Every Thought

/* AN: Sorry about the delay but when I moved to the place I'm living at school I found out my internet wasn't hooked up. . Boy was THAT boring! ANYWAY! Yeah, here's the final installment of my picture story, except for the 'secret' fifth chapter that's still a possibility. I'll be pretty busy now that I'm at school again so I'll probably only be updating on weekends, but sometimes I get frustrated with work through the week too so I write, so who knows. ^^ Just keep an eye out, I'll be writing randomly! */

/* DISCLAIMER: I own nothing outside of this room plus the toaster, kettle and some of the food in the kitchen! */

The tip of his braid wisped across the hard tiled floor as he prayed at the mass service (AN: I've never actually gone to mass, not being catholic and all so I have no idea! ^^;).Considering his position and the words coming from his mouth after years and years of repetition, you'd assume Duo's thoughts would no where buy occupied with thoughts of his God.

In a sense, his thoughts were of his god, but most defiantly not The God. It had been a week since he'd run into Heero at the supermarket and he still carried the piece of paper with his lover's phone number in his pocket. Since those moments a week ago, Duo hadn't been able to shift his thoughts to anything but the blue eyed pilot.

He stumbled about his apartment all day then would collapse into a sleep filled with memories of the love the shared. Even now, while praying to the only stable thing in his life, his mind wandered. His mind wandered to the missed caresses, and kisses that they should have shared over these past months of being separated.

The prayer ended and he suddenly felt as though he would vomit. After attempting to sick still with the bile in the back of his throat he quickly left the hall and ran to the bathroom. "Why are we doing this? Why am I putting myself through this?" He pulled the folded and worn piece of paper from his pocket and ran his thumb over the soft leaflet.

He scrunched it and jammed it back into his pocket before climbing to his feet and wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. He turned and left the church, no need to praying when his mind was filled with so much of that one other thing. He walked as if in a daze, his practice guiding him, never having to look up to know he was getting onto the right train home. Never glancing up, even when his blond haired friend called out to him in the street.

He swung open the front door to the building and nodded to the security guard he knew was behind the desk and waited for the elevator to arrive. He stepped on, glad the lift was empty, smiling to himself. Walking out and down the hall, stopping at the fifth door on the right, it was blue. He turned his key in the lock.

"Heero! I'm ho-" The bile rises in his throat again and he falls to his knees again. Swallowing back against the feeling in his throat he half walks half crawls to the couch and buries his face in his arms as he cries into the soft cushions. "Why, why are we doing this? Why do I have to be alone again?" His hand instinctively pulls the paper from his pants again. He gives a resigned nod and climbs to his feet turning to pick to portable phone from the end table at the bottom of the couch.

He dials the number on the sheet of paper, tears well higher and higher in his eyes with each ring. "He won't answer… He has caller ID… He'll see it's me and leave again…" There's a click on the other end, "Heero!-"

"Hi, I'm not in right now, leave a message and your phone number and I'll see about getting back to you." Duo slumped back onto the couch as the recording played again in Japanese. The tone.

"…Hey Heero… It's Duo, I was just calling to say…Hi…" He grumbles audibly into the recorder. "Oh who the hell am I kidding? I called because I don't understand why we're doing this, "He slams his fist into the sofa, "I don't know why we're putting ourselves through this pain. I found our picture in a drawer while I was cooking supper before church… I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." His voice drops to a whisper, "I want you Heero. I want you to come home. I just called to tell you I love you and I want you to come home…"

He pauses before pulling the phone away from his face and hitting the end button. Returning the phone to it's charger, he notices the light on his answering machine flickering. "Hm? Everyone knows I go to church, who would have called?" He pushes the play back button.

"Hey Duo…" Duo's blood ran cold in his veins, Heero's voice filled there apartment and seemed to echo around inside Duo's head. "I just called to say I miss you. Yeah, I'm finally admitting it to myself. I waited for you to call me, but… I'm coming home Duo, seeing you made me think of how happy we used to be… I found our picture, I cried Duo… I miss you so much, I hope my key still works… I'll knock first…" There was a soft click and the sound of tears hitting hard wood flooring.

An eternity passed while Duo stared in disbelieve at the machine. A soft knock a the door shattered the silence and Duo all but ran to the door. He peeked through the hole in the door first not wanting to answer anyone but Heero. There was the Japanese boy looking very nervous, two suitcases behind him and a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

Duo swung the door wide and rushed into his lover's arms. The tears that had stopped in his shock spilled forth yet again and he clung to Heero with everything in him, "God Heero… Heero, you're really here! Aishiteru Heero…. Aishiteru!"

Heero smiles and drops the roses as he wraps his arms around the American and kisses him with all the love he had ever felt for that boy and all the love they would share in the future.

~owari~

/*AN: There! Finally done! Yay! I hope everyone enjoyed it! If you want I'll write the fifth chapter, might be a while, seeing as how I'm in school again, but I'll do it if you review! I live off of reviews! Thanks for reading! */