Heero found himself staring at a very cute picture.
That was when Duo noticed he was there.
"Hee-chan!" Duo turned his head around cheerfully and watched the Asian's face turn eight shades of red, as Duo realized what it was exactly that Heero had been watching. He grinned even wider.
"I made spaghetti! Aren't you proud of me?" Duo motioned, because it truly had been a miracle he was able to cook anything at all, but after the war ended, he had to figure out something that he could make without burning it, mutilating it, or nearly setting the building on fire in an attempt to make it. Spaghetti seemed to be the perfect solution.
"Hn," Heero said. It was about all he could handle since he was still calming himself about the incident a few minutes earlier. He was glad that Duo didn't seem angry at all, but there was a slight chance that he didn't notice. No, Heero thought as he watched his braided friend skip around the kitchen occasionally sneaking a glance and a smile at him. Duo noticed.
"Take as much as you want, Hee-chan, there's plenty here, and you need your strength, besides." Duo took the fork he had earlier been using as a microphone and threw it on top of a napkin and slid it across the table to Heero.
They began eating in silence, mostly because Heero was idly fiddling with the spaghetti, still too embarrassed to do anything, and Duo was busy stuffing his face happily. He couldn't believe that Heero was actually admiring him that way; but Duo wasn't complaining, no, on the contrary, he was inspired.
All that afternoon, Duo made a conscious effort to be seductive with the Asian, the tease that he was. For instance, when he saw Heero making a reach for the spaghetti, he reached faster, and their hands ended up touching, and Heero ended up blushing, and they had an argument over who was able to serve themselves first, of course each one refusing to serve themselves. Duo ended up serving himself, saying the argument was silly, and of course, he was right, but he served himself painfully slow, so that Heero was forced to watch him, as Duo never broke eye contact.
They adjourned to the living room, where Duo was munching on donuts as he continued reading 'Romeo and Juliet'. Duo loved to read Shakespeare, not because of the old language, or because the works are known among the greatest of all time, but because, as everyone who understands Shakespeare knows, it's really dirty stuff! I mean, if the general public could actually understand what they were saying in there, it would probably be rated R. Well, Duo understood it just fine, and that's why he read them, laughing hysterically when Mercutio had a line about..well, you really don't want to know.
Heero, on the other hand, was trying in vain to hack into his own personal files. He was getting closer, though, he could feel it. Heero also realized that whatever he had in there must have been really private if it was so protected, which only made him all the more curious.
"So Heero, ready to hit the sack?" The braided one lifted himself off the chair lazily and stretched his arms, along with his book, high above his head, yawning loudly as he brought them back down.
Heero sat there, his back facing Duo, glued to the computer. He wasn't typing anymore, and he didn't even utter a response. Duo lifted his watch to his eyes, and brought it back out to focus, disbelieving what it said.
"Hee-chan! It's 3:00 am! You're going to bed if I have to drag you away from that thing, just like old times. Well, not exactly like old times, because if it were, you would have thrown me halfway across the room had I so much as touched your arm with intent to bring you to bed; you were so damn stubborn." Duo rambled as he noticed the perfect soldier wasn't responding. He must have been pretty angry at that, not having responded, and Duo was a little concerned. He didn't mean to upset Heero.
"Hee-chan, I.I.you're..well, I didn't mean it like that. You know I didn't." Duo started to use arm gestures, even though Heero didn't even turn to see them.
"The truth is, Heero, that I like you. I like you a lot." Duo looked at the perfect soldier's back, the tears just barely coming out of his eyes when there wasn't a response. He expected Heero to storm out of the room in anger and leave the next morning for Quatre's estate. Instead there was nothing. Duo approached the computer gently, as a last plea, when he heard something strange.
Duo rushed around to Heero's side as Heero snored a second time, closed eyes and all. Duo sighed in relief, but partly in sadness. He almost wished Heero had heard, but it was probably better that he never would. Better for both of them, he thought as turned off the computer, and picked up the sleeping Heero. He was actually lighter than he looked, and Duo placed him on his bed, and pulled the covers over the perfect soldier, who was in the perfect picture, and placed a light kiss on his forehead.
