Scarlet Love
Chapter Five:
Dangerous Tears
By: NightChild
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Duo clung to Heero, still weeping, but trying to stop, amazed and more than a little surprised that Heero was letting him cling to him like he was, but he didn't have enough energy to linger on it. He just couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't take the memories that haunted him in the night. Couldn't take the love that he had to suppress every hour that he was awake. He let out a half distressed, half frustrated noise and felt Heero's arms tighten around him.
Heero didn't know why he was holding Duo like he was, he didn't even know why his chest constricted when he heard the small whimper-like sound that filtered to his ears. He shook his head violently. There didn't seem like there was any way for him to understand his feelings, so he tried to push them back. Slipping his cracked, emotionless mask back into place, he stood up abruptly, letting Duo fall from his arms with a startled noise. He left the room without a word, not trusting his voice if he did speak, because he knew it would betray his conflicting emotions.
Duo stared at the place on the bed where Heero had just been from his semi-crumpled position near the pillows, wondering what had happened to make that sudden change of mood happen. He felt the now all too familiar sing of tears in his eyes. This time, he didn't bother to hold them back, and just let them fall, crushing his face into a pillow to muffle the sound of his crying.
Heero stalked up and down the short hall between the bedroom and front room, wondering what had come over him and how he was becoming so soft. He stopped in his tracks as he passed the bedroom door again and heard a very muffled sob. "Kuso!" he swore before storming out of the house, he didn't know where he was going, but he had to get away from Duo before his tears…before he lost his mind, yes that was it, before he lost his mind.
Looking around the deserted park that had to have been miles from his house, Heero wondered how he had gotten there as he didn't remember actually going there, but he just seemed to end up there. He looked around the park; it was nice enough, with its playground for the little kids, tall, tall trees, small stream, and benches. It looked like the perfect place to bring one's family. But Heero wasn't with a family, and he probably would never be with a family. It was just how he was, after the wars; he purposely hid himself away from the world…from everyone. Even he didn't understand why he had done it, it had just seemed like the right thing to do. He followed that feeling of righteousness, not knowing that his solitude wouldn't last, thanks to a certain ex-Pilot. 'Duo…'
He shook his head once very violently. Hadn't he left the house to forget about him? Hadn't he?! …But that didn't seem very possible because all of his thoughts seemed to always come back to the battered, violet-eyed, longhaired young man that lay in his bed. He made a noise that sounded much like a growl. 'Everything's falling apart.'
There was a rustling of bushes near by and there was a snap of a twig on the other side of the park, Heero reached quietly and slowly for his gun. There was someone, possibly two someones, out there….
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Once he had managed to get his tears under control, Duo was able to register that Heero had left. 'Probably couldn't take your sniveling.' Came the voice that taunted him relentlessly. He felt a stab of pain in his chest, as if someone had punctured his heart with a needle or another sharp object at the thought that Heero probably had left because of him. The feeling of tears prickling at his eyes resurfaced again, but he forced them back. 'I've cried enough…no more tears.' He thought as he raised himself out of the rumbled bed. Enough tears had been cried by him, now he had to do something about what had happened to him, before something else happened, something that would involve not just him, but his friends as well.
He stumbled over to the vid-phone and pressed the buttons that he somehow remembered, he waited…and waited…
Quatre's face appeared in the vid-screen, a polite smile on his pale face. "Quatre Winner here how may I--Duo! What happened?!" he cut his usual greeting off at the sight of Duo's still bruised and cut face, his aqua-marine eyes instantly filled with concern.
Duo found himself smiling as best he could at the typical Quatre-reation. "Long story…"
Trowa showed up by Quatre's side to see what had distressed him, not liking anything to upset his Quatre. They had been a "couple" since six months after the wars; when Trowa had left the circus to discover what it was like to be him, just him, free of the wars and everything else that was attached to them. He had come to Quatre on a whim of his emotions, he had felt something for Quatre ever since he had met him, but he had pushed that down because there wasn't time for anything other than the war and missions. But he had come to Quatre, knowing that if he didn't reveal his feelings, he would regret it for the rest of his life. Quatre had told him that he felt the same way, and they had been together ever since.
"We have time." Stated Quatre as he leaned into Trowa's offered arms.
Duo launched into a short, un-detailed account of what had happened to him. Only saying what had to be said for them to understand what was going on…
"…I think Heero's in danger." He finished, watching the expressions of his friend's faces. He'd need their help if Heero really were in danger, if the people who had tortured him were after Heero.
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AN:
Look! I made my word-goal of one thousand words…plus some! I'm happy. Anyway, I know, bad cliffies…but hey, I'll be writing more.
Oh, do you guys want short chapters with (I hope) quicker updates, or longer chapters with less quick updates? Please let me know because I'm torn as to whether or not I should do short or long.
Until next time…
Ja`ne.