Violet Tears
Chapter: 2
I wasn't gonna continue this story last night... My computer had crashed, lost the ENTIRE file, and majorly dishearted (x.x?) me. But today at school I got so friggin' bored, I decided to write something and it just happened to be chapter two of this fic. ^_^;; also, thank all the people who reviewed this...If they hadn't, I prolly wouldn't have even considered writing a second chapt. If you're wondering why I mentioned so much detail about the ocean, it's because I've always felt the ocean is some entity, some ancient, powerful 'being' if you will with amazingly calm and peaceful beauty. And to me, the ocean breeze is unlike anything on earth.
AND just so that you all know, I imagine that if things with Duo were bad enough Heero might snap. (I don't mean bad relationship wise, I mean bad like he's not in good condition). *showers reviewers with pocky of many flavors and chocolates too* XD
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Through the sound of his rapid typing, Heero vaguely noted the sounds in the room, or lack thereof. Something was missing, a human something, making it a someone. The sound of keys being banged stopped as, slowly, colbalt hues shifted from the glowing computer screen to the bed across from his. He didn't see the long, chestnut braid, let alone the person who owned it. Noises of a conversation downstairs seeped into the room. With a sigh the Japanese pilot of Wing finished his report and turned off his computer, descending the stairs of the safe house. He heard a voice, definetly Quatre's say, "Has anyone seen Duo? He left a couple hours ago." The small Arabian boy was obviously worried. Heero didn't say anything to the gentle- hearted blonde, just paused in the hallway to listen to what the others were saying.
"Haven't seen him since." WuFei commented. Quatre's aqua eyes lowered.
Upon entering the dining room, Heero found the seating around the table typical, with angelic Quatre sitting between silent Trowa and a reading WuFei. Somehow it didn't suprise Heero how WuFei (or, as Duo would call him, Wuffers) was reading a book about China's past. He was greeted by an enthusiastic good-evening-how-are-you? from Quatre, a single nod from Trowa, and WuFei's onyx eyes raising from his book, undoubtedly in Chinese manuscript. He replied with his usual "Hn," and took his seat, noticing with a pang of regret and worry the empty seat which Duo usually occupied. Folding his arms and leaning forward on the table, he stared at the fine oak carvings in the wood. Bits of the conversation reached his ears, the name "Duo" being the most frequent thing he heard.
"Don't you care, Heero?" asked an angry WuFei. "You acting as if you're glad he's done."
Heero glared. "Of course I care!" He paused, stunning himself and everyone around him with his sudden outburst. Trowa stared at Heero with slight upsetment in his jade eyes before speaking for the first time during the conversation.
"Stop yelling." He returned to his quieter self.
"You needn't yell, Heero." Quatre said softly.
"I'm going to go find him if it's the last thing I ever do," Heero murmured before rising from his seat and storming to the door, not even noticing when he grabbed a jacket of Quatre's instead of his own. He recalled the word `ocean', so he headed for the beach, eyes plastered on the sidewalk.
.
A shoulder bumped into his, but he took no notice. That is, until he heard something fall behind him. It was intriguing, so he turned around with his eyes up; the first thing he saw was the dead of night. Post-midnight to be precise. Cobalt orbs widened when he recognized the figure with a long, messy braid. "Duo!"
He stumbled over to Duo's prone form, the cold air biting at his face. Expertly, he checked for a pulse and was relieved to find one. Checking his surroundings, he realized he was too far away from the house to run back and get the others. Gently, he slipped his arms around Duo's shoulders and knees, cradling him softly in his arms. He pressed his koi's form against his own upon feeling the icy coldness of Duo's skin. He walked back to the safehouse slowly, so as not to disturb the precious package in his arms. Every once-in-a-while he slowed to check on Duo's condition.
.
The smallest of small smiles appeared on his face when he saw the familiar figure of the safe-house. Stepping over some rocks blindly in the still dark hours of the early morning, he finally reached the door and nudged it with his shoulder. Heero gave a sigh of relief when the sounds of footsteps approaching came through the door. The gold painted knob twisted and the heavy door opened to reveal Quatre.
"Heero? What are... Oh! My God! Get him inside, quick! Where did... Is he...?" stuttered the platinum blonde angel, holding the door open wide for Heero as he walked inside.
The Japanese pilot remained silent, he didn't trust his voice to conceal his emotions if he were to speak. Quatre quickly closed the door, easily seeing the covered up concern in Heero's eyes. The Arabian nodded.
"You go get him upstairs, I'll get some blankets," he gave Heero a reassuring smile before dashing off to the closet near the downstairs bathroom.
.
