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Don't Forget Me-Part 3
Duo grinned as his shirt was removed and immediately discarded. Heero was always very orderly in undressing him. First the shirts, next the pants, then the boxers, followed closely by his socks. Heero hated socks. Normally Duo would be clawing at his lover's clothes, trying to rip them off as quickly as possible, but tonight he was distracted.
Heero grunted as he was gently pushed away. He looked down at his boyfriend, braid undone and messy. "What is it?" His voice was husky with lust.
"I was thinking."
"You're not supposed to be capable of thinking when I'm undressing you. Was I doing something wrong?" Heero was always paranoid. Duo was his first and only lover and he was always afraid he'd fail to please.
"No, no. I was thinking about you. Us. Quatre and Trowa are engaged."
"Duo, Quatre and Trowa aren't us." The taller boy was confused.
"I know! That's not what I meant. I mean-it could be us."
"I don't understand."
"Heero, couldn't it be us getting married? I mean we live together, we share a room, a bed, our bodies, souls, hearts-"
Heero cut in warningly, "Don't get sappy on me."
"I'm not!" Duo protested, "It's just-well I always figured I'd get married. Even though I'm gay and it's not recognized legally. I'd still like the commitment. And-Heero, I love you. I'd love to spend the rest of my life with you if you'd have me."
"Are you proposing to me?"
"No-well not really. More like.making a suggestion."
"Good. Because I'd turn you down."
Duo looked baffled. "What? But why!?"
Heero shrugged. "Because I'm not the marrying type."
"So does that mean you're considering leaving me someday?"
Duo felt Heero's strong arms slide around him. "Of course not. It just means that I don't see any point in a fake ceremony."
"But it wouldn't be fa-"
"You know it would, Duo." Heero's voice was sharp but his eyes were tender. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But I don't think we need anything as sentimental as some bogus marriage. There are so many other ways for me to let you and the rest of the world know that I love you."
The long-haired boy sighed in submission, "Okay. I just thought it would be nice." He sighed again and curled against his lover. "At least I get to keep you."
"Forever."
As Heero closed his eyes, the phone rang loudly in his ear. "Shimatta," he cursed and ran for the phone. Duo watched the tan, sculpted body move across the room as he spoke. He was alarmed as Heero's voice became clipped and he slammed the phone down.
"Duo, get Quatre. There's been an accident."
--Beep-Beep-beep-beep-
The monitors kept a steady rhythm, unlike the poor blonde's heart. He sat curled half on the hospital bed, clasping the banged boy's hand to his heart. Every so often a tear wove its way down his pale cheek and dropped onto his lover's chest.
Ever so slowly, the still figure that lay on the bed opened his eyes. Quatre gasped as Trowa tried to take in his surroundings. He mumbled something incoherent and Quatre nearly screamed, "Doctor! Doctor he's awake!" Heero removed himself from the door-jamb where he had been standing, arms crossed over his chest, Duo sitting comfortably on the floor at his feet, to allow the doctor access to his patient. All three pilots huddled around the bed to watch their companion.
The doctor looked at Trowa for a moment. "Can you tell me your name?" he asked. "I'm-I'm Trowa." Quatre grinned tearfully.
The doctor continued, "Can you tell me the names of these people?" He waved his arm in a motion that told his patient he was referring to the boys crowded around him.
"No.I'm sorry."
Quatre looked startled. "Trowa, it's me. It's me, Quatre. I was so worried!" All his words came out at once and the green eyes staring up at him took on a bewildered expression. "It's Quatre. Trowa, baby don't you remember me?"
By now he was nearly on top of the poor injured boy. Heero gently pulled Quatre away and led him, sobbing, out of the room. In an uncharacteristic display of sensitivity, the Japanese pilot embraced his friend. "He's okay, Quatre. That's what matters. The memory loss probably isn't permanent. Even if it were, it'd just be a chance for Trowa to fall for you all over again." Quatre sobbed out a laugh.
A moment later, Duo appeared from the doorway of Trowa's hospital room. "He's going to be fine. The doctor wants to run a few more tests but he thinks they'll let him come home tonight. I guess he suffered a blow to the head in the accident so he won't remember much. He also said that he may not be himself for a while."
"But what does that mean?" Quatre's teary blue eyes stared questioningly at Duo.
Duo grimaced slightly. He didn't want to upset the kid too much but Shinigami never lies. He had to tell him the truth. "It means that for a while, the Trowa we bring home tonight may not be the Trowa we know."
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Thanks for the review TOUYA(sorry bout the cliffhanger). I got one review so far haha and it's you but it gives me serious incentive to write. So if anybody wants me to write faster, REVIEW MY STORIES.ahem.thank you.
