Okies! Finally! Here's another chappy of At Gunpoint! Soooo… um… sorry this took so long to get up… it's just… oh.. I'll tell ya later… you probably want to hear the story now, huh?!

Disclaimer:: Um… this isn't mine… poopies! *sulks* So, don't sue me! Um… Sue's my middle name.

Warnings:: None… except… um… weird thoughts that Heero might actually LIKE RELENA! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Okay… let's just count that as horror… *snickers* (Oooo I like Snickers… very good candy bar! ^^; )

At Gunpoint

Chapter Nine: The Trigger

"And you are still my life, Hee-chan… but there's nothing I can do to find out why you're so much in denial of what we've been…" New tears formed in his eyes and the last parts didn't go as far as to reach Yuy's ears. He was despicable, yet Duo loved him with all the love a person could have; a love that not even Heero could brake. Though his heart still ached terribly at the thought of what had just happened. He had to go talk to him…. he had to…but, how could one actually talk to Heero? He would try to… as many times before, when it was only friendship he dared to seek. It was like it had all been his for a precious moment of his life; Heero, love, caring, and a warm heart, it had all been his to cherish. Now, in the blink of an eye, it was all gone, but his hope outlived his sorrow, and so he headed downstairs to try talking with the invincible one.

What had gone wrong?! What were Heero's reasons for what had happened? Maybe he had found someone else… oh mercy… no… oh God no. Then again… maybe he had gotten scarred… no… Heero didn't get scarred. It must be another person… maybe… Releana! Oh God no… that wouldn't be humane… it would… it would be just what Heero wanted. There was his answer; it was over because Heero loved Releana. It was obviously the answer… had he been so blind as not to see it earlier…? But perhaps… he might have had a small crush on Duo and strayed a bit from his true objective. How could have been so stupid as to think that Heero was going to stay with him and protect him like it always ends up happening in the fairy-tales? How could he have been?! He was just too damn stupid! But… that didn't stop him from wanting Heero back and becoming even more determined to make the silent pilot his. Once he had become accustomed to tracing the outlines of his figure with his mind and each little shaded lock of hair that his hands had always longed to touch, to feel, to run through, and to inhale the smell of. It was all so short, what they had, it was all too short. It had gone by to fast. Way to fast for comfort. Suddenly a distinctly sharp image of Releana cut into his mind, reminding him that all his hopes were as good as dashed to pieces. Duo sighed and the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon drifted into his well-trained nose (trained to sniff food that is… *snickers* Now, that's Duo!). His stomach made a well-timed, on cue growl sat down at the table right next to Heero… the one he'd lost just minutes ago. Duo couldn't bring himself to look at the boy beside him. A tug in his aching heart made him feel sick to the stomach, though nothing cold stop him from eating, even if he poked his face with his fork five times before even getting any of it in his mouth. Duo ate one small serving of eggs and only two strips of bacon, and following his unusually small meal, he proceeded to put his head in his crossed arms that lay on the table in front of him. Quatre across the table from him, mimicked his actions and looked worried. Good old Quatre… always worried about others, never his own well-being.

"Are you alright, Duo? You want to go some where to talk?" How nice… but he should really stay right here.

"No… it's alright." Heero noticed the conversation and shot a glare at Duo. "What?!" The braided boy exclaimed, almost at the point of insanity. "This morning has been hell. You could at least tell me your damn reasons! You know, the reasons 'I just wouldn't understand'!" By now, paining tears were falling down Duo's flushed cheeks and as he was getting up he grabbed the nearest item and threw it miscellaneously, hopping it would hit Heero. "I love you… don't you get it?!" It hurt, all of the feelings that Duo had built up for the longest time, ever since he could remember clearly, about anyone, it was all in one focus, it was all desperately crying out that this was the biggest feeling in there, that he was in love. Love: a glorious, yet immensely wretched feeling… the most twisted of all emotions. "Ever since I met you … I've tried to get you to notice me… to show me that you could feel… you did that yesterday- But now… it's like I'm going out of it all over again, like non of it happened… though it was too real to have not happened…" Duo chocked back a sob. He had never cried in front of the others before, but he was just too miserable to care anymore. Heero glared at him, growling as he did so, before whipping out his magic disappearing, reappearing gun and pressing it into Duo's chest. This time, Heero knew who it was, and was doing so on purpose. "Hee… Heero…" Duo managed in confused fear and astonishment.