Heero climbed the stairs carefully, not noticing as he passed WuFei and Trowa. The Chinese pilot frowned at the sight of Heero's slender form easily supporting the American's full weight. "What weakling goes and further jeapordizes his health?" He muttered, but only stoic Trowa heard. Seeing the slight chastizement in those emerald eyes, WuFei mumbled something akin to an apology and went off to sulk. He was really just as concerned as the others. If he were to be interrogated, however, he would deny anything. A sick pilot was a liability.
Heero pushed the slightly ajar door open, flicking the light on with his shoulder as he made his way to his bed. He kneeled softly before the bed and gently slid on to it, the still soaked form of Duo in his arms. With one hand, he grabbed some of his blanket and pulled it over his koi. The door creaked and in came Quatre, a big blanket in his arms and a hot water bottle slung over his shoulder. It almost looked as if the blankets were carrying *him* rather than him carrying the *blankets*.
"Heero, what happened?" Quatre asked, more concerned than before.
"Found him by the beach passed out. Quatre, he's so cold..." whispered Heero.
Quatre paused in unraveling the blankets and stared at the usually emotionless Japanese youth. "He'll be okay, Heero. He's strong." The blonde brought the blankets over to Wing's pilot. "Heero, you're going to have to lay him down. You're cold as it is. I know you love him and want to protect him, but he just needs to lay down." Quatre's voice was unsteady and nervous; slightly fearful. His eyes never met Heero's.
"You're right." Heero mumbled at last, finally breaking the silence. He slid out from underneath Duo and carefully layed him back on the bed.
"Do you want anything, Heero?" asked Quatre.
"Just something hot, please."
Quatre blinked. 'Since when does Heero be polite?' By now he was starting to think that the boy before him was not the true Heero Yuy, but a very good imposter. Or, at least, an imposter who didn't know the whole of Heero's personality. The Arabian nodded. "Consider it done." His hand raised to his face and he brushed some golden hair out of his aqua eyes as he left the rest of the blankets by Heero, leaving the room and softly closing the door.
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'You knew you were sick, damnit,' Heero thought as he stared at Duo. 'What the hell were you thinking?! Did you really want to get sicker?' He sighed. "It's all my fault... I shouldn't have ignored him..." muttered Heero, so softly he barely heard himself. His thoughts traveled to somewhere that afternoon some time around lunch.
//Flashback//
"Hey Hee-chan!" Duo called, bounding into the room with his hair flying around his face. "Wanna go on a walk with me?" He slipped his arms around Heero's shoulders as the Japanese boy typed away at his laptop. Smiling, he rested his chin on Heero's shoulder and watched his koi's fingers pount furiously on the keys. "Well? Do ya?"
"Hn," grunted Heero is response. "Maybe later." His cobalt eyes didn't move from the computer screen.
"Aww, come on Hee-chan! You spend way too much time on that thing, I'm starting to think you love it more than me," Duo joked. But the smile quickly faded as he thought about his words. It seemed as if all day today and days before Heero spent every waking moment on the laptop. Even the others seemed busy; WuFei snapped at him that morning when he walked into the living room, Trowa...well, Trowa was being his normal quiet self, only it seemed like he didn't want Duo's presence in the room; and Quatre seemed to be engrossed in a book to the point of no return.
Heero smirked. "I'm not *that* odd." He flashed Duo a small smile but otherwise kept his eyes on the computer. "I just need to finish this report then I'll consider it."
Duo nodded. "So, telling them about any mutant bodies you found while investigating the ruins of the base?"
"No."
"How about any people you said `omae o korusu' to and actually carried it out?"
"No."
"Nothing interesting?"
"No."
`That's the third 'no' in a row...' Duo realized. "Okay." he said softly, crestfallen. `I guess I'm just a bother, ne Heero?' He returned his arms to his sides and watched Heero type away. "I'll be downstairs if ya need me, kay?" Though he had a feeling Heero wouldn't be `needing' him any time soon.
"Hn."
//End Flashback//
Damnit! Why couldn't he have just left his stupid report for later? Guilt was wearing down on him; breaking through his `Perfect Soldier' mask and eating away at his heart. He held Duo's hand in his for a long while, staring blankly at the face of the sleeping Deathscythe pilot.
.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
A familiar voice broke the silence. Heero looked up.
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Hehe, okay NOW I'm writing this while forcing myself to stay awake as it's almost 1:00am and my mom's gonna kill me for staying up this late lol.
Anyways, I got nearly 20 reviews in 3 days! I'm so happy about that!
Oh, NOTICE: Keep an eye out for a funny story I'll be posting in the Gundam Wing Section soon. Called "If Then". Trust me, VERY funny.
Ja matta! Oyasumi nasai, minna!
