Namae Wo Tsukete

© 2002 Lady Pax

A/N: there's not going to be anymore separate POVs in this, anymore. But if you want some in the next chapters, tell me! ^_^

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Nicki: I'm glad you liked it!! *gasp* A 2x3 fan? I didn't know there were any others!! *hugs*

RyokoMaxwell: No, sadly, we don't have four seasons...*sigh* 1x2 fan, eh? I'm not...well, not as much as I am 2x3!! Though I respect your pairings.

Jenihenpen: Lol. Lub-dub, as in Trowa's heart beats... What did you mean by kawaii? The story, or the phrase/scene? Each one is fine by me!! I love it when the other lover has to rescue him or save his life, too! But you'll have to wait to see which one happens – if any!! MUAHAHAAAA!! Yay! I'm on someone's favorites list!!

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lovely moonlight maiden: I can imagine the three doing that, too!! I'm glad you thought it was sweet – though I don't really make things this...sweet... Maybe I should make more, ne? ^_^

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Chapter 5

Duo sat on the window seat that was placed in the music room near the large window. He leaned his head against the glass and watched the rain drops splatter on the window and slide down. The raindrops helped camouflage the tears that fell from his violet eyes to the glass.

Trowa had left two days ago before any of the others had woken up - except Duo, that is.

~*Flashback*~

Trowa opened his eyes to greet the sun barely starting to peep over the mountains near their safehouse. He checked the clock hanging on the wall in the music room and read the time. 4:00 AM.

'I've got to go...' he thought, the pit in his stomach growing larger. He swallowed a mournful sigh, and looked at the person lying next to him. His chestnut hair was out of the braid, fanning over his shoulders and back.

Trowa gently detangled Duo's limbs from his torso, and crawled out of the fold-out bed/couch. He dressed, and was about to leave the music room when Duo stirred. The braided, Deathscythe pilot's violet eyes snapped open – the memories of last night flooding into his head. Then he saw Trowa, already opening the door to leave.  

"Trowa..." Duo said softly.

Trowa smiled, though it was brief, and began opening the door more. "Go back to sleep, Duo," he said.

But Duo had to rebel against the orders given to him, and sat up, wrapping the quilt around his body that had began to sprout goose-bumps from the cool air rushing through the window. Trowa noticed.

"Are you cold?"

Duo barely nodded. He was still tired, and it was starting to get the best of him again.

Trowa smiled and closed the windows with a soft snap. Then he locked them, and began walking to the front exit again.

"You're leaving?" Duo's voice was sorrowful. What had he done wrong?

Trowa nodded. "I've got a mission for today, Duo," he said.

"Do you have to leave? You can't give it to Heero or something?" Duo suggested, his violet eyes hopeful, bright and glimmering with unshed tears.

He frowned, and walked to the bed. He sat down, and held his arms out slightly for Duo.

The braided pilot took the invitation, taking the quilt along with him. He dug into Trowa's clothed chest, sighing in tiredness and contentment when he felt Trowa's warm arms go around his bare shoulders. Duo's head was under Trowa's chin, his eyes looking off into space – as were Trowa's. They stayed in the position for a few minutes of silence, when Duo looked at Trowa's face – seeing both emerald eyes that were glittering with unshed tears as well.

"Take me with you, Trowa," Duo said. "Take me with you if you can't give the mission to someone else."

"I can't. It only called for one person," Trowa said. "I'm sorry, Duo – but I can't. And it's just a mission. I'll be back a week." His chest and throat contracted when he lied, and he wished that saying the words would make it true. 'But it's not just any mission. It's a suicide mission – and I'll be surprised if I come out alive...' he thought.

Trowa rose and found that Duo had latched himself to his arm.

"I don't want to sleep in here," said Duo. He grinned at Trowa. "It's too cold – even with the windows shut and the fan off."

Trowa smiled, making a humored noise in his throat and turned around to go the back way – closer to Duo's room. Making a detour in his trek to go outside, he stopped in Duo's room and made sure his koi was warm before turning to leave.

"Oi, Trowa..." said Duo.

He turned around. "What, koi?" he asked softly.

"What about a goodnight kiss?" he said, grinning from ear to ear.