"Don't think I'll even hesitate to kill you." His steely eyes hardened and firmly locked with Duo's surprised, red, swollen, tear-filled orbs. Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei just stood afraid to move or else Heero would shoot. The barrel was directly over Duo's quickly beating and completely in love heart.

"I… know, Hee-chan…" Duo whispered hoarsely. He knew well that Heero would pull the trigger any minute without a second thought. "I know…" Duo murmured again, as if trying to convince Heero he wasn't afraid of death, as he was death itself. Even now, Shinigami was completely lost with the looks and voice of the Perfect Soldier; yes, even now, at the brink of what could be a fatal injury by way of a bullet directly to the heart. And… yes, Duo was in mental pain, pain that no one else there could possibly comprehend; pain that was to deep to shake, and to strong to kill, but not determined enough to keep him from loving Heero. Loving Heero was about the only thing he really knew how to do without thinking, loving Heero was what kept him alive, what kept him breathing, what kept him from jumping off a bridge or slitting his writs. Duo's eyes clouded with foggy tears, "Aitesheru…" He paused, letting silent paining dew drops of unmanly saltwater carve their unwanted paths down his cheeks like skin-burning acid that scorched every second it was within contact of his face. Heero, in one swift, cruel movement, drew away the gun and pushed Duo back with a strong hand, making him fly back to crash on some fine china that broke when he fell onto it, cutting the bits of skin it could mange to find, and digging at the clothes he wore, as if begging to be welcomed into the bits of flesh that his outfit protected. Heero gave him one last glare before going out the garage door and out of the house, not to be back for at least and hour. Well, good riddens, some of our G-boy's might have said, but nothing could get Duo off of that shorthaired pilot. As he said before, 'I… Duo Maxwell… will always love you…' and Duo wasn't the type to go out on promises. He had meant every word he'd said to Heero that day. He was lonely. They had been happy together… hadn't they. Well, if Heero really loved Releana, then things will be as they are. There was always hope, hope that Heero would decide that Duo was right for him, and not that girl. Duo, rather, considered her an annoying bitch, even though she was practically queen of the Universe… he really thought that the whole thing should be a democracy, not a monarchy, but alas, he'd said it before, and he'd say it again, what will be will be. Now all he could do is hope that his Heero realized how much he meant to the braided baka. The longhaired male finally decided that he'd rather go upstairs and wallow in his misery than sit around here and do it. No sooner than he had sat down on his bed, had Quatre knocked politely in his very Quatre-like manner on the door to the room.

"Come on in…" The blond come in as instructed and seated himself beside his miserable comrade.

"May… may I ask what happened?" His eyes were wide with concern. "What happened to the two of you… why just yesterday you were arm in arm… and now-," He trailed off, it wasn't like he really needed to finish since they both knew what he meant.

"I myself don't really know. All I know is that when I got up this morning the first frickin' thing he said to me was 'It's Over'… Now I don't know what to do, it's like he hates me…"

"Maybe you should try to find out what it is that's making him act this way, okay?" Duo nodded and Quatre smiled and left the room, sensing he'd done his job. "Just come back if you find anything out and want help again." As he left, Duo eyed the spot where his laptop was kept; there was a rather good chance. The braided boy turned his head away, ignoring the thoughts that entered, though his eyes continued to drift to Heero's laptop. He grew fed up and promised himself he'd try not to look at it, try not to break in… and he didn't. He didn't touch the thing for five whole days. All five days, Heero was gone. He would leave in the morning and not come back until at least midnight. It was torture to the poor braided male, and he couldn't stand it any longer. So on the sixth day he approached the lap with great stealth while a certain Perfect Soldier was away…

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Sooooooooooooooooooo?! Whadya think?!? This one took and especially long time and I'm terribly sorry. Two Big reasons. One being I had computer problems and another being I couldn't think of a good ending… or exactly how far to go… ya know? Well… another cliffy to get you're brains tickling…. ^^; And yes… I did have someone go jump off a cliff… guess who? Relena! ^^ Yea! Ahahahaha! I love Relena torture games… *grins* Oh and I played one at Go there! Ahahahahhahaha! ^^ You'll like the place! *grins broadly* Ah! It's fun to torture Relena…. *laughs evilly*

Tenshi-Usa