Heero pulled the covers tighter around his small figure, and Duo admired how adorable he was. Just like a little kid, but weren't they both, now. Neither of them had ever had a childhood; I guess they were just catching up on lost time. Still, Duo felt the need to stay by the boy as he slept.
Maybe it was all the nights he slept by Heero in the hospital, or maybe it was how helpless Heero looked lying there sound asleep, with only the covers to protect him. Either way, Duo grabbed his desk chair and a pillow from the couch, and made himself comfortable.
After all, he would be staying the night.
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Eternal-Sleeper: Thanks for coming back and reviewing. Hmmm.It could be funny if Heero hit his head and got his memory back. Heero's probably going to end up remembering too, because I've got this weakness for happy endings. The humor might serve to take off some of the weight of the emotional situation of Heero's recovery when the time comes, which might be good, so thanks for the suggestion. I'll keep it in mind. I know that this story idea is pretty unoriginal, as you mentioned, but I really think this is a great way for Heero to actually admit his feelings, and I'm trying hard to make it my own.
Diane: Thanks for putting so much time and thought into your reviews. I'm glad that you liked that I added Relena. I had trouble deciding weather or not I should mention her, and finally convinced myself that her presence in the story could only reinforce the feelings between Duo and Heero. I'm happy you like the monologues; and emotions are about to become stronger still, so it won't be long before I let them surface.
Tigerlily26, Spirit Sylph, Soul Sister, Amber Inuyasha, Eve, Kuso chan, and lillie chan: Thanks so much for reviewing! I'm really glad you liked this story so much so far! I hope that you find this new chapter just as enjoyable.
Fei: Not too much angst? Yea! *claps hands happily* I like to torture Duo and Heero that way. Makes for a better story, or at least I think so. Beware for further torment, but not too much, of course. Duo and Heero are always comforted by their unspoken affections, so it's balanced.
Cobalt Kitty: I totally agree! I love that sensitive side to Heero that barely anyone sees. When Heero can't remember, he can't remember to pretend to be insensitive...right? Oh, great, now I've gone and confused myself again.
OK, so now that I'm all confused, I am going back to the story. However, I must first state a little disclaimer for this story, which I had forgotten up to this point. Why anyone would sue me, I don't know. I thought it was pretty obvious that I don't own Gundam Wing, I own nothing, and I don't make any money with anything I write here. It's just my fun. There, I said it, now back to the story.
***************************** Going Home:
Duo couldn't believe that Heero Yuy was actually going to be living in his apartment. Sure, they had been roommates before, but this was just a little bit different. Duo didn't have any clue how long Heero was going to stay with him, but he didn't much care. I mean, it's hard to take sides in his position. Duo wanted Heero's memory to come back, but then Heero would have to leave him again, because he does have a life. Sally contacted and cancelled all of Heero's pre-organized appointments for a whole year; expecting the worst. Duo smiled as they walked inside the apartment building, as if he was seeing an old friend. Duo lived in a 20-story apartment building in a city, and it seemed to suit him just fine. The doorman, or rather door-woman opened the door for them.
"Hey Francine! How're the kids!" Duo gladly greeted the woman who he seemed to have made friends with. It's hard being around Duo and not becoming friends with him.
"Just fine, Mr. Maxwell, thank you." Duo's eyes rolled at the way the she addressed him. She had been calling him that forever; and Francine just smiled, because Duo was always the same. It was hard to find a resident in the hotel who was as kind as he was. She saw Duo say something to his friend and go bouncing off to get the mail in the adjacent room and then she eyed Heero. He must have been the most perfect guy she had seen in a long time. Heero was wearing some clothes that Duo had brought him, because Heero had complained that the spandex was uncomfortable..go figure. Anyway, they looked really good; which is the exact reason Duo had given them to him, because it made him drool every time he looked in Heero's direction. Not necessarily a good thing, but damn, he looked hot!
"So, Duo, is this your new boyfriend?" She said as the braided one almost dropped his armful of mail in surprise. Well, he wasn't so much in shock as Heero was, but then again, Heero didn't have anything to drop, except perhaps a jaw, which was good enough at the time.