Trowa smiled. "How could I forget?" he said, pretending to hit his forehead. He reached Duo's bedside in no time with his long strides, and kissed the boy softly on the lips. "There? Happy now, koi?" Trowa asked.

"Very," Duo said. He yawned. "G'night, Trowa," he said. "Be careful – and don't take your precious time. Finish the mission and come back PDQ," he ordered. Trowa smiled.

"Of course," he said. He was about to exit the doorway of Duo's room, when the voice stopped him again.

"I love you, Trowa."

The Heavyarms pilot paused, and looked over his shoulder with a smile that made Duo's spirits lift – yet plummet at the same time. "I love you too, Duo. I'll see you later." With that, he left the room and Duo.

***

Trowa entered the safehouse's small kitchen, found a pad of paper and a pen and wrote something down. Then he left, though not after picking up the sound of Duo's muffled sobs.

~*End Flashback*~

Duo held back a cry of sorrow, and gently traced the patterns of water on the glass with his finger. He had found the note yesterday morning when he had actually been ready to wake up. He still held the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He had memorized the words by now – had engraved the way Trowa's letters were formed in his brain already.

I'm sorry you had to learn this way, guys, the note read. But the mission I'm going on is considered suicide. I just couldn't tell you now – especially you, Duo. Maybe I'll come back, maybe I won't. Fate has to decide.

--Trowa 

Not even Heero knew the mission was a suicide one, and the fact that he didn't made the cold, iron hand around Duo's heart cling tighter.

'Miss Fortune doesn't like me...' Duo thought numbly. 'Never has...never will... But Lady Luck's always seemed to be on my side...'[1]

From the doorway, Quatre watched Duo while clutching his chest in pain. Heero was supporting him, holding him up so he wouldn't fall, but he wouldn't allow himself to lie in bed. The pain of Duo's because of his 'Space Heart' abilities would still remain wherever he was.

Quatre and Heero didn't think Duo had noticed them, until he spoke with his back still towards the two:

"Do you think he'll come back alive?"

***

And in his cold, barren cell, Trowa was thinking the same thing about himself.

'Will I make it back alive?'

He tried dismantling the cuffs that went from his wrists to mid-arm length, but couldn't. They were made of Gundanium or some other equally strong material, and they were made in such a complex way he wasn't able to figure out how to get out of them.

Yes. He had been caught. He had been caught by OZ – and had been thrown in the coldest cell they could find.

Trowa shivered. From the cold of the artic air around him or fear he didn't know. Either way, the feelings were equally horrible. He pushed himself into the farthest corner, and brought his legs to his chest and curled into a tight ball to conserve as much warmth as he could.

Then the fluid that the OZ soldiers that had captured him had put into his system began doing its work. He began rambling all his occupational and personal information, indulging data of what Gundam pilot number he was, what Gundam he piloted, and what he mission was. The information of his person made him spill his age, gender, eye color, hair color, family, real name, and even the person he loved.

Trowa tried stopping himself, tried stopping the flow of information he was so easily giving away. But his mouth and vocal chords seemed to have a mind of their own, and no matter how hard he tried, he kept indulging statistics.

The soldiers outside his cell listened, apparently telling other officers to go tell General Khushrenada and/or Zechs Merquise (A/N: what's Zech's rank? I forgot...^o^'') – depending on who they found first.

After a few more minutes of giving out all the information he knew, other than where the safehouse was (miraculously), Trowa fell into a deep sleep – dreaming of only one person.

And I'll give you three guesses as to who he was dreaming of, but the first two don't count...

~*~*~

LP: *grins* really boring, I know. I was planning on digging real deep on Duo's emotions, but my other beta-reader, Karin (she's my cousin – spending the night), said I should end with Trowa's 'predicament'. Chapter seven's main focus however, is up to you. Should it circle around Duo's emotions or with Trowa's problems in the OZ base? Tell me in a review, please!! ^_^

Karin: She thanks everyone who reviewed yet again!!

LP: *nod**nod* *hugs all reviewers* ^____________^ THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! YOU GUYS ARE MY FUEL TO KEEP WRITING!!! THIS CHAPTER WAS ONLY MADE BECAUSE OF YOU PUSHING AND PRESSURING ME!!!!!!

Karin: she thrives under the pressure...  

LP: uh-huh!! THANKS AGAIN!!!

Peace – I'm out