Disclaimer: Yes, once again, I must put a disclaimer here. I don't want to get sued for the little I have. I don't own Gundam Wing, nor do I own Kingdom Hearts, which ties in with my name. "Riku Yukiwara" is my name, and I claim the 'copyrights' to it. I thought it up so yes, I own it in a sense without patent pending.
Warning: Yes, the *YAOI* gets stronger, without QUITE being *LEMON-IZED* yet.
Note: Well, I broke a promise to you all… I couldn't get this up Sunday, so I had to push it off until Monday. I'm sorry. Continue to read and review! Oh, and for the person (who's name I won't mention) who is going crazy wondering what happens: Here it is. This gets a little confusing, which ties into the last chapter when everything seemed to turn peachy. Let me know what you think about this part.
Heero: Well, I liked it… if you people out there don't, prepare to face your DOOM!
Duo: ^.^' ::sweat drop:: Heero, that's going a little too far…
Heero: Fine, if you don't like, DON'T READ! SO there…
Duo: Riku already said that…
Riku: ::whispers to Duo:: Don't remind him!
Heero: ::Glares:: I KNOW THAT!!
Duo: I'm going now… ::walks away::
Heero: I'm leaving too, do your magic Riku-sama. ::Walks off::
Riku: ::sigh:: Thanks, I guess…
**~~Part 3: Sweet Dreams; Rude Awakenings~~**
Then I woke up. I decided dreams are the only way I'll ever see Heero well again. What can I do? I can't make him wake up or make him get better. He may die here, alone in the darkness of a coma. I don't want him to, though. I can't let them put him on life support either. He wouldn't want that and neither would I.
I touched Heero's hand as I had in the dream. To my surprise it was warm, and he moved to tighten his grip on me. I looked at his eyes, but they were not open. He didn't say a word, only held tight to my hand. Tears began to form somewhere behind my eyes, then finally spilled over to fall down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them; I didn't want to. I didn't care if anyone saw me cry, though it did feel a little awkward.
As cold as I was to him, I figured he'd be colder. I wanted so badly to wake him, to shake the dark away from his eyes. I leaned over him, despite all of the monitors and tubes, and kissed him full on the mouth. I didn't get a reaction, only blushed to myself. You can figure how surprised I was to see the door open a crack and a familiar blonde walk in. "H-hey, Duo… how's he doing?" Quatre's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Not so good, man…" I said to him, still looking at Heero.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Duo…" Quatre genuinely sounded saddened.
"Yeah, well, we can't do anything but wait and pray…" I sighed.
"Well, I brought you some clothes, so you won't have to sit up here in the same clothes everyday… I brought everything I thought you may want to wear, and some underwear, socks, and your black trench coat. Which, I will mention if only to lighten the mood, you were drunk when you bought it. You thought Heero wasn't coming home that night, when he was locked up in his room and typing on his laptop the entire time." Quatre chuckled.
"Shut up, Quatre, he'll hear you… He's not deaf…" I put my finger to my lips.
"Hey, you were the one mourning and crying, then bought a three-thousand dollar trench coat from Allah knows where…" Quatre retorted.
"Don't remind me…" Duo grumbled.
"Okay, okay… I'm done." Quatre smiled handing Duo a huge duffel bag and walking out of the room, leaving his scent of roses and lilac in the room. Duo sneezed.
"Stupid Quatre and his shampoo and conditioner…" Duo then proceeded to change his clothes into something a little looser and comfortable. "Well, Heero… what do you think?" Duo said, spinning around and chuckling. He then sat back beside the bed, holding Heero's hand. Heero again tightened his hand around Duo's. "Heero… I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I love you…" Duo looked up at Heero's face, tears threatening his eyes again.
~~***The next day***~~
"So he will be all right… won't he?" Duo said the next morning, looking at the doctor.
"I'm sorry Mr. Maxwell, I cannot give you a positive answer just yet. We aren't even sure that he's going to physically be able to wake up again. He could have some sort of new heart disease, or he could just have overworked himself. Then again, he could have a rare new type of blood disease. We just do not know." Doctor Kusunagi said sternly, as if Duo didn't understand what any of the doctors were saying to him.