"Francine, meet Heero, my FRIEND. He's going to be staying with me for a while, as a FRIEND, so I'm going to go take my FRIEND up to my apartment now so that we can do whatever it is FRIENDS do." Duo stuck his tongue out at Francine, who just smiled.
"Sorry, I was going to say that you have good taste. He's really hot, you know." Duo glared at her, yeah, as if he didn't know...
Heero was merely staying out of their way at the time, because he was too busy thinking about him and Duo. Duo hadn't really told him too much about their relationship as 'friends' so he said. Heero was wondering if there had been something else before then, now that he knew Duo felt the same way as he did about guys. Perhaps Duo was simply testing him, to see if his affections for Duo would survive through loss of memory.
As Heero was finishing his thoughts, with the conclusion that it wasn't a good idea to jump to conclusions, Duo was practically dragging Heero away by his arm, making faces at Francine as they walked into the elevator.
"Duo, you 'doth protest too much, methinks.'" Francine yelled into the closing doors of the elevator.
"Well 'methinks' you should stop quoting Shakespeare and mind your own business." Duo stuck his tongue out a second time, and Francine laughed full-heartedly as the elevator door closed shut. The manager walked into the room and took his place at the computer desk near the front doors, watching his door-woman laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach.
"What's so funny that you decided it was more important than your work?" He stated quite matter-of-factly as she made her way back to greeting the residents.
"Just some great guy who won't admit he's in love."
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"Well, here we are, Hee-chan," Duo turned the key to the apartment and opened the door, letting his guest in first. "It's not much, but at least it's clean. Don't get used to it, though. I'm just about the messiest person ever; you've been warned."
"Hn," Heero looked around. It was a fairly small apartment, but enough space to call a home. There was a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a master bedroom. Duo had told him earlier that the couch in the living room was convertible into a bed, which was very convenient considering the circumstances, but Heero had assumed he would be sleeping there.
"Of course," Duo said as he collapsed on a chair in the living room, and motioned Heero to do the same, "you'll be sleeping in my bed, for now. You're injuries are still healing, you know, and I refuse to put them through any more strain until they're all better, which means you must be comfortable."
"I'll be fine on the couch, Duo, really. I don't want to impose on you any more than I already have." Heero shook his head in rejection, and Duo, knowing the perfect soldier better than most anyone, knew exactly how to make him take the bed without question.
"But you would be going against my wishes if you did not. You are not imposing yourself on me Hee-chan. If I didn't want you here, you'd better be sure as hell that I'd have kicked you out already." Duo put his hands behind his head, admiring Heero's features. "Yeah, you're pretty much stuck with me."
"Hn," Heero reluctantly agreed, or at least it sounded like an agreement to Duo. It was sometimes kind of hard to tell between the different 'Hn's. However, Duo had gotten fairly good at 'Hn' identification, and although this was a characteristic of the perfect soldier, Duo still felt the need to expand Heero's vocabulary. It would have to wait till later, though, this didn't seem like the right time to bring up the topic. Heero looked deep in thought as he stared into Duo's eyes. Duo had no idea what Heero was trying to find in there, because he was too busy trying hard not to look directly back, because his leather pants were beginning to feel just a little tighter than usual. "Sally said that she sent over my things." The pensive gaze was broken into a soft, questioning one, and Duo quickly remembered about the laptop he threw away. Good thing he forgot to take out the trash, because he wasn't about to lie to anyone, especially not to Heero.
"Yeah, she did," Duo got up off the chair and quickly retrieved the laptop from the garbage in his room, and handed it to a face with one eyebrow raised in a very cute fashion, and this made Duo thank God it was dark enough in the room so Heero couldn't see his own face flushing red. It wasn't that Duo was embarrassed, just that Heero made him feel things that no one else ever made him feel, and it was so awkward that Duo couldn't help but blush.
"This is all?" Heero said, after he examined the piece of equipment with his eyes. Duo nodded, still hesitant from words, for fear they might come out a little hoarse, because of the lump that still sat in his throat.
Heero was too busy turning on the computer and trying to remember something, that he forgot about Duo, who felt like his heart was sinking into his stomach as he sat conservatively on the couch, trying in vain to pull himself together.
