Light Glows Anew Chap 3 by Onimushi
Duo awoke from a series of fitful dreams. The only one he could remember had been of Heero calling him a fag and pushing him to the ground. Wufei was there with a gun, pointing it at Heero. Duo screamed for him to stop, but instead of shooting Heero, Wufei turned the gun towards himself and shot himself in the head. Duo ran to Wufei's side. But it wasn't Wufei, it was himself. Blood was seeping from the back of his head. He looked up and saw Wufei on his knees, screaming. Heero was standing next to him with the gun. There were bloodstains on his shirt.
He sat up bolt right in bed, covered in sweat, gasping for air. He didn't know where he was. It was dark. He felt around the bed for Heero, but he wasn't there. It all came back to him.
Heero is gone. I'm at Quatre's.
Feeling sick to his stomach, he got up and headed for the bathroom. He was sick twice before he started feeling better. Cleaning himself up, he turned the light on and miserably fumbled for clean clothes.
How did I get into bed? Why am I still in my clothes?
Wufei.
Wufei must have carried me in here after Heero called...Don't think about it Maxwell. It will only hurt more the more you think about it.
After the fact, Duo barely remembered that he had taken a shower and sat for over an hour combing his wet hair and braiding it. When he was done dawn had come and he could hear Wufei moving around upstairs.
Funny. I can never usually hear Wufei. He's so silent.
The light spilled in through the windows.
Pray. You never pray anymore. Pray.
Duo got down on his knees and closed his eyes, like he had done so long ago. Before everything had happened. Before the war, before Gundams, before Heero.
God...forgive me...I wasn't good enough for him...why? Help me God...deliver me...bring me home before you take him away from me...I'd rather be dead...
"Duo?"
Duo jumped. He looked up and saw Trowa standing in the doorway. He felt himself blush.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt...what are you doing on the floor?" Trowa asked curiously, as if he had never seen a man pray before.
"I was...praying." He got up and straightened his shirt. "When did you get here?"
"You didn't get the letter?"
"Letter?"
Trowa pointed to the small table beside the bed. There was an envelope with Duo's name on it. Duo gave Trowa a puzzled look and then picked up the letter. It read:
Duo,
I'm going to see Heero. Be back before tomorrow evening. Sorry I didn't wake you.
Wufei
"Why is he going to see Heero?" Duo said more to himself, putting the letter down.
"Perhaps to find some answers for you." Trowa said gently.
"It's not like Wufei to get into the middle of love affairs." Duo said dryly. "Is he bored or something?"
Trowa frowned. "He's just trying to help. He probably didn't think that you get upset about him trying to help you. That's what friends do. Or perhaps he didn't know you didn't consider him as a friend."
Duo glared at Trowa. "Of course I consider him a friend. Maybe it's him who never considered me as a friend."
"You know that's not true Duo. Wufei is an anal retentive, killing machine, just like the rest of us. You can't honestly believe that it might be a little hard for him to express his feelings."
Duo knew he was right. "It still strikes me as unnatural that Wufei would try and help me. Especially when it comes to something like this. He's a homophobe."
Trowa laughed. "You really don't know him do you? Wufei may act straight as an arrow, but that guy is more crooked than Nixon. Besides, if he's trying to help, why not just go with it? It's not often that someone like Wufei finds someone he truly cares about. And there's no use arguing it right now anyway because not even I know why he's going to see Heero. You'll get your answers when he comes back this evening."
Duo shrugged. "I'm hungry."
Duo awoke from a series of fitful dreams. The only one he could remember had been of Heero calling him a fag and pushing him to the ground. Wufei was there with a gun, pointing it at Heero. Duo screamed for him to stop, but instead of shooting Heero, Wufei turned the gun towards himself and shot himself in the head. Duo ran to Wufei's side. But it wasn't Wufei, it was himself. Blood was seeping from the back of his head. He looked up and saw Wufei on his knees, screaming. Heero was standing next to him with the gun. There were bloodstains on his shirt.
He sat up bolt right in bed, covered in sweat, gasping for air. He didn't know where he was. It was dark. He felt around the bed for Heero, but he wasn't there. It all came back to him.
Heero is gone. I'm at Quatre's.
Feeling sick to his stomach, he got up and headed for the bathroom. He was sick twice before he started feeling better. Cleaning himself up, he turned the light on and miserably fumbled for clean clothes.
How did I get into bed? Why am I still in my clothes?
Wufei.
Wufei must have carried me in here after Heero called...Don't think about it Maxwell. It will only hurt more the more you think about it.
After the fact, Duo barely remembered that he had taken a shower and sat for over an hour combing his wet hair and braiding it. When he was done dawn had come and he could hear Wufei moving around upstairs.
Funny. I can never usually hear Wufei. He's so silent.
The light spilled in through the windows.
Pray. You never pray anymore. Pray.
Duo got down on his knees and closed his eyes, like he had done so long ago. Before everything had happened. Before the war, before Gundams, before Heero.
God...forgive me...I wasn't good enough for him...why? Help me God...deliver me...bring me home before you take him away from me...I'd rather be dead...
"Duo?"
Duo jumped. He looked up and saw Trowa standing in the doorway. He felt himself blush.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt...what are you doing on the floor?" Trowa asked curiously, as if he had never seen a man pray before.
"I was...praying." He got up and straightened his shirt. "When did you get here?"
"You didn't get the letter?"
"Letter?"
Trowa pointed to the small table beside the bed. There was an envelope with Duo's name on it. Duo gave Trowa a puzzled look and then picked up the letter. It read:
Duo,
I'm going to see Heero. Be back before tomorrow evening. Sorry I didn't wake you.
Wufei
"Why is he going to see Heero?" Duo said more to himself, putting the letter down.
"Perhaps to find some answers for you." Trowa said gently.
"It's not like Wufei to get into the middle of love affairs." Duo said dryly. "Is he bored or something?"
Trowa frowned. "He's just trying to help. He probably didn't think that you get upset about him trying to help you. That's what friends do. Or perhaps he didn't know you didn't consider him as a friend."
Duo glared at Trowa. "Of course I consider him a friend. Maybe it's him who never considered me as a friend."
"You know that's not true Duo. Wufei is an anal retentive, killing machine, just like the rest of us. You can't honestly believe that it might be a little hard for him to express his feelings."
Duo knew he was right. "It still strikes me as unnatural that Wufei would try and help me. Especially when it comes to something like this. He's a homophobe."
Trowa laughed. "You really don't know him do you? Wufei may act straight as an arrow, but that guy is more crooked than Nixon. Besides, if he's trying to help, why not just go with it? It's not often that someone like Wufei finds someone he truly cares about. And there's no use arguing it right now anyway because not even I know why he's going to see Heero. You'll get your answers when he comes back this evening."
Duo shrugged. "I'm hungry."