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OR
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**FEEL free to IM me any time! Or email if you don't have AIM/AOL** ^^
I wasn't gonna continue this story last night... My computer had crashed, lost the ENTIRE file, and majorly dishearted (x.x?) me. But today at school I got so friggin' bored, I decided to write something and it just happened to be chapter two of this fic. ^_^;; also, thank all the people who reviewed this...If they hadn't, I prolly wouldn't have even considered writing a second chapt. If you're wondering why I mentioned so much detail about the ocean, it's because I've always felt the ocean is some entity, some ancient, powerful 'being' if you will with amazingly calm and peaceful beauty. And to me, the ocean breeze is unlike anything on earth.
AND just so that you all know, I imagine that if things with Duo were bad enough Heero might snap. (I don't mean bad relationship wise, I mean bad like he's not in good condition). *showers reviewers with pocky of many flavors and chocolates too* XD
~~~*~~~
Through the sound of his rapid typing, Heero vaguely noted the sounds in the room, or lack thereof. Something was missing, a human something, making it a someone. The sound of keys being banged stopped as, slowly, colbalt hues shifted from the glowing computer screen to the bed across from his. He didn't see the long, chestnut braid, let alone the person who owned it. Noises of a conversation downstairs seeped into the room. With a sigh the Japanese pilot of Wing finished his report and turned off his computer, descending the stairs of the safe house. He heard a voice, definetly Quatre's say, "Has anyone seen Duo? He left a couple hours ago." The small Arabian boy was obviously worried. Heero didn't say anything to the gentle- hearted blonde, just paused in the hallway to listen to what the others were saying.
"Haven't seen him since." WuFei commented. Quatre's aqua eyes lowered.
Upon entering the dining room, Heero found the seating around the table typical, with angelic Quatre sitting between silent Trowa and a reading WuFei. Somehow it didn't suprise Heero how WuFei (or, as Duo would call him, Wuffers) was reading a book about China's past. He was greeted by an enthusiastic good-evening-how-are-you? from Quatre, a single nod from Trowa, and WuFei's onyx eyes raising from his book, undoubtedly in Chinese manuscript. He replied with his usual "Hn," and took his seat, noticing with a pang of regret and worry the empty seat which Duo usually occupied. Folding his arms and leaning forward on the table, he stared at the fine oak carvings in the wood. Bits of the conversation reached his ears, the name "Duo" being the most frequent thing he heard.
"Don't you care, Heero?" asked an angry WuFei. "You acting as if you're glad he's done."
Heero glared. "Of course I care!" He paused, stunning himself and everyone around him with his sudden outburst. Trowa stared at Heero with slight upsetment in his jade eyes before speaking for the first time during the conversation.
"Stop yelling." He returned to his quieter self.
"You needn't yell, Heero." Quatre said softly.
"I'm going to go find him if it's the last thing I ever do," Heero murmured before rising from his seat and storming to the door, not even noticing when he grabbed a jacket of Quatre's instead of his own. He recalled the word `ocean', so he headed for the beach, eyes plastered on the sidewalk.
.
A shoulder bumped into his, but he took no notice. That is, until he heard something fall behind him. It was intriguing, so he turned around with his eyes up; the first thing he saw was the dead of night. Post-midnight to be precise. Cobalt orbs widened when he recognized the figure with a long, messy braid. "Duo!"
He stumbled over to Duo's prone form, the cold air biting at his face. Expertly, he checked for a pulse and was relieved to find one. Checking his surroundings, he realized he was too far away from the house to run back and get the others. Gently, he slipped his arms around Duo's shoulders and knees, cradling him softly in his arms. He pressed his koi's form against his own upon feeling the icy coldness of Duo's skin. He walked back to the safehouse slowly, so as not to disturb the precious package in his arms. Every once-in-a-while he slowed to check on Duo's condition.
.
The smallest of small smiles appeared on his face when he saw the familiar figure of the safe-house. Stepping over some rocks blindly in the still dark hours of the early morning, he finally reached the door and nudged it with his shoulder. Heero gave a sigh of relief when the sounds of footsteps approaching came through the door. The gold painted knob twisted and the heavy door opened to reveal Quatre.
"Heero? What are... Oh! My God! Get him inside, quick! Where did... Is he...?" stuttered the platinum blonde angel, holding the door open wide for Heero as he walked inside.
The Japanese pilot remained silent, he didn't trust his voice to conceal his emotions if he were to speak. Quatre quickly closed the door, easily seeing the covered up concern in Heero's eyes. The Arabian nodded.
"You go get him upstairs, I'll get some blankets," he gave Heero a reassuring smile before dashing off to the closet near the downstairs bathroom.
.