Don't Forget Me-Part 3
Duo grinned as his shirt was removed and immediately discarded. Heero was always very orderly in undressing him. First the shirts, next the pants, then the boxers, followed closely by his socks. Heero hated socks. Normally Duo would be clawing at his lover's clothes, trying to rip them off as quickly as possible, but tonight he was distracted.
Heero grunted as he was gently pushed away. He looked down at his boyfriend, braid undone and messy. "What is it?" His voice was husky with lust.
"I was thinking."
"You're not supposed to be capable of thinking when I'm undressing you. Was I doing something wrong?" Heero was always paranoid. Duo was his first and only lover and he was always afraid he'd fail to please.
"No, no. I was thinking about you. Us. Quatre and Trowa are engaged."
"Duo, Quatre and Trowa aren't us." The taller boy was confused.
"I know! That's not what I meant. I mean-it could be us."
"I don't understand."
"Heero, couldn't it be us getting married? I mean we live together, we share a room, a bed, our bodies, souls, hearts-"
Heero cut in warningly, "Don't get sappy on me."
"I'm not!" Duo protested, "It's just-well I always figured I'd get married. Even though I'm gay and it's not recognized legally. I'd still like the commitment. And-Heero, I love you. I'd love to spend the rest of my life with you if you'd have me."
"Are you proposing to me?"
"No-well not really. More like.making a suggestion."
"Good. Because I'd turn you down."
Duo looked baffled. "What? But why!?"
Heero shrugged. "Because I'm not the marrying type."
"So does that mean you're considering leaving me someday?"
Duo felt Heero's strong arms slide around him. "Of course not. It just means that I don't see any point in a fake ceremony."
"But it wouldn't be fa-"
"You know it would, Duo." Heero's voice was sharp but his eyes were tender. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But I don't think we need anything as sentimental as some bogus marriage. There are so many other ways for me to let you and the rest of the world know that I love you."
The long-haired boy sighed in submission, "Okay. I just thought it would be nice." He sighed again and curled against his lover. "At least I get to keep you."
"Forever."
As Heero closed his eyes, the phone rang loudly in his ear. "Shimatta," he cursed and ran for the phone. Duo watched the tan, sculpted body move across the room as he spoke. He was alarmed as Heero's voice became clipped and he slammed the phone down.
"Duo, get Quatre. There's been an accident."
--Beep-Beep-beep-beep-
The monitors kept a steady rhythm, unlike the poor blonde's heart. He sat curled half on the hospital bed, clasping the banged boy's hand to his heart. Every so often a tear wove its way down his pale cheek and dropped onto his lover's chest.
Ever so slowly, the still figure that lay on the bed opened his eyes. Quatre gasped as Trowa tried to take in his surroundings. He mumbled something incoherent and Quatre nearly screamed, "Doctor! Doctor he's awake!" Heero removed himself from the door-jamb where he had been standing, arms crossed over his chest, Duo sitting comfortably on the floor at his feet, to allow the doctor access to his patient. All three pilots huddled around the bed to watch their companion.
The doctor looked at Trowa for a moment. "Can you tell me your name?" he asked. "I'm-I'm Trowa." Quatre grinned tearfully.
The doctor continued, "Can you tell me the names of these people?" He waved his arm in a motion that told his patient he was referring to the boys crowded around him.
"No.I'm sorry."
Quatre looked startled. "Trowa, it's me. It's me, Quatre. I was so worried!" All his words came out at once and the green eyes staring up at him took on a bewildered expression. "It's Quatre. Trowa, baby don't you remember me?"
By now he was nearly on top of the poor injured boy. Heero gently pulled Quatre away and led him, sobbing, out of the room. In an uncharacteristic display of sensitivity, the Japanese pilot embraced his friend. "He's okay, Quatre. That's what matters. The memory loss probably isn't permanent. Even if it were, it'd just be a chance for Trowa to fall for you all over again." Quatre sobbed out a laugh.
A moment later, Duo appeared from the doorway of Trowa's hospital room. "He's going to be fine. The doctor wants to run a few more tests but he thinks they'll let him come home tonight. I guess he suffered a blow to the head in the accident so he won't remember much. He also said that he may not be himself for a while."
"But what does that mean?" Quatre's teary blue eyes stared questioningly at Duo.
Duo grimaced slightly. He didn't want to upset the kid too much but Shinigami never lies. He had to tell him the truth. "It means that for a while, the Trowa we bring home tonight may not be the Trowa we know."
TO BE CONTINUED.
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