He's lost his memory, Duo told himself. It would be taking advantage of him if you told him how you feel, but you have to yourself together! You are not going to sit like this, a lump of mashed potatoes, a lump of COLD mashed potatoes..mmm, potato chips..focus! You're not helping anyone by feeling sorry for yourself. Here you are, in your apartment, with the most beautiful guy you've ever seen in your entire life, and you're falling apart. This is love, not hide-and-seek. Don't make him find you; not again.
Heero was looking around his laptop for something that he wrote, something he could look at, anything that might bring some sort of memory back, but everything was safe-locked by advanced technology, and everything needed a password. Heero had instinctively tried to hack into his files, but the defenses were too strong, even for him.
"Duo," The stoic boy ventured helplessly, breaking the braided one from his trance of thought, which left even the thinker baffled.
"Yeah, Hee-chan?" Duo cheerfully replied. For one who never tells a lie, he was damn good at hiding his torment.
"I can't seem to hack into any of my files, and for obvious reasons, I can't remember the passwords. I didn't happen to tell you any, did I?" Duo grinned mischievously at this.
"You might not have told me any of your passwords, but I sure have gotten good at getting into your files. The first ones are pretty hard, but possible, see?" Duo typed in a couple of commands, decoding the password, and from there, easily gained access to the perfect soldier's mission files.
"But these," Duo pointed at the bottom of the page where there were several tabs, "I've never been able to get into these ones, no matter how hard I tried. I think you knew I could get into the others, which is why you made them so easy to get into. They aren't important, except they were to OZ, and you made it just so no one in OZ would be able to get into them. The others probably have some personal stuff about you that you didn't want anyone to know. You were very secretive, you know that?" Duo finished his explanation in hopes of some kind of remembrance, and Heero shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't know. Am I still secretive?" The perfect soldier asked. Duo was taken aback by the question.
"Depends on if you're hiding any secrets, Hee-chan. I'm going to make dinner, okay?" He answered with a smile.
Heero simply sat on the chair in silence as he heard Duo turn on a CD player in the kitchen. Heero felt horrible, because he was hiding a secret, but he didn't want to be secretive. He wanted to be different than this person Duo thought he was, because as much as he wished he could be this person, he couldn't.
Heero was tired of people telling him how he used to be. He was a new person now, couldn't they see that? He was not Heero Yuy; just a boy they thought was Heero Yuy, nothing more, and he hated himself for deceiving Duo like that. Heero felt like he didn't deserve all of this attention. He knew he wasn't who they thought he was, because without the memories, he was nothing.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
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Heero was reading through the files on his laptop, when he heard dishes being placed on the table. It must be just about time to eat.
The music Duo had been listening to was really annoying to the perfect soldier, but of course he wouldn't say anything. Duo, of course, also knew how much Heero hated listening to his music, and would occasionally peek into the living room to see how he was fairing. Heero usually had a scowl on, to so his discontent, and even once had his hands around his ears. Duo was pleased that Heero hadn't changed, but even more pleased that Heero had, if that makes any sense at all. You see, the old Heero would have marched into the kitchen, yelled 'Baka,' turn off the music, and glare threateningly. Oh well, Heero would just have to warm up to Duo a little bit more before he would be so bold as to come in to disturb the braided boy's habit.
Heero came into the room as he heard the plates clash with the table, and came to find Duo, fork in hand, using it as a microphone as he walked over to the dishwasher, mouthing the words to the song. Duo didn't realize Heero was there, and as Duo bent over to grab some serving spoons out of the open dishwasher full of clean dishes, Heero found himself staring at a very cute picture.
That was when Duo noticed he was there.
"Hee-chan!" Duo turned his head around cheerfully and watched the Asian's face turn eight shades of red, as Duo realized what it was exactly that Heero had been watching. He grinned even wider.
"I made spaghetti! Aren't you proud of me?" Duo motioned, because it truly had been a miracle he was able to cook anything at all, but after the war ended, he had to figure out something that he could make without burning it, mutilating it, or nearly setting the building on fire in an attempt to make it. Spaghetti seemed to be the perfect solution.