Heero climbed the stairs carefully, not noticing as he passed WuFei and Trowa. The Chinese pilot frowned at the sight of Heero's slender form easily supporting the American's full weight. "What weakling goes and further jeapordizes his health?" He muttered, but only stoic Trowa heard. Seeing the slight chastizement in those emerald eyes, WuFei mumbled something akin to an apology and went off to sulk. He was really just as concerned as the others. If he were to be interrogated, however, he would deny anything. A sick pilot was a liability.
Heero pushed the slightly ajar door open, flicking the light on with his shoulder as he made his way to his bed. He kneeled softly before the bed and gently slid on to it, the still soaked form of Duo in his arms. With one hand, he grabbed some of his blanket and pulled it over his koi. The door creaked and in came Quatre, a big blanket in his arms and a hot water bottle slung over his shoulder. It almost looked as if the blankets were carrying *him* rather than him carrying the *blankets*.
"Heero, what happened?" Quatre asked, more concerned than before.
"Found him by the beach passed out. Quatre, he's so cold..." whispered Heero.
Quatre paused in unraveling the blankets and stared at the usually emotionless Japanese youth. "He'll be okay, Heero. He's strong." The blonde brought the blankets over to Wing's pilot. "Heero, you're going to have to lay him down. You're cold as it is. I know you love him and want to protect him, but he just needs to lay down." Quatre's voice was unsteady and nervous; slightly fearful. His eyes never met Heero's.
"You're right." Heero mumbled at last, finally breaking the silence. He slid out from underneath Duo and carefully layed him back on the bed.
"Do you want anything, Heero?" asked Quatre.
"Just something hot, please."
Quatre blinked. 'Since when does Heero be polite?' By now he was starting to think that the boy before him was not the true Heero Yuy, but a very good imposter. Or, at least, an imposter who didn't know the whole of Heero's personality. The Arabian nodded. "Consider it done." His hand raised to his face and he brushed some golden hair out of his aqua eyes as he left the rest of the blankets by Heero, leaving the room and softly closing the door.
.
'You knew you were sick, damnit,' Heero thought as he stared at Duo. 'What the hell were you thinking?! Did you really want to get sicker?' He sighed. "It's all my fault... I shouldn't have ignored him..." muttered Heero, so softly he barely heard himself. His thoughts traveled to somewhere that afternoon some time around lunch.
//Flashback//
"Hey Hee-chan!" Duo called, bounding into the room with his hair flying around his face. "Wanna go on a walk with me?" He slipped his arms around Heero's shoulders as the Japanese boy typed away at his laptop. Smiling, he rested his chin on Heero's shoulder and watched his koi's fingers pount furiously on the keys. "Well? Do ya?"
"Hn," grunted Heero is response. "Maybe later." His cobalt eyes didn't move from the computer screen.
"Aww, come on Hee-chan! You spend way too much time on that thing, I'm starting to think you love it more than me," Duo joked. But the smile quickly faded as he thought about his words. It seemed as if all day today and days before Heero spent every waking moment on the laptop. Even the others seemed busy; WuFei snapped at him that morning when he walked into the living room, Trowa...well, Trowa was being his normal quiet self, only it seemed like he didn't want Duo's presence in the room; and Quatre seemed to be engrossed in a book to the point of no return.
Heero smirked. "I'm not *that* odd." He flashed Duo a small smile but otherwise kept his eyes on the computer. "I just need to finish this report then I'll consider it."
Duo nodded. "So, telling them about any mutant bodies you found while investigating the ruins of the base?"
"No."
"How about any people you said `omae o korusu' to and actually carried it out?"
"No."
"Nothing interesting?"
"No."
`That's the third 'no' in a row...' Duo realized. "Okay." he said softly, crestfallen. `I guess I'm just a bother, ne Heero?' He returned his arms to his sides and watched Heero type away. "I'll be downstairs if ya need me, kay?" Though he had a feeling Heero wouldn't be `needing' him any time soon.
"Hn."
//End Flashback//
Damnit! Why couldn't he have just left his stupid report for later? Guilt was wearing down on him; breaking through his `Perfect Soldier' mask and eating away at his heart. He held Duo's hand in his for a long while, staring blankly at the face of the sleeping Deathscythe pilot.
.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
A familiar voice broke the silence. Heero looked up.
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Hehe, okay NOW I'm writing this while forcing myself to stay awake as it's almost 1:00am and my mom's gonna kill me for staying up this late lol.
Anyways, I got nearly 20 reviews in 3 days! I'm so happy about that!
Oh, NOTICE: Keep an eye out for a funny story I'll be posting in the Gundam Wing Section soon. Called "If Then". Trust me, VERY funny.
Ja matta! Oyasumi nasai, minna!
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OR
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