"You know, I always thought doctors knew most of what was out there, and could maybe diagnose it as one thing or another, with their own common sense at stake. But hey, I guess I was wrong… You don't even know what my friend has do you?" Duo glared.
"I cannot tell you anything unless I am sure. That would be considered botching the job, so to speak. If I was to tell you one thing and it was something else, I could get sued and charged for improper diagnosis. I hope you understand, sir." Doctor Kusunagi said.
"No I don't. And I don't suppose I ever will, all I want to know is when I can take him home…" Duo said glaring at the doctor again.
"I cannot tell you that either. I can only tell you that it will be no time soon. I cannot tell you to take him home in his condition, whether or not you want to. That would also be considered-" He was cut short by Duo.
"I know I know… I was simply stating something; it wasn't a question, now was it?" Duo got short with the doctor and looked at him as if to say 'was it?'
Doctor Kusunagi left the room abruptly. Duo shook his head as he looked at Heero again. "What am I going to do…?" He thought to himself. "None of these doctors seem to know what they're doing…" Duo sighed, pulling his chair closer to the hospital bed and holding Heero's hand again. Once again, Heero's hand tightened, as if to ask for help. Duo lay his head down on Heero's hand and his own, and then fell asleep. He was exhausted from the entire month he had been with Heero, hardly taking time to even eat; worried that Heero would wake up alone.
When Duo awoke, he realized it was dark. It had been early morning when he had talked to the doctor, and was now well into nighttime. He looked up at Heero, who had not even opened his eyes. He pulled his hand away from Heero's to go to his face. He wiped away locks of dark brown hair that graced his forehead ignorantly. He smiled, and kissed Heero again, then sat back down in his chair and held Heero's hand through the night.
--~~*Again, we reach the end. Part 3 is finished, Review this for me. Do you really want to know what happens, or do you want me to give this story up? Let me know. I really would like to continue, with a little more than some shonen-ai. (From this chapter.) Of course, one-sided kissing is more or less to me: shonen-ai. I think YAOI is a bit stronger, so yes, it will be featured, maybe in the next chapter. Look for it soon!*~~-- Riku.
Warning: Yes, the *YAOI* gets stronger, without QUITE being *LEMON-IZED* yet.
Note: Well, I broke a promise to you all… I couldn't get this up Sunday, so I had to push it off until Monday. I'm sorry. Continue to read and review! Oh, and for the person (who's name I won't mention) who is going crazy wondering what happens: Here it is. This gets a little confusing, which ties into the last chapter when everything seemed to turn peachy. Let me know what you think about this part.
Heero: Well, I liked it… if you people out there don't, prepare to face your DOOM!
Duo: ^.^' ::sweat drop:: Heero, that's going a little too far…
Heero: Fine, if you don't like, DON'T READ! SO there…
Duo: Riku already said that…
Riku: ::whispers to Duo:: Don't remind him!
Heero: ::Glares:: I KNOW THAT!!
Duo: I'm going now… ::walks away::
Heero: I'm leaving too, do your magic Riku-sama. ::Walks off::
Riku: ::sigh:: Thanks, I guess…
**~~Part 3: Sweet Dreams; Rude Awakenings~~**
Then I woke up. I decided dreams are the only way I'll ever see Heero well again. What can I do? I can't make him wake up or make him get better. He may die here, alone in the darkness of a coma. I don't want him to, though. I can't let them put him on life support either. He wouldn't want that and neither would I.
I touched Heero's hand as I had in the dream. To my surprise it was warm, and he moved to tighten his grip on me. I looked at his eyes, but they were not open. He didn't say a word, only held tight to my hand. Tears began to form somewhere behind my eyes, then finally spilled over to fall down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them; I didn't want to. I didn't care if anyone saw me cry, though it did feel a little awkward.
