Drive Myself Crazy
Shido
Disclaimer: No Own so No Sue.
June, AC 197
Duo was sitting back in his chair, eyes closed; the news he had just received spinning in his head. He was trying to make any kind of sense out of it while awaiting the details of Heero's whereabouts. He just couldn't understand why Heero would want to do that. He had risked his life so many times...he had even self-detonated for the sake of the peace.
He sighed. "I just don't get it." He opened his eyes and sat forward when his messenger service chirped the arrival of an email. He clicked the small envelope icon and brought the details Quatre had sent to him up onto the screen.
"Damn, Quatre, these had better be right."
He clicked to print as he stood up, to begin gathering up his things to go. He didn't want to leave Heero locked up for a minute more than he had to be, unless he did do as they said.
He didn't want to think that Heero would do this.
Duo handed a few bills to the driver and stepped out of the cab. His eyes wandered over the large, dark building that contained his friend within.
"The St. Nicholas Institute...it sounds like a damned prison."
He shrugged his bag up on his shoulder and walked through the doors. The walls inside were stark white, for as far as he could see in all directions. A few people in long, white coats walked around, not even glancing up at him as they went about their duties.
"Can I help you, sir?" Duo looked toward the direction of the voice. A young, smiling woman was sitting at a desk to his right. Duo walked over. For all her mouth was smiling, her eyes didn't reflect that sentiment.
"I'm here to see Heero Yuy." Her eyes widened in shock.
"I'm afraid that 01 has not been permitted visiting rights, you will have to leave." Duo's eyes narrowed.
"I don't care. I have to see him, whether he has visting rights or not."
"01 is our most dangerous patient, we can't just let anyone in to see him."
"I know how dangerous he is, I worked with him during the war! I can handle him if he tries to attack..." Duo stopped as what she said hit him. "Hold up...what the hell do you mean, patient?!"
"01 has been classified as mentally unstable."
"Mentally unstable?" Duo spat the words out. "Insane...! Heero's not insane!"
"Highly trained doctors assessed 01 as mentally unstable."
"Stop calling him bloody zero-one! His name is Heero Yuy, not 01! I might not be a doctor, but I know when my friends are sane!"
"Please calm down, sir..."
"I don't care what the hell your rules are here, I'm not going until I've seen Heero! I'll calm down when you call a doctor to take me to him!"
The receptionist sighed. "The most I can allow is for you to look into his cell."
Duo looked down at his wrists disdainfully. He hated having handcuffs on, it reminded him too much of the war and of his previous role. Too much blood shed, too much pain caused, too much time being the God of Death.
The doctor spoke in a firm tone. "It's merely a precaution."
A precaution. What were they expecting him to do, go on a murderous rampage? Duo laughed to himself a little. You don't put flimsy handcuffs on an ex-pilot who can get out of them faster than you can blink your eyes.
The doctor led him along a long, winding corridor until he stopped at a door.
"01."
Duo looked at the door. It was the same stark white as the walls, with a simple grey number plate displaying 01 above a thin slit of a window. He stepped forward and looked into the room.
The sight that met his eyes horrified him. Heero was chained to a hook in the floor; the chains thick and heavy, causing Duo to gasp in shock.
Heero's bent head lifted a little at the noise, then turned towards the source. Duo's eyes widened as Heero opened his own eyes. Heero's eyes were hurt, pleading for forgiveness; his body bruised and bleeding, clear signs of his treatment.
"H...Heero..." Duo's voice wavered; half in shock, half in pure anger. He turned to face the doctor.
"Open the door."
"I can't do tha-" Duo cut him off.
"If you won't, then I will." He got the handcuffs off in one quick movement. "Give me the key."
