Author's Note: Again I'm doing this instead of the work I should be. I got a book report on Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance due Monday. I'm only in the 4th chapter. Oh well. It'll get done. Oh yeah and Duo gets his voice back. YAY!!!

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don' bodduh me.

Nelia: Wow, I can't believe you like my story enough to want it on your site. And actually, yes. Duo was able to hear Heero talking to the others. You'll see the result of that in this chappy. Hope ya enjoy!

Gears: I can't say what's happening to Duo! Hehe. Actually I'm surprised that no one has figured it out. Well some might have, but if so they haven't said anything to me bout it yet. I guess that means I'm succeeding. Hmmm... And I'm just going to make it even more confusing in this chappy. Mwahaha I'm evil. No not really. I'm just having fun. Don't worry. Duo won't have to kill Heero and yes it will have a happy ending. I have issues keeping anything sad for long. Only Runaway Train was sad... Then I had to go and bring Duo back so it wasn't sad anymore. Now that I think of it though the second chappy needs to be re-written.

Aka-kitsune-chan: I can't tell you either bout what's happening to Duo. If I did that no one would read it anymore. Then I'd be sad. Telekinesis, eh? Well, sorta yes and sorta no. Mostly no. I'm not being very helpful am I? hm... oh well. Guess you just have to keep reading to find out what's up.

(I need to stop starting all of these with 'I can't's)

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Duo woke up late the next morning to find someone sitting on the edge of his bed, running their fingers through his hair. Duo sighed softly in pleasure. He thought it might be Heero. The pilot was really cute, but sadly he didn't seem to feel for him the way he had originally thought. He must have read the boy wrong, but he didn't see how that was possible. If it was Heero, he'd just tell him to go away. After what he'd heard, he wasn't all too sure that he really wanted to see the pilot ever again if he could help it.

Violet eyes opened to peer up at the figure. It wasn't Heero. Actually, it wasn't anyone he recognized. Not that he was likely to recognize anyone in the first place. He'd only seen Heero and WuFei since the incident. The only other person he'd recognize was G and this person definitely looked nothing like the scientist. He looked almost like an angel, even going so far as to appear to be glowing faintly.

"Hello, Duo," he smiled gazing down at the petit pilot. "I apologize for the trouble I've caused you, but I hadn't anticipated the arrival of the other gundam pilots so soon. This was not intended to be the difficult for you," the angel leaned down to bestow a gentle kiss upon Duo's lips.

The pilot was too shocked to move. Whatever was happening to him was caused by this man. So who was he and what was it that he was doing to him? He still hadn't even been able to determine whether or not what was happening to him was a good thing or not.

"Since I have already made things difficult enough for you, I will help you," he placed his fingertips along the column of Duo's throat, massaging the tense muscles there. "Easy, Duo. I will not harm you again," he murmured watching Maxwell tense in preparation to strike out if need be. "Please do not fear me. There now. How's that?" The man sat back looking rather pleased with himself.

Duo slowly brought his hands up to his neck, trying to figure out what had been done. He pressed lightly, surprised when there was no pain from the bruises or strained muscles. He took a deep breath to calm himself as he looked up at the bishounen. "Who..." Duo smiled to himself. The mad had healed the injuries to his throat, or at least he had healed them enough to allow him to talk again.

The man smiled, pleased. "I hope that helps," he resumed his ministrations on the pilot's loose hair. It was so lovely when it was free from the confining braid the boy liked to put it in.

Duo nodded, wondering vaguely how his hair had escaped his ponytail, then assumed that it must have been the man beside him who had removed the band. "Thank you, but... who are you?"

"You will know in time, little one. Only in time. You must learn patience. Just like I once had to do so long ago. My master taught me well, just as I will teach you. For now though I must go. Your dear Heero will be in shortly and it wouldn't do for me to be seen in here with you. Remember, he must know nothing about my visit," the angel leant down and gave Duo one last kiss before fading out of sight just as the door opened to reveal Heero.

"You're awake. You must have been tired to have slept so late. I brought you some breakfast. Is everything alright?" Heero set the tray down on the nightstand and placed the back of his hand on Duo's forehead. He was relieved when he decided that Duo wasn't suffering from a fever as well as his other injuries.

In fact, Duo seemed to be looking much better. The bruises circling his neck had faded during the night and only faint traces of them were left marring his perfect skin. It was strange that certain bruises healed faster than the others. His cheek still glowed a dark purple in contrast to the light brown of those that had been around his neck. It looked almost as if they were simply a tan.

"I'm alright," Duo answered quietly, still trying to make sense of the visit. "Thank you for bringing me breakfast," Duo murmured politely not looking at the boy and completely missing Heero's eyes widen almost comically in surprise.

He lifted the fork to his mouth and took a small bite of the piece of omelet he had speared, then popped the rest of the piece into his mouth. Heero was a really good cook! Er... that was if it had been Heero who had made it.

"Your throat's feeling better?" Heero smiled at Duo's nod. "I'm glad. How is it?" he indicated towards the egg concoction.

Duo blinked down at his plate nearly choking. The angel had asked him nearly the exact same question. "It's very good. Did, uh, did you make it?"