As cold as I was to him, I figured he'd be colder. I wanted so badly to wake him, to shake the dark away from his eyes. I leaned over him, despite all of the monitors and tubes, and kissed him full on the mouth. I didn't get a reaction, only blushed to myself. You can figure how surprised I was to see the door open a crack and a familiar blonde walk in. "H-hey, Duo… how's he doing?" Quatre's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Not so good, man…" I said to him, still looking at Heero.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Duo…" Quatre genuinely sounded saddened.
"Yeah, well, we can't do anything but wait and pray…" I sighed.
"Well, I brought you some clothes, so you won't have to sit up here in the same clothes everyday… I brought everything I thought you may want to wear, and some underwear, socks, and your black trench coat. Which, I will mention if only to lighten the mood, you were drunk when you bought it. You thought Heero wasn't coming home that night, when he was locked up in his room and typing on his laptop the entire time." Quatre chuckled.
"Shut up, Quatre, he'll hear you… He's not deaf…" I put my finger to my lips.
"Hey, you were the one mourning and crying, then bought a three-thousand dollar trench coat from Allah knows where…" Quatre retorted.
"Don't remind me…" Duo grumbled.
"Okay, okay… I'm done." Quatre smiled handing Duo a huge duffel bag and walking out of the room, leaving his scent of roses and lilac in the room. Duo sneezed.
"Stupid Quatre and his shampoo and conditioner…" Duo then proceeded to change his clothes into something a little looser and comfortable. "Well, Heero… what do you think?" Duo said, spinning around and chuckling. He then sat back beside the bed, holding Heero's hand. Heero again tightened his hand around Duo's. "Heero… I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I love you…" Duo looked up at Heero's face, tears threatening his eyes again.
~~***The next day***~~
"So he will be all right… won't he?" Duo said the next morning, looking at the doctor.
"I'm sorry Mr. Maxwell, I cannot give you a positive answer just yet. We aren't even sure that he's going to physically be able to wake up again. He could have some sort of new heart disease, or he could just have overworked himself. Then again, he could have a rare new type of blood disease. We just do not know." Doctor Kusunagi said sternly, as if Duo didn't understand what any of the doctors were saying to him.
"You know, I always thought doctors knew most of what was out there, and could maybe diagnose it as one thing or another, with their own common sense at stake. But hey, I guess I was wrong… You don't even know what my friend has do you?" Duo glared.
"I cannot tell you anything unless I am sure. That would be considered botching the job, so to speak. If I was to tell you one thing and it was something else, I could get sued and charged for improper diagnosis. I hope you understand, sir." Doctor Kusunagi said.
"No I don't. And I don't suppose I ever will, all I want to know is when I can take him home…" Duo said glaring at the doctor again.
"I cannot tell you that either. I can only tell you that it will be no time soon. I cannot tell you to take him home in his condition, whether or not you want to. That would also be considered-" He was cut short by Duo.
"I know I know… I was simply stating something; it wasn't a question, now was it?" Duo got short with the doctor and looked at him as if to say 'was it?'
Doctor Kusunagi left the room abruptly. Duo shook his head as he looked at Heero again. "What am I going to do…?" He thought to himself. "None of these doctors seem to know what they're doing…" Duo sighed, pulling his chair closer to the hospital bed and holding Heero's hand again. Once again, Heero's hand tightened, as if to ask for help. Duo lay his head down on Heero's hand and his own, and then fell asleep. He was exhausted from the entire month he had been with Heero, hardly taking time to even eat; worried that Heero would wake up alone.
When Duo awoke, he realized it was dark. It had been early morning when he had talked to the doctor, and was now well into nighttime. He looked up at Heero, who had not even opened his eyes. He pulled his hand away from Heero's to go to his face. He wiped away locks of dark brown hair that graced his forehead ignorantly. He smiled, and kissed Heero again, then sat back down in his chair and held Heero's hand through the night.
--~~*Again, we reach the end. Part 3 is finished, Review this for me. Do you really want to know what happens, or do you want me to give this story up? Let me know. I really would like to continue, with a little more than some shonen-ai. (From this chapter.) Of course, one-sided kissing is more or less to me: shonen-ai. I think YAOI is a bit stronger, so yes, it will be featured, maybe in the next chapter. Look for it soon!*~~-- Riku.