"Hn," Heero said. It was about all he could handle since he was still calming himself about the incident a few minutes earlier. He was glad that Duo didn't seem angry at all, but there was a slight chance that he didn't notice. No, Heero thought as he watched his braided friend skip around the kitchen occasionally sneaking a glance and a smile at him. Duo noticed.
"Take as much as you want, Hee-chan, there's plenty here, and you need your strength, besides." Duo took the fork he had earlier been using as a microphone and threw it on top of a napkin and slid it across the table to Heero.
They began eating in silence, mostly because Heero was idly fiddling with the spaghetti, still too embarrassed to do anything, and Duo was busy stuffing his face happily. He couldn't believe that Heero was actually admiring him that way; but Duo wasn't complaining, no, on the contrary, he was inspired.
All that afternoon, Duo made a conscious effort to be seductive with the Asian, the tease that he was. For instance, when he saw Heero making a reach for the spaghetti, he reached faster, and their hands ended up touching, and Heero ended up blushing, and they had an argument over who was able to serve themselves first, of course each one refusing to serve themselves. Duo ended up serving himself, saying the argument was silly, and of course, he was right, but he served himself painfully slow, so that Heero was forced to watch him, as Duo never broke eye contact.
They adjourned to the living room, where Duo was munching on donuts as he continued reading 'Romeo and Juliet'. Duo loved to read Shakespeare, not because of the old language, or because the works are known among the greatest of all time, but because, as everyone who understands Shakespeare knows, it's really dirty stuff! I mean, if the general public could actually understand what they were saying in there, it would probably be rated R. Well, Duo understood it just fine, and that's why he read them, laughing hysterically when Mercutio had a line about..well, you really don't want to know.
Heero, on the other hand, was trying in vain to hack into his own personal files. He was getting closer, though, he could feel it. Heero also realized that whatever he had in there must have been really private if it was so protected, which only made him all the more curious.
"So Heero, ready to hit the sack?" The braided one lifted himself off the chair lazily and stretched his arms, along with his book, high above his head, yawning loudly as he brought them back down.
Heero sat there, his back facing Duo, glued to the computer. He wasn't typing anymore, and he didn't even utter a response. Duo lifted his watch to his eyes, and brought it back out to focus, disbelieving what it said.
"Hee-chan! It's 3:00 am! You're going to bed if I have to drag you away from that thing, just like old times. Well, not exactly like old times, because if it were, you would have thrown me halfway across the room had I so much as touched your arm with intent to bring you to bed; you were so damn stubborn." Duo rambled as he noticed the perfect soldier wasn't responding. He must have been pretty angry at that, not having responded, and Duo was a little concerned. He didn't mean to upset Heero.
"Hee-chan, I.I.you're..well, I didn't mean it like that. You know I didn't." Duo started to use arm gestures, even though Heero didn't even turn to see them.
"The truth is, Heero, that I like you. I like you a lot." Duo looked at the perfect soldier's back, the tears just barely coming out of his eyes when there wasn't a response. He expected Heero to storm out of the room in anger and leave the next morning for Quatre's estate. Instead there was nothing. Duo approached the computer gently, as a last plea, when he heard something strange.
Duo rushed around to Heero's side as Heero snored a second time, closed eyes and all. Duo sighed in relief, but partly in sadness. He almost wished Heero had heard, but it was probably better that he never would. Better for both of them, he thought as turned off the computer, and picked up the sleeping Heero. He was actually lighter than he looked, and Duo placed him on his bed, and pulled the covers over the perfect soldier, who was in the perfect picture, and placed a light kiss on his forehead.
Heero pulled the covers tighter around his small figure, and Duo admired how adorable he was. Just like a little kid, but weren't they both, now. Neither of them had ever had a childhood; I guess they were just catching up on lost time. Still, Duo felt the need to stay by the boy as he slept.
Maybe it was all the nights he slept by Heero in the hospital, or maybe it was how helpless Heero looked lying there sound asleep, with only the covers to protect him. Either way, Duo grabbed his desk chair and a pillow from the couch, and made himself comfortable.
After all, he would be staying the night.
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