Heero nodded, rubbing Duo's back. He stopped when the pilot shied away from his touch and wondered if he had somehow done something to upset him. "Take it easy. Don't rush like you used to. Not until you're better. I don't want you to have survived the attack only to die choking on breakfast that I made for you."

"Ah, gomen nasai, Heero. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm fine now. I just... it went down the wrong tube," Duo blushed, completely embarrassed.

Heero smiled. He had never seen Duo actually blush, but it was rather appealing on the smaller boy. He hoped he'd be able to see it again, to be the cause of it again. "I'll leave you alone to eat and get dressed," he attempted to place a chaste kiss on the pilot's forehead, but stopped halfway there when Duo pulled back mouthing /no./ "Ja ne, Duo."

"Ja ne, Hee-chan," Duo murmured softly as he watched the boy leave, shutting the door behind him. Duo huffed confused. Why had Heero bothered? He could have just as easily made him oatmeal or poured him a bowl of cereal. Why go to the trouble when all he cared about was the mission?

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"So how is he doing?" Quatre looked up from the newspaper he'd had Trowa swipe for him that morning.

"Better. He's regained his voice and the bruises surrounding his neck have almost completely healed," Heero poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from the blonde.

"That seems unusual. If his throat is the only part of him to have healed significantly overnight, why would it heal any faster than the others? It's similar to what happened with the gash in his hand. Is it not?" Sandrock's pilot looked across the table at his partner, giving him his undivided attention.

"Yes. It seems that way. One more thing to add to his file," he murmured in reply.

"You're keeping a file on Duo?! Heero. If he knew that, don't you think it would make him unhappy? It's as if you're suspicious of him!" he stared at him in disbelief.

"I'm not suspicious of him. I feel he is completely trustworthy. I'm keeping a file on everything that cannot be explained since I found him nearly dead. I want to know what is going on, if there are any patterns," Heero reasoned.

He wasn't making the file because he suspected Duo. He was making it to help him figure out what was happening to him. "There's nothing more to discuss about that file. But, Quatre... I believe I have somehow done something to upset Duo," he looked up and the blonde, meeting his aqua eyes. If anyone would be able to help him figure out what he had done wrong and how to fix it, it was Quatre Winner.

"Damn right you did," Duo muttered as he entered the kitchen. "You should learn not to talk so loud when the person you're talking about is in the same house, Yuy. I remembered one thing about the five of us. We were friends."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Heero questioned cautiously. What exactly was it that Duo had overheard?

"I'm oh so pleased you're so dedicated to the missions. You even took extremely good care of me for the sole reason of making sure I would still be able to fulfill my duties as an expert in stealth! I feel so loved. Thanks Heero. Maybe I'll go tell WuFei how much I love him by telling him he can take over my next mission because he's better suited to it. Then he can die because it was an extremely risky mission and no one would come out of it alive on either side. It was that dangerous," Duo glared at his blue-eyed partner, throwing his dishes in the sink.

"Duo... You're talking about last night when I was talking to the others aren't you?" he grimaced slightly. Just how good had Duo's hearing gotten? He was positive that no one would have been able to hear him if they had been standing outside the door to that very same room.

"Of course I am! You said you were only taking care of me for the good of the missions!" Duo spun around to face him.

"Duo. I... That wasn't the truth," the pilot sighed, visibly deflating a bit. "Quatre, do you mind? I think Duo and I need some privacy."

"Sure, Heero," Quatre smiled. "Now, Duo. You hear him out and don't kill him," he winked and left the room to go look for Trowa.

"Alright. Go ahead. I'm listening," Duo leant back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.

"I didn't want to tell them that I love you, Duo. Before I found you the other day, I wasn't the nicest person to you. Actually I was rather abusive verbally to you. I regret it now," Heero hastened on before Duo could interrupt. "At first you just got on my nerves and I took out that frustration on you, calling you a baka and telling you to shut up."

"Oh?" Duo raised an eyebrow. So that was the reason Heero had tried to keep Chang from saying something the night before.

"I figured out a few months later that I was in love with you. I didn't know what to do so I kept on as if nothing had changed. I knew if I started acting differently that you'd question it, be suspicious of me. I didn't want to explain it to them last night. I'm sorry, Duo," Heero chanced looking up at Duo. He no longer seemed as upset as before, but he could be just hiding it for all he knew. Duo was good at that sort of thing. Or at least he used to be.

Duo nodded once. "Alright. I'll accept tha-," he suddenly cut off and glanced up towards the ceiling before blushing and whirling away from Heero and back towards the sink to take care of his forgotten dishes.

"Duo? Duo, what is it?" Heero questioned, coming up to stand behind him.

The braided boy squeaked, clearly embarrassed. He did not think he was supposed to be hearing that. "Nothing Heero. Don' worry 'bout it. It's nothing." Could Heero not hear it? Duo couldn't believe Trowa and Quatre would be so loud! They were two floors up for Chrisake.

"Tell me, Duo."

"You mean you don't hear them?" Duo looked over his shoulder at him slightly confused.

"The only person I hear is you, Duo," Heero replied wondering what on earth it could be that Duo heard.